Sydney Sin - the real story.

[bugchaser93]

????? You gunna add any more ?

[tony47]

I would love sickhog to finish this story fuck i read it and get hard everytime mmmmmmmmm

[Guest sickhog]

One day, guys, I will complete it. At the moment too busy being trained. Sorry.

[mike43]

Wow awesome how can I join

Wow very hot how can I join

[Guest takingdeepanal]

On 8/15/2014 at 7:28 AM, sickhog said:

One day, guys, I will complete it. At the moment too busy being trained. Sorry.

How is your training going?

[Guest sickhog]

On 7/27/2018 at 9:24 AM, Guest takingdeepanal said:

How is your training going?

Still a pig but developing into a pain oig that desires nothing other than to please Tops.

[sickhog]

It’s been a long time and a long and difficult  road for me to be here and continue/ finish the story of my changed life.

 

Once all my property had been disposed of and sold, I was told that it was now time to go home.. I had no idea what was meant since I had submitted to the Masters, the pig and the slave, been pierced and tattooed and made to resign my job in a most dramatic fashion. So, before we flew my  metal cock cage was removed, a silicone one with a plastic lock replacing it. My piercings were removed and replaced with heavy black plastic rings and bars, except for my bridge and septum, which were left empty;  pig told me that we didn’t want any scanners going off. I wondered why.

The night before we flew I was taken to a back street dive in the east end where I was stripped, given enemas until I ran clear and then had a thick tube forced up my arse. I was told to ask no questions and to remain totally silent.  The tube was pushed right inside my hole and my arse was sealed and taped shut.

I was sat down and given a plate of small parcels that looked like dumplings which I had to gradually swallow, no one caring for the tears and drool that came from my nose and mouth.  Once I’d finished the pig got me dressed in some semblance of respectability - a suit, dress shirt, tidy shoes and a hat. 

We left for the airport  I asked what this was about - told to shut the fuck up and go into departures alone. Tickets, first class for me, economy for pig, had been bought by separate people and our seats were far apart and I was told not to acknowledge the pig in any way until he spoke with me.

I realised that I had been turned in to a mule, carrying drugs for the Master and since I was owned, had nothing other than my fake” passport and what I carried on, so no one could ever link me to Him. Walking was difficult with a full arse and stomach but I sailed through security and went to the lounge until my flight was called.  I was under instruction to neither eat nor drink on the flight, but to request water to take a sleeping pill, which I did.

The twenty four hours went buy, me enjoying the first (and last) luxury that I had experienced in months.  Once we arrived in Sydney my stomach started to cramp but I was unable to expel anything. I queued for immigration, was greeted with “Welcome home” and passed to collect my small bag that had been scanned. No one stopped me, I couldn’t think why not, though found out later that Master “owned” several of the security pigs, and I went to the station, getting a single ticket to Central.

As the train pulled  out pig caught up with me and told me to follow him at the next station. There we exited to find an anonymous black transit which we got into the back of.  Immediately I was hooded, clothes removed from me, shackles put on my wrists and ankles and I was suspended from the roof. Then my arse unplugged and the relief was immense, but so was the stench of shit despite having not eaten.  I them felt the usual band around my bicep and the familiar prick of the sharp. I coughed into my hood and started flying, despite the stomach cramp. 
 

When we stopped I was unchained and led, still hooded, into what I assumed was a garage. Without ceremony my hood was removed, and tied to a  rim chair with a gag and hose fitted to my mouth. As my stomach filled with water the cramps increased and eventually I started to shit out the small parcels that I had carried halfway round the world.  Once they were satisfied that they had the correct number I was left, hungry, sore and with time to reflect just what I had become.

i have no idea how long I was there but remember being given a pill, and I blacked out. When I awoke I realised that I was in a cage at the Masters, naked, cold and shivering. Pig brought me some warm soup and a blanket and I was told to rest until my training was to recommence. 

the next day turned into the worst of my life. 

[sickhog]

You may ask what happened in the barn… I would like to know myself since I was flying the whole time. A muscular, hairy, tattooed God, known as The Chemist, was with me all the time I was there, pumping Chems in to my veins, giving me liquid  to drink and pills to rake.

all I remember is the pain of have my hole stretched, cleaned and stretched again, and my stomach filled, pumper, filled and pumped in a continuous rhythm, until I looked like I was nine month pregnant with a hole like a cunt.  You will have read in the previous posting why this stretching was necessary and what I would have to accomodate.

