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 9
Pig felt the rush of cool air wash over its' body as the sheets were pulled from the bed. It was rubbing at tired eyes trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning light and to orientate itself as to where it had just woken up. It lay naked on the left side of the bed as the last inches of the sheet was pulled away. Two hands grabbing its' ankles and sliding it down the bed until pigs legs hung off the bed and feet were planted on the floor.
"Morning cock sucker"
Pig looked up at SIR Greg, his hair all crumpled and sticking up on top of his head, his eyes red and bloodshot. He stood there nude at the foot of the bed with his arms folded in front of his body and his cock fully erect pointing straight out from between his legs.
"Good Morning SIR"
Greg knelt up on the bed and put his cock into pigs mouth. Pig could feel the heat radiating from his stiff cock as it slide into the opening. When he realized that pigs mouth was dry, he pulled out and spit into its' mouth. This made for a slick ride in pigs mouth as his pubic hair scratched at the pigs nose. The musky smell of his unwashed body marking pigs face with the scent. His cock banging up against the back of pigs throat, then a slight pull out and his thick white cum spreading over pigs tongue. Allowing it to appreciate the full taste as it washed over and down the pigs throat.
"Fuck yeah.. Follow me faggot.."
Pig followed SIR out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Getting nervous as he entered into the bathroom. Pig slowing down with each step. SIR took a seat on the toilet and had pig kneel in between his hairy legs. There pig sat with his cock in its' mouth and drank his strong morning piss. Bitter and intense like a batch of strong black coffee. Burning as it made its way down pigs throat and into its' stomach. He just sat there like nothing was happening, reading a magazine he picked up from the counter. When pig finished drinking from his cock, it began to pull away to sit upright. But SIR held onto pigs head and kept it in place between his thighs and on his soft cock.
"You had some trouble last night with Steve. We are going to work on that problem starting today."
A few dribbles of piss escaped from his cock into pigs mouth as he pushed out his morning dump. Pig could hear the sound of his shit as it parted his asshole with a slight sound of moisture. The light splashes as it came into contact with the water. The smell as it crept up between his legs and invaded pigs nose. A small short blast of piss as he pushed out the final waste from his asshole, the magazine placed back onto the counter and pigs head pushed slightly to get it to sit upright.
He rose from the seat and had pig look into the bowl. Dark thick brown curls of shit swimming in the murky water. Pig holding back tears as it thought about what SIR was going to make it do this morning. Pig was shocked, confused, and thrilled as he pushed on the lever and the toilet was emptied. All of the his waste slightly rising up with the increase of water then swirling away and out of sight.
"See that faggot. You were able to take in the smell and not gag. Felt good to have a fag drinking from my cock as I took my morning shit. You are learning that you will do as told."
Pig looked up at SIR and smiled, unsure what to say really. Just happy that the waste from his ass was gone to the sewer.
"You know fag there still is the matter of my asshole being wiped clean. I though to myself this morning, if the fag gags then he can start slowly and use some toilet paper to wipe my ass. But fuck you didn't even gag today. So no toilet paper. We move you along quicker since you like the smell."
Pig couldn't believe what it was hearing. It was tricked and played by him. Pig didn't gag because of fear of making him angry this morning. It held back and tried to be strong to please him, to make him happy. Now it was going to be punished for trying to please him.
A tear ran down pigs face as it knelt on the bathroom floor and waited as SIR positioned himself and spread his ass cheeks. The dark hair in his crack swirling freely down the seem but matted and stuck in brown right on his pucker. A small ring of brown crud showing how the waste slid out of his hole and spread his opening in the process. Pig just sat there and looked on, disgusted by this whole scene, not wanting to do this.
"Lick it faggot. Clean my ass with your fucking mouth."
"please SIR. I can't do this SIR"
"You fucking piece of shit you will do this. NOW !!"
"please SIR. I can't SIR.. Please SIR anything else SIR"
Tears now running down pigs face. Humiliated and just
wanting to go home.
SIR turned and back handed pig across the face, making its' teeth chatter with the blow.
"You fucking asshole. One last time.. Lick my asshole clean"
"no SIR.. can't.. really sorry SIR"
SIR defeated by pig, pushed its' face knocking it to the floor. He turned and wiped his ass clean with the toilet paper and told pig that he should make it eat the paper for being disobedient. Pig lay there crying and afraid of him, afraid of what his actions would be.
He lifted the toilet seat and looked at pig with glaring eyes.
