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Miss Tina always reminds me of that, makes me want to get used for the pleasure of dom pigs. I’m nothing more than a set of holes to be filled with cocks and cum.

Oh, yeah. Just thinking of the sound it makes as it slices through the air then smacks my ass is making me hard.

Fucking hot! I love having a dom pig get me high and using me.

Hot, and well-written too. No abduction. Pozzing, yes, especially if the subject begs for it.

Yes, please! 🐷

Like the title says, what’s it like to get fucked by a pierced cock? I’ve been fantasizing about it lately so I’m curious.

Tina is great for unlocking that, isn’t it?

Perfect. No names, nothing more than cock, cum, and raw, piggy lust. I’d have been begging for that toxic load.

That’s so fucking hot. Existing just to serve dom pigs and their Dark Lord, constantly high.

Hail the Dark Lord and his dark gifts! I offer myself to Him, to use as He chooses.

Body and soul, willingly given to the Dark Lord and his minions, and a life devoted to decadent carnality and sharing his viral gift. Nothing could be hotter. Can a man do something to earn such a dark blessing or is it only given to the unsuspecting?

So fucking hot, letting the meth remove your inhibitions so you can be a cumdump.

I like pain sexually. I don’t like to hurt, if that makes sense.

Master stood before me. “Tell me, slave, have you noticed that I’ve never been completely naked in front of you.?” “Yes, master.” “Why do you think that is, slave?” “I’m not worthy to see master’s naked form.” “There is that, yes.” He laughed, and his friends joined in. “But there’s a greater reason.” He pulled off his pants and stepped towards me. “Now, slave, tell your master what you see above his cock.” I looked. “A tattoo, master.” “A tattoo of what?” “A scorpion, master.” “And what does that mean, slave?” I gulped. “It means master is positive.” “Positive for what, slave? If I had to take a drug test, my piss would test positive for meth? Tell your master what it means!” “It means master is HIV positive.” Somewhere off to the side, I heard the bear who explained things to me say, “Five points for Slytherin!” The others laughed at his joke, till master glared at them. “Smart-asses get spanked,” said master. “Promise?” replied the bear with glee in his voice. “Save it,” master growled, then looked back at me. “Very good. And I’m guessing you’re not.” “No master.” “Then you are alone in this room. The rest of us have the marks of true sex pigs, the sign we fuck with abandon, that we are driven by raw carnal lust. Tell him, my fellow pigs, what we think safe sex is?” They all shouted as one. “Bullshit!” “Damn right. And now, slave, do you want to be one of us?” My mind raced. I knew there would be no turning back. But I also remembered the times I had been fucked bareback, taken raw loads in my ass. I had taken the risks willingly. And I had heard how liberating being positive can be, to accept the inevitable… Master glared at me. “Do you want it or not, slave? Do you want to take toxic cum from all of us into your ass and join our brotherhood? Or would you rather get dressed, go home, and let the rest of us to behave like real men?” “Yes, master.” I was barely whispering. “Say it like you mean it, slave.” “Yes, master!” “Louder! Tell us all what you want!” “I want you to poz me! I want all your toxic loads inside me! I want to be a true pig! Please, master! Poz me!” Master nodded. “Good slave. There’s one more step before you serve us all. Meth is what fuels us, what allows us to fuck for hours. You’re high now, but you need to be even higher. There won’t be any clouds now.” He went to the drawer where he kept his party supplies, opened it, and showed me a syringe. “Have you ever slammed before?” “No master.” “This is your reward for being such a good slave, for demonstrating that you can please your master and willingly accepting punishment.” “Thank you, master.” He motioned to another one of the men in the room. “We are fortunate to have among us a pig who is a nurse and is skilled at giving injections.” As his friend walked over, he added, “Oh, I’ve given plenty of ‘injections’ to everyone in here. Gotten a lot, too.” The rest laughed as master glared at him. “Am