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#389

This is a direct follow up to Story #387

“Well, hello there shithead.  So, you finally get to serve me outside some disgusting bookstore theater.  I hope you are ready to get really nasty. Get on your fucking knees pig and sniff my foot…. 

“Take a deep whiff!  I’ve been on my motorcycle for two whole days.  Haven’t had a shower in that time.  So I can’t imagine those dogs are fresh.

“Hey!  No one told you to start licking.  But since you started, you may continue.  You know, when I come over here, you will always start with my feet.  I want a foot massage at the same time as you are slurping on my toes.  The one thing I allow my pigs to do to me without permission is taking care of my feet: licking, sucking, cleaning, scraping, chewing, and so on.

“Don’t look at me like that.  You want to be an intern for the executive team, you got to do what’s expected.  Foot worship includes foot care.  In fact feel my heel for callouses.  Dry hunh?  I want you to scrape them off….  Use your teeth.

“Wait you think that’s nasty?  Aren’t you the one who seeks me out at Ruby’s bookstore and beg me to use you?  And how do I do that?  By forcing you to take random cock after random cock in your pussy, and then making you clean them off after they dump a load in you.  And I hold your head while those same blue-collar tradesmen bend over you clean out their ass cracks.  You drank my piss.  You are a pig through and through.  And you balk at this?  Shithead, please.

“You do as you are told.  That electrified collar around your neck is there for a reason.  While I don’t get into the pain thing like Ben and Lloyd do.  I will use it to get what I want.  You got that.  The four of us executives have our own thing when it comes to using shitheads like you, but we all believe that you need to be trained to do it all.  I’m here today to see how much of a pig we both know you to be.  One of those things includes eating the dead skin off my feet.

“Normally foot service is the beginning of giving me a tongue bath, but that will have to wait for now.  I need to take a piss. 

“Sit back on your heels.  Help me with my sweatpants.  Whew!  Smell that?  That’s my jockstrap.  I have worn it for a week now. 

“What are you doing?  Don’t discard my sweats in some heap.  Pick them up.  Now, sniff my crotch.  Inhale the nastiness.  You always sniff my crotch anytime you remove pants or underwear, or jock.  And’s not just me, but do that to Bryce, Lloyd, and Ben.  You should be able to tell the four of us apart from our crotch and ass smells. 

“Now sniff the ass too.  Even if there’s skid marks, sniff it.  My socks, you sniff.  My jock, you sniff.  My shirt, you sniff.  Then you fold it, and respectfully put it down. 

“Here’s my shirt.  It’s full of dried sweat and armpit stink.  I’m going to leave it with you so you can smell me when I’m not here.  Rub it on your face, especially the arm pit area.  Smelling my own pit gets me rock hard.  I love my stink.  One thing you need to know, and don’t ever fuck this up.  While you are expected to give me a tongue bath, you will never lick my pits.  I don’t want some piss drinking pig to contaminate my smell with his licking.  Rather I want you rub your face in there. 

“Here, get in here.  Rub your fucking toilet face in my pit.  Feel my oily sweat coat your nose, your mouth, your cheeks, everything….  Yeah pig.  Now the other side.  Get it in good.  You can use your lips, but no licking.

“You are going to stink!  But it’s my stink.  And that is everything.  Pull back, leave some for me to enjoy.

“As I said earlier, I got to piss.  Let’s go into the bathroom.

“Kneel in the middle.  Lloyd made sure that this bathroom was large enough for some serious fun.  Bury your face in my jock.  Oh yeah.  Like that. 

“You ready to drink me?  You did that a couple times in the bookstore’s theater in front of those hard-working men.  I don’t think the bookstore liked cleaning up the piss.  Oh well. 

“Put the bottom of my bulge in your mouth.  Feel my cockhead under the jockstrap pouch?  Tastes nasty hunh?  Just wait.

“…Ahhh!  Drink all you can pig as it comes through my rank jock.  You get the extra benefit of the week-old stale piss being reconstituted. 

“Get that mouth back where it belongs.  I know it tastes nasty.  That’s what I want.  But keep drinking.  I don’t give a shit that it’s going all over the place.  You can clean it up afterwards.  I see you want to gag.  Don’t you dare. 

“Focus on the task at hand.  Piss drinking should be second nature to you.  If not, it will be.  If you are retching at this, then the next thing is really going to make you hurl.  I got to take a dump.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!  The terror on your face tells me everything and is getting me hard.  Now I can’t speak for Lloyd, but I don’t really get into scat.  As nasty and disgusting as I can get, it’s not my thing.  I will think about it, I will tease you about it, but I’m not into the reality of it.

