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Ultimate Boar

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This is a side story about the founder of Anthrodogs, Lester P. Mapes Sr., who is now the CEO of Ultimate Warriors.

The huge Anthroboar had me on my back, my knees up over his shoulders as his huge cock corkscrewed in and out of my asshole. That's right I said corkscrewed. If you've never seen a boar's cock in action it is corkscrew shaped and corkscrews in and out of his sow. Well my creation had this feature in spades. It was about as thick as an average human cock, but much longer. If you straightened out the corkscrew it was actually about 18 inches long, but it's length only reached about ten to twelve inches into you because of all the curves. And as it corkscrewed into you it did unimaginable things to your prostate. I'd already cum twice and had not lost my erection either time.

I still can't believe how I ended up an eager bottom boy for this beast. You see I'm Lester P. Mapes Sr. The creator of Anthrodogs and now the CEO of Ultimate Warriors. I can't go into that in depth since it's classified. Let's just say the government pays me royally to create a wide variety of Anthro Warriors that combine the best attributes of humans and a combination of animals to produce warriors that have qualities that human's can't begin to equal.

The boar that is currently rearranging my colon is one of these. One of my very first experiments into non canine species. Napoleon, named after the main boar in the George Orwell novel "Animal Farm", is over eight feet tall and weighs over seven hundred pounds. He is a wild boar from Russian stock, the largest variety I could find. He has huge tusks that could gut a man with one slash of his massive head. Even the bravest man would shit himself if he was ever confronted by this beast.

Of course their sense of smell is much stronger than a human's and even far more powerful than even a bloodhound. All of it's senses are at least as good as a humans since the ones that humans are better at we took from the human part of the genome. The big problem with most of the exotic anthro's is that they are not nearly as loyal as an anthrodog. A dog will work to please you for the purpose of pleasing you. A pig on the other hand can learn faster than a dog but will pretty much only work for treats. And the anthro boars are pretty much the same. They only remain loyal through fear and reward. And that's why I started to try to bond with Napoleon at a very young age.

Boars also have many other peculiarities. They have massive balls. Napoleon's nuts are each the size of a cantaloupe, but instead of hanging low like a bull or a goat they are held snug right under it's asshole. When they release their semen it forms a gel plug to keep the semen in the sows reproductive tract, or in a human males intestines. What we didn't realize before was how many psychotropic chemicals were in boar semen. In addition to impregnating the sow these chemicals bonded the sow to the boar. The more dominant the boar the more powerful the bonding ability of these chemicals is. What I didn't realize was that due to the fact that the rectum is much more vascularized than a vagina that the effect was much more pronounced when introduced anally. Added to the fact that a typical human weighed less than two hundred pounds rather than the five hundred pounds of the typical sow and the effect on a human male was devastating. And addicting...

One other peculiarity of boars was they had certain empathic qualities. It wasn't exactly mind reading, but they intuitively knew exactly what you wanted. That didn't mean that they would try to please you by using this gift. They would only use it when it benefited them. In later models after I realized this all of the Warriors were built on an Anthrodog base that made them eager to please their master. We just added the genetic characteristics of the other animals in, but the fundamental eagerness to please that is hardwired into canines is now hardwired into all of the Warriors. But this realization was too late to save me from my fate.

I knew that I would need to start to dominate this new creation from our earliest interactions. From about a month of age I taught him to suck my cock. As a reward for sucking the cream from my cock I would bottle feed him. He soon learned the fastest ways to drain my balls even before he learned to talk.

Pigs are smart to begin with but I used my DNA as the Anthro portion when I created him. I have a tested IQ of 175 on the Stanford Binet scale which puts me well into the range of super genius. This made him much brighter than the average Anthro. It also made him much brighter than the average human. I haven't tested him but he may actually be smarter than I am, which is a scary thought. It also in a way made me think of him somewhat as a son.

In no time at all he was starting to go through puberty. He reached sexual maturity at around six months of age. It was one of the ways I rewarded him. I would make him lay on his back so he was in a submissive position. I had been trying to do everything I could to keep him in a submissive mindset. I would lube up my hand and jerk him off. He would thrust into my hand and his cock would corkscrew through my fingers. With my other hand I would caress his huge balls. At this point they were only the size of a large orange. It didn't take long for him to start cumming, but it took at least 15 minutes to complete his ejaculation. At this age he was already cumming a cup of semen, just like an average pubescent feral boar. When he fully matured at about a year this volume doubled to a pint.