I going to get a spanking for being a smart-ass, too? Please?” Master ignored him. The nurse prepped the syringe as he continued to address me. “This will leave you higher than you ever thought possible. You will be overwhelmed by the need to touch yourself. As I told you before we began your night of servitude, I am a master not a monster, and I will not be so cruel as to deny you that need. You will be allowed five minutes of self-pleasure, but you are forbidden to ejaculate. You will only be allowed that release when you have serviced us all, when we have all filled you with our poz seed. Do you understand?” “Yes, master.” “Then prepare yourself.” The nurse set down next to me. “Give me your arm.” I extended it and he strapped a tourniquet around the upper part. I watched with anticipation as he wiped my arm with an alcohol pad and gently inserted the needle into my vein. I saw the cloud of blood form as he pulled back the plunger. “Get ready for a wild ride,” then he pressed the plunger in and released the tourniquet. I coughed and then… ohgodohfuckohdamn I was overwhelmed by the massive rush. Master was right, I had to stroke my cock, and my right hand furiously began to yank it. As intense as it was, I knew I had to have a cock inside my ass, that nothing else would do. I had turned into a creature of nothing but sexual desire and pure lust. Master finally said, “Time’s up!” I forced myself to withdraw my hands. “And now, slave, you will serve us all. Rise and place yourself onto the fuck bench.” He pointed to the bench. It hadn’t been there before; it must have been brought into the room while I was laser-focused on stroking my cock. I walked and lay on it face down, my chest on the platform, my face, hands and legs on the rests. Some of the others placed the attached straps around my wrists and ankles. Master stood before me. I saw his huge cock and I wildly wanted to have it inside me and to feel his cum shooting into me. He spoke again. “Mine will be the last you take. You will need to be stretched thoroughly before you are capable of accepting my member. He looked out to the others. “Who among you desires to fill him with your seed first?” I heard what I hoped when the bear said, “I will, sir.” Master smiled and said, “I thought you might.” The bear walked behind me, then said, “Will one of you pigs there bring this pig here some lube?” Someone handed him some, then as he bent down next to me and started to lubricate my ass, he whispered to me. “If you really want to be poz, I’m glad I’m going first. We’ll never know for sure who really infected you, but we can say it was me and it will be a bond between us. Sound good?” I nodded. As he slathered lube onto his own cock, he asked, “Sir, may I give him a shotgun first?” “I doubt he needs another hit, but if you want one, sure. Someone help him, I don’t want lube on the pipe and torch.” Someone did help him, we opened our mouths, pressed our lips together, and teased each other’s tongues as we passed the cloud back and forth. As wonderful as that was, I wanted his cock driving into my ass. As he pulled away and stood up, he whispered again, “I wanted the hit, but the real goal was an excuse to kiss you again.” He went behind me, and, at long last, I got what I had been craving for hours, a cock thrusting into my ass. We both gasped in ecstasy. He started slowly and gently, clearly wanting us both to savor the experience. He slowly picked up speed, us both moaning in delight. Eventually he bent down over me. I felt his weight and fur and sweat on me, and it was amazing. He reached around and twisted my nipples, and just the perfect amount, more than playfully, but not enough to really hurt. I moaned with delight, and he whispered, “Yeah, I like that too. I hope you’ll remember that when we’re together again.” His thrusts got faster and deeper. I had been fucked many times, but never so well. Master yelled out, “The slave has a mouth, too! Don’t waste it!” A cock appeared in front of me, and I opened wide. Its owner drove it into my mouth. Getting spit-roasted had been a fantasy of mine ever since I first saw it in a porn video, and I was finally fulfilling it. More cocks were placed in my mouth as the bear kept pounding my ass. Someone loosened the