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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

My mind raced with anticipation. I was finally going to experience the joy of my master’s cock inside my body. I wanted to show him the proper respect. “I’m not worthy, master.” “Of course you’re not. That’s why you’re a slave. But I’m training you so you are worthy.” “Thank you, master. I want to learn to serve you better.” He lifted his massive member and held it in front of my face. “Just lick the shaft first, like when I allowed to touch me.” “Yes, master.” I extended my tongue and ran it along the base. I’ve always been very oral and I’ve serviced plenty of cocks with my mouth and loved doing it, but just the taste of master’s cock was nearly orgasmic to me. It tasted of sweat and piss and cum and I desperately wanted to take it deep into my mouth. I kept licking his shaft, wishing I had a longer tongue. Master grunted a little. “Not bad, slave. Lick the tip now.” I lavished attention on it, licking every glorious bit of it. I’d occasionally look up at master, wanting to see if I was pleasing him, but he remained impassive. “Lick my balls now.” I continued to do as ordered, excitement rising in me, till master pulled away. “Slave does know how to use his mouth.” “Thank you, master.” “Shut up. Take my cock into your mouth.” Oh, God, I had wanted this moment. I was finally going to have my master inside me. I took him in as deep as I could, glad that all the dicks I had sucked taught me not to gag. “Thank you, master”, I gasped, opened as wide as I could, then took him as deeply as I could. I’ve been told before I give great head, and I used every technique I could remember. I sucked, i teased the tip with my tongue, I gently ran my teeth along the shaft, I deep-throated him, and all I got were a few moans. Was I unable to please my master? He pulled away. “Not bad. You can give a good blowjob. I suppose if I was some married straight guy letting you do what his wife wouldn’t, I’d have shot a load into you now. But I’m not. I’m a dom sex pig and I’m high as fuck on T. Do you think a blowjob from a dirty meth whore slave will even come close to satisfying me?” “No master.” “Fucking right. It’s time for you to learn how a real man uses his slave’s mouth.” “Please, master, teach me.” “I’ll let you have another hit now. Show your master you’ve learned how to smoke T.” He handed me the big pipe and torch. I took the hit into my lungs, but this time, I held it in as long as I could. I wanted the clouds, but I wanted to show master I had learned my lesson more. When I finally exhaled, only tiny whisps left my mouth. God, I was flying. “Good slave. I’ll have a hit now too.” He did, holding it in even longer than I did. “Now, slave, stay on your knees and open your mouth.” I did as ordered, thrilled at the thoughts of what pig sex my master would show me next. “You’re going to learn how real men, true pigs have oral sex. I’m going to fuck your faggot slave face.” Without another word, he grabbed my head and forced my mouth onto his cock. Holy fucking god, it was intense. With every thrust, master grunted with pleasure. Getting face-fucked was a new experience to me. I had never even fantasized about it, but I was thrilled master had taught me a new way to serve a real man like him. His grunts and moans told me I was serving him well and I hoped he’d fill my mouth with cum. As intense as it was, it just made me want him in my ass even more. Then I made my mistake. I forgot my place as a slave. My hands reached up,and touched his ass, hoping to make his thrusts even deeper. He instantly pulled out. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing touching my ass without permission?” “Oh god, I’m sorry master. I thought…” “You’re not here to think, you useless little shit! Why did you think you were worthy of that?” “I wanted to help master thrust deeper! It was so hot and…” “You think a pig like me needs help! What I need is a slave who knows his place!” “I’ll do better, master. Please let me…” “I ought to kick your ass put into the street, call the police and tell them there’s a naked tweaker in the neighborhood!” I could feel the raw anger radiating from him and god help me, it turned me on. “I need more meth. Don’t even look at me while I smoke.” I closed my eyes and hung my head. I knew I’d be punished, and I wanted to learn what exquisite agony master would dispense to me. I heard the torch ignite and a little later, I heard master put the pipe down. “You may look at me again.” I opened my eyes and master’s expression had changed. He was still rightfully angry at my failure, but it was a calmer fury. “You’re lucky I already told my pig friends I had a new slave to serve their animal needs. I don’t give a fuck about you but I don’t want to disappoint them. You’ll still have to be punished.” “I know master. Shall I assume the position for another paddling?” I tried to disguise how I really wanted to have my ass beaten again. He laughed with scorn and derision. “Fuck no! I know a slave like you enjoys it when his master paddles his ass. I’ve got a bullwhip…” God, I wasn’t sure I could take being flogged but the high made me willing to try. Master shook his head. “No. I have a better idea. I know how I can make you really suffer.” I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that he’d pick up his phone and call someone. “Come on over now. Yeah, the new slave is still here. He needs a punishment and you’re going to help teach him a lesson.” Master put down his phone. “There’ll be another pig here in five minutes. Get ready for another lesson.” More to cum

