It's that day again. You hear the familiar sound of a truck approaching. Normally, you'd instinctively look out of the window to stare at the binmen, to see whether they're handsome or not and fantasise about them. But now you realise that you forgot to put the bin on the street.
You run out of the house and roll out the bin so it can be picked up. You stand by the bin so you can bring it back in once it's been picked up. You can't help but gaze at the bin lorry as it slowly approaches, the men jumping off, dragging the bins to the back of the truck, the bins getting emptied and then put back onto the pavement, then jumping onto the back again. Today you seem to be in luck. Both binmen are quite handsome, one of them being tall with a very strongly defined jaw line, the other one being a bit shorter and stockier, sporting a full beard. They're both clad in long-sleeved yellow high-vis overalls, their wide shoulders betraying how muscular they are. You could faintly make out that both of them at least had some tattoos done around their necks.
Eventually, the truck passes your bin. You're still standing in the same spot, intensely gazing at how the stocky binman takes it, puts it on the back and has the truck lift it, emptying its contents into the compactor. You could look at him forever. Then you feel it. You suddenly feel something or someone applying pressure over your mouth. You quickly notice it's a heavy duty nitrile glove, worn by the binmen. It was covered in layers of filth and dirt, with the once white jersey liner having turned a yellow-brownish colour from all the bin juices that had spilled over it. You try to resist but all it does is make you smell the dirty garbage and bin juices that cover the gloves, weakening you and making you nauseous. "Taking a fancy to us, bruv?", you hear a very deep voice say. You realise it must be the tall binman's voice. He has you overpowered from behind. "Mmmmphhh", you try to respond. "This pig is always perving out of the window at us.", the stocky binman says. "Time to make those pervert fantasies of him a reality."
They start manhandling you to the lorry's cab, the tall binman's dirty glove continuing to be firmly applied over your mouth, the other violating your body. The tall binman opens the lorry's door and, together with the stocky one easily lifts you into the cab, putting you on the cab floor, face up. The tall binman now gets into the truck's middle seat, stepping on you in the process. The stocky one gets in as well. The tall binman places his left black steel-toed work boot with thick anti-perforation soles and rubber edges onto your face. "Lick, pig", he orders, pointing with his still gloved hand towards his boot. You comply with your captors' demands, starting to lick what must be at least a size 14 boot. You notice that the outsoles had stepped in all sorts of mud and spilled waste, while the top is just as covered in dirt and bin juices as the gloves. You're made to ingest all the nasty smells and tastes from the boots. Meanwhile, the stocky binman is using his equally massive boots on your crotch, applying pressure and occasionally kicking your balls. The added mass from the steel toes make this an agonising experience for you.
The driver sets off, skipping the other bins on the street. He radios for a replacement truck to finish the route, something about the truck being full already. The lorry's cab has a particularly foul cigarette smell to it. Both binmen take their gloves off, revealing more tattoos. They take their pack of cigarettes out of one of their pockets and light it up, after which they put their gloves back on. The roads become increasingly bumpier as you are driven further and further from your home. Your transformation into a garbage pig is in full force as you continue to taste the bin juices from the binman's boots, while being berated and spat upon by the two smoking operatives, dropping their ash on you. Eventually, the truck stops at an abandoned industrial building.
The cigarettes are pushed out on your clothes, making you feel the burn. The men step out, making sure to trample all over you with their boots. They once again start manhandling you, this time out of the truck's cabin. You are held upright, once again with the binman's smelly gloved hand held firmly over your mouth. He forces you to walk to the rear of the lorry. The stocky binman stands in front of you as he almost effortlessly starts ripping off your clothes and throwing them into the compactor. It isn't long before you are standing naked with your feet on concrete, watching as the binman presses a large button, activating the compactor. The engine revs up as the blade moves in to compact what remains of your clothes with the rest of the trash. You react in shock as you are kept in a strange and isolated place, naked. The stocky binman makes a gesture and the bin lorry sets off, leaving you alone with them.