He would cum all over his belly and as he was cumming I would rub it all over his skin. Little did I realize that some of the psychotropic chemicals were soaking through my skin and starting to bend my will to his.

After the first few times which I used to get him hooked on getting jacked off as a reward I decided it was time to take his virginity. I waited until he started cumming, knowing that I would have fifteen minutes to fuck him while he orgasmed.

"Napoleon, pull your knees to your chest." I told him. I continued to grip his cock as it corkscrewed through my fingers. With my left hand I scooped up some of the cum that was on his belly and used it to lube up his virgin asshole. He was already much larger than I was. He was six feet tall like I was but he was well over four hundred pounds. So it didn't hurt him much when I slid my seven inches into him for the first time. As I slid over his prostate I could feel his cock harden even further in my hand as his orgasm intensified.

I released my grip on his cock and leaned forward until we were belly to belly. Our bellies pressing together against his cock was enough to keep his orgasm going as I thoroughly took his virginity. I had no intention of taking him gently, this was a show of dominance and he tilted up his pelvis to eagerly accept the first fucking of his lifetime. His asshole was milking my cock with each spurt of ejaculate he pulsed onto his belly. After ten minutes of vicious thrusting I grunted and emptied my balls into my creation. As soon as my semen splashed on his receptors he blacked out from the ecstasy.

I collapsed onto his body trapping his still cumming cock between us. Even when he was unconscious for about twenty seconds I could feel him still corkscrewing between us. It continued for a few minutes after he came to until he stopped cumming. We both lay there in exhaustion. Little did I realize that with his semen coming in contact with my bare skin on my belly that some of the psychotropic chemicals were being absorbed. I should have realized it when I started wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that big cock that was corkscrewing between our bellies. But I didn't think about it very long. In a few minutes his cock retracted back into his sheath.

He was still young and willing to be dominated. I made the mistaken assumption that he would remain that way. But he came from a long line of very dominant feral boars. He wouldn't remain subservient for long as I was to soon find out.

I was soon fucking him on a regular basis, but one day as I was starting to mount his belly I noticed something about his cock. The inside of the corkscrew was about the right size for my cock to fit into. So this time instead of shoving my cock up his ass like I usually did I slipped it into the corkscrew of his cock. Between the two of us thrusting and his cock spinning around mine as he thrust it was a feeling I'd never imagined. I soon started cumming which brought him along with me.

His orgasm of course took much longer than mine did and when I was done my cock was still inside of the corkscrew of his member. It pulsed every time he shot a spurt of ejaculate which was almost like a hand gripping and releasing my dick. I was hard again in no time. And by the time he was finishing up his orgasm fifteen minutes later I released another load of cum onto his belly.

You may wonder why I am able to cum again and again when I'm a man of almost 50 years of age. Well the science of it is propitiatory, but I'll give you the cliff notes version. I've done a bit of genetic alteration on my body. It's really simple. Genetech has a patented technique for attaching a gene to a messenger RNA which is then injected into the body. Once it gets to the appropriate location it binds it to your DNA. At that point it starts working to produce the proper effect. Of course we are injecting millions upon millions of these genes into the subject when it is already an adult. Let's just say the gene that allows lions to cum over 70 times in a day is present in my body in high concentrations. Not as much as with a lion but enough that it isn't impossible for me to cum a dozen times a day. God is it great to be me.

I continued this process with variation until Napoleon was about a year old. He was about as tall as he was going to get, just a shade over eight feet. He would still fill out a little more but he was already almost seven hundred pounds.

At about this time I was in bed with Sirius. Sirius was the first anthro I'd ever produced. He was a huge Harlequin Great Dane. Towering over me at seven feet two inches tall and three hundred and thirty pounds, he was my prized possession. And that is exactly what I considered him, a possession. He worshiped me unequivocally. The Great Danes and Dobies were the first breeds I created and I used my genes as a basis for them. So I felt like Sirius was almost like a son. Sometimes he seemed more like me than the son of my loins did. And I did love him, but nowhere near as much as he loved me. If there was anyone in the world that I trusted completely it was him. Plus since my wife died he had been the one that shared my bed.

We were laying side by side on the top of the covers, relaxing after a long hard day. But the day wasn't the only thing that was long and hard. My faithful sexy companion laying next to me had inspired the seven inch spire sticking straight up into the air. Sirius started drooling and licking his lips as he stared at it.

"Please Master can I suck your cock?"

"I don't know, it doesn't sound like your really mean it..." I teased.

