The Making of a Raunch Pig by: smoothslave@att.net
This story is true and depicts acts of a homosexual nature. If you are underage or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further.
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Chapter 8
7:00 pm Friday night. Pig parked the car and made its way to the front door. The sound of the doorbell echoed from behind the door. Heavy footsteps coming closer, the knob turning. Bright light from inside flooding over pigs face. SIR smiling at pig and moving aside to let it in. Minutes later... pig naked and shaved was crawling on its hands and knees behind SIR following him into the tv room.
SIR led pig into the middle of the room and placed his hand on the top of pigs head to signal for it to stop. He made a slow circle around pig, inspecting his faggot. His fingers running down pigs back to the top of its ass. Down into the smooth crack between its cheeks digging two fingers into its hole. His other hand cupped pigs balls and pulled gently down, stretching the skin. Balls released and allowed to hang, pigs legs spread further apart by SIRs feet. His two fingers deeply fucking in and out of pigs cunt. Its balls swinging back and forth from the movement. Twisitng into pigs cunt then hooking inside and lifting pigs body up by its hole. Pigs hair was pulled, its head now facing upright looking into the room. SIRs fingers ripped out of its cunt and into pigs open mouth. Sucking and licking the flavor from its own ass. SIRs fingers cleaned and removed from pigs mouth as he backed away from pig leaving it kneeling on display. The sound of his footsteps as he worked his way around the room.
Pig knelt in position and waited for SIR. It didn't want to anger him or disobey. It looked at the carpet under it head and waited.
Seconds passed and it felt its balls being toyed with. First cupped in SIRs hand and pulled down. A piece of thin rope now being tied around the base of its ballsack. Around two times and then each testicle being tied off and separated. Its cunt being rubbed by two fingers. The the point of the butt plug forcing its way into its hole. Pigs ass lips stretched around the thickest part and then the base coming to a halt pressed firmly against pigs hole. The remaining length of the rope up its ass crack and then around its neck. Pigs balls pulled out between the back of its legs, the slack of the rope corrected and then tied off around pigs neck. The tension holding pigs balls out from its body and the plug in its hole.
SIRs footsteps around the room. Short clicks and flashes of bright light as he took pictures of pig from different angles. The sound of SIRs belt buckle opening and the belt being pulled from the loops on his jeans. The clinky sound of the belt buckle from behind pig. Then sharp stings of pain as the belt came across pigs bare ass. Each cheek swatted over and over, the bite of the leather digging in and making pigs ass hot and welted. The belt layed across pigs back its belt buckle cold against its skin. More clicks and flashes of light. Pigs legs spread further apart. The belt removed from its back then sharp stings across the back of its thighs and down its calves. Pig wanting to moan out loud but holding back from making a sound. The belt drapped over pigs calves and feet then more pictures taken.
Pig feeling SIRs arms on the sides of its body. Turning pig onto its back. The rope pulling on its balls digging them into the carpet just below its ass crack. SIR positioned pig on the carpet. Pig holding its bent legs up and spread from its body by its ankles. The dildo entering its mouth and forced deep inside. Pictures snapped from different angles. SIR pulled the dildo out and lay in on pigs chest. He stepped up on the couch and told pig to smile. Show how it liked to be used. Show what a faggot it was. Pig smiled as SIR snapped away. The light from the camera leaving sparkles in its vision.
"Good faggot. Put the dildo in your mouth and suck on it. Keep your legs up and spread for me to see."
SIR sat in the chair and watched as pig abused its mouth. Spread out on SIRs carpet performing for SIR, letting him have a show. Watched as SIR drank down two cans of beer and lit a cigar. Fucked its mouth while SIR took a phone call and chatted with a friend about somthing they did at work eariler in the day. Remained in position as SIR left the room and returned with a large white funnel. Smiled up at SIR when the dildo was removed and the tip of the funnel put in its mouth. Blinked in compliance with him as he told pig to put its tongue over the hole to block the opening. Eagerly awaited as SIR removed his jeans then planted one foot on either side of pigs body.