 When I came to - I was told that it was two weeks - I was shaved naked and had new ink up both arms and legs. Across my chest was a Tom of Finland character with a huge erection, and on my back a scene from an orgy. What a turn on, however there was no erection for me since I was in a steel chastity cage that ended as a dragon, with my pa firmly anchored to the mouth. 
 

the pig was next to me, but he had undergone further modifications - his nose now resembled a snout, his ears had been surgically enhanced and his eye were a pink colour (contact lens ?).  He stood up and I noticed a bandage around his crotch area which he slowly undid. Where his cock and balls had been there was now a vagina. He looked in the mirror and cried, but then pulled himself together and sighed, “if this is Master’s desire, so be  it”. I was surprised at his acceptance, but then thought about what I had gone through these past months - all for the Master.

”Right”, it’s time to move on - we will be taken to a flat in London to prepare for your return to Sydney and your new life. Remember, everything that I tell you to do, no matter how risky or offensive, you will do since I am following His orders.  With that, we were dressed, if you can call jock and vest being dressed, taken to a blacked output van and, after what seemed several hours, dumped in a back street in Brixton. 

pig was given a key and shown a doorway - our flat was there.  Upon entering I was surprised to see how normal it looked after my past months, but pig said that this was to re acclimatise myself for the journey home. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was clean with two hard beds, one chair and a kitchen of sorts. Pig sourced food and continued to fatten me up, and started repeating the washouts.  I was still collared and chained, wearing my cock cage, but was happy at the thought of going “home” and of being permanently owned.

 We were there around a month; I saw or spoke to anyone other than pig, and that was only when he permitted.  I had no contact with the outside world until one day, the doctor who had nursed me when I converted, came to conduct a full medical on me to see if I was fit and ready for the task ahead. He didn’t speak to me this time and I felt even more isolated.  The doc then proceeded to give me some pills which pig said would make me susceptible any and all orders.  Before he left he stripped and I saw a perfect body, muscular, hairy and tattooed. His dock, nipples and naval were pierced and he sported a huge hard on.

 

pig told me to present my sloppy arse and the doc stuck his huge dick up my hole and proceeded to fuck me. Pig said that the doc can’t speak since the Master has had his vocal cords removed because he was unfaithful to Him. His disc would have gone, but it is so beautiful that the Master wants to do this himself.  Pig also explained that as part of his punishment the doc had been infected with every strain if hiv that could be gathered, given syphilis, Gonorrhea, and hepatitis. He is to be refused treatment but has to pass this to as many as he can, and my reinfection was part of the plan.

 

[ffabbian]

Started off as a hot story and escalated to scorching hot. 

[sickhog]

The worst day of my life - or so I thought.

Lying on a wet concrete floor in a cage I came too and tried to call for someone. No sound came from me, just a garbled noise. Fuck, what had they done? My throat felt sore so I suspected that I had been operated on like the doc in the U.K. A rear ran down my cheek, but in couldn’t life my arm to wipe it since I was in heavy metal bondage with limited movement.

 

after a time the pig came into the room and turned a cold stream of water on me, then releasing me from the cage. I tried to stand, but was hobbled and my balls were attached to my ankles by a very short length of chain. Pig told me to get into a box, and I eventually got to in and worked my was into it. It was my height and width, large to accommodate the pig that I had become, but no larger. A mask was put over my face and tubes connected. A catheter was inserted and again tubes connected, leading to one hole in the mask. “We want to keep you hydrated”. The lid of the box was closed and an air tube connected, permitting me to breathe, but otherwise I was in total darkness with just my piss to sip on.

 

i felt the box being hoisted and eventually the sound of an engine and movement. I was being transported, but to where, and why as cargo?

 

time passed, how long I have no idea since I was in my own world of darkness, hunger and unable to speak. When the motion stopped I felt the box lifted and settled on the ground, whereupon the lid was opened and blinding light flooded my eyes. I couldn’t see until they adjusted.  There were two huge men standing over me - neither were the Masters I had known, nor the pig or slave.  I was pulled up, still shackled, and told to make my way to a hole in the ground where I was pushed, with my head fixed to a pole keeping it upright. Earth was then shovelled around me until I was buried, just my head above ground, and the soil stamped around me.

