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[basicpig]

The cold night air rushed into my open hole as I hung mounted to the back of the truck-stop’s bathroom door. I had no sense of time. My body ached for more. I’d been stuck in traffic for hours on my way home from work when I stopped to take a quick leak on Friday evening. As I entered ready to empty my full bladder I stopped as I caught a glimpse of a the large dark silhouette standing at the trough. He turned an caught my gaze before I could look away. It was just long enough to know that we had connected. He turned slowly, showing me the massive dick in his hand, and gestured for me to take it. Without hesitation I knelt and swallowed. The stream was strong and warm. I never spilled a drop, letting the fullness of his fat cock linger in my mouth. Suddenly the door swung open and I was caught in a shard of late afternoon sun light as it swept across the floor. Before I could stand up, the newcomer had me in his grip from behind. As if planned the two men tied my wrists and pushed me up against the back of the door, raising my arms above my head securing them to a hook high above my head, gagging and covering my head in a leather hood. Stunned, immobile and still needing to release myself I found myself getting hard. Slowly my belt was unbuckled from behind and my suit pants dropped to the floor around my ankles. Nothing was said, but the men worked in unison. A greasy finger found my hole, another my nipples. My cock raged but got no attention. Then a soft pressure began to open my hole, wider, wider as I resisted the pressure. Just as i wondered how much more I could take it locked inside me. I gasped as the cold air rushed inside. They had tunneled me. Then I heard a door shut and all was quiet. In dark silence I pictured my predicament. Trussed up in dark public truck-stop restroom with my pants at my ankles and my hole held wide open. Suddenly I heard familiar voices approaching, a casual conversation between two men halted the moment they swung the door open and the warm sunlight bathed my ass. Who were they? A quiet murmur amongst them was followed by a hand brushing my butt cheeks, then a warm stream flooding my gut. With the tunnel plug inserted I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold much of the warm piss and as he withdrew I felt it run down my legs. The next guy stuck a hard pulsing penis which felt like a horse into my tunnel. He pounded me up against the wall. I dripped precum on the floor. His jism shot deep into me mixing with the warm wetness. Then the slamming closed of a door and silence. I waited.

Minutes seemed like hours. I still had the taste of piss in my mouth, the only connection to the present was waiting in the darkness of my hood. My cock raged between my legs swollen, ready to burst.

I never heard the door open but was alerted of a presence by a warm breath at my loins. Someone was sitting between my legs and moving their head back find my cock. Lips closed over my swollen phallus beckoning release of my hot piss with his tongue. At first slowly then with a sudden gush I released my bladder. An initial gag and then with thirsty gulps I was drained.

Then just as suddenly I was alone again. I felt as if I was breathing through my tunnel plug, hungry to be fed. My body ached.

Hours later I felt a warmth at my hole and that somewhat familiar voice. A finger then a fist held me up again the door. “I’m taking you down, you’re going to be late for work and you now belong to me”.

Without uniting my wrists or removing the hood I was led from behind by a finger up my butt, naked from the restroom. It must have been broad daylight as the sun warmed my naked body. After what seemed like a thousand steps I was shoved into an open door, seated and buckled in. An engine quietly came to life and we drove in silence, me naked, hooded and erect into a new space.

When the car stopped I was instructed to get out and stand against the car. Hands dressed me as I stepped into my new uniform. I smelled leather and rubber. It intoxicated me. Once dressed in the clothes provided for me the hood was removed. I found myself in a new but familiar place. Standing in front of me in the open door of an elevator was Sam, my boss at United Trucking Co. “Welcome to the firm. You’re now mine”. I stepped in.

[basicpig]

Today was United Trucking’s Board meeting, and as the spouse I’d been invited to the reception. As we stepped off the elevator on the penthouse floor we were greeted by a security officer who motioned me toward the reception room. Sam, my husband, the chairman of the board winked at me and headed to the boardroom.

