Gaypig ## Chapter: Pig day part I

Kneeling in a car park, naked, rigid hard-on and a stranger's cock shoved in my face, this was surreal. I agreed to be a pig, and I was getting used hard and fast.

From my diary for the weekend. You can see a shot of me cuffed and pigging at https://www.flickr.com/photos/gaypig/9366113218 if you allow restricted photos. Feedback and encouragement welcome at gayspunk@gmail.com. Thank you to all those pig fanciers that have emailed me. If you make withdrawals from the Nifty wank bank, consider squirting a deposit at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html, cum again.

Caught

An open relationship and the on/off nature of contract work, means I often spend afternoons sucking cock in the sauna, on the understanding that it stayed meaningless sex with strangers to spice up our sex life. The nearest gay sauna is a short ride on the 176 bus, a real temptation. What my boyfriend did not know was that when he was off on work trips, I surf profiles on Grindr and Squirt, fishing for no strings hookups with tops, bondage and "right now" cottaging blow jobs, filling my need for something more kinky than is on offer at home. I normally stick to a one-fuck rule, though a few have been multiple fucks. One guy who lives on the next street and I have seen around with his cute boyfriend, has caught me on Grindr over lunchtime several times and messages to say his balls need emptying and I strip, leave my front door unlocked, and get ready on the stairs with my arse up and head down. He walks in, hard fucks my arse, dumps his load, and walks out without a word said.

I watch my weight and am a dark hairy guy of average height and average uncircumcised cock. I guess I lucked out that I have no natural "type" and find more unusual looking guys sexy. If your ears stick out, you have tattoos, are short, tall, skinny as a rake, hairless or big and bearish and point your cock at me, I cannot wait to get my hands and tongue on you. Several guys have posted close up shots of me swallowing their cock or with it ramming my arse, and many guys on Grindr track their shags by taking a few photos. Though most hookups avoid having their face in shot, it turns me on to add to my album of cocks sucked with me working on them. When photos appear on sites like Tumblr, I get a kick from wanking over sleazy comments. What the hell, it's anonymous.

An old friend of my boyfriend, whom I had met a couple of times but hardly spoken to, emailed me at work. He wrote he would like to catch up with both of us, but had contacted me as he was really getting a kick from seeing me getting off with so many guys. He wanted to set a date to get my lips on his cock, and asked if my boyfriend would want to join in. The email included a couple of links, and a request to see more. Considering how much amateur gay porn was out there, I never expected someone from real life would randomly recognise me from a sex photo or mobile video clip on an amateur sex website. With butterflies in my stomach for the rest of the day, I resisted clicking on the links until I got home, the last thing I want is to trigger a porn block at work from my own photos.

He had shots of me cocksucking, ball licking and eating cum, all with my face in shot. No point in denying they were me. I sent an email saying my boyfriend knows I have fun when he is away, but preferred not to know how many guys, or who they are, so please keep the photos a secret. He could see I was into cum, so confessed I am grateful for cock, and happy to give him a blow job any time. He replied that I should count on draining his balls, but as I offer to suck any random guy who points his cock at me, he expects more.

From his Flickr link I could see he was into S&M, known as Master D, with a hobby of dominating. Thinking of him looking through my cocksucking photos, I dropped my pants to wank while surfing. I started clicking to give him full access to my albums on Flickr, knowing he can download and keep photos, including close up portraits with cum over my face and being fucked. He must have had Flickr on his mobile as minutes later he invited several photos to be shared on sex groups, and sent a Flickr message ordering me to accept every invite. In the same message he said there were plans for a bondage group get together north of Oxford, and he thought I would get a kick being on display as a party pig. This was getting weird, but I get turned on by sex dares and having a turn at being their group pig sounded hot. Wanking, I could feel my heart pounding, his orders were hypnotic and on instinct I used my free hand to tick off the invites and warnings about posting private photos to public groups, without reading them. While looking at the closeups of my face being fed cock, now visible to God knows how many kinky guys worldwide, I spray a load over my chest, then wipe it over my face and lick my hand.