“No, what I have in store is you giving me a blumpkin, you are going to give me head as I take a dump.  Over here.  Kneel in front of the toilet….

“I put my jock next to my shirt.  After I leave, I want you to wear that jock around your neck.  You can enjoy the richness of my smells when you are alone.

“Ok.  You have blown me before.  You are to do it again now.  I’m going to do my thing….  Is this your first time?...  Well, just ignore the sound and the smell.  And the taste is going to be nasty.

“Oh, look!  After two days of being in the hot sun riding on my motorcycle, my cock was very sweaty.  I developed some cheese for you.  You can probably smell it too.

“Nasty, isn’t it?  Well, your job is to clean me up.  Now crawl over here…. PIG!  Now.  I will give you a count of three.  One…

“…Well damn!  That shock knocked you to the floor….  I guess the collar works.  You want another jolt?  No, then crawl.  Pig! Crawl!

“Good pig.  You are learning.  Don’t think about it.  Just take it in your mouth and start the tonguing….  Good!  Ahh! 

“…Don’t stop sucking.  Look up at me….  Notice I don’t have the remote or my phone in my hand.  So, you might be wondering who shocked you.

“Keep in mind, there are cameras everywhere, and that collar can be triggered by accessing the controls on the internet.  Now Lloyd, being our company’s Chief Security Officer, routinely checks the system to make sure that only us four men have access.

“Bryce could have zapped you.  He likes it when his presence is felt, always reminding the pig of his control.  It could have been Ben; he likes to inflicts pain on a whim.  Or, it could have been Lloyd, who likes pain and raunch and wanted to see you cleaning off my cock.  The thing is that it wasn’t me.

“The other interesting fact is that I’m done. 

“Pull off.  Get under the rimseat.  Time for some tongue fucking and face riding….  What?  Don’t give me that look.  Toilet paper service is not scat.  It has none of what I don’t like.  Now you may think differently; I don’t care.  Besides, you’ve eaten dirty asses before.  I’ve seen the asses I had you lick at the bookstore.  I know they weren’t 100% clean.  Besides, I know what foods to eat to make using toilet paper merely a courtesy.

“Under the seat.  Good pig.

“Look up at my ass.  If you remember, this is the first thing you saw of me.  You were on your back on that platform near the screen at the bookstore’s theater with your legs up in the air getting plowed by that electrician.  I stood over you, showing my ass.  Remember what you did?  You stuck out your tongue.  I squat down on your face and your tongue went to work at that instant.  I knew you were an ass eating pig right away.

“Get that tongue going.  Oh yeah.  Good pig.  Your tongue was made for this.

“You know, after I sat on your face and used you a few times, I recognized you immediately at the company picnic a couple of months ago.  I knew you were Timothy Stone’s boy.  I pointed you out to Lloyd and Ben and they were very interested.  Lloyd said he would investigate you and your dad.  I gladly bowed out and went to the office. 

“I looked at your dad’s work.  Well shit.  Being the Chief Financial Officer, it took me less than an hour to find how he’s been scamming the company out of a serious amount of money.  Lloyd found a lot more.  We got things set up for him.  Bryce is actually meeting with your dad in Vegas today.

“You don’t need to worry about that.  Just keep that tongue action going. 

“Too bad you aren’t going to Ruby’s any time soon.  But don’t worry.  Once you are established as trustworthy, I’ll take you on one of my bike runs as my pig.  The guys I ride with like to go to the middle of nowhere and drink, smoke, and fuck.  Ben and his boy sometimes join in.  We use pain pigs and raunch pigs however we want.  Some of those men can get rough and nasty.

“Some of them are local.  I should call them over to have you clean out their shitholes for them.  We need to get a good gang bang going.  That’s my thing, a good ol’ train going.

“Let me see if Lloyd wants to join in.  He’s always up for a good fuck.

“…Were you just zapped?...  That must have been him.

“Hey Lloyd!  I’m sure you hear me!  Get your cock down here and let’s spit roast the pig.

“Pig.  I know he’s training your pussy muscles to tighten up.  For me I want you to be as sloppy as you can get.  Remember each that for each cock going in your puss.

“Get your legs up in the air.  Keep eating my shitter.  I got your ankles.  Here, let me put them under my armpits.  Now that reveals your pussy to anyone walking in.

“Lloyd!  I told you this pig would meet our needs.  His pussy is ready for an all afternoon pounding.”

This story continues in Story #394 and Story #400

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#341

This is a direct follow up to Story #223 and Story #232.