"PLEASE MASTER!" He said emphatically. Then he whimpered pathetically.

"So you really want it?" I said as the first burble of precum eased out of my piss slit which was just peeking out of my foreskin.

"Yes Master. PLEEEASE!" He begged the drool dripping onto his massive chest.

"How can I deny you what you want so badly? Go ahead." I said.

He crawled between my legs and knelt in the best position to suck my cock. He was the best cock sucker I'd ever run across. He had a technique that I will explain in detail in a moment. But first he started by licking my balls. He had a thick broad tongue that was just exquisite when it licked your balls. He licked them with almost reverent fervor.

But that wasn't the best thing that huge tongue was good for. Between 65% to 81% of humans can roll their tongues, but dogs can't. I am one of the majority of humans that can roll their tongues and Sirius inherited the trait from me. It's not very useful in a human, just a trait that is kind of fun. When a human rolls his tongue you can barely fit your little finger into the opening. But when a canine with a muzzle and tongue the size of Sirius's rolls his tongue a larger than average cock like mine can be completely enveloped by it.

It's like but unlike fucking his asshole. That is much smoother, softer and more velvety. When he bobs up and down on your cock with his rolled tongue it's a bit rougher, but still slick and when he rolls his head from side to side while sliding it up and down your shaft it can drive you completely psychotic. This time was no different. I just closed my eyes, laid back and let him give my manhood a good going over. After five minutes of vigorous head bobbing I was ready to cum. I opened my eyes and looked down on my faithful pet subserviently sucking my cock. His ardor for this endeavor was palpable, nothing was more pressing to him than pleasuring me. It was an incredible visual high and it was the last piece of the puzzle for me to get my nut.

I reached down and grabbed him by the ears, pulling his muzzle down until his lips were snug up against my pubes. My cock was still wrapped in his rolled tongue as my load shot straight through the hollow of his tongue and down his throat.

I grunted, "Aaarrghhh! Swallow it all you fucking subby little bitch." It always made me feel so much more of a man to have this big alpha stud as my little bitch boy. Surprisingly he didn't resent it at all. Sometimes it was enough to make him cum without touching himself. But that wasn't the case this time.

He seemed to know instinctively at the point of when my cock got too sensitive after my orgasm and released it. But not before making sure he didn't miss a drop of my spend. Then he lay back down next to me. I pulled his huge muzzle to my mouth and gave him a French kiss. Most guys don't like to kiss their partner after getting a blow job, but tasting my seed in his muzzle just reinforced the fact that I'd just reclaimed his muzzle as mine.

He was laying on my right side. That was by design. He was hoping that I would reach down and relieve the blue balls that were developing. But he would never be impertinent enough to ask me for it. I was the Master, if I decided I wanted to reward him by giving him a hand job, that was up to me.

And what a set of balls they were. Big pink low hangers the size of lemons. Sticking up at a forty five degree angle from his body was a sheath encased foot long boner. There was only a slight enlargement where his knot would be.

I reached down with my right hand and wrapped it around his sheathed cock. "You were a really good boy. Do you want to cum?" I asked.

"Yes Master! PLEASE!" He begged.

I ran my hand up and down his cock sliding the sheath over his erection. He whimpered and moaned every time my fist went over his expanding knot. I finally slid his sheath completely behind his knot and pulled my fist up behind his knot. He wrapped his arms around my right arm and started humping my hand as his cum erupted from the end of his cock. I could feel as each spurt passed under my palm as it jetted through his urethra.

After a few moments he released my arm and looked at me sheepishly. When he caught his breath enough to talk he apologized. "I'm sorry Master. I lost control."

I still had a grip on the base of his knot with my right hand so I brought my left hand up and caressed his muzzle. "I understand. We'll let it pass this time."

There were only two ways he was allowed to cum, other than when he came spontaneously when he was sucking me off. One was by me giving him a hand job and the other was when I fucked his tight little asshole and blew a load all over his receptors. I knew that there were people out there that gave their AnthroDogs blow jobs or even worse let them fuck them. At the time I felt that was an abomination.

I held onto his knot because I knew it felt really good to him. At this point he was just squirting prostatic fluid, not the intense feeling that they had when they were ejaculating the sperm rich fraction of their orgasm. Because of this he was able to carry on a conversation at this point.

"Master..."

"Yes."

"I think you need to be careful with Napoleon. I don't think he's trustworthy." He said with a bit of concern in his voice.

"That's why I need to dominate him so he'll learn that obedience isn't optional." I replied.