This was not your usual reception room. Dimly lit, a low pulse of background music, dark draped walls, and the subtle smell of a mechanics workshop. I noticed lining the windowless walls where bondage devices, security guards stationed at each ready to be of service. I was led to a slightly raised platform by a group of security officers who had converged on me. There was no time to object as they stripped me and swiftly tied my hands extended above my head, heavy rubber hood blocking out most of my vision, a gag in my mouth, my boots strapped to the floor and my body oiled, readying me for display. Others slowly entered the room, were stripped, prepared, secured in place and labeled. Next to me was the “Secretary’s choice” a massively endowed scruffy looking trucker with oil stained hands. Similarly exhibited I could smell his hairy arm pits and glimpse his oiled up phallus rising expectantly to the occasion. My groin, fully exposed was coming to life. Off to the side I glimpsed fully clad heavy rubber god-like urinal on all fours. The room was silent yet charged with expectation as the board members trophies were placed on exhibition.

In the center of the room was a strapping hulk of a man hog tied over a sawhorse, his butt exposed and oozing cum. Written across his back were the words “CEO’s choice”. He came as used merchandise I was later told.

After what seemed like an eternity excited voices filled the room. The viewing of spouses had begun. What I did not realize was that it was a silent auction, the annual trading of partners. Hands reached out to touch, fingers probed and offers where made.

[basicpig]

I followed his boots as they strode out over the parking lot silently into the night. They shone like a newly polished chariots in the moonlight. Laced to just below the knee covering massive calves they flaunted a manhood I was yet to gaze upon. I was caught by surprise when they suddenly swung around and the full size became evident. The massive hard toe, the 24 eyes perfectly laced, the command to lick. As my tongue reached out to bless his toe I felt a gloved hand affectionately hold my head with a gentle downward pressure. When my lips reached the topmost eyelet I saw that the boots had seated themselves on a low fence and my sight was of a full 10 inches of a fat flaccid 00 pierced animal. My tongue lunged out at it, striking a soft exploratory blow at the swelling head, my lips parting the draw it into my hungry mouth giving it a warm passage into my throat. I held it as most suffocating on its girth. Then without forewarning it lunged deeper and thrust in and out unrelentingly. Now my head was held in a vice grip I knew I had no escape from. I succumbed to the weight of the PA and the thick hard flesh ramming my mouth, I became a vessel with just one use and my heart pounded with pride.

[basicpig]

Blindfolded and hog tied I was in total darkness but it was getting warm as the sun baked my ass. No one had entered me for quite some time as I lay bent over on the wooden saddle horse. All day and night since the rodeo had started I’d been sequestered here to serve those horny riders and stable hands. It must be early morning, hardly a sound as the day broke. Then without warning a shove. It was wet and moistened by the cum still dripping from my swollen lips. Exhausted but hungry for more I instinctively pushed back to let him slide deeper. The head was flared and fat pushing hard as I strained to let it in. With a wet plop it broke through into my still warm cave. With massive girth thick as fuk it rested for a moment. Then it pushed deeper and ever fatter as my tunnel made way for it.

[basicpig]

I’d fantasized about what size I’d be able take and hadn’t expected the girth or depth when it arrived. It had taken a lot of lube and dildos to loosen me up before I squatted down to insert the hollow tunnel plug. As it pushed in I realized this would be a challenge. I kept at it feeling as if I’d split in two as the wide mushroom head parted my hole and with a gasp it slammed home. There was no relief as the hollow core was almost as thick holding open my hole to provide access. I could feel the gape and as the cold air entered my body I realized how open my hole was. Now as I stood at the bar in my chaps and bare ass with a tunnel plug and stopper visible to all I smiled in pride. I wanted everyone to know that my hole was there to be filled. It wasn’t long before I felt a massive hand on my shoulder and a body pressing into me from behind. With a practiced motion the plug was pried open and placed on the bar counter beside my beer and his flaccid penis inserted into my tunnel. No sooner was he in than he began to swell and his hot piss begin to fill my cavity. I pressed back not wanting to spill a drop. The rush soon stopped and he held himself inside, taking the plug once more in his hand, and as he slowly pulled out he deftly plugged my now filled cavity. He backed off without me ever seeing his face. I took a long swig of my beer, wondering how much more I’d be able to take. Some warm piss ran down the inside of my leg. Across the bar faces smiled at me. Was it the tall hairy guy with a square jaw, or was it chiseled brick shithouse who had filled me. It seemed like ages that I stood there filled with another man’s warm pungent beer piss. I needed to piss, and made my way to the troff in the dark corner of the bar. Before I could relieve myself I was grabbed on both sides by strong arms and shoved forward, bent over with my head in the troff and my butt in the air. The plug came out and the piss began to flow from all sides. Another cock was inside me gushing hot piss into the already filled cavity filling me to bursting again. The plug was reinserted but the piss never stopped. I was drenched and left with my head in the troff, bathing in the smell of fecund piss. When I lifted my head and turned to see my abductors they were gone. Fully loaded I made my way back to the bar. I felt full, my wet face told the full story, and I smiled as I ordered another. It was going to be a long night.