restraints on my hands so I could stroke more pigs. I eventually was pleasuring four men at once. It got more and more intense until he started shouting, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” I released the cocks in my hands and pulled my mouth away from the other so I could focus entirely on the moment. He finally roared in orgasmic ecstasy as I felt him shooting his load inside me. He pulled out, slowly and gently, then declared, “I’m not even gonna bother with the excuse of a shotgun this time,” gave me a big kiss, then whispered, “I’ll be back again tonight, but I hope sometime, it will just be us.” That wasn’t the last of it, far from it. Everyone except master filled my slave ass with their cum at least, and I sucked everyone, too, getting loads in my mouth.. The bear even buried his furry face in my ass and gave me an absolutely amazing rimming. Master face-fucked me again till he almost shot a load into my throat, but pulled back and declared, “Your ass gets my toxic load, slave.” And I kept getting hits of T, of course, from the pipe, of course, and then somebody shoved a shard in me for a booty bump before pounding my ass again. I lost count of the loads I had taken, cum was pouring out of my ass and down my legs, and I was in piggy ecstasy. I was the main attraction, of course, but the room was filled with raw sexual activity. Fucking, sucking, rimming, a group of men driven by their most primal desires. I was excited that I was to be one of them, now that I had learned that I was a pig just like them. Much later, as exhaustion was setting in for all master stood before. “And now, slave, you will perform your ultimate service to me. You have served a group of pigs, and served them well. Are you ready for your master to give you the fucking of your life?” “Yes, master. Please.” He walked behind me without speaking. He smacked both my butt cheeks with his hand then plunged that massive cock into my ass. There was no gentle sliding, he instantly started pounding me like a jackhammer. I almost screamed. God, it hurt like hell, but like the complete sub pig I am, I relished the pain. Master’s grunts got louder as his thrusts intensified till thought, like the bear told me, I’d split apart. I wanted to yell “Harder master!” but I could only grunt with him. Without slowing a bit, he spoke again. “I’ve not cum once tonight! I’ve saved this entire load for you! Show me you appreciate it! Beg me for it, slave, let me know you want it!” “Please master, give me your load! Fill my ass with your toxic cum! Poz me, master, poz me!” And he did. With a massive grunt, I felt his cum enter me, squirt after squirt. It must have taken thirty seconds for him to finish shooting. Even after that, he still kept pushing himself deep into me, till he finally withdrew. “You may stand, slave.” I was weak, but did. “Now, fellow pigs, we have all been served by this slave. I deem him worthy of joining our brotherhood of pigs, but we must all agree. Do you all feel he deserves such an honor? Signify in the traditional manner.” And they all oinked, the bear loudest of all. Master spoke again, “Welcome to our piggy brotherhood. You need no longer consider yourself a slave, though you are, of course, welcome to play at such as it suits your desires.” “Thank you, master.” He smiled and shook his head. “You are no longer expected to call me master. I am the alpha here, but you may call me sir, as do the others.” “Thank you, ma… sir.” “There is one other thing before we end the celebration of our sexuality. I am certain that you need the release of cumming yourself.” I nodded. “You may choose to achieve orgasm yourself, or you may ask one of your pig brothers to receive your seed. Even I will do so if you desire, as I am not a totally exclusive top, though know that it takes a truly talented top to please me.” I knew what I wanted. I looked at the bear who had treated me so well. To my surprise, that pig who had been with every man in that room, shyly smiled at me and even blushed a little. “Will you…”, I said. “Dude, why do you even think you have to ask?” The rest laughed, and even sir briefly dropped his stern dominant pig act, smiled and said, “Oh, god, are we going to have a couple here?” I was wondering where in