”you have been sent here for the next stage of your training. your Master has paid good money to have us break you completely since though you have done everything you have been told, have been reduced to nothing, there still seems to be an element of self will. L

 

with that I was left in the blazing Sun.,

[sickhog]

Stuck on a hole, eventually blindfolded, I had no idea of time passing. I was just given small sips of a liquid on a regular basis, which must have contained a substance since after a drink I felt groggy and sick, and would have  vomited had there been anything left to puke up.

in time I heard  and felt digging and I was pulled from the pit, blindfold removed and I saw that it was dark and I was a filthy mess where I had shit and pissed myself in the pit and was covered in rank mud.  Without a word a cold jet of water hit me and inot only cleared my head but my body. 
 

“Get up”, I was ordered, “crawl to the light”, which I did, though I was weak and shivering. As I approached the light I saw an open door which I was ordered to get inside. The bright light blinded me but I heard a door slam behind me. “look up”,  I was told, and I saw two Gods of men, muscle packed, hairy, pierced, tattooed and bearded, both identically dressed in chaps and boots. From their exposed dicks hung huge PAs, both with spikes. 
 

I was ordered to crawl to a mirror and in the reflection saw the mess I was: I was no longer the pig that I had craved to be but a total wreck, with stubble on my face, head and body, the black piercings standing out even more against my almost luminescent skin, and where I had been fattened, huge folds of flabby skin hung. I was shocked, and again felt tears roll down my puffy cheeks, but  as with everything I had no choice in how I looked.

”Get some rest in the cage. Tomorrow your training begins in earnest, now that you are broken you will become the animal the your Master wants and you desire. Don’t think about escaping since we are in the bush - the only place of note is Lawrence where we are known and respected. You would be immediately returned to us and would regret your behaviour for the rest of your life”.

pushed into a cage I tried to sleep and eventually must have dozed since I was woken by ice cold water being thrown over me. I was dragged from the cage and given a milky drink. “Drink this. It will give you all the protein and food that you require. Today you will be visited by the local doc who will assess your overall health, and how high your infection rates are. This will determine your training schedule, but after this ugly fat and skin has been sorted out”.

Led into an adjacent room I was surprised to find myself in a full medical facility and was  strapped to a cold steel table with a bright light over me. A cannula was fitted into my arm and a liquid pushed in, whilst a rubber mask was put over my nose and mouth. My eyelids were tapped shut and I could feel myself drifting to black out.

when I came round I was no longer strapped down but on a bed with dressings over much of my body. “Good, you’re awake”. The first part has gone well; your infection rates are high and we shall continue to expose you to as many types as we can so that you become a toxic time bomb. Your excess fat has been removed and the flabby skin also reduced. Once you heal we can then continue to work on you.

“We have been instructed by The Master to build you up so that you make us look weaklings, with the aim of making you the most desirable man that neither men nor women can ignore, but only desire. But now, get more rest; it’s going to be a long road. But before that, you have been prescribed blood shots three times a day. 

i felt a cold liquid go into my cannula and I again drifted off. 

[sickhog]

Stuck on a hole, eventually blindfolded, I had no idea of time passing. I was just given small sips of a liquid on a regular basis, which must have contained a substance since after a drink I felt groggy and sick, and would have  vomited had there been anything left to puke up.

in time I heard  and felt digging and I was pulled from the pit, blindfold removed and I saw that it was dark and I was a filthy mess where I had shit and pissed myself in the pit and was covered in rank mud.  Without a word a cold jet of water hit me and inot only cleared my head but my body. 
 

“Get up”, I was ordered, “crawl to the light”, which I did, though I was weak and shivering. As I approached the light I saw an open door which I was ordered to get inside. The bright light blinded me but I heard a door slam behind me. “look up”,  I was told, and I saw two Gods of men, muscle packed, hairy, pierced, tattooed and bearded, both identically dressed in chaps and boots. From their exposed dicks hung huge PAs, both with spikes. 
 

I was ordered to crawl to a mirror and in the reflection saw the mess I was: I was no longer the pig that I had craved to be but a total wreck, with stubble on my face, head and body, the black piercings standing out even more against my almost luminescent skin, and where I had been fattened, huge folds of flabby skin hung. I was shocked, and again felt tears roll down my puffy cheeks, but  as with everything I had no choice in how I looked.