He sent a couple more emails, getting me to confess some past dares, my nudist and group experiences, how being on a PrEP trial had resulted in more anonymous sex, and my fantasies of getting humiliated and exposed. It felt good to talk to someone about this side of myself. Master D called my bluff, and challenged me to spend a day next weekend as a party cock pig. They would ensure nothing too painful or as extreme as scat, but to be the official pig for a day, I must consent be used and shared without hesitation. As an incentive Master D said they would aim to beat my personal best, 14 different cocks sucked and 5 loads swallowed last year in one darkroom session.

Train station

I arrived by train at the unmanned stop, a place I had never heard of before, following last minute instructions by dressing in old sports kit, going commando and carrying nothing. Even my mobile phone was left behind and house keys left in a handy hiding place. I was wearing a tee-shirt, cap and tracksuit. The cotton shirt, socks and old trainers were white, with the track suit made of black polyester. Being told to wear cheap clothes was a turn on, dressing in a chav style felt like I was undercover, free to adopt a more sleazy and laddish alter ego.

It was a relief to get out of the warm carriage, British trains were never designed for a sunny day. From London it took over an hour to take two short rural trains, the last announced apologetically as old replacement stock with no air conditioning. It had been boring with no mobile phone to distract me, it was impossible to ignore the track suit sticking to my back, and my arse felt wet after having to sit on a cheap hard seat. Waiting for the other two people who left the train to get across the pedestrian bridge ahead of me, I waited on the platform, admiring the parallel river with a moored canal boat nearby, and the woods beyond that. The idyllic scene was spoiled by the sound of an occasional car tearing along the flyover a hundred yards or so up the track. I tugged the pants loose from my buttocks and stretched in a light breeze to dry off. I got out the black restraint collar that Master D had commented on in one of my photos, but I had never dared wear outside of a bedroom. With the platforms empty, I strapped the collar tight around my neck, loving the sensation of warm leather and cool metal rings. The bag went in a recycling bin at the exit, along with a half drunk bottle of water, GWT timetable, and a Metro paper with most of the puzzle page completed. It felt liberating to leave carrying nothing. The track suit fabric brushed my cock head as I walked out, and I could not stop getting hard, enough to start drawing back my foreskin. That might have been the cialis I popped on the train, the only "party" drug I take, cheap, legal and guarantees getting a stiffy at any erotic thought I have for at least a day.

I was told to be a good pig I should avoid talking, but should properly reply to any question. I guess everyone wants a pig to shut up and get on with sucking or to squirm on their cock. We met at the back of the near empty car park, more of a dirt layby with a row of widely spaced cars and some unidentifiable heavy machinery stored at the end. We stood behind a dirty Bedford van, out of view of the entrance, though I expected the stop would be deserted until the next slow train. He was busy typing on his phone. I waited and smiled nervously, but realised this was the wrong thing to do and stood patiently in front of him, hands at my sides, looking down at my cock making a ridiculously obvious tent in my pants. There was a loop of heavy chain and a pair of handcuffs protruding from his trousers. I was excited to think that these must be for restraining me later. He reached for the D-ring on my collar, using it to pull me forward until my head was close to his chest.

"Ready to be a cum eating pig, a complete cocksucker?" I nodded, my mouth salivating in anticipation of sucking cock, his grip on the collar limiting my movement. He reached down to hold my cock and balls through the thin trackies. "Did you follow orders like a good little pig and come commando?" I nodded, he could feel my cock twitching in his palm and must be able to feel I had no underwear on. He slowly unzipped the front of my top and used a finger to pull at the neck of my tee-shirt. "Bad pig. Commando is one layer or nothing against your pig skin. Off it comes." I helped as he pulled the top down my arms, and it dropped on the dirt. Like airport security, he frisked under my tee-shirt, watching me stiffen as he pinched my nipples hard. "Rings or piercings?" I shook my head. "Pity, jewelry counts as a layer, it would have been fun to have nipple rings or a nose ring to tug on."

