You walk into the dimly lit motel room. The door had been wedged open, so you have no trouble entering without a key. You called in sick to work today, though you are still dressed in your work clothes. All you carry is your car keys and a small plastic bag of supplies you picked up on your way. The rest should already be in the room. It is barely 9 am, but your eyes need time to adjust to the darkness. The blinds have been pulled shut. You close the door behind you and lock it; you don?t want to be disturbed. You slowly scan the room. You see a bathroom, small desk, mini fridge in the corner...but when your eyes find the grungy queen sized bed, you find what you?re looking for. There, positioned in the middle of the bed, is your slave, face down, ass up, completely naked. It?s small frame is hard to make out with the lack of light, but you see that it?s legs are spread, and between it?s legs is a 3 lb tub of Crisco, just as you had ordered.
First things first. You reach into your plastic bag and pull out a hood. Even though you know what your slave?s face looks like, you don?t want to look at it. As you approach the head of the bed in the dark, you see the other supplies you ordered this pig of yours to pick up on the nightstand: rope, a roll of duct tape, a large black sharpie, a dog bowl and a 10 pound bag of dry dog food. It will do for now but you know you?ll need more later. You grab your slave by the hair and roughly pull its head up off the bed. You force the hood down over its head and ram two fingers into its mouth to make sure the mouth hole of the hood lines up with the mouth hole of your pig. You?ll be using that later.
Next, you reach into your bag and pull out a thick, brown leather dog collar. You own this slave. The name tag jingles as your hook it around your slave?s neck. The engraving says ?faggot?.
The last thing you pull from the bag is a bottle of poppers. You shake it and unscrew the top. You hold it up to your nostrils, first the left, then the right. You instantly feel the warm, lightheadedness come over you and your cock jumps in your pants. You slap the back of your slave?s head and pull it upward. Holding its left nostril shut, you hold the poppers bottle under the pig?s nose while it takes long, deep, inhales. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 20 seconds?the only air this pig is breathing is coming through the poppers bottle, and you want your slave to be fucked up. You switch nostrils and again hold it for 10, 20, 30 seconds.
You pull the poppers away and push your slave?s head back down on the bed. You set the poppers on the table and pick up the duct tape. Pulling it?s arms up and behind it?s back, you wrap the tape around it?s hands multiple times, to make sure it can?t break free.
You drank a lot of coffee on your way to the motel this morning and are finally feeling your bladder getting full. You unzip your fly and pull your soft cock out as you turn your faggot?s head toward your cock.
?Open,? you say. It obediently opens its mouth.
A dark yellow stream of piss bursts from your cock and splashes on your slave?s hooded face. It drips down and soaks into the bed?s comforter. You don?t care; you won?t be sleeping there. You quickly grab the back of your slave?s head and guide it over to your cock, sliding your still pissing cock into its open mouth.
?Drink it.?
Your slave gulps down mouthfuls of your strong morning piss as your cock slowly hardens in your mouth.
?Fucking toilet. All you?re good for,? you hiss as it swallows the last of your urine.
You step back from the bed and crack the blinds to allow more light into the room. You look at what you have on the bed. A small faggot slave, collared and bound with duct tape. A toilet. A cunt hole just begging to be ripped open. A worthless cum dump. You have owned this pig for the last 5 years; trained it to become an obedient cock craving faggot, a worthless hole that worships you. Over the last 5 years you have used your faggot, raped it, beat it, degraded it and made it do whatever you wanted. This time is going to be different. You are going to push boundaries and not stop.
Your faggot pig doesn?t know it yet, but it is in for a weekend of intense pain and pleasure.
You walk up to the bed as you step out of your work pants. Your cock is growing hard in your boxers.
?Ready faggot?? you say as you pull your cock from your boxers and spit down on it.
You position yourself behind its tight little hole. You reach underneath it and tug on its little faggot balls until it is moaning. You follow the balls along and wrap your hand around its rock hard shaft.
?You really are a faggot, getting excited to have a cock in your cunt,? you scoff.
Your slave spreads its legs wider, exposing its puckering pink hole. Continuing your teasing, you reach across your pig for the big sharpie sitting on the nightstand. In big capitalized letters, you write CUNT across the small of its back. You then reach forward and shove the tip of the sharpie into its nose. It struggles, but you hold it in place while you force it to inhale the fumes.
The longer you hold the marker over its nose, the more passive the pig gets. It slumps down on the bed, only keeping its asshole high in the air for its owner.
You have had enough, it is now time to penetrate this cum dump and fill it with your seed.