[basicpig]

The full rubber suit clung to my muscles as if one with me. The custom fitting included a tunnel plug that ate its way up my hole making it hard to walk without rolling my hips. The stopper was locked in place, the key hung around my neck. And as I stood at bar ordering my first beer my cock stretched the thick rubber sheath making me smile in anticipation of the evening ahead. The fundraising auction would not be for a couple of hours yet, so I still had time to admire the men around me through the pinholes in my hood. The smell of leather and hot rubber was intoxicating. Voices where muffled by my hood, but I noticed the glances of admiration and LUST as I walked among them. At 6ft 4” I stood above most, but tonight was different I noticed a large number of massive godlike men shirtless and near naked, boots laced high to below the knee, and in one case thigh high. The god’s boots lifted him to a clear 6ft 8” well above the rest of us. As I got nearer I noticed his jock was leather and his thick cock and heavy balls laced in a leather sheath as if its own separate part of the man. The stallion cock swung down low its engorged head touching the top of his boots. I wanted him to notice me but he seemed focused on his conversation and paid me no attention. I needed to off load my bladder and made my way to the troff. Kneeling next to it, hands bound behind his back and his hood connected to the drain by a thick rubber tube was a naked man I recognized from the gym. He was built like a brick shit house and looked up pleadingly. I stood over him. As I was about unleash my bladder through my rubber sheath I sensed a presence next to me. Focused on my crotch, and without having to look up I knew that the god was standing beside me. A massive black leather hose was showering the muscle pig, and I joined in. The pig gulped down every last drop. As the god turned to go all he said was “the next load will be yours”. I had been noticed. It was almost time for the auction to begin, a noticeable air of anticipation filled the room. As was custom tonight those placed on auction would be selected anonymously, everyone had been required to sign a pledge and waiver when we entered the bar. The hooded doorman now walked among the crowd selecting specimens he thought would command a good price. The first to be placed on the block was a well built naked, muzzled and well oiled man in chastity. His massive cock locked in steel that must have weighed heavily pulling down on his genitalia, dripping precum on his booted feet. The next selected for auction was one of the godlike men I’d seen earlier. He was booted, laced to the knees, muscular, muzzled and hands tied behind his back. His large cock stuck out in front like a truncheon. Tension mounted as the doorman surveyed the dark room. Slowly he moved toward me his eyes fixed on mine hidden behind my mask. Surely he did not want me. My cock rose to the occasion before I could even realize what was happening. Objecting was not an option. As I was led to the stage, my hands bound behind me. The room hushed. We stood with our feet apart now being fixed to the floor immobilized, objects to be viewed, objects to be bought.

The first transaction was for the truncheon cock who was led off by a group of men into the depths of the bar. Next the chaste Goliath who was placed standing on the bar, his cock still dripping from its cage for anyone wanting to lick the warm elixir. My new owner stepped out of the dark. It was the god with the stallion cock bound in leather, his cock head now swollen and ready to burst. He stood behind me, took the key from my neck, removed the stopper from my tunnel plug and slowly inserted his swollen head into my tunnel plug. The release was slow warm and constant. I took it all in, sucking it in, holding my gut firmly, not wanting to spill a drop of warm nectar. My stomach was now bulging from his piss as I stood taking it all in. Just as I was wondering how I’d manage to hold any more piss he swiftly pulled out and replaced his cock with a screw on cap sealing me up. Standing on the podium with all eyes turned toward us, I was relieved not to be embarrassed by suddenly emptying my guts of his treasure. My feet where still secured to the floor and he now lifted my arms above my head securing them in the darkness above. I was on display and he had the key to my swollen ass and stomach.