I automatically rubbed my stiff cock and grabbed my balls. "Whoa, stop that. Cock, balls, arsehole, are for men to handle, not pigs. Hands off our toys." Turning me round and pulling my wrists behind my back, he snapped handcuffs on tight. They were the solid type, so allowed hardly any movement. The erotic charge from being restrained was electric, knowing I was now unable to cover my tenting cock or even adjust it. "Tell you what pig, we can make it easy for you to be good. Shall we let the guys you are a hardcore pig, desperate to be kept cuffed all weekend, with toys permanently on display?" He held my cock, and looked me in the eyes. I pressed my cock further into his palm, imagining staying cuffed and groped by strangers, and nodded. My cock gave me away by twitching, excited. "Ah, I was not serious, a pig's hands can keep men entertained when their mouth needs a rest, but as you are turned on by being a full on trussed up hog, I'll do you a favour. These cuffs can stay locked, if you pig out convincingly, you can have a time-out to stretch. No changing rules later. No complaining unless you want to be punished, though maybe you would be up for getting your arse spanked?" As he spoke he kept rubbing my cock and I kept nodding, loving the idea of getting held down by several guys while they took turns spanking me.

"Shoes or socks? One layer or none, make a choice." Arms behind my back, all I could do was kick off the trainers. Perhaps punishment for not checking what he meant by commando, would be walking in my socks. His hand slid down the back of my trackie bottoms, squeezing my buttocks, and he seemed to approve as I took the initiative to show willing and leaned forward and relaxed, letting him rub against my sweat lubed arse ring. He almost had me in a hug as he felt around my hips. Fishing in my pockets he pulled out the day train ticket and about 25 quid in cash. He shoved them back in, and used the pocket like a glove to rub my cock again.

"Forget money. For the next 24 hours you are a pig, here for breeding, focus on cock. If thirsty, ask and someone might piss in your mouth. For food don't worry, you are going on a strict high protein diet of cum." My throat suddenly felt dry as a bone. I skipped breakfast for a small coffee, and expecting a fuck, douched several times to clean myself out. Having eaten nothing since yesterday and a cleaned out gut, I wondered if this order was for real. I knew he had seen photos of me slurping down a guy's stream of piss, but being forced to drink nothing else was one hell of a dare. Turning me back, he pulled on the waist and lowered my trousers until my six inch hardon popped up between us, pulsing with my heart beat in the cool air.

"Bad, piggy, those balls are not commando." Confused, I realised he had put a finger under my tight black rubber cock ring. Oh Jesus, if he tried to yank it off while my cock was hard, my bollocks were going to be painfully squashed.

"A committed pig should be given a nose ring, but shall we keep the cock ring for the moment?" Relieved, I said yes please, but then he untied the string of the tracksuit bottoms, and let them drop down to my ankles. Deliberately pinning them to the ground by keeping his foot between my legs, he gave me a gentle push backwards. "I approve of your choice, getting rid of the pants. Though let's be honest, as an exhibitionist, you wanted all the toys on public display anyway." I stumbled and awkwardly dragged my feet free to avoid tripping over, ending up with my back pressed against the van. Holy crap, it had been a few minutes and Master D had me handcuffed and publicly exposed in a car park. Naked from the waist down apart from cock ring and socks, unable to cover myself, I recognised one of my confessed fantasies of forced stripping had already been turned into gritty reality. My heart was pounding, but I felt great, this was no more extreme than being on a nudist beach, so I straightened up and stood with my feet apart to show off my balls better.

"Learn the lesson, commando means commando." He picked up my tracksuit and wrapped the clothes around my trainers. I expected him to put them in his car, but he paused for a moment weighting them in his hand, then watching my face he carelessly threw the small bundle hard over the railway's metal fence and several yards into the no man's land of thick brambles, litter and trees edging the car park. My mouth fell open in surprise as they vanished out of sight, along with my cash and ticket home. Master D was not messing around, there was no way I was getting my pants or shoes back, this felt way out of control. It was then I noticed a security camera on a pole, pointing straight at us. I had been stupid to get into this with no backup plan or written down limits, and realised that agreeing to be this guy's pig, included control of me and everything I arrived with. He had the email where I had listed my fantasies, and I wondered if that had become a hit list. He stuck a couple of fingers in my mouth, I stopped thinking and automatically licked them. He used his now spit wet hand to yank back my foreskin, and rapidly wanked my cock, getting me harder until I moaned out loud. I felt stupid, but it was obvious to Master D I was increasingly turned on by the real risks of being naked apart from a teeshirt, on display in a public place in handcuffs and slave collar, with my face probably being recorded on CCTV. In that moment, everything seemed to slot into place, it felt right being here, being used as a nasty slutty pig. I looked up at the camera, imagining I was putting on a show for a bored security guard, watching a naked sex addict getting wanked live on his monitor.