“Piece of shit!  It’s your lucky day.  You’re getting out of here.  You’ve been sold.  Lil’ Hog told me that I’m to transport you to the east coast.  I’m also to clean you up and tend to your sores.  Now, the chain your collar is coming off.  Coyote will use it on the next slave he’ll install later on today.  I am bigger and stronger than you, so don’t try to run.  Nod if you understand…

“Good.  Lean forward.  Damn this is one solid collar…. Hey, he gave me the right key this time…. Get up and let’s get out of this sewer of a bathroom.

“Bright out hunh?  Here, wash yourself up with that bucket of water.  I put some soap and a washcloth next to it.  There’s no hot water here, so it’s going to be a bit cold.  Scrub up good.  I don’t want you stinking up the cab of my semi.  Tonight, we’ll check into this motel, and you can have a hot shower….

“Are you… crying?...  Wait, you think that I am your savior, rescuing you from that disgusting mattress?  Oh faggot.  That’s too funny.  I’m just here to transport you from one hell to another.  We are going to spend a few nights at a motel in the middle of nowhere run by Big Hog. It’s a total dive.  Big Hog usually has the men to fill its six rooms.  They are waiting for us.  You have an evening of servicing whoever Big Hog plans on being there.  Don’t know what all he has planned other than your hair removal and castration.

“You can drop the shocked look.  And don’t even try to beg me not to take you there; I don’t care.  I really don’t.  You are fucking cargo to me.

“Your new owners want a hairless eunuch; they are going to get one.  That’s why we are spending a few days there.  Then I drop you off at the facility in South Carolina to be shipped off to God knows where.

“Everything is pretty much set.  Trust me, you won’t miss your balls.  It’s not like you were using them for anything….  Well other than a punching bag.  You are not going to father any kid.  So why leave them attached?  If anything, this should reinforce that you are not a man, that you are a cunt faggot slave used for the enjoyment of real men.

“Here’s the hose.  Rinse yourself off.  It’s cold….  When was the last time you cleaned out your cunt?...  A few hours ago?  Good.  Let’s go to my truck.  No, I don’t have a towel for you to dry off; the air is fine.  And you are not covering yourself up.  No one will think twice about coming into a closed down rest area.  Well except those in the know.

“You cleaned up well.  You no longer look like a troll living under a bridge.  Stop right here.  Get on your knees.  Out here in the open.  I have to take a hell of a piss.  Might as well start using my own personal toilet. 

“It’s big isn’t it?  This is what you are going to be serving the next week or so.  Fuck!  You sure know how to drink.  When I finish, get me hard.  I’m going to plow your cunt right here.  It’s too beautiful of a day to fuck in a closed cab. 

“Stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind your back….  These handcuffs will keep you from doing something stupid.  Now lean over.  Don’t worry, I got you.  These cuffs will act as a handle.  Oh man, are you ever stretched out.  Jesus!  My beercan is encountering no resistance.  No wonder why the guys are bringing me a special plug…. 

“Oh wait, do you hear that?  In the distance?  That sounds like a number of motorcycles.  Yeah, they will be in here in no time.  When they do, don’t fucking move.  I want them to see me plowing your cunt front and center.

“Oh man, I can feel a few fresh loads in you.  I will start the training you to build up these cunt muscles, to get them back to a place that offers some pleasure to the men using it.

“They are getting louder.  The sound of multiple motorcycles always gets my juices flowing.  Clamp down….  That’s all you have?  Fuck, we need to work on that.

“Here they come….  Look at that.  That looks like Coyote and Lieutenant Tom.  And Coyote has your replacement.  Look at that beast.  He’s not going to be here long.  Someone will buy him soon.  Oh! And here comes Lil Hog.

“Cunt keep staring at the concrete; don’t look up unless told to.  And don’t say a goddamned thing.  Here come’s Lil Hog….

“…Hey man I see Coyote has a beast of a slave going in….  Fuck.  Look at those arms.  Sheesh.  Can I get a piece of that before I and this cunt leave?  This fag’s cunt is so stretched out, it’s damned near worthless as a fuck.  Do you have the plug?  Good.  Good.  I’ll meet you in the toilet once I get this cunt plugged and installed in my cab.

“Cunt, get up and let’s go.  Take this butt plug.  In the next 50 feet, by the time we get to the semi, I want that plug in your cunt.  It should go in easy considering how stretched out you are.  That’s a very special plug; it comes all the way from Germany.  It has sensors around the base to monitor how tight you can squeeze. 

“Ok get up in the cab….  Lay in the bunk.  This chain is secured to the truck and now,… to your collar.  You ain’t going anywhere. 

“I love technology.  That plug is now synced to my iPad here.  Feel that vibration?  That’s telling you to squeeze.  You are to squeeze your cunt around the plug and keep squeezing as long as it vibrates.  If it vibrates very fast that means that you need to tighten up even more.

