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Basil could feel his chain being yanked. It pulled him from the delirious haze he was left in every time he was locked away in his "container." That's what he called it because it was a small box that he was locked away in whenever he was not needed. The thing was so small that his knees were pushed up to his chest whenever he was stuffed inside. The lack of space didn't matter though, the boar was so heavily bound that he wouldn't be able to move even if the container was bigger. A sensory deprivation hood had been padlocked over his head over a month ago. The boar was unable to see or speak, and most of the time he couldn't hear either. Though sometimes his "owner" would remove the earplugs to ensure the boar could learn a lesson. A rubber straitjacket that matched his hood was also padlocked to his body, forcing him into a semi-permanent self-hug. Below that was a rubber sleeve encasing his legs. It made Basil look less like his normal pig form and more like a rubber worm. It had to have been months since Basil wore anything besides bondage gear.

Kip had seemed much nicer online. The elephant and Basil had been chatting back and forth for almost a year before the boar finally worked up the courage to visit. He hated to admit it but he always had an attraction to DILFs. The elephant was only in his mid-30s but made Basil drool when he first saw a picture of him. Kip was very tall, even for an elephant, and had the gut to match his size. His arms and legs were like a tree. Thick and rippling with muscles. When Basil arrived, it was supposed to just be a kinky weekend of fun... That had been two months ago. Possibly longer since he had no way of measuring time since the deprivation hood first went on. He only had some of Kip's schedule figured out in his mind and was learning to anticipate when his container would be opened.

Kip, most likely with a single hand, tugged on the chain attached to the back of Basil's straitjacket. Which pulled the boar out of the container in his entirety. Basil had never seen himself in this gimp form. But he could imagine the black gear covering his body from head to toe with the small metal fixture on his crotch. He was painfully reminded every moment he was bound by the pesky chastity cage that had been locked on since day one. The inside of the metal cage and small, dull spikes that dug into the flesh of Basil's cock every time the boar tried to have an erection which, much to his shame, was almost all the time.

Don't let him break you. Gain his trust till he unties you. Then you escape.

Basil steeled himself for whatever depraved acts the elephant wanted him to perform today. He was left on his back but was dragged a fair distance from the container. There was a pause and then thick fingers were on his muzzle. Feeling around for the strap to the dildo buckled into place on Basil's hood. A built-in ring device made sure that Basil could never close his mouth, but the dildo gag was inserted every time Kip had no use for the pig's mouth. Taking it off only meant one thing. Another moment of nothing happening passed before he felt it. Kip's massive foot was pressed to Basil's snout. Covering the nostrils and open mouth on the gimp hood. Basil took a deep breath and shuddered. His eyes rolled back involuntarily as he was reminded of the massive male's musky feet. His tongue quickly followed. Poking out from the ring in the mask to drag along the sole. The boar gasped a moment later when Kip's other foot rested directly on top of the boar's chastity cage. The heel dug in to make him even more uncomfortable at having his cock restrained as much as he. Much to his delight and dismay, Basil was happy to have any stimulation on his crotch.

With what little leverage his head had pinned beneath the elephant's foot, Basil moved his head around to work his tongue on every inch of the foot he could find. His tusks weren't an issue because those had been taken away his first week here. The words Kip had said to him before he sawed down the boar's prideful appendage still echoed in his mind now. "Tusks are for men, not for fucktoys." Despite being designated as a fucktoy it had taken Basil some time to adjust to his new role. Basil had always been a submissive kinkster, but forced servitude had been a terrible reality for him. The first two times that Kip had tried to make the boar clean his feet were met with intense resistance. Basil moved his muzzle away from the foot even when it was pressed directly against it. Kip had a solution though.

The first time it happened, Basil had been dragged off to the punishment room filled with bondage furniture to keep him restrained while Kip used the many implements inside. Basil had been caned on his ass and feet the first time. He was locked onto a bondage horse, his weight all concentrated on the center spike of the device. This alone was uncomfortable enough, so much pressure was on Basil's caged cock then that any movement made the device dig its points into his cock. But then Kip took his time to spank Basil's ass and feet with a leather belt and then a cane. Basil was allowed to scream for mercy, but it didn't stop the elephant until he was satisfied with how red the flesh had turned on the spots he had worked.

That had been the last time the boar was allowed the use of his limbs, as limited as it was. The second time he failed, he was given a similarly intense beating for his failure. Followed by all of his current gear being locked on. The earplugs had been left out the whole time so he could hear every single lock being fixed down his backside to secure the pieces. Kip whispered in his ear that if Basil failed again the locks would be welded shut and he would be a permanent bondage worm. That was exactly the motivation the boar needed to start licking every time a foot was pushed to his face now. That didn't stop him from being punished altogether. He still received spankings and foot torment when Kip was dissatisfied with Basil for not licking at the right speed, pausing for too long, or just generally not showing enough enthusiasm. Even when Kip played his movies loud now, the cushion wouldn't be slowed down by the distraction.