SIR pulled his cock from his jock and began to piss a stream into the funnel. Pig could feel the mist of his urine covering its face and the weight of the funnel changing in its mouth. Pig clamped its teetch into the funnel to steady its increasing weight. SIR looking down at pig and telling it that it was his urinal. Nothing but a piss drinking ass eating faggot. More flashes of light as the camera captured pig laying on it back with a piss filled funnel in its mouth. SIR telling pig to drink slowly as he took more pictures of the urine slowly escaping the funnel into pigs toilet mouth. The urine warm and slightly bitter as it ran down the back of pigs throat.
When he had finished taking pictures, the rope was removed from pigs neck and wound around the base of pigs balls. The plug removed from its ass and placed into its mouth for a cleanup. Pig taking in the taste of its ass as SIR made his way into the kitchen.
"Faggot tonight we are having buffalo wings and beer"
Pig was happy that SIR was in a good mood tonight. The earlier play with its body had not been too bad. It was unsure of the pictures being taken but thought it would still be ok. At least pig wasn't locked in the basement like the last time. and now dinner. This weekend wouldn't be bad at all. Thank god it didn't cancel.
Noises of plates moving around in the kitchen. Sounds of beer cans opening up. The sound of the doorbell.
"Get the door faggot. We are having company for dinner."
Pig was on its feet in a heartbeat. "Company?" it thought. It can't be seen like this. Can't let someone in and see it. Should it get dressed. SHIT!
"Get the fucking door you piece of shit. NOW!!!!!!!!!"
Pig made its way to the door, its bare feet slapping against the hard wood floor in the foyer. It opened the door and tried to hide itself to the side. A young man almost the same age as pig stood in the entrance. He was wearing sneakers, washed out levis, black t-shirt, and a baseball cap turned backwards on his head.
"Greg is this the faggot you were talking about?"
"Yep"
"Going to have some fun this weekend with him Greg ?"
"Oh yeah. We all are.."
"The boys coming over for the game tonight"
"Yeah should be here soon."
With that the young man looked into pigs eyes and smiled. He leaned into pigs face. His breath hot on pigs face.
"Do you take cock up your hole faggot?
"Yes SIR"
"drink piss faggot?"
"Yes SIR"
"eat ass faggot?"
"Yes SIR"
"eat shit faggot?"
"No SIR"
A slap accross the back of pigs head. SIR Greg pulling at its hair. "Don't worry Steve. This faggot will do as told. No matter what you want. I have the pictures in case it wants to disobey. It will be its decision but I think it will agree to anything if it knows what is good for it."
"Alright then. so faggot do you eat shit faggot?"
"Ummm. Yes SIR"
A smile on SIR Gregs face. A smirk on SIR Steves. SIR Steve leaned in and started to pucker his lips. Pig got ready for the kiss and parted its lips. But instead received a wad of phlem on its top lip. "Lick your lips faggot."
They laughed together as they left pig standing by the door.
"That fag thought I was going to kiss him.. Fucking fruit. Greg you did good this time. Can't wait for the others to get here. Looking forward to the game. All I know is I want him before Mke. I don't want my cock near that faggot after that sadistic bastard gets done with him."
Pig was in for a rough night. What was the game they were talking about. It didn't dare ask. It just stood by the door and waited for the rest of SIRs company to arrive.
Two more men showed up that evening and were greeted by pig at the front door. Another young guy. No more than 2 years older than pig. Tall and lanky with a patch of jet black hair that rose up from under his t-shirt making a collar around his neck. His name was Pete. The other man was older. Around the same age as SIR Greg. This was Mike, the other that Pete has talked about. A few inches shorter than pig. Thick chest and arms, smelled like stale beer and grabbed pigs balls roughly as he entered. "Well HELLO FAGGOT!!" he yelled into the side of pigs head. He rubbed the rough stubble from his face on pigs cheek. His hand probbed behind, a finger rammed into pigs cunt.
"Okay enough Mike.. Time for that later bud.."
Pig stood in the doorway as Mike removed his finger. He brought it up to pigs face and had pig smell its own ass. Pig opened its mouth, already used to the exercise of having to clean the objects used up its cunt. But instead, pig was surprised, almost shocked to see Mike stick the slimy finger in his own mouth and suck.