Squeezing my balls with rough hands and flicking my hardon, Master D said "I can see you are enjoying yourself, but don't dare fucking cum." My heart was pounding, and I tried to relax my balls but my cock stayed hard thanks to the tight cock ring. He got the chain out and neatly clicked the end onto a D-ring on my collar.

Pulling the chain, he led me around the van. I was startled to see that the next car we walked in front of had someone in the driver's seat, and he was giving me a good look over. I wondered if this was a dogging spot. Master D dragged me round to the side of the car, positioning me between him and the driver. This must have been arranged, I was on display, fresh meat for one of his BDSM buddies.

The stranger had a big grin on his face, with a goatee, probably in his 30s, and was wearing a shirt as if he was on an office lunch break, but had a large nose ring and ear rings. The car side window whirred down, and he took a couple of photos of me on his mobile. He got out of his car and he looked lanky, nearly a foot taller than me. He lifted off my cap to show my shaven head, and looked me over. "Christ, must be on heat, shamelessly displaying its hot arsehole like that. This one is a wannabe cum dump, right? How about we advertise as a natural real pig then, and get that teeshirt off." I had no idea what he meant by advert, and they seemed to have no intention of explaining. A cuff was unlocked, and I helped by lifting my arms as they pulled off my top, chucking it on the car back seat, along with my cap and then even my socks were pulled off. I flushed from getting stripped, with the leather collar and the relocked handcuffs making this a kinky scene, emphasising my nakedness. The new guy put his face up against mine, ensuring my eyes stayed locked onto his as he licked his fingers and slowly stroked down my chest, pulled hard on my balls with one hand and slowly wanked me with the other. "It feels so much better in just your skin, right pig?" I happily nodded and could not help but smile back. With Master D holding me immobile from behind, he pressed himself fully against my front, still wanking my cock. He kissed me, and I responded taking his tongue, sucking it deeply and swallowing his spit. When I started thrusting my pelvis into him, he stopped and stood back, wiping his hand clean of precum on my face.

My cock was painfully hard, and all I could think of was getting wanked as he got his phone out again, getting full frontal shots. Master D kicked my feet from behind, getting me to spread my legs wide then grabbed my balls, stretching them down and forwards, forcing my pelvis out to display me like meat for the camera. He whispered in my ear, "lick your lips piggy. Show everyone how desperately you want to suck and fuck." He nudged my legs and wordlessly pushed me down, so I was kneeling looking up at the camera, my tongue wetting my lips and with the chain jerked back making the collar press tight on my neck and bending my torso backwards. I heard the phone make a couple of whoosh sounds, like he was posting shots live. The goateed guy was engrossed in getting a close up of my cock, so jumped in surprise as a nearby small van door slammed shut, and a cheery voice shouted over, "You guys making porn?"

The van driver walked over. He was wearing a well worn gray and black boiler suit and looked big, over six foot, with a small beer belly. Master D put a firm hand on my shoulder, keeping me kneeling bollock naked in the empty car space, now surrounded by three clothed men, two were complete strangers. I looked up at the van driver, could see he was probably a farm worker, my instincts honed from cottaging around London public toilets convinced me he was up for it, confirmed when he adjusted his cock, and I just felt horny being displayed to this stranger. I cheekily twitched my cock as his eyes lingered on it.

Master D nodded in welcome and calmly said to the goateed photographer, "Get your dick out. You've snogged and jerked the pig, you worked it up, time to feed it a snack." The goateed guy unzipped his flies, and I could not stop myself sighing in pleasure at the sight as he gobbed on his hand and stroked the shaft of his circumcised cock, getting it poking up to around seven inches. He held the top of my shaved head steady as he told me to lick the tip. The smell of fresh cock was an incredible turn on. My stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear. Salivating, not having eaten all day, my gut responded as if I was about to bite into a juicy burger.

Focused on the taste of precum and smell of cock, it became simple to follow orders and forget about everything else but being a pig, giving this unnamed guy as much pleasure as possible. Running my tongue underneath his shaft, he let my head go and in 3 seconds I had worked down to his shaved pubes. Playing my mental trick of putting aside the instinct to cough, I flattened the back of my tongue, fully opened my throat and moved forward to let his knob head slide down. With my nose pressed in his pubes, I felt satisfied, at home, my tongue licking his churning balls while I held my breath.