"But he's not wired like us dogs. I think he's hiding things. He's smarter than he lets on."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's the way he looks at you when you're not looking at him. It's a look like 'I'm just biding my time until I can get you.'" He said.

"That's reaching into the realm of 'conspiracy theory'."

"Please Master be careful with him..."

"Are you jealous of me spending so much time with him." I replied.

"No Master."

"You can't fool me. I've known you since you were born. You AnthroDogs have the world's worst poker faces."

He grinned back at me sheepishly. "Maybe just a little Master..."

With that I got to my knees and positioned myself between his legs. He eagerly lifted his legs and put them over my shoulders. He knew the routine. Not only did he give himself willingly, it was something he wanted with every fiber of his being. I wasn't hard yet so I leaned forward until I was pressed against his chest. My balls were resting against his huge set and our flaccid members were touching. I started thrusting against him and in no time our organs went from flaccid to rock hard. He was soon thrusting up against me.

I was leaking precum but he was shooting huge slick jets of it onto his belly. I made sure I thrust my cock through the puddle several times getting my cock soaked with his ultra slick natural lube. With that I pushed back to my knees and painted his pink little pucker with the lube that was on the head of my cock.

His little rosebud opened eagerly, seeking out it's master. I slid in easily. He was perfect, not so tight that it was a struggle to get it in, but tight enough to completely stimulate my cock. He was designed perfectly for receiving me. His prostate was about four inches in so it would get stimulated easily every time my cock cycled in and out and his receptors were about eight inches deep so when my seed shot into him it would land directly on his receptors.

I wondered what he felt when I came on his receptors. I would never have a feeling like he had when they were stimulated by my seed. My seed and only my seed was what would send him into an orgasm so intense that he would black out for about thirty seconds. It was a type of orgasm that no human would ever feel.

I reached down and started to stroke his sheath up and down that huge red rocket. I could feel his sphincter clench around my cock every time my fist slid over his undeveloped knot. Soon my pre was puddling onto his receptors which was helping him rapidly build toward an orgasm. I skinned his sheath back behind his knot once it was the size of two golf balls sticking off of his cock. It was still only partially hard, still somewhat spongy and pliable, but rapidly growing and stiffening.

I grabbed an ankle in each of my hands and lifted them high into the air, exposing him completely to me. I loved watching my cock master this massive virile dog. Out of the blue I wondered what it would be like being fucked by that huge bitch sticker that was now spurting pre heavily as I jammed myself into him.

Then it hit me that I had never thought of that before when I was fucking him. I was only a top. But now I couldn't get it out of my mind as I built toward my orgasm. In fact that thought was what was driving me toward my apex.

With that my balls drew up and spent themselves inside the huge handsome being beneath me. As soon as it did I felt his legs go rigid as a feeling so intense wracked his body with an almost unbearable pleasure. The seed jetting out of the end of his red rocket blasted out in torrents as his balls almost drew up into his body. He even stopped breathing from the intensity of his orgasm. I registered all of this while I continued to empty myself in the body that belonged only to me.

When the effect wore off after thirty seconds he almost collapsed. He went from rigid to limp with exhaustion and post coital bliss. He achieved complete release, every ounce of tension gone from his body. And for about thirty seconds after that he was unconscious.

I thought about the unprecedented thoughts I'd had when I was reaching my climax. At wondering what it would be like to be the one getting fucked by such a virile stud. I'd never had thoughts about getting fucked by Sirius before. The only other time I'd thought that way while I was fucking Napoleon's tight little hole. Never before in my life had I ever even thought of what it would be like to have another male deep in me marking me as his own. And now within a couple of days it had happened twice. What was wrong with me. Fucking an anthro was fine, but no self-respecting Real Man would ever consider getting fucked by one. Just the thought was an abomination.

A couple of days later everything changed. I always fucked Sirius in my bed. He was my partner although my inferior, he was ALWAYS the bottom. But I had a special laboratory room for when I took Napoleon. Technically it was his bedroom. It was soundproof so none of the employees could hear what was going on. I had a custom bed built, even a king size bed was inadequate for an eight feet tall seven hundred pound anthro boar. It also had rubber sheets under the fine Egyptian cotton top sheets. This was because Napoleon would produce a pint of ejaculate that shot everywhere when I fucked him. If that quantity was allowed to be absorbed into the mattress it would ruin it relatively quickly. And replacing it would be an expensive pain in the ass.