the room we should go at it, but he walked to the fuck bench and got on it himself. “I’ve been here before, and I think it’s hot.” I knelt next to him, and he quietly added, “But even better, you’ve been here for hours. It’s got your sweat on it, your smell, and it’s driving me crazy.” He then said, loud enough for the room to hear, “Somebody get us a pipe so we can have another shotgun before he enters my furry bear butt.” Someone handed me one, I took the hit, and we passed it back and forth, but we kept kissing long after it completely entered our bloodstreams. We finally separated when he looked down at my cock. “Tina dick, huh? Let me help with that. Get in my mouth.” I did, and I was thrilled to know he had amazing oral skills. I was moaning so loudly he pulled away and said, “If you want to shoot inside my mouth, fine, but I’ve got a butt that wants you inside it, too.” I wanted to give him what he wanted, so I walked behind him. Before entering him, I stroked his furry bottom, then remembered what he had done for me, knelt down and started rimming him. He practically squealed with piggy delight. I kept up with that till he finally said, “Get inside me. You’ve earned it.” So I did. Now, I’m not an experienced top. I’ve always been a nearly total bottom. But he guided me, told me how to position myself to best please him. I did remember what he asked and played with his nipples some, and he roared with delight. I tried to make it last, but it didn’t take long till I came inside him. I pulled out, bent down for a final kiss, and then he whispered, “You were great, absolutely great. Don’t feel bad you couldn’t last. We’re all exhausted. Next time we play together, you’ll do even better.” The other pigs had all left, it was just me, sir, and the bear. Sir said, “You know where the shower is. Get cleaned up if you want.” I started to head to the shower, when the bear said, “Too bad it’s just a stall. Showering together can be fun.” I smiled and said, “We can try that sometime, sure.” I showered and got dressed. Sir took my phone number and said, “We do this about once a month. This session was rather impromptu, I didn’t expect to find such a willing subject. You are of course welcome back. Despite my initial treatment of you, which you now understand was part of the initiation, you are an excellent addition to our group.” “I’ll be there.” “You might want to wait around till your new furry friend finishes his shower. Some of our group occasionally organize more private sessions. I think the two of you seem likely to be interested in such.” I smiled. “What gave sir the first clue?” “Didn’t you hear? Smart-asses get spanked,” and he gave my ass a light slap. The bear came out of the shower. As he dressed, he said, “Hey, let’s exchange phone numbers. I’d like to, y’know, just hang out a bit, we could get to know each other some.” “I’d like that.” “Cool.” We exchanged names and numbers and I went home, sore ass and all. So, like title says, master, though he’s just sir now, gave me a gift. Yeah, he and his friends pozzed me (I’ve been tested now, and I’ve got the mark of a pig now), but he showed me that I had a wild, piggy side I had only vaguely thought existed, and it’s hot. But then there’s the bear. Kevin is his name, he told me. He texted me the next day and asked me to come over to his place that weekend for pizza and a movie. Andy that’s what we did, ate pizza and watched a movie. We talked a lot and found we had a lot in common, and not just sexually. We found we like each other, a lot, and we want to see what develops. And the movie, it wasn’t a porno (well, we did watch some porn later), it was Star Wars. I joked he was so hairy he’d make a good Wookiee, he asked if I’d “sooner kiss a Wookiee”, and I showed him I was very happy to kiss a Wookiee. Then we got high really high on Tina and had wild piggy sex, just the two of us. He even got me to try being the dom. It took a little getting used to, but it was hot, even though one time he almost fell off his bed laughing when I tried to sound as stern as sir does. We’re going to do play more, too, sometimes just privately and sometimes with our piggy brothers. My new-found piggy side is hot and I’m loving exploring it with my friends, one in particular.