"Fucking hell, he's deep throating you like a whore." Pleased my sucker practice in the sauna was paying off, I pulled back slowly, letting the knob head pop past my tonsils out of my throat. Synchronizing my breathing like a swimming stroke, less than a second later I swallowed him back down. Goat guy was getting the works as I let a natural rhythm take over of breathe, lick down, swallow, throat grip, enjoy licking his balls, reverse, repeat.

Two minutes of this energetic sucking and his balls were already pulling up, I could feel his cock head swelling larger. "I can't hold on. This greedy pig is going to suck me down to hell." He gripped my head hard enough to make me dizzy, and pushed as far as he could down my throat, the bottom of his stomach pressing my nose flat. The strong urge to cough was making my throat grip and gulp downwards. As I was suppressing the urge to expel outwards, my body was instead instinctively trying to force the cock head blocking my throat to finish its journey to my stomach, sucking him further. At that moment I could feel the first jet of cum shoot along his jerking shaft and neatly squirt into my guts. With my hands cuffed behind me, I was his face fuck sex toy, mechanically trying to swallow, focused on nothing else. He pulled backwards, allowing the beautiful musky flavour and scent of his spunk to reach my taste buds, my cock fucking the air in excitement, then he was deep into my throat again as the next volley shot out. He shouted out as he came, anyone in the car park would know that someone was having an orgasm. I was fed with another 3 heavy jets of spunk, then he pulled out and splashed over my face, making me jerk back as jizz hit my eyes. The cock was resting back in my mouth where he released several ropes of hot spunk. I gulped it down like swallowing oysters, it was such a big load, surely he must have been saving it up for a couple of days. Before I could finish cleaning him off, another pair of hands turned my head and a cock slapped on my wet face. The day was starting at full speed, naked and working on a second cock. I arrived fifteen minutes ago and had yet to leave the train station.

Master D said, "Go ahead, feed the pig, stick it in." Through my blurred vision, I could make out the van driver, boilersuit dropped around his legs, leaving a singlet and lowered boxer shorts. He must have been wanking, and on the edge, as before I had a chance to look at his knob or get ready, he had forced it past my lips, tongue and was banging at my throat. Oh crap, this was a big one and he was making this difficult, my throat was closing up against being forced, and he pushed harder. I kept my eyes closed and focused on keeping my throat open wide and relaxed.

"Can the pig take it all?" Master D said something to encourage him to force it in to me, but I stopped paying attention and tricked my throat into a yawn. His hands pressed on the back of my head as his fat cock head went past the point of no return, and slipped down the rest of the way. My face was getting rubbed hard in his wiry pubes. Feeling his balls edging my lips, I started my party trick of licking his balls in time to flexing throat muscles. He started jabbing his cock as far as he could, his hands forcing my head further, keeping his cock head deep down, my tongue still working. Jesus he was rougher than I expected, but luckily he did not take long to get to the point of orgasm, he held still and I could feel the entire length of his shaft stiffen and jerk. Licking harder and wanking him with my throat by moving slightly up and down, I was rewarded by hearing him let out a long soft groan and experienced that intimate moment between two guys, feeling his shaft and swollen cock head deep inside me, our bodies working together to drain his balls. He was too far down for me to taste anything, but it was incredibly horny, physically feeling his hot load spurting inside my chest, straight to my guts. I was in cum pig heaven. Seven strong spurts later, he was spent, but continued to hold his cock firmly in visualising his cock dribbling out the last juices. My tongue was massaging his balls, getting them to release every drop, while my lungs were now feeling hotter, straining for air. Practice had made me an expert at taking a quick fresh breath when a guy was pumping in and out, but with a fat cock held this deep, all I could do was hold on like I was taking a dive. He pulled out, I could feel every inch passing back, and as his cock head reluctantly popped past my tonsils, I could not help but draw a large breath and it was impossible not to cough. A jet from his cock went the wrong way, I was flooded with the smell and taste of acidic spunk. Cum was forced through my sinuses, and my nose burned as jizz spurted out, making my whole head feel like it had filled with this random guy's spunk.