"Mmmmm... Nothing like the taste of a fresh faggot"
The four men, Greg, Steve, Pete and Mike took seats at the kitchen table. Pig, naked except for the rope around its balls, served up the platter of buffalo wings and gave each man a cold can of beer. It was told to knee by SIR Greg and await and further orders. A snap of the fingers from Pete and pig crawled over to get the empty beer can. Into the kitchen for another to keep the man happy. A snap of the fingers from Steve and pig crawled next to him sucking off the buffalo sauce from his fingers. No need for a napkin while pigs mouth would be handy. This continued throughout their meal. Pig crawling to get more beer or sucking the spicy read sauce from their fingers. A few burps from the crowd later and they were finished. Pig had done well serving their needs during the dinner.
"Hungry faggot?" Sir Greg looking in pigs direction.
"Yes SIR. But only if you are all finished SIR."
"We all done men?" followed by a hearty "yes" from each man at the table. "Okay fag you can eat. I will make up your plate. You have done enough so far. Relax yourself a bit and wait for your meal."
Pig sat back on its feet and watched as SIR picked up each dirty plate from his guests. Scraping the last bits of food from their plates to his own used plate. Chewed chicken wings with tiny bits of meat hanging on the bone was placed on the floor next to pig.
"Eat up faggot" The men all smiling and watching as pig picked up each chewed on wing and picked at the meat. It didn't take pig long to finish picking through the bones. humilitated at having to eat the scraps left behind.
"Faggot.. there are some wings left. You still hungry boi?"
"Yes SIR faggot is still hungry SIR"
"Come here boi." Mike whistled to pig like a dog and made
a panting jesture with his tonuge.
Pig crawled over to Mike and was happy to see that one of the men would at least feed pig something other than a scrap.
"Lets see.. 4 whole wings left. A good meal for you faggot.. But don't forget that you are unworthy of having this. So I will teach you how a good faggot eats. Crawl here faggot."
Pig now next to Mike on hands and knees waiting for the spicy treat. Mike dipping the wing in sauce and giving it a good smell. "Mmmmm Yeah... Meaty wing here faggot." Pig watched as he held the wing with two fingers and got closer to pigs mouth. Then passing over its head and sliding into its hole. The juice instantly burning the insides of pigs cunt with its hot pepper sause. A few dips in and out of pigs cunt making its hole scream with the heat. "Yeah faggot have to feed your cunt first." The remaining wings were passed onto the other three men at the table. Greg hacked deep within and spit a thick wad of phlem on them. Pete opened his mouth and let his spit dribble over the wings. Lastly Steve took the plate, blocked one nostril and blew his nose onto the meat. "Yeah faggot now you are ready to feed." barked Mike. The plate was lowered to the floor and they all watched as pig ate the mess in front of it. It held back its tears of humiliation and gulped down its dinner. Trying not to think about the hot wing buried up its cunt making it scream for release. When pig finished cleaning its plate Mike instructed it to squat and retrieve the last wing. Pig did as ordered and felt its cunt burn as the wing slid past its ass lips. With its face lowered to the plate it ate the last wing still warm from its own body temperture. Degraded and humiliated to be used in this manner.
"He needs a cooling off.." Steve speaking up this time. "Over here faggot I have what you need"
Pig crawled around thetable to Steve. Its ass on fire and throbbing from the sauce. Pig sat and watched as Steve took a stick of celery and smotherd it in blue cheese dressing. Up its cunt and swirled it around. Fucking its cunt with the lime green stack. The milk in the dressing slightly cutting the edge from the hot sauce. The celery then fed to pig.
"Ok men. Time for the game." Greg made the announcement. He grabbed pig by the hair and led it to the basement door and down the steps, the others following closely behind. Downstairs Greg had set up a card table and pig quickly realized that they were going to play a game of poker.
Pig was placed on its hand and knees next to Greg. Once the game started pig was used as needed. Some wanted a foot bath, others called for pig so that they could finger fuck its cunt. Its balls squeezed, its tits twisted and pulled from its body. One after another the men would degrade the faggot kneeling at their feet. By the end of the game pigs balls were sore, its tits throbbed and its cunt sloopy and loose from being rammed with fingers so many time.