I always came to the room in an expensive Armani suit with a lab coat over it like I always made my rounds of the facility. It was a bit of a fetish of mine that I had this massive testosterone oozing stud undress me and prepare me to fuck him into submission. He removed my upper clothing first, lab coat, suit, tie and white dress shirt. Then I put my hands onto his shoulders and pulled him down to his knees in front of me. I could always sense just a little resistance, but this always made it better knowing that it was a little non-consensual, but that he couldn't refuse me. I was undeniably his master. Now he didn't mind getting fucked as much since when I came on his receptors he received a pleasure that was beyond anything he was capable of feeling.

He would get down on my knees to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants and slip them down my legs. He draped them over the clothing bar that he'd put my other clothes over as I stood there in just my briefs. My erection was outlined in the tight fitting fabric.

I always had him suck me right through the cotton at first. There was just something kinky about it. As soon as he'd got my cock sopping wet he would remove the briefs and I would step out of them. He would toss them into the hamper in the corner. I always kept a supply of fresh briefs in the nightstand.

I gazed down at him and what a sight it was. His head was huge with massive tusks sticking out the sides that could easily emasculate me with a sideways slash of his head. But he'd learned to keep his lips over his front teeth from an early age.

You wouldn't want a feral pig sucking your cock, their tongues are much too rough. But with all the genetic tricks at my disposal I'd selected the human trait for tongue surface so he had a nice velvety surface that was well suited to pleasure his master. Which he did, despite what I could tell was an increasing resentment that had been building in the last week. But that just made it sweeter. Sirius stroked my ego by his eagerness while Napoleon stroked my ego by his resistance. Knowing I had the power to make this huge brute do things against his will was quite the power trip.

I would cum in his mouth because I could. And I knew he resented it. And it wouldn't prevent me from cumming half a dozen more times in this session. God it's good to be me I thought.

As I felt the first tingle in my balls I grabbed the back of his head and started to rapidly thrust into his muzzle. "I know you hate it but you're gonna swallow every last drop of my load." I ordered him and jammed my cock into his muzzle until my pubes were pressed tight against his flat snout. Then I shot my load all over his tongue while he swallowed between each shot.

When I finished cumming I held myself inside of his muzzle just a little extra just to reinforce that I was the Alpha here. When I pulled out I wiped my cock across his cheeks to rub it in just a little more.

When I finished I needed a little rest. Even though I was genetically engineered with the recuperative power of a lion, that didn't mean that I had instant recovery. I still needed five or ten minutes to recover enough to five him a good ass fucking. I crawled up on the bed and motioned Napoleon up beside me. He lay beside me.

His resentment had dissipated some. He knew I didn't treat him badly other than trying to bend him to be submissive to my will. He got the best food, access to TV, the internet and video games. If he ever asked for stuff I usually would buy it for him. He couldn't go out in public with me unfortunately because he was part of a top secret project. I'd explained that to him and he seemed to understand the situation.

As I lay next to him I absentmindedly ran my hand up and down his belly ending at the tip of his sheath. It didn't take long for the head of his dick to start emerging from the end of his sheath. At this point only the head was peaking out, like it was checking to see if the coast was clear. It was leaking a small bit of precum.

"Did I give you permission to stick that thing out?" I said playfully.

"No Master, sometimes it has a mind of it's own though." He said grinning at me.

"I guess it's okay this time..." I added. I skinned enough of his sheath back to be able to wrap my hand around it and leave the head exposed. I ran my thumb around the head, spreading the pre all around it while stimulating him to produce more. His cock got even stiffer and more and more pre started to pour out of his slit. What I didn't realize was his pre had as many psychotropic chemicals in it as his semen did. And it was being absorbed through my skin without my knowledge. In fact at the time I didn't even know he had these chemicals.

Pretty soon I wondered what his pre would taste like. I'd never tasted semen or pre before. I mean I was a total top with Sirius and Napoleon. They ate my cum not vice versa. But soon all I could think of was tasting some of this and without really even thinking I brought my pre covered hand to my mouth and licked a bit off. It didn't taste bad at all and I felt compelled to lick the rest off of my hand.

As I looked at Napoleon and he was grinning widely, but in my mind there was something mildly evil in the grin, like a plan of his was coming to fruition.

But I didn't think too long. My cock was getting hard again so I told him to pull his knees up to his chest and present himself to me. Normally he did this eagerly enough, getting him to let me fuck him usually wasn't a problem because when my cum hit his receptors it always caused him an ecstasy that was impossible for one of my creations to achieve any other way.

But to my shock he replied, "NO!"