[basicpig]

He literally had me over a barrel. Hog tied and horny. He’d fingered and fisted me earlier in the evening and now blindfolded, I presumed by the chatter and whoops we were at the local neighborhood bar. I was hooded and blindfolded. It was Sunday beer bust…OMG! The first explorer flushed me out with a piss load of beer and announced I was clean and for the taking. The show was on. After just 20 minutes I was exhausted. One after the other they came, and pissed up my chute. Then suddenly the room became quiet… I felt a wide tunnel plug being inserted. I gasped. It settled in my gaping hole becoming part of me as I breathed in and out of it. It seemed liked ages past as I waited with hopeful expectation. Then slowly something pressured me to open and I willfully invited into my hole the unknown. Darkness fell within my hooded being as I took the filling of my passage. Widening and constricting my anus as much as I could I hardened my pole, ready to shoot a load.

[basicpig]

My hole widened to take it all in as his fist plunged deeper. I sank as low as I could, hung by my own weight from the gantry above, unable to resist. My hands and feet where shackled above my head allowing full access to my cock and hole. He slowly withdrew, only to plunge again and again. My cock raged. I grew harder and more massive with each thrust in my hole. I’d been on the vacuum pump all day, so my meat was bloated and heavy, yet it stood erect and hard. My tongue licked at my swollen dick head teasing out more precum. My lips took it all in as the fist continued to jack hammer my hole. It was heaven.

[basicpig]

My hole widened to take it all in as his fist plunged deeper. I sank as low as I could, hung by my own weight from the gantry above, unable to resist. My hands and feet where shackled above my head allowing full access to my cock and hole. He slowly withdrew, only yo plunge again and again. My cock raged. I grew harder and more massive with each thrust in my hole. I’d been on the vacuum pump all day, so my meat was bloated and heavy, yet it stood erect and hard. My tongue licked at my swollen dick head teasing out more precum. My lips took it all in as the fist continued to jack hammer my hole. It was heaven.

[basicpig]

My gut heaved as the massive phallus plunged deeper and deeper. My hole was held open by the tunnel plug having provided an easy entry but now it had swollen larger, and larger with every thrust inside me. The plug was now part of me and served as a cock ring for the ever hardening and swelling phallus. With no way for the blood to flow back the head was blossoming to the size of a fist inside me. I hung in the center of the room, fully clad in heavy rubber. Hooded, my ears plugged, and unseeing my mouth was likewise gagged with an opening to serve as another orifice being filled with warm piss. I was in heaven, but the hell of it was that there was no stopping insight as no safe word was able to be uttered. All I could hope for was that they would tire.

[basicpig]

Stepping in through the doorway, momentarily backlit by the street light that flooded into the crowded bar, a glimpse of it was provided clad from head to toe in heavy rubber. As it lifted its head, having stooped to clear the doorway, a glint of light reflected from the darkened glass of the hooded face molded to cover both its eyes and nose. A soft hiss of air could be heard as it breathed through the locust-like visor. It stood massively perusing the now hushed crowd. Then stepping forward it strode toward the bar reveling a massive appendage protruding out and upward from its thorax. The barman’s hand outstretched met its hand with a drink as if a familiar friend. Standing at the bar midst the parted crowd it took up the space of two men. From behind you could see it’s massive boots rise up to cover a tight waist as one piece, immaculately laced to its neck. Turning now to face the crowd it’s blooming phallus throbbed and oozed in anticipation. No one dared meet its gaze. As the room slowly began to resume a low murmur of stunned conversation, it surveyed the room, locking its gaze on the most statuesque specimen who now stepped forward to the edge of a clearing in the center of the room. As if ordained, people around the specimen reached forward and stripped him of his clothing and tied his hands behind his back as he stood motionless facing it. He was fixed to the floor by its gaze, immobilized. He too was endowed with a large phalllus, but it hung obediently down between his legs. Slowing he approached it. Crouching over he tentatively licked the blossoming head now oozing a constant stream of milky substance. Then his mouth explored more adventurously the phalanx, challenged to find a way to take in its massive girth. Still it stood motionless, hands at its side, leaning back against the bar, allowing the slow exploration and mounting look of desire on the specimen’s face. When he did move it was to lift the specimen in one uninterrupted motion from the floor and place his parted buttocks gently on the head of his phallus. The specimen’s feet now locked in place on the bar counter opened him up to be impaled helplessly on it’s phallus. Gravity took its toll as the massive rubber clad alien relaxed his hold on the specimen, allowing him to slide slowly down his protrubance. The room full of men gasped as they saw a massive naked godlike man impaled, lifted slightly and impaled again and again not uttering any sound of resistance or discomfort.