Finally the game ended and pig learned quickly that they were not playing for money. They were playing with the goal of seeing what order the pig would be used by them. Pig heard them counting their chips. The order determined and set for the night.
Greg, Pete, Steve, and Mike. Steve claiming that he was not happy with the order but it would do.
Greg ordered pig to crawl to the mattress and lay on its stomach. Pigs wrists were tied behind its back and it was flipped over to stare up at the ceiling. Its legs bent and its ankels tied around its bent elbows. Greg lifted pig and slid a pillow under its ass, its wound up balls now on plain view for all. He smiled at pig and brought an open hand hard down on its balls. Pig gulped for air as it felt the pain shoot up into the pit of its stomach. Feeling like it would pass out or vomit. Its legs trying to pull back down to protect itself only to be held in place by the rope. Another slap to the balls and tears ran down the side of pigs face. Greg sat down on pigs chest and slid back to get his asshole in position. The weight of his body pushing pig into the mattress and digging its bound wrists into its back. Pig licking furiously at his hairy asshole while slap after slap came upon its balls. The men began to yell, edging Greg on as pigs balls were tortured. Gregs hand now squeezing pigs balls, pulling them out ans twisting them. Then a release, a final flick of his hand on the abused nutsack and he stood up and off of the mattress..
Pig lay there and watched as Pete made his way over and undressed near the mattress. His hairy chest thin and boney showing his rib cage when he moved. His legs lanky and covered in black silkly hair. His cock long and lean with a jet black bush that only allowed his cock to be seen. The hair wrapping around and covering his balls. His hairy body now decending on top of pig. He rubbed his hands over pigs chest and twisted at its nipples, making them sore and erect. Reaching down and twisting at its bound up balls. Sliding his body on top of pig until his hairy balls were touching pigs lips. Pig licking them and sucking on the hairy skin. His erect cock face fucking pig, forcing it down pigs throat. Humping its face, using it like a cunt. Pete pulled out and turned around lowering his ass onto pigs mouth. The hairest ass pig had even seen. So dense with black hair that pig couldn't even see when his hole was located. Pig lapped in his crack, the hair running heavy over its tongue. A musky smell in pigs nose and then it felt the opening to his hole. Pig stuck its tonuge out hard and Pete bobbed up and down fucking pigs tonuge with his asshole. Playing with pigs cock. Rubbing the head hard in small circles. When he had had enough of pig eating his ass, he turned back around and slammed his cock in and out of pigs mouth. Over and over until he spasmed and shot a thick wad of cum into pigs mouth. Pig swallowed and licked at his cock. He looked over at Greg and nodded for approval, pig could hear Greg telling him that it was ok. His cock now flowing with piss, using pig as his urinal. Pissing a long golden stream into pigs mouth filling the cavity and watching as pig swallowed the bitter urine. He left pig laying on the mattress, its face wet with his piss.