"What do you mean no? Pull your fucking legs up and submit to your Master." But as the words came out of my mouth I felt strange inside. I didn't realize that the chemicals were working their magic on me.

"I know what you really want, not just what you think you want. You want to be dominated by a big strong Alpha male and I'm tired of submitting to a little omega." He said.

Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and started guiding my head down to his leaking dick head. I resisted but he suggested, "Be a good boy and take your superior into your mouth... You know you want it..." And despite my conscious mind being appalled by it, my subconscious mind or possibly the power of his suggestion caused me to open my mouth for him.

As soon as I took the head of his cock into my mouth a large amount of precum burbled out and coated the inside of my mouth. More and more oozed out into my mouth and I had to start swallowing to keep up with it. And the more I swallowed the more fuzzy my thoughts became.

He still had a fist full of my hair and he used it to pull my head off of his cock. I surprised myself by resisting. There was something in his pre and I wanted more of whatever it was. But finally I let myself be pulled off of him and be pushed back onto my back.

He rolled over and got to his knees straddling me before I realized just what as happening. I was no match for him. He flipped me over onto my stomach and pressed my head down into the pillow while lifting my hips up with his left arm. I felt him soak his right hand in his pre and then bring his middle finger to my virgin asshole.

His middle finger was bigger than my dick and it hurt when he tried to penetrate my asshole. Part of that was probably that I was still resisting when he was inserting it. Eventually my resistance gave way and his finger popped in up to the first knuckle. I saw stars and screamed into the pillow.

"Go ahead and scream, you know the room is soundproof." He said dismissively and then slid his finger in the rest of the way. It hurt even worse but there was also a bit of an electric jolt as his finger slid over my prostate. I knew all about how good it was supposed to feel when your prostate was massaged, but I'd never been able to imagine someone doing it to me. I mean I was a top, nothing was supposed to go into my ass.

He began roughly sawing his finger in and out of my ass. He had no concern for my pleasure he was just making sure I was stretched enough to get his cock into me easily. And that is just what he did. While I still wasn't thinking clearly he pulled out and I felt him guide his cock to my now stretched opening. His dickhead was slick with the large quantity of precum that had been flowing out of it, and he rubbed it up and down my ass slit.

It was almost as if he was teasing me. I didn't even realize I was doing it but I heard myself beg, "Please put it in..."

"That's right beg for it. I'm the master from now on." He said with and evil laugh as he positioned his dickhead at my opening and pushed. Since I'd already been stretched out he slipped in relatively easily since his dickhead was relatively pointy. It threaded it's way in and then corkscrewed it's way into my body into places no one had ever been before. It was as thick as my cock but much, much longer. It corkscrewed into me and rode right over my prostate on it's way in.

"Aarrgghhhh!" I cried out as it only took a thrust half way into me to make me cum.

"That's it you subby little sow. That's what it's like to get fucked by a real stud, not some puny little human." Napoleon said sarcastically as he corkscrewed the final nine inches of his cock into me. He was spurting large quantities of precum into me and with each spurt I succumbed a little more as the psychotropic chemicals crossed into my bloodstream through the vast vascular network that lined the rectum.

"Thaaatttsss it... Juussttt Relaaaax... Submit to your maaasster... You knoooow yoooou waaaant it..." He chanted hypnotically and it was having a serious effect on me. I was figuring out that there was something funny going on with his semen in conjunction with this chanting that was putting me completely relaxed and at ease. I tilted my ass up to give him better access and then pushed back a little as he corkscrewed in and out of me. I'd cum only moments before, but the corkscrew action of his eighteen inch penis had me ready to cum again.

"Who's the master now?" He asked in that same sing song voice, to the same rhythm that his cock was corkscrewing into me.

"You are Sir." I said without resistance.

"NO! When we're alone you will call me Master. Understood?" He demanded.

"Yes Master." I said as he picked up the pace of screwing me. When I said the word Master it touched a chord in me and I came immediately.

I was vaguely aware of Napoleon chuckling. Then I felt him grip my hips tightly as he seated himself in me and started to cum in me in earnest. He snorted loudly as his first spurt pulsed through his body. I could feel the jets of seed rocketing through the base of his cock where it was touching my sphincter and I could feel it as it shot into me. And of course it wasn't the typical teaspoon of ejaculate that a human spews, he would eventually fill me with a full pint of pig cum.