“Have a seat,” he ordered. “The wooden chair with arms. Wait there till I come back.” Master walked upstairs as I set down. My ass, still raw from being beaten, hurt like hell, but it was still erotic to me, but not as erotic as my frenzied anticipation of how I’d pay for daring to touch master without permission. It didn’t take long till master returned with his friend. Damn, his friend was gorgeous, too, but a different kind of gorgeous. Stocky, red-headed, bearded, a flannel shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a gloriously hairy chest, a true bear. Exactly the type of man I find sexiest of all. Master gestured to me and spoke. “Here’s the new slave. Disappointed?” The bear replied. “We can train him, sir. You say he’s willing to serve?” “Oh, he’s definitely willing. He might be the most willing slave I’ve ever had.” Holy fuck, I thought. I was impressing master. Master continued. “He just needs to learn his place. I was fucking his face and he touched my ass without asking.” “Shameful. Does sir want me to spank him?” “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” The bear laughed. “The problem is, he would too. I can tell, he likes having his ass smacked. I’ve got a better idea. Let’s get him strapped to the chair.” Master went to his cabinet and retrieved some leather restraints. They wrapped them around my wrists and ankles leaving me attached to the chair. “Now, my little slave pig,” master said, “here’s how you’re going to suffer. You’re going to watch us have wild, piggy sex. We’re going to fuck like the uninhibited beasts we are. And you’re going to watch, without taking part. You won’t even be able to touch that pathetic little cock to pleasure yourself.” “Yes, master. Thank you for this lesson.” The bear laughed. “You must have gotten him really high to make him this submissive.” “He was even like that before I gave him a hit, but the T brought it out more.” The bear replied, “That’s what Miss Tina…” Master growled a little. “Sorry sir. That’s what meth does, opens up the pig inside.” Master nodded. “Fuck yeah. You want a hit yourself?” “You know I do, sir. I was already feeling a little piggy tonight, let’s make it a lot piggy.” Master handed him the pipe and torch. The bear started to take a hit, then asked, “Shotgun?” Master shook his head. “Normally yes, but not this time. Slave over there gets turned on by the clouds so he’ll suffer a little more watching you blow one. And I know you like them too. It’s a fucking waste of good T.” “Thanks, sir.” With that, he proceeded with his hit, kept it inside his lungs for a few seconds, then let out a massive, glorious cloud. Master’s punishment was working; I desperately wanted, no I desperately needed to touch my cock. “Oh… oh… oh… oh holy cow, that’s strong T. I want…” “I know what you want. Take off your clothes while I have a hit myself.” As master smoked, I was enthralled watching his friend strip. He had plenty of red fur on his stocky form, a few tats I couldn’t quite make out, and an impressive, swollen cock. Not a monster like master’s but still one I wanted to feel inside me. Master unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster. Something inside me briefly wondered why he had never allowed me to see him completely masked but I realized he liked the leather. “On your knees,” he ordered the bear. Once the bear was kneeling before him he commanded, “Start sucking.” The bear opened wide and took master’s cock inside his mouth. It started slowly, just a blowjob, but gradually increased in intensity till master was giving his bear friend the face-fucking he tried to give me. As I watched, my cock swelled. I desperately wanted to touch it. I thought that even if I was just watching a video of it and I wasn’t high, if I could stroke myself, I’d come almost instantly. I understood why master thought this was so great a punishment. Overwhelmed with the need to express my joy, I moaned loudly. Master immediately pulled his cock out of the bear’s mouth. “Fuck,” he growled. “I don’t want to have to hear you moan. I need to be sure you keep quiet.” He looked down at his friend. “Go to the cabinet and get something that will keep him quiet. I’m going to have a fresh hit to restore my mood.” The bear got up and walked towards the cabinet as master took the pipe. “Needs a refill” he grumbled as he walked to get some more T. The bear returned with what I expected — a ball gag. But as he affixed it to my head, he surprised me with a wink and a smile. He put a hand on my shoulder, arousing me even further, then whispered. “Don’t worry. This is all part of your training. Trust me, it’ll all be worth it in the end,” then added, “if you know what I mean by in the end.” My “end” tingled as I nodded to show that I did. He started to walk away, turned back, then whispered again, “I think you’re incredibly hot and I can’t wait for sir to let me play with you. And I thought that when I first looked at you, even before I got high. Nod if you feel the same.” I nodded my agreement. “Good,” he said, then walked away. Master returned with the reloaded pipe. He took a hit then passed it to the bear. “May I blow a cloud on sir’s cock? It’ll drive him crazy.” “If you must.” He took another massive hit, knelt before master, then slowly breathed it out over his cock. He was right, it did make me crazy. “Shall I suck sir’s cock again?” he asked. “No, it’s time for slave to see how real pigs fuck. Get the lube.” He went to the cabinet and returned