Steve didn't even wait for Pete to get back to his seat. He was up and over to pig in a flash. "Hello faggot.. My turn." Pig was flipped back onto its stomach. Steve jamming his fingers into it cunt. Each time pulling all the way out and then ramming them back in. Changing the amount of fingers each time, never giving pig the ability to get used to the girth. "Look it guys. A fag pop" as he rammed four finger into pigs cunt. He adjusted pig further up the mattress and began jamming his toes into pigs cunt. Pig could feel the pressure and his toes wiggling their way in. The pain shooting through pigs ass as he got the front portion of his foot further in. Now his other foot trying to get in beside the first one. Stretching at pigs ass lips. "please stop please stop" pig cried out as it felt its cunt being ripped open. "Okay pig but now you pay..." Pig was flipped onto its back and dragged to the middle of the mattress. Steve squatting over pigs head, his asshole smooth but surround by a ring a curly brown hair. His thigh muscles straining as he came down closer. The hair of his asshole brushing against pigs face, his pucker pulsating. The begginings of a light breeze then rapidly increaing over pigs face. The smell of his rancid ass strong and brutal as the fart washed over pig. Steve laughing then rubbing his hole on pigs mouth. "Eat it bitch... Eat it.." Pig stuck its tonue out and lapped as his hole. It tasted horrible the anal gasses still lingering in the air now entering into pigs mouth. It could feel his pucker open again on its tongue and another wave of gas pass into its mouth. This was horrible for pig. Degrading and humiliating making pig sick as the gasses made their attack on its nose. "Yeah take it in faggot. Lick deep, get your tongue in" Steve said as he was baring down on pigs open mouth. Pigs tongue darting into his hole and tasting the inside of his rancid asshole. The tip of its tongue now coated in the foulness of his ass. Pig gagged and coughed. "okay toilet paper thats enough thats enough don't want you puking on my ass" Steve lifted a bit then rubbed his asshole over pigs face. His stink linger on like a cheap cologne as he made his way back to the group of men. He turned and yelled at pig "Stop your gagging faggot or I will come back there and really give you something to gag on"
Mike stood up and looked over at pig. Remembering what Steve had said about him earlier, pig was the most nervous about him. He got close to pig and undid the rope on its ankles, releasing pigs legs and letting them fall flat on the mattress. Pig enjoying the release of tension on its muscles. Pig flipped onto its stomach and its wrists released as well. "Yeah faggot, feels better now." Pig sat upright on the mattress and watched as Mike dug through his duffle bag. He produced a long silver metal clamp with handles, a slender silver rod and a black bag. Pigs legs began to shake as he came closer with his instruments unsure of what he was carriyng. "Faggots need to be marked and look like the pretty cunts they are. on your hands and knees faggot" Pig pointed its ass towards Mike and felt the thickness of its plug entering into its hole, filling it up and stretching it out. "Sit faggot and face the group. They all want a good view of this" Pig sat, the pressure of the plug now bearing into its hole. "Now I will mark you as the faggot you are." The silver clamp placed on pigs right nipple, clamping down and pulling at the skin. He rubbed a liquid swab over the skin, its coolness sending goose bumps down pigs spine. The need was position through a round opening in the clamp and with a sudden movement made its way through pigs tit to the opening waiting on the other side. A shock of pain shot through pigs body, tears ran down its eyes. Its head tipped back in agony as Mike fiddled roughly with the needle. The pressure released on its tit, the pain throbbing through pigs body feeling its heartbeat pulsate in its nipple. Pig looked down to see a silver ring where the needle had been. Mike then repeated the procedure of pigs left tit. Sending the same waves of pain through its body. Leaving pig with its tits pierced and swollen by the metal rings now locked in place. "yeah now eveyone that sees you will see how you like your tits abused faggot." Mike stood in front of pig and let loose with a warm stream of piss into its mouth. Washing the rancid taste of Steves asshole away and leaving the bitterness of his urine behind.
"Okay guys its getting late and I have things to do in the morning. We finish up and call it a night." Greg announcing to the group. The last event of the night was pig laying on the mattress with its swollen tits and bound up balls fucking itself with the dildo as they watched on. One by one they pumped on their swollen cocks and came on pigs body. Shooting their wam cum on its stomack chest and face. Laughing and telling Greg they had a good time tonight with the faggot. and couldn't wait to the next time. Steve asking Greg if he could take pig home for the night, getting a bit pissed when Greg told him another time.
With the last of them gone for the evening, Greg returned to the basement.
"Good job tonight faggot. You like?"
"yes SIR thank you SIR"
"My boys can get a bit rough but they like to have fun"
"yes SIR"
"Lets go upstairs, get you cleaned up and go to bed. I want you fresh for the morning."
SIR sat and watched as pig showered and washed away the grime from its body. He instructed pig on how to care for its new piercings with the liquid that Mike had left behind. That night both men lay naked in SIRs bed. SIRs chest and stomach pressed up against pigs back. With his warm breath on pigs neck and his muscular arm drapped over pigs body, it felt safe and drifted off to sleep.
Next chapter: The weekend spent with SIR continued You can send any comments to smoothslave@att.net