"Now then, let's go have some fun now we're alone", the stocky binman says in a rather threatening fashion. You are dragged into the abandoned building, the dirty gloved hand still firmly held over your mouth. You are set down on a dirty mattress they must have saved from a pile of rubbish. The stocky binman pulls you by the hairs as the tall one forces the crotch of his hi-viz overalls into your face. The stocky one also uses his steel-toed work boots to control you. A putrid smell fills your nostrils. You feel and see a large bulge in his crotch area, which already is starting to get damp. Now you got a close up look, you notice that the overalls are equally dirty as the gloves, being covered in what looked like months of dirt, bin juices and stains that must be from piss and cum - he must jerk off a lot in the uniform. And now you're being made to worship and lick all of it, as your head is dragged all over the tall muscular worker's uniform, boots and gloves. You start becoming horny from it, with your dick becoming rock hard. The tall worker notices this and starts rubbing your dick using the deep threads of his boot's soles. This is a very uncomfortable experience on your highly sensitive dick. After some time, he starts forcing his gloved hands into your mouth, making you lick them and taste the filth. On the back of the glove, you faintly manage to make out the lettering "XXL". These monstrous hands are indeed as massive as they appear, with the gloves making them look even larger.
He eventually unzips the fly of his overalls, revealing a once white jockstrap that hadn't been washed for quite some time. The yellowed jockstrap must've been drenched in weeks if not months of sweat, piss and cum, having an odour as foul as the rest of the uniform. He briefly rubs his package with his gloved hands, before pulling it out of the jockstrap. The rock hard dick jumped out, revealing how massive it is. You notice that he's just as tattooed around his crotch as his neck is. The stocky binman, still standing behind you pulls you back as the tall binman starts aiming his dick towards you. He gets a relieved look on his face as a stream of his warm yellow piss flows towards you. He makes sure to drench your body, hair and face in his warm piss. The stocky binman now uses his gloved hands to force your mouth wide open, allowing the warm golden juice to flood your mouth. You drink his piss, which has a very bitter taste to it from smoking what must be at least a pack a day. Stocky and Tall switch places. The stocky binman used his gloved hands to fumble with his zipper for a bit to reveal his large dick. He again pisses on you, with the tall binman making you drink all of it.
Once he ran out of piss, he starts to make you suck his dick. The tall binman uses his gloved hands to force you to keep sucking the stocky binman's dick. His aggressive throatfucking makes you repeatedly gag, putting tears in your eyes. It isn't long before your mouth is filled with his bitter tasting cum. He uses his gloves to finger fucking your mouth and make you lick up all of it. The tall binman now moves in to aggressively throatfuck you as he slaps you in the face with his filthy gloves. You are in an absolutely blissful state, taking in all the filth and soon eating his creamy white load off his gloves as he cums onto your face.
The stocky binman then produces an old pair of binman gloves from one of his pockets. He takes a piss into the pair, making sure both gloves are thoroughly wet on the inside. He then throws them at you. "Don them", he orders. You are happy to comply. You pick up the first piss-soaked glove and slide it onto your left hand. You love the sensation of having your hands bathe in lukewarm piss. You put on the other glove as well. The gloves are heavily worn and very much covered in filth, with the nitrile coating having worn through in places. The first thing you instinctively do is to rub them all over your face and smell them. You love the smell. You're told to jerk off now. You lie down on the wet mattress and start to stroke your dick, with one gloved hand held over your face as you continue to take in the smell. The binman rub their boots on you.
You eventually cum on the gloves and eat all the cum off them. "Seems like you get off this stuff. We should make this a regular thing.", the tall binman says.
Since that day, every Friday you sit in the hallway after work on your knees. Both binmen have the keys to your home and come in at any time. Sometimes they randomly show up unannounced on weeknights to fuck you when they feel like it. They grab you from behind, smearing whatever bin juice is on their gloves over your face. You can tell whether they had an organic waste or cardboard route. You get hauled off to a location in a car's boot and get dragged out. They serve you dinner by throwing it on the floor, mashing it with their boots and pissing over it. They pick up chunks and make you eat it from their gloved hands and boots. You get fucked afterwards.
This is your life as a filthy garbage pig. You love it. Every night you sniff the filthy binman gloves you got off them and cum onto them, waiting until you can see your new binman owners again.