[basicpig]

A moment of quiet in my hooded darkness was interrupted by a tug on my stretched balls as they where pulled taught and tied to the floor between my outstretched booted feet. My hole awakened too as I slid back down another notch on the huge phallus that impaled me to relieve the tension on my balls. The compromising situation felt good as my cock lifted its head once more. Hands slick with grease worked my pulsating shaft, hardening the grotesquely stimulated head, teasing out a rush of precum. Lips took me deep into a hot mouth hungry for my juice. A tight wet hole backed it’s way on to my dick head. I thrust hard and entered. A deep groan emanated from the body connected now to my massive cock. He must have been gagged as well, and in a sling as he was being moved slowly back and fourth with increasing pressure, forced to take more of my 14 inch cock. This was my new role as the bar stallion, to initiate the new recruits. Getting them hooked on taking it deep in the asshole. Soon they would become wall fixtures oozing cum from a night of whoring themselves to strangers in the bar. I was the envy of all who entered the bar, but strictly off limits unless you signed up to be “initiated” and used for the night. I wasn’t surprised how many took the plunge just to be able to say they’d been serviced by me. It had been a week and no one yet had been found with a bigger cock to replace me. Perhaps I would never be relived of my duty. I only grew stronger and bigger each day with my regime of steroids and electro stimulation, keeping my cock engorged with blood. Gagged and bound I had no way of changing my fate. All I had to hope for was that someone more hung would appear and be abducted to replace me. This had been a years long tradition at the Stallion Bar, seldom spoken of by those who’d been drafted.

[basicpig]

As the last buckle on a six inch leather ball stretcher was fixed I knew my fate was sealed. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been strung up on the cross, impaled by an equine phallus, but I felt the warmth of the early morning sun on my face. I hung motionless exhausted from the night’s debauchery. My balls hung heavy as did my blood engorged dick, swollen between my spread legs. I was still hooded and unable to see anything, but I felt the weight between my legs of a blood engorged semi-erect massive penis. Blood continued to rush into it, swelling it beyond anything I could imagine. I stank of the rancid grease that covered my naked muscled body. The boots I wore where laced high up my thighs. I was a prize stallion in musk. I needed to mount the next trucker. I was insatiable. I was owned and I was reminded by my impaler as I tried to lurch forward only to find I was tethered and forced to slide back along its full length to meet it’s massive balls, my hole blooming to accommodate its growing girth. What I wanted came at a cost. My dick hung in waiting, oozing pre-cum that dropped to the crowded grease pit below.

[basicpig]

The lights from the big rigs encircling us where blinding and intimidating. Dad’s strong hairy arm slung across my shoulders gave me some comfort. All around us silhouettes of burly truckers stepped forward silently, standing shoulder to shoulder. Dad turned to face me then whispered “make the most of it, you’re a man now, one of us”, before turning to join the anticipating crowd of muscle and grit. Someone reached out, and then another, and another stripping him naked, blindfolding him and hoisting him up like a human sling. The muscle and grit began to fondle and explore his impressive torso. He seemed to be floating in a sea of men his legs now held high to expose his most private space which until today had never been violated. His head fell back to meet another hot mouth, then a fat dick head made a passage into his throat. A wantoness flooded his mind. Fingers, one, two and then more explored his hole and greasing him up from head to toe. He reeked of old oil and grease. His cock was raging. His mind soaring to new places. His mouth and hole where simultaneously plugged with hot pulsating flesh. He greedily took it all in. His hole was split by one big cock after another. Increasing in girth, ramming him as he moaned in the delight of agony and anticipation of the next impaler. His body slid from one sweaty muscled man to the next. Then the slip sliding in and out slowed to a stop and a new sensation entered his mind. Was it a thought, or was it real. A fist had entered him, innocuously at first, one finger at a time. But now it locked inside him, a fist anchored him in the crowd. His body grew wider to take it all in, he ached, but he hungered for more. Hot splashes of cum flooded his face, mixed with grease it entered his mouth and became part of who he now was. He cried out in ecstasy, and somewhere out there his father looked on.

