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Pig Farm – Chapter Four
Everyone was on their best behavior after the experience in the dining hall. There was a sense of doubly making sure to follow the rules. Technically, no one had explained the rules to Kurt other than Joe. Kurt wondered how Joe knew. Kurt had never spoken to anyone on the staff of the Pig Farm since his picture and video processing session.
Slave 20 was seen doing his normal workaday as a fat track slave sans shower. He came to meals with his friends. He was hooked up to the fucking and breast machines daily while the beefy muscle slaves were at gym class. Kurt noticed that slave 20 during its downtime was attempting to suck as many cocks off as possible. All guys obliged probably out of feeling sad for it. Joe had also said there was an unwritten rule (Kurt felt all the rules were unwritten) that one never turned down anothers sexual request while at the Pig Farm. Joe did not explain why.
Slave 20 eventually was allowed to shower, then the following morning he had disappeared. All slaves left the Pig Farm while the rest were sleeping so this was not unusual or a surprise. Kurt, Joe and the rest of the slaves never knew what happened to slave 20 or any slave, castrated or not.
Slave 20 was taken to the picture and video room for the final exit from the Farm. It walked in, accompanied by two goons, to see pictures of its former beautiful, handsome self projected onto the white walls of the processing room. The photos were from when it had arrived and the video of his masturbation session back when it had testicles was also playing on the walls.
Slave 20 was a magnificently becoming man in its former life. It was 6'0", 185 lbs. of cut, trim muscle with a 28" waist, dark hair and six-pack abs worthy of the cover of Men's Fitness. To see the change was more than slave 20 could bare and it sobbed uncontrollably.
The photographer injected hardon medication into the useless cock of the eunuch. The cock got hard and slave 20 was told to masturbate to pictures of itself. Slave 20 continued to cry during the entire engagement. Naturally, it could not reach orgasm in the conventional sense of ejaculation; however, it did manage to still feel the intensity of making love to itself. The two goons and the photographer pulled out their respective cocks and worked off a load looking at this piece of slave meat as the slave's belly and floppy breasts giggled up and down. When slave 20 departed the Pig Farm it was still 6'0" tall, still attractive, but the 28" waist was now 44". The 185 lbs. of cut, trim muscle was 300 pounds of blubber. The dark hair was gone due to being forced into the "dip" pool. It could not see its cock from the layers of fat hanging between its eyes and its dick.
Once the orgasm was complete, slave 20's wristband was removed and the goons took it to a waiting van for transporting. Slave 20 was taken to a wealthy gay man's home. Slave 20 became a naked servant and sex slave. It was part of a small harem of former men that all looked pretty much like itself. The owner was handsome, wealthy and married to an equally handsome man. The scuttlebutt was that the two men were business partners and their marriage was simply a show for the outside world. The slave owner was into fat guys, some that were eunuchs and some that could still have sex. Either way, the owner liked to have sex with the slaves. He enjoyed the control. He wanted them to be completely focused and dependent upon him. The owner's husband was not into fat guys and had a series of barely-legal twink slaves for his own possession.
Slave 20 was in the harem for over two years until the owner discovered that it had fallen in love with another slave. Both of the slaves were severely punished and sold off shortly thereafter.
Back at the Pig Farm, the routine became just that; a routine. Get up, pee and shit, eat massive quantities, rest, workout, supplements, rest, eat massive lunch, rest, eat massive dinner and dessert, go to sleep and repeat.
Kurt's body was changing and fast. His chest, arms and legs were sizing up. His belly was getting huge – at least from Kurt's perspective. Some of the guys finally started to talk with Kurt once he gained some weight. Kurt guessed they really didn't want anything to do with someone who reminded them of who they once were. All except Joe, who was his constant, his rock, his love.
Kurt and Joe had sex at least once a day. The bigger they both got, the more attractive they became to each other. Kurt loved bouncing their bellies together as he fucked Joe. Joe was a total bottom. He never wanted or expressed any interest in reversing roles. Kurt was fine with that. Within a month, Kurt had gained 25 pounds. This was awesome, Kurt thought. He looked fucking hot. Kurt thought he looked hot before, but never like this. This was all new territory for his sexual appetite – a direction that never would have crossed Kurt's mind. Kurt was such a snob towards anyone even slightly overweight. Kurt was beginning to realize what a fuck he had been. He started to regret being such an ass to all those bottoms that fell in love with him and he dumped them like yesterday's news. Kurt knew this situation was horrible with the threat of castration or worse; however, Kurt was becoming a better man nonetheless. Kurt was more accepting. Kurt was loving. Kurt was in love. Kurt was beginning to care about the welfare of others and his narcissism was going away fast.