I started to get lightheaded as he continued to fill me. He continued to corkscrew in and out of me as he ejaculated. I knew he would continue filling me with his seed for another fifteen minutes and all this time that corkscrewing motion would continue to stimulate my prostate. In no time at all I was on the edge of orgasm again. It only took a few more strokes by his spinning manhood to purge my balls again.

He continued to chant to me but I wasn't consciously aware of what he said anymore. I was barely aware of my surroundings at this point although I was starting to feel a fullness in my guts as his seed started to build up in me. His seed and whatever else was in it. I don't remember how many times I came or if I was even aware of time passing.

But eventually I did feel him pull out. One other feature that boars have is that at the last part of their orgasm their semen doesn't have sperm in it but it does contain gelatinous pellets that form a plug that doesn't let their semen out or let other boars deposit semen in their sow. Well I was aware of this plug. I had a pint of semen behind the plug that was a foot deep in my rectum and it was like I'd had a semen enema and someone had put a plug in my ass so it couldn't be expelled.

It was uncomfortable but I was still groggy with whatever psychotropic chemicals were leaking into my system. He held me there close to him and talked to me for a while.

"I know that because this is a top secret project that I can't go out in public, at least not yet. And when you do show me to the military brass that I need to obey you. When we are in "public" I will acknowledge you as my Master. But when we're alone in here I'M the Master. And you'll be my obedient sow. Understood?"

"Yes Master." I said as though I had no recourse. Even though I knew he'd used some kind of hypnotic suggestion on me there was nothing I could do to resist. I wasn't even sure that I wanted to. I'd just had the most intense sexual experience of my life.

After laying next to him for a while I could feel the gelatinous plug starting to break apart and I could feel his semen seeping down into my colon. I knew I needed to get to a toilet. "Master I need to use the bathroom." I begged.

He let go of me and slapped me on my naked ass as I hurried as much as I could with my legs semi-crossed as I hobbled to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and when I did the dam broke and I expelled all of his semen and a fair amount of fecal material.

With the semen out of me I finally started to feel normal, but I knew that things had changed between us. He was now undeniably the Master in our relationship. I was still a little unsteady on my feet when I got up. I was surprised that my asshole wasn't hurting, but I guessed that there was something in the cocktail of chemicals in his semen that had relaxed my sphincter enough that it hadn't hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if there was some opioid type of chemical in it that killed pain too.

After I put my own clothes on I wandered out of the facility to my own living quarters. When Sirius saw me he knew something was wrong immediately. He put an arm around me and started to guide me to my room but when he realized how unstable I was on my feet he picked me up and carried me to my room. As he laid me down on my bed I started to sob uncontrollably.

"Undress me... and then... get in bed... and hold me..." I said between sobs.

Of course Sirius did exactly what I told him, and it really drove home just how much he loved me and I had a sudden realization of how much I really loved him. I knew then that if anyone should have had me it was this magnificent creature that loved me more than life itself.

"What happened Master?" He asked with more concern in his voice than I'd ever heard before.

I told him what happened between sobs. He listened to me and I could feel tremors of anger coursing through his body. He didn't speak until I was finished.

"I'll kill him for you Master." He said. I know he intended to do exactly that. But in a fight between the two of them he wouldn't stand a chance. But in addition to my fear for Sirius, I knew I couldn't allow anything bad to happen to Napoleon. I knew it wasn't rational but he'd planted stuff in my head that would protect him.

"No Sirius. I need you to make love to me..." I said surprising even myself. I had been defiled by Napoleon, now I needed to give myself to the one that adored me.

"Do you want me to suck your cock or do you want to fuck me." He asked uncertainly. Because I'd never used the phrase "make love to me" with him before.

"No you don't understand I need you in me."

"But you're the Master. You are supposed to take me..." He replied.

"Don't you see how fucked up that is?" I asked.

"No. You're the Master. It's my job to pleasure you not the other way around." He said his confusion growing by the minute.

"Do you love me?" I asked knowing the answer but wanting him to state it.

"How can you ask that Master. I love you more than anything in the world." He said a hurt in his voice that I could even question the extent of his adoration of me.

I pulled his massive head toward mine and kissed him. Soon I slipped my tongue into his muzzle. I always was the one that took the lead but this time after engaging his tongue I let my tongue retreat into my mouth and let his tongue follow it into my mouth for the first time. I rolled onto my back and he rolled on top of me.

I was getting hard. I'd never realized how great getting fucked could feel and I wondered how much better it would feel to be made love to by the one you loved than to be raped by someone. I could feel him getting hard against my thigh. He was starting to leak precum, so I knew he was ready. I pulled my knees up to my chest and presented myself to him for the first time.