[basicpig]

I’d grown up with on the road but never imagined it would be like this. When I turned 18 my dad asked if I wanted to go on a road trip with him across country in his big rig. He was a big fella, never spoke much about his work, but I knew that when he was away from home for long spells he always came home renewed. We hit the road early one morning rumbling out across the desert to do a delivery in Vegas. We made idle chatter, as if it had always been this way. Two guys in a big rig. By late afternoon is was sweltering. We stopped at a rest area to make a pit stop. Standing side by side at the piss troff we caught one another’s eye in the mirror in front of us. It was then that I saw him for the first time, broad shoulders, big muscular arms, unshaven…an older version of myself. Fuck he was hot. I tried not to be too obvious catching a glimpse of what was in his hand. It seemed massive, semi-erect, hard to miss. “This is where I usually get it off with the guys” he said, “don’t see any of the usual gang here, must be too early”…I was dumbfound, did my dad just say what I heard? It seemed like ages, us just looking at one another’s reflection and shaking off the last drops of piss at the troff. My cock hardened, and I turned to glance at him as his hand reached for my butt. “Want to be a stand-in son?” he said, winking as he moved to one of the cubicles. Not missing a beat I followed. It was a tight space, and I’d never been alone with my dad in such close quarters. Our bodies rubbed against one another. There was an unspoken chemistry at work. He pulled me toward him and locked his mouth to mine, his tongue finding the back of my throat and his hands pulling my jeans to the floor. I weakened at the knees, instinctively turning to reveal my butt crack. Inviting him to take me. He spat into his hand and fingered it into my crack, opening my sacred space, and causing me to buck. “Hold still son, is this the first time?” Yes, I sheepishly nodded. “I’ll be gentle” as he maneuvered his fat head into my hole… “it takes a while to get used to it”. Then his big hands took me by the shoulders and firmly pushed my face to the wall. His fat cock inched it’s way in, resting for a few minutes to let me get used to the fullness. He cupped my mouth to muffle any sound as he pushed deeper. I never knew 9 inches was this big, when would he be all the way in. Slowly he pulled out slightly, then he rammed it back in, balls slapping balls. He hammered away without making a sound, stopping after the longest time without cumming. Then he pulled out, leaving me wanton for more. He instructed me to pull up my pants and get back to the rig. We stuffed our blood gorged cocks into our tight jeans and walked out into the truck lot, his arm casually slung across my shoulders, flaunting his catch to all the other drivers. His swagger never went unnoticed, a few rigs even honked their approval. As the doors of our cab shut he explained why he’d stopped short of cumming, he gets off hearing the load moaning of men fucking and wanted that for our first time. We stripped, and I slouched forward instinctively into his groin, licking and and taking the head of his dick as deep into my throat as possible. His hands held me down as he fucked my face. Allowing me to gag again and again, with tears in my eyes. I was in heaven. He groaned loudly and shot volumes of hot cum down the back of my throat. He left his cock in my mouth as it softened and my eyes welled up with tears, hardly able to breath with so much cock in my mouth. As he released me our mouths met again and we embraced warmly. Two men content, yet ravenously hungry to have more of one another. There was a knock on the window, and I saw a hot younger guy, unshaven, shirtless and in shorts, wearing cowboy boots standing there knowingly watching us. He gestured for us to follow. Without hesitation my dad swung down from the cad and told me to follow. Weaving our way through the trucks, we entered what seemed like a private corral of brute metal trucks, all facing inwards, lights blazing….