One day during lunch, everyone got instant hard-ons. Kurt and Joe noticed they were hornier than ever. The staff must have put stuff in the food again, probably Viagra mixed with ecstasy. Within minutes of the end of the meal, guys were all over each other. They were doing it right in the dining hall, not even making it back to the living area or the dorm.
Joe said, "Baby, it is orgy day. We must participate. We must have sex with whoever wants us. There is no such thing as `no'. I love you, Kurt, more than life itself and if we had a choice, I would never have sex with anyone other than you for the rest of my life; however, there is no option here. The entire event is being filmed and will be sold worldwide. The staff will notice if there is any hesitation between anyone. Anyone wavering will be punished. Let's just get into it right now and don't look back. We can talk later."
With that, Joe got up and started fondling the first guy he saw. Kurt did the same. They went their separate ways. Both of them probably thought it best because everyone including the staff knew they were in love.
Kurt immediately grabbed one of the fat plan guys and pushed him to the floor. He took a stick of butter and pushed it up the gaping hole. He then grabbed another stick off the table and lubed his hand and fist. Within two minutes, Kurt's mid-forearm was deep in this man. He played with him for some time. He jacked the guy's cock furiously until he shot a huge load over his big belly. The man then crawled away from Kurt sucking cock after cock. Kurt kept an eye on him observing the pig swallowed at least twenty loads that afternoon.
Kurt walked into the living area. This beefy guy on the fit/fat plan took his arm throwing Kurt down on the carpet. The hunk said, "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment you came here. You have completely ignored me paying attention to your hot boyfriend, but not now fucker. You're mine. You're going to take my big thick cock up your hole and you are going to enjoy it."
The man's cock was big. Kurt had not been fucked in a while so this was not going to be easy. He slathered some lube all over the monster, then stuck more lube up Kurt's cunt for which Kurt was extremely grateful. Kurt felt the end of his dick pass the ring and then the stud rammed his dong all the way up Kurt's bowels.
Being on "E" and Viagra, the man fucked Kurt for over a half hour. There was not stopping him. Kurt held on doing the best he could. The beast was sweating profusely all over Kurt and smelled to high heavens. Luckily, the drugs kept this from being offensive. Kurt was a neat freak. He was not into body odor. Yet, many things were changing for Kurt. He was attracted to his boyfriend's new, large body. He had just fisted a fat guy not thinking a thing of it. Now, he was on the receiving end of a monster, butch stud. The type of bearish man he used to despise.
Finally, the man shot his load up Kurt's butt. Kurt had to admit it felt real good. Kurt hoped that Joe didn't see how much he enjoyed himself with this stud of a man.
The big brute pulled his cock out, then pissed all over Kurt. Kurt rubbed the warm body liquid all over his belly, face and chest. What had gotten into him? So much for being a neat freak.
The piece of beef spat a kiss at Kurt saying, "We are going to do it again, boyfriend or no."
All Kurt could say was, "Yes, Sir."
This "event" went on until dinner even though everyone shot and their dicks were now soft. The "E" kept the party going. The dinner bell rang and quickly assembled in the dining hall. Everyone took extra food including Kurt, which he swore he would never do. Joe and Kurt reconvened in their spot. Joe spoke first.
"How was it, Kurt?"
"Joe, I have to admit I had a nice time. But, I missed you so and feel so guilty."
Joe said, "Let go of those feelings the best you can. We are not in normal society. We are slaves. Specifically, we are sex slaves so we have to let go of guilt and shame. It will only work to destroy us. I love you, Kurt. Because I love you, I want you to be safe and part of being safe here is to do what we just did regardless of our feelings."
"I love you so much Joe. You are the best. Thank you."
They ate ravenously. Gone were the days when Kurt had to force himself to eat. His stomach had expanded to that point and he worked out hard so it expected lots of food often.
An announcement came over the loudspeaker after dinner instructing us we had to clean the place before bed. That was pretty obvious because everything was in total disarray. It took hours to get the place back together. Then everyone wanted to shower before bed as well so the line was long.
Kurt asked Joe if he wanted to sleep together. He declined. Kurt felt it was Joe's way of coping with his own feelings of the day. Joe was in love with Kurt and regardless of the brave front, he couldn't completely let go that they had had lots of sex with a lot of different men.
By morning, though, Kurt awoke to Joe in his arms.
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