My asshole was still gaping from getting fucked by Napoleon's huge corkscrew cock. So it was easy for his inexperienced cock to find the target without either of us having to manually guide it into me. He eased his huge cock into me. It was every bit of ten inches and much fatter than Napoleon's, but without the corkscrew.

When he was seated all the way in me I said to him, "That feels so good. It's what I've been missing all of my life..."

Soon he was fucking me tenderly, long slow strokes that just teased my prostate. I pulled his muzzle down to my mouth and this time when we kissed he knew to be the one to take charge. I could feel him spurting precum into me allowing for a faster rutting because that huge bitch sticker was slicker and not wanting to pull my rectum inside out on the out stroke.

Soon he was fucking me at full speed as his instincts took over. He'd fucked bitches before, I'd used him at stud plenty of times. But he'd obviously never fucked me or anyone up the ass before. I reached down and cupped his ass cheeks with my hands and used them to urge him to fuck me deeper. He got the idea quickly and started to really seat his cock deep in me with the short sharp jabs that he used when he tied with a bitch.

Which made me cry out, "Make me your bitch." I begged and he did just that. I could feel his huge knot pump up as he started to tie with me. He didn't have the corkscrew effect that Napoleon's porcine cock could deliver but his cock was thicker in general than the boars and his knot was stretching me in ways I'd never imagined before. With each heartbeat expanding his knot, it was a feeling that my prostate hadn't ever experienced.

But what was the best thing about it was that the being that loved me most in the whole world was trying to give himself completely to me. For the first time I was allowing him to show his love for me. I couldn't believe how great it felt.

He held me tightly to his huge body as he urgently worked his way into me. Finally he made one last deep thrust and those huge balls started to empty themselves into me. He was locked in solid with me as he pumped me full of his seed for the first time. And that was what finally sent me over the edge with him.

He eventually rolled us onto our sides. He was still cumming but the intense part of it was over. Now he would just continue to pulse his seed deep inside me for about an hour.

"I wouldn't mind staying like this forever..." I said. I'd never given myself to anybody before. I didn't "give" myself to Napoleon, he forcibly took me. And as much as I hated to admit it to myself I'd enjoyed it on just a raw sexual level.

But this was completely different. It was the closest I'd ever felt to anyone. His knot was like a second heart in me. Beating with the pulse of the heart that beat every beat to serve me. It was the first time that he'd made love to me, but it was definitely not going to be the last time. I guess this was one thing I could be thankful to Napoleon for. I would never have given myself without being raped by the big Boar.

And that's the story of how I became an eager bottom boy for the big Anthroboar. Between the psychotropic components in his semen and his crazy corkscrew penis I've become rather addicted to him.

The funny thing is that even though he's the Master in the bedroom he also lets me fuck him. I was the one that activated his receptors, so no one can give him quite the pleasure he gets when my cum hits his receptors.

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Hum interesting story. The only thing I wonder is if Napoleon other then being dominant, is he evil or not? If he's not evil and has the ability to love or like his sub, like Lester was loving Sirius. He just could end up being the good dominant master of both Lester and Sirius, even starting to take part and help Lester in his project. On the other hands, if he is evil and just want to take over the human race than that would be another story where he would definitely have to be terminated. That little story of yours was not too clear on that. ;-)

Napoleon is very rational. He's not good or evil but like any pig he's out for himself. Pigs are very trainable but there needs to be a reward for their good behavior. They need treats when they are trained. Dogs on the other hand will obey their master just for praise. A pig would say fuck that, what's in it for ME.

Napoleon didn't care for always obeying a Master who he in some ways rightly felt was his inferior. Lester was no match for him physically, in fact no man alive could have withstood him without serious weaponry. The funny thing is he still allowed Lester to fuck him at times, as long as Lester knew who was in charge because the most pleasurable thing the Boar was capable of experiencing was the orgasm when Lester's semen came in contact with his receptors.

Napoleon knows that he can't be in charge anywhere except the bedroom. Lester is just the brains behind the Ultimate Warrior division of Genetech, the Pentagon and the CIA are in charge of it. Napoleon understands this. He will just have to be satisfied with being in charge when they are alone. In public he'll be the good obedient soldier. He has no thought of leading an AnthroBoar insurrection.

Run to Sirius and let him fuck him. He should have let the being that truly loved him have him, instead of always trying to put him down

Hypnotism.

Question in my mind what it would be like to get fucked by him