[basicpig]

What emerged before my eyes was not what I’d been just a few weeks before. I’d always been a big man, linebacker for the school team, lean muscle and tall, but what I saw now was, well,  god-like. The man I saw was fully clad in rubber from head to toe, only a few pinholes where my eyes were gave me a glimpse of this new creature. The transformation began one evening when I visited my favorite haunt, a local gay bar where I could go undiscovered in the dark as I was not out to my team mates. Toward the end of the evening, seated at the bar, someone tapped me on my shoulder and said to the barman ”he’ll have another”. Holy shit, it was coach Hank from school. Without asking he sat down next to me, ordered himself a beer, and began to chat as if it had always been this way. My fear of being outed soon faded, and we bantered on about the other men in the bar. He was strikingly handsome, and I’d always had a crush on him.Tonight he wore leather, or was that rubber I smelled. I wanted to touch but I dared not. Then he reached out and caressed my cheek with the back of his thick rubber fist. “You like that smell don't you” he said. I melted inside. Nothing more was said about the subject, but the drinks kept flowing. I discovered he knew the barman, everyone seemed to know him. I had to piss and moved to go to the men's room, he followed. In the darkness of the toilet he knelt and took my piss. I'd never had anyone do this let alone my coach, and yet it seemed so natural. He took my flaccid dick to the hilt as I emptied my bladder. He never spilled a drop. All he said when he stood up before me was “I think you're ready”. That was the last I recall of the evening. I now know that my drinks where spiked, I’d passed out, and was carried from the men's room to a backroom. Here the transformation began. I was shaved and lubed from head to toe. I was zipped into a fitted rubber suit and then strapped onto a surgical chair...head back, legs up and apart, arms to the side. Then came the electrodes, attached to special points all over my body. Sometime later I awoke in the darkness of my new rubber body suit... blindfolded, encased in rubber, with my new intoxicating smell. I felt super-charged. Coach’s voice entered my new reality...”you’re looking good. Building muscle every day. Soon we’ll be able to show you.” I tried to speak, but my mouth was filled with by an inflatable gag. He knew I had questions, and continued to explain my situation. “Once you acknowledged your desire I knew we could use the summer recess to build a god. You'll be well cared for and able to live out all your fantasies incognito. No one but me knows you're here. You’re my bar god, you’ve been in the storefront on display all week. Hooked up to a feeder, electrodes and plugged for all who pass by to be amazed by”...he gently touched my newly forming body, caressing my face, my chest and oversized nipples now excited buy the mere touch of his fingers. His hands reached my pelvis and then a part of me I’d not experienced before, my blood engorged cock. “The electro therapy’s doing its job I see, better than expected, you have two more inches, and fattening up well” as my hands were bound to my side and I was blind folded all I had to relate to was the size of his hand, big as I recalled, and he needed two to hold my now hardening cock. Then his hands reached my balls, heavy with unspent cum, the size of chestnuts. “Looks like you’re ready for the last step. We’ll be inserting the tunnel plug in the morning. But, for now just rest. There’s a large group of your team mates showing up tonight”.

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When the “cleaning crew” arrived it was not to mop the floors. A hose was noisily rigged and a slop bucket placed beneath my still gaping anus oozing remnants from the night before. It reached out gently and stroked my aching torso whispering “I’ll be gentle. It was me once”. The hose was affixed to the tunnel plug and a gentle flow of water began to enter my cavity. First filling my hole and then finding its way high up into my bowels. The pressure grew. It filled my being. Then all of a sudden the hose was freed and my bowel rushed to empty itself uncontrollably. Another slop bucket replaced the first and then another until I “ran clean”. It was a long process and the cleaner took his time, teasing my raging hardon between douches. Voices interrupted our quiet, it was the barman bellowing out to his slave to see if he was done with the cleaning. Not long after footsteps entered the bathroom, a gloved hand reached out to touch me, it was rubbered, tentacled, exploring and approving. A gentle breeze entered my cavity as a face was put to my hole and blew an approving warm breath into my bowel. In knew this was just the beginning. Soon the noises of the bar began to fill the room. More footsteps came and went. Approving voices spoke of large strap on phallus-like members that could be rented at the bar. The slave was to stand by me all night and collect the money as my hole was to be rented out by the minute. I knew it would be a long night. I’d need all my wits about me. My erect penis told me it was my time.