with a big jar. “Lube up my cock.” He complied, and then master applied more to the bear’s ass. Without another word, master drove his cock into that gorgeous furry bear ass. The bear didn’t just moan, he roared with delight. A rhythm was instantly established and it was clear they had fucked many times before and knew exactly how to please each other. Master twisted the bear’s nipples, making him gasp with delight. “Please sir, stroke my cock,” gasped the bear. Master fulfilled his plea. I had no idea how it lasted; time had lost all meaning. But they eventually slowed and pulled apart. They were both drenched in sweat. Master looked at me. “Have you learned your lesson, slave?” I nodded. “Do you think you can serve half a dozen pigs like that?” I nodded again. “You’d better, because that’s next.” Once again, he put his cock inside his pants. He looked at the bear and said, “I’m going to go let the rest of the pigs in. Let him loose and explain things to him.” Master went upstairs and his friend untied me and released the gag. He then went and plopped onto a sofa. “Come on over here, sit down with me. I don’t bite, at least not without being asked first.” I walked over and set down. He scooted over next to me and put a hairy arm across my shoulder. It felt erotic, but it was gentle and friendly too. “Sir wants me to explain something to you. He usually lets me out of all his piggy friends do the explanation because I’m a big softy.” He laughed, patted his stomach, and added, “And I don’t just mean my bear belly.” I laughed a little myself. Yeah, I was high as fuck and horny as could be, but a break from the intense sexuality of the past few hours felt good, too. “So, you know you’re being trained, right.” “Yeah, to serve. I’m getting to really explore my sub side. It’s hot, too.” “Right, but it’s not just that. Sir’s a huge dom pig, you know that. And he says you’re a great sub. But he’s got a bigger goal than that. His real point is to let you unlock your piggy side. He loves helping men explore their inner pig. Me, all of his friends, we’ve all been trained by him.” “Really?” “You wanna know how we first met?” “Sure.” “But let’s have some more Tina first. Oh, he hates hearing it called Tina or Miss T or whatever. He says that’s for twinks and disrespects its potency. But he’s not here now, is he?” He handed me the pipe. As I applied the torch, he said, “Blow a huge cloud if you want. You know he hates that, but I know it turns you on, and it does for me, too.” I took the hit, leaned my head back, and let out a slow, swirling cloud. “Niiiiiice,” he said, then took a hit of his own. He blew a few smoke rings. “Pretty cool, huh? I learned that when I was in college taking weed hits from a bong. “Anyway, how sir and I met. I just live a couple of blocks from here. One of the neighbors was having a cookout and we were both there. We were checking each other out, chatting some, then he asked me to come back to his place for a beer. We both knew he meant sex, so I came over here. “He gave me a beer, I sipped it some, we talked some, touched each other some, then he asked if I had any kinks. I said I’d like to try some BDSM, then he asked me to wait a bit. He left, then came back covered in leather, and just about melted. I wanted to take orders from him. “Then he asked if I wanted to get high. I figured he meant we’d and said ‘Sure, sounds good’, but he pulled out his pipe and baggie. He told me it was meth and that I’d get really high and really kinky. I wanted him, so he gave me a hit and then I served him for hours and hours. Wildest night of my life till then. Plenty of wilder nights since then with him and his piggy friends. And what he’s doing is initiating you into that exclusive collection of pigs.” “Wow. I… I… yeah, that sounds really hot.” “And yeah, we all started out as subs, but we get to be doms, too. If you want to serve us all, that’s fine, we can’t all be doms all the time, but I’ve found I like being the dom sometimes, too.” “I’d try it.” “Good pig! Never refuse the chance to explore a new piggy experience. Now, there’s a few more things you’ll have to do before becoming one of us. One I’m sure you’ve figured out, and that’s sir is going to take that massive cock of his and pound you so hard and deep you’ll think you’re gonna split in half.” I couldn’t do anything but moan in anticipation. He smiled and continued. “In fact, we’ll all pound you. The other things sir will tell you himself.” I looked at him and said, “I want you in me now.” “I want to be in you too, but that can wait. Sir’s orders. I can, though, do this.” He reached between my legs and started stroking me. I gasped in surprise and excitement. I reached between his legs and started stroking him too. His moans told me he enjoyed it, too. After a while he pulled back, took another hit, bent down and blew it over my cock. I was about to return the favor when he said, “No, let’s do a shotgun.” I started my hit and he opened his mouth. I pressed my lips to his, exhaled, then his tongue touched mine. The shotgun became a kiss and our hands started touching each other’s bodies. Things keep getting more intense until we heard a group coming down stairs. We broke apart and I saw master with four other men. Master looked at me and asked, “Did he explain things to you?” “Yes, master, he did.” “Do you think you can serve all of us? A half dozen pigs, chemmed up on T?” “Yes, master.” “We’ll see. Get ready for the ultimate in being a sex slave.” more to cum