With each lick across the grimey foot, Basil kept thinking to himself how wonderful it is to be out of his container. Worshipping the bottom of the elephant's foot was one of the few times he was allowed to do anything. It was nice to be out of his prison and receive attention from the elephant. Though he couldn't see him, Basil could imagine the massive mammal sitting on a couch with the boar positioned at his feet. The elephant was always naked when Basil still had his vision and that's how he imagined Kip now. Nude and reclined in the living room while he watches TV. His fucktoy cleaning his feet while he relaxed.

Time was meaningless to the deprived submissive, but it felt like he had spent a lot of time on the first foot before he felt himself being picked up. The elephant was so strong he could have tossed Basil over his shoulder and carry him off to the bedroom. Oh, if only the boar could be allowed his limbs. The elephant wouldn't have to work himself up moving his fucktoy around. Basil could just crawl over to the other foot when the elephant master was ready. This thought floated in and out of Basil's mind without a second thought before the second foot was pressed to his muzzle. Like before, the other foot rested comfortably on his caged cock. Basil worked diligently on the foot. Showing just as much love and care as he had on the first foot. Long licks as far as the head could allow. Working every spot till he was only tasting his saliva each time he licked.

Eventually, Kip was satisfied with the pig's work and removed his feet. He pulled Basil from the floor so that he was resting on his knees. The boar knew what was happening even before his face was stuffed into the elephant's crotch. Basil could feel the semi-erect shaft against his face, even though the hood. His head was gripped in Kip's large hands as he was put in the proper position. The head of the elephant's shaft poked in through the ring-opening. Pre dribbled onto the boar's tongue the instant it was in. The elephant was excited today. Basil had learned through trial and error the proper way to please his elephant overlord (the punishments in between really helped to reinforce when he screwed up). He didn't spend too long getting started. Taking quick bobs up and down the top of the shaft to quickly coat it with his every drooling mouth. this lubed up the shaft well enough for Basil to get more ambitious with his work.

Taking a deep breath through his nostrils before going back down, Basil took as much of the length as he could manage. He could feel the tip of the cock pressing down the back of his throat and there was still plenty more cock to suck. In a quick movement, Basil took the length back to the tip before plunging back down. He repeated this a few times before taking another breath. That time spent in his container practicing his breathing was paying off now. With each breath, he managed to take more of the length. Basil realized, as more of the shaft got down his throat, that this was the most of the elephant's cock he had ever sucked at once. At this realization, he moaned and his cage twitched involuntarily. It was during one of the times that the cock was buried deep in his throat that Kip let loose. Cum shot down inside Basil. It was a surprising feeling to not have the cum pass over his tongue before going down his throat.

Basil held his breath while Kip kept his hands wrapped around his head. Firmly holding it in place while he filled up his fuck toy. The boar always swore he could feel his stomach pressing against the rubber straitjacket when the elephant cummed buckets into him. Basil was feeling lightheaded from the lack of air by the time the massive member was pulled from his muzzle. The boar gave a satisfied burp through the ring gag and soon felt the familiar dildo gag going back in. The boar unconsciously sucked away at the device once it was back. Next, he felt the plugs in his ears being pulled free. It was not unusual for Kip to tell Basil when he did a good job. Basil fidgeted on his knees with excitement when the plugs came free.

"You did a very good job tonight, fucktoy. Master is very pleased with you," the elephant's voice rumbled through Basil's ears. What followed next surprised the boar though. He felt the large hand of his master patting the top of his rubber-clad head. The boar nuzzled into the pet with excitement. He was so happy to feel the affection of the sir he cared for. After a few seconds of petting, Basil was pushed back to the floor and he felt himself being slid away. Basil was being tucked back into the container and the boar elicited a soft whimper. Just enough to express his wish to stay out longer, not enough to be seen as trying to stir up trouble. The boar waited patiently as the top of the box was fixed back on. The boar realized then that the plugs were not put back in his ears after the master had praised him, because now he could hear the power drill putting the bolts back into the top. Heavy footfalls were leaving and then silence once more.

The oppressive nature of his containment did not return to Basil right away this time. Instead, he was filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling from the petting he had received. His mind started to wander in his solitude. He realized that the lack of earplugs was the most freedom he had been allowed in a while. Maybe if he kept improving his technique then more gear would be removed from him. Hell! Maybe the master wouldn't even lock him away in the container anymore. He dreamed of what a night in the elephant's bed might be like. The boar couldn't comprehend how much his priorities had changed now...