“When I get back, I will have a baseline score for your cunt muscle strength.  It will probably suck.  So I will most likely beat you for punishment, which will be after you clean off that beast’s ass slime from my dick.

“I’ll be back in a bit.  I’ll probably be last in the train.  And I don’t care if you want to beat off.  As long as you are squeezing the plug when instructed, that’s all I care.  Besides, this will be the last opportunity to pound your pud and drain your balls before they are sliced away.”

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#291

“Strip means everything. Clothing is a privilege real men enjoy, and you are definitely not a man. Unfortunately, society thinks otherwise. Should you need to go into town, you will wear a minimal amount of clothing. When you are here, you are naked. I bought you for one reason, to be the house mouse….

“That is, you will keep this place clean and organized. You will set it up for parties we have here five days a week. Each one will have different set of clientele, most of them are bikers—you know, blue collar men. Some nights you will be confined for the duration. Some nights you will be assigned tasks, like fetching drinks or food. Other nights you will serve as entertainment.

“Follow me. This four-car garage has been converted to a play space where men can relax. There’s a fire pit around back too. See how the couches and chairs and the sex furniture are mixed in together, that it looks kinda randomly placed. I want that. When you are straightening things up, you will keep that up. When men come here to relax, I want them to feel comfortable enough to go from a conversation with their best bud to fucking a naked faggot or a naked bitch that happened to be walking by. Some nights that might be you. When that happens, you go ahead and please the man the way he expects.

“Over there is the bar. You will be expected to keep it well stocked. In the morning following a party, you are to go to the liquor store in town and stock up. I have an account there, and the guys know what brands of liquor I want. We will be going there in a bit so I can introduce you to Doyle and Brian. You tell them what we need, and they will load up the truck. You will probably then be taken in back and used. Brian will have a full bladder for you, and Doyle will rape your cunt. My suggestion is to pre-lube up before you go there. If they want something else from you, you give it.

“Food deliveries are done around noon. You will send them what we need before you head off to the liquor store. Tony is the one who usually delivers here. And he too has full access to you.

“I work damned hard to find the right people to work with. I have a very specific type of underground organization here, and the men that attend don’t want attention called to it. Sheriff Adams keeps us out of anyone’s attention. He does stop by from time to time with his own bitches, usually on Fridays when it’s Bitch Night. He goes upstairs to one of the two private bedrooms to fuck them. You are expected to keep those rooms stocked up too. Now, those rooms are off limits to the other attendees. You’ll have a key to get in, but if anyone asks or demands access you refer them to Brutus, Luke, or me. If they threaten to beat you in the face, you let them beat you, and then refer them to Brutus, Luke, or me.

Brutus is my security. When I am not here on any given night, you report to him. If anyone gives you any problems let Brutus know. And kinky sexual acts demanded of you don’t count as problems. Men with extreme kink demands should be directed to the toolshed. Brutus and Luke run the sound-proof toolshed and slave kennels hidden beneath it. We’ll head over there in a bit.

But first, this is the Latrine. You will be spending lots of time in here. I need to take a piss. On your knees and open that sewer mouth. Your former owner was telling me that he had you toilet trained. That’s good. Oh your mouth feels right on my cock. And you didn’t hesitate with my PA.

“You will be drinking piss on Pig Sunday night. This place gets trashed. That’s why we don’t have activities for Monday night. You will be in hog heaven Sunday going into Monday. I have yet to have a house mouse who does not love Sunday nights. You are afforded one luxury. You will be able to sleep in on Monday. Monday afternoon you start cleaning. And the Latrine usually needs it most.

“Oh fuck. You swallow like a pro. Pull off.

“Over there see the collars and chain hanging from the wall. That’s where the urinals are installed for a party. You will be installed there on occasion alongside the other toilet slaves.

Over there are the rimseats that the full toilet slaves will be installed under. Brutus and Luke will handle that. Your former owner tells me that you are actually good at toilet duties. That’s good to hear. You will serve as my private toilet. No one should ask that of you, and if they do, you tell them that you are ‘Deke’s toilet’ and that should end the discussion. Toilet paper duty is ok, farts in your face are ok, but eating waste is only done for me. Anyone give you any problems, you let Brutus know, even before you tell me.

“This place is a well-oiled machine of men having fun, whether it be with bitches one night, or fags the next, being pigs on Pig Sunday or sadists on Torture Tuesday. Men are men. And your job is to make sure that their primal urges are satisfied and that everything they need is right there for them.

“See the rimseats over there? Choose one and get under it. I’m so in need to break in your cunt. But first I need to try out that tongue.”