”Get some rest in the cage. Tomorrow your training begins in earnest, now that you are broken you will become the animal the your Master wants and you desire. Don’t think about escaping since we are in the bush - the only place of note is Lawrence where we are known and respected. You would be immediately returned to us and would regret your behaviour for the rest of your life”.

pushed into a cage I tried to sleep and eventually must have dozed since I was woken by ice cold water being thrown over me. I was dragged from the cage and given a milky drink. “Drink this. It will give you all the protein and food that you require. Today you will be visited by the local doc who will assess your overall health, and how high your infection rates are. This will determine your training schedule, but after this ugly fat and skin has been sorted out”.

Led into an adjacent room I was surprised to find myself in a full medical facility and was  strapped to a cold steel table with a bright light over me. A cannula was fitted into my arm and a liquid pushed in, whilst a rubber mask was put over my nose and mouth. My eyelids were tapped shut and I could feel myself drifting to black out.

when I came round I was no longer strapped down but on a bed with dressings over much of my body. “Good, you’re awake”. The first part has gone well; your infection rates are high and we shall continue to expose you to as many types as we can so that you become a toxic time bomb. Your excess fat has been removed and the flabby skin also reduced. Once you heal we can then continue to work on you.

“We have been instructed by The Master to build you up so that you make us look weaklings, with the aim of making you the most desirable man that neither men nor women can ignore, but only desire. But now, get more rest; it’s going to be a long road. But before that, you have been prescribed blood shots three times a day. 

i felt a cold liquid go into my cannula and I again drifted off. 

[sickhog]

The next time I was conscious was when I was woken by cold water hosed over me and dragged across the room to where there was exercise equipment. My dressings had been removed and the excess fat was gone, but my body looked weak and pathetic.   was fed a thick protein drink and told to kneel. “Today your training starts. There will be no let up and no rest, apart from when we think your body needs it. Nod if you understand”.  I nodded.

a third muscle god entered the room - “ this is your coach. He is deaf so won’t hear your cries and is sadistic so will push you as we order.  Before we start, your daily vitamin shot”, and a needle was pushed into my butt.  “Thos will help you work as hard as we want - we need to see quick results”. 
 

with that they left me alone with the coach, who immediately weighed and measured my body, note this down on his lap top and showed me my program. Every hour there was a new exercise to work another part of my body for at least 12 hours a day. To emphasise the program and ensure my compliance, Coach showed me a cattle prod and used it on me to get his point over.  I understood that if I didn’t comply I would suffer pain at every exercise. If I didn’t show muscle growth my vitamins would  be increased until I bulked up.  At my age I doubted whether I could, but once again I knew that I had no choice.

 

exercises started - 15 reps of each assigned exercise, 5 times the moved to another body part. This continued for hours until I could not stand. At this the coach strapped me onto a machine that moved for me, alternately working legs, arms, crunches, abs and pecs. I was just a piece of meat being manipulated.

 

at the end of the session I was dragged to a mattress in the corner, a metal collar locked around my neck and chained to the wall. I was given another protein drink and another shot of vitamins. Lights went out and I was again alone. Never had I felt so lonely and unwanted.

 

this program continued day after day, and I could feel that my body was responding as required. I was regularly weighed, measured and given a high protein meal, photographed and examined by the doc. My infections were raging in me, but were controlled by him, but turning me into a time bomb.

 

the day came when I was led to a shower, washed, my body, head and face shaved and showered in warm water. There was a mirror - I didn’t recognise the body that stood there - whereas I had been fattened up and bloated, I was now firm, muscular and desirable. After an opportunity to take in what I saw, I was led to a table where I was secured, though felt that there was no need, and the doc started on me. First he withdrew several phials of blood, then started to open my ball sack, removing my testes and inserting huge prosthetic balls. My nipples were pumped with silicone, as was my dick - until no more could be absorbed. I was told told to rest, but had a bed and wash basin, but no water or toilet.

one of the original Gods came back. “You have been here for twelve months and are turning into a prime specimen of an older man. As soon as the Master is ready, you are to be taken back where you will earn your keep, and more”.  ”every week you will donate blood and will continue daily work outs and vitamin shots. Tonight is your last night here and as a reward for us you are going to join us in our playroom”.

naked, I was taken across a yard to a door in a sizeable building and told to enter. Once there my eyes opened wide since there was every imaginable toy and piece of equipment, and sine things I had no idea what they were for.

 

after being led to a bench, I was tied on my back, legs and arms hoisted us and a band out round my arm. I felt a scratch and once again felt the joy of flying on Tina - I’d forgotten what this was like.

clamps were put on my engorged tits and needles inserted. I was flying and wanting my hole played with.