"Thanks mate, that was the best blowjob I've had for years." The van driver squeezed his cock and wiped it clean across the top of my head, then was pulling up his boiler suit, and thanking Master D, like he was my gay pimp. My throat was sore, returning to its normal size I guess, and as I could not wipe my nose, it felt weird as what must be pure cum was running from it, joining the earlier load from goat guy that had splattered over me and I could feel drying on, tightening the skin on my face like an expensive facial treatment.

Master D and the van driver were still talking, with their phones out, as the goateed guy got hold of my collar and pulled me up. I realised he had taken control of the chain locked to it at some point when I was blowing the van driver. "Get in the back of the car piggy, and put back on that teeshirt, we don't want to get arrested." I realised that a train was pulling in to the station, and I could see a silhouette of a man leaning on the wall watching from the nearby flyover, probably had been there all along. I was pushed forwards through the rear car door, goat guy threw in the heavy chain, closing the door. With my hands cuffed behind me, I fell on the back seat and squirmed around to a sitting position. My teeshirt and socks were on the floor, but I had no idea how to put them on.

I looked down at my dusty scuffed knees and hard cock, no longer feeling hungry with two loads of cum in my stomach, but could really do with water to cool my throat and refresh my cum-gummy mouth. Licking the remaining taste off my lips and feeling my face start to itch with the drying spunk, I remembered that Master D had committed me to sucking a dozen more guys today, and now I had been showing off my deepthroating skill, they would probably want the same level of service. This was going to be horny but bloody hard work. I had missed what the three guys were talking about outside, and was surprised to see Master D get in a nearby car and drive off.

Goat guy got in the car and started the engine. Looking back at me, he grinned as he saw my hard-on. I wanted to ask about his nose ring, maybe he was a part time pig. I expect my boyfriend would freak out if I got my nose pierced, but I was seriously thinking about it. He fished my baseball cap off the floor, and jammed it back on my head.

"I liked the photos he sent around, but had no idea Master D found a cum pig that can deep throat, cool. Sorry, can't unlock you to put the teeshirt back on, I don't have the key. Shift your arse forwards for a moment." I lifted my knees and lay down in the middle of the back seat, my arms now awkwardly pressed under me, leaving my cock and arse raised slightly. Goat guy licked his hand, wanked my foreskin up and down again, and slipped two of his long fingers past my arse ring feeling for my prostate, watching a drop of precum leak from my cock as it jerked in response. He pulled out, made me say "ouch", by giving my balls an unexpectedly hard slap, then sniffed his fingers. Over his shoulder I could see a few people were entering the car park from the station, but goat guy seemed unconcerned. "Anyway, we know you get turned on by having your arse and balls on display, everyone has seen what a sex addict you are begging for jizz, so I'm doing you a favour keeping you on display." Raising a cloud of dust he came out of the car park on to the quiet road, and keeping low, my head was pressed back in the seat as he floored the throttle and sped up. With the station left behind, realization crept over me that nobody was going to rescue my track suit, and along with my train ticket it really was gone for good.

"About to go through the town, duck out of sight piggy, take a rest. A few guys promised to get you started before the party. This full frontal of a sleazy pig begging to be filled, has already got more guys responding to the invite." He caught my eye in his rear view mirror and briefly waived his phone back at me. There was a photo of me taken moments ago, probably posted on Tumblr, with some text about "cum eating challenge" which I did not catch. In the shot I was leaning forward hard against the leash with my tongue out to lick the top of goat guy's cock, I did not realise he had still been taking photos. With my cock ruling my brain, I was turned on thinking about it being passed around. I dropped down, knees in one footwell and unable to hold on to anything as the car shifted about, instead rested my head down in the other footwell while trying to keep the cap on.

Goat guy was laughing as he squeezed my buttock. "Keep that arse up and head down out of sight, don't want to have grannies complaining about the perverts. That throat looked amazing stretched on a big cock. Thirsty, want to wash down those loads?"

"Yes sir! A drink would be great." I could see he was drinking from a small bottle with one hand on the wheel, he seemed to deliberately gulp down the rest before replying.

"Excellent. Someone will water you at the dogger's layby, keep you hydrated. There's a lad sent a message he is waiting there with lube, wanting to get you nice and stretchy. Lucky cum pig." ____ Gaypig https://www.flickr.com/photos/gaypig