"Sit and take a shit you fucking worthless piece of fucking crap"
Pig crawled past SIR, afraid of being beaten as it got close. It sat on the bare rim of the toilet and looked down at the floor. Pig was now humiliated of having SIR watch as it took a dump in the toilet. Nothing like this ever happened to pig before. This was always thought of as a private moment and to have him looking on was horrible for pig. It tried its best to block out the fact that he was hovering, waiting for the act. Splashes and a light mist of water hitting its cheeks as it emptied its' bowels. Pigs cock pressing under the rim of the toilet letting go with a stream of piss. Finished it looked up at SIR, afraid to move or say anything at this point.
He squatted in front of pig and told it to sit back further on the rim. He looked into the toilet, then up at pig and smiled. He spread pigs legs further apart and it could feel his hand brush past its' ball. Two fingers rubbing on pigs hole, poking into the opening then back out between its' legs. Holding his brown coated fingers in front of pigs face.
"You will learn to do what I say faggot."
His fingers entering into pigs mouth, spreading the waste from its' own ass onto pigs tongue. Pig gagging and tears streaming down. Humiliated, defeated, degraded... It sat there and sucked on SIRs fingers until they were clean.
"From now on faggot, when you are here you never use toilet paper when you dump. You do your business with my permission and clean your hole this way. You think your are too good to lick my asshole then you lick from your own faggot."
Pigs toilet training had begun.
"Get dressed. We have things to do.."
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Our first stop was at the mall. He sat out on the bench in the hallway as pig took the undeveloped film into the 1 hour photo shop. Pig was told by SIR to wait for the film as it was being processed. The young man behind the counter feeding the film into a tray and then watching at it disappeared into the machine. Pig standing by the counter as the man went about his business. Minutes later a door behind the counter opening slightly.
"Ray come here you have to see this shit.." another guys voice from inside. The man that waited on pig slipping inside the back room. Pig could hear them laughing and carrying on behind the door. The young man reappearing and making his way back out to the store front, another guy poking his head out looking straight at pig. "Here is your pictures" the man holding back a smile. Pig paid for the pictures and left the store humiliated. Pigs face hot on fire as it walked back to SIR.
"I should go in there and tell them that you can suck their cocks. You want that faggot"
"no SIR... please SIR"
"Sit..."
Pig sat next to SIR as he flipped through the pictures. Looking at the snapshots he took the night before of pig tied, beaten and used. Pig sat there uncomfortably as shoppers walked by. Hoping that they didn't glance down. Feeling the stare of the guys in the photo shop. Pig wanted to die.
"Two more stops faggot."
We left the mall and headed to the home center down the street. SIR gave pig its instructions and followed it as it entered the store. SIR was never far away as pig did as ordered. It went and picked up a white toilet seat and tucked it under its arm. Down the long hallways, past the paint and rugs, past the kitchen hardware, to the lumber section of the store. It picked up two 2 x 4 's and a small square cut of plywood. Back to the nails and selected a small box. SIR lingering down the hallway watching it as it made the selections. Pig swallowed hard as it started to complete its last order. It made its way to the worker dressed in the green bib and asked what type of hinges would be needed to attach the toilet seat to the square of wood. The worker scrunching up his face and asking pig to repeat the question, obviously never being asked that question before. Pig repeated and he asked why would you want to attach a toilet seat to a piece of wood. Pigs heart sank as it had to tell the worker that it was making a rim seat and needed to know what type of hardware was needed so that it didn't break the white plastic. Without saying a word he led pig to the hardware and then smiled as pig started to walk away.
"Well hello Greg. Long time no see. I see you are up to your tricks again. Was wondering what the hell he was up to."
"Hey Larry.. Yeah just breaking in this boy. You should
stop over some time. He is better than the last one."
"Yeah I just might do that.. Just might do that.."
Pig paid for the items and we left the store.
"You lucked out with him faggot. We go back far."
"yes SIR"
"He will call for sure. He'll want to see that rim chair you are going to build." he laughed as we drove off...
The last stop was at the pet store a few blocks away. Pig had to purchase a collar and leash. Trying hard not to let the workers see as it fitted the collar around its neck, making sure of the fit. The only stop that was uneventful, except for the fact that while pig was paying for the items it was sure that they knew what it was for. Most likely being paranoid at that point but humiliated none the less.
After we arrived back at SIRs home, pig was stripped of its clothing and led to the basement. SIR leaving it in the cool basement with tools and instructions. Pig standing in the saw dust as it cut a hole in the square and began to assemble the rim seat. Working hard to do it right. Working hard to please SIR. Frightened of what it was turning into, scared of what it may have already become.
Next chapter: Weekend spent with SIR continued You can send any comments to smoothslave@att.net