I excitedly wondered what master wanted me to do next. He pointed. “There’s a chair under a blanket over there. Lift off the blanket and wait.” I had an idea what was next and it thrilled me. I lifted the blanket to reveal what I expected — a rim seat. “Have you ever eaten ass, slave?” “Yes, master.” “You liked it, didn’t you?” “Very much, master.” “A dirty little slave like you knows his purpose is to please other men and revels in it. Get under it.” My ass, still sore from the beatings, smarted as lay down on my back, head under the chair. I knew I deserved it because I failed my master. He took off his pants, walked towards the chair and set down. God, his naked ass was gorgeous, and I desperately wanted to please it. “I’m going to have another hit before you start. You’ll probably be lousy at it so I need the T to make it somewhat enjoyable for me.” I heard the torch ignite. Even unable to see, it turned me on. My tongue wanted to start licking him. He put the pipe down. “Get to work, slave. Show me you’re worth your master’s time.” I raised my head and started slowly licking, his cheeks first. “Do it like you mean it, you useless piece of shit! This isn’t foreplay with some twink you picked up in a bar! You are rimming the ass of a real man!” Desperate to please my master, I plunged my face between his butt cheeks and started furiously tonguing his hole. Even though his glorious ass was clean the aroma was intoxicating, the smell of a true man. After a few seconds, I could feel him tightening his ass a bit. He let out a low moan. Knowing I was pleasing my master made me go at it with even more intensity. “Good slave. There may be hope for you yet.” I kept at it, wanting to continue pleasing him. He moaned more. “I think you’ve earned another hit, slave. Take the pipe and torch from the floor and have one.” I looked. It was master’s huge pipe, not the one he allowed me to use earlier. “May I use your pipe, master?” “Only because I don’t want you to have to stop long enough to get the small one.” I put the pipe into my mouth, aroused just because it had previously been in my master’s mouth. I hoped he’d eventually be gracious enough to shotgun me. “Blow a cloud if you want. I know it will excite you. You’re doing adequately well now, so maybe it will encourage you to perform better.” I knew what to do. I had parTied before. I lit the torch and held the flame under the huge bowl, waited for it to fill with vapor, then drew them into my lungs. I had never taken a hit so big before. Previous highs seemed like nothing to me. I slowly let the cloud out and watched it move down my chest and swirl around my cock. God, it felt good. “Get your face back in my ass slave.” I did as ordered, the meth encouraging me. Master took another hit. When I took a brief break for air, I could see he was stroking his cock. That thrilled me, knowing I was serving him so well. “Nibble me, slave.” I did and he growled. “Harder.” I bit and he responded with, “Yeah, yeah. Good slave.” That may have lasted ten minutes, it may have lasted two hours. Unbridled lust and potent T ruined my time perception but I didn’t give a fuck. Master finally said, “Enough for now. You’ve shown me you know how to use your tongue.” “Thank you, master. I’m glad I could please you so.” He stood and put his leather pants back on, but I could see his massive bulge outlined by them. “I’ll bet you love having a cock in your mouth, slave.” Excitement surged in me at the thought of feeling him in my mouth. “I do master.” “Little sub pigs like you always do. You know you exist to please other men. All you want is cocks in your pathetic holes.” “Master understands me. Thank you.” “Bullshit. I don’t understand you. That would be like understanding my cock pump. You’re just a thing for my pleasure.” I knew he was right, and it left me even more aroused. “You’re right, master.” “Do you want my cock inside your mouth?” “Yes, master, there’s nothing I want more than…” “Lying little faggot. We both know what you really want.” I nodded. “I know, master. I’ve not earned that privilege yet.” My ass ached to feel him inside it, to be pounded as I begged for more. “Approach your master.” I started to step towards him, then I remembered my unworthiness. I got on my hands and knees and crawled towards the glorious man who was allowing me to serve him. I stopped and rise to my knees, my face maybe six inches from the gigantic bulge in his pants. “Another hit, slave?” I was already higher than I ever thought possible, but I wasn’t going to refuse. “If master thanks I deserve it.” “You don’t, but I want to make sure you’re ready for what’s next. I’ll go first.” He put the pipe in his mouth, applied the torch, inhaled, then… Oh, holy fuck, he bent down, pressed his lips to mine, and exhaled a cloud into my mouth. “Pass it back to me, slave”, he hissed. I pressed my lips to his and exhaled into his mouth. God, I thought I was high before, but the thrill of a shotgun from my master made it even more intense. “That was your reward for doing a good job using your mouth on my ass. If you can serve my cock as well, slave, there’s a better reward.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen cock. “Get ready, slave. This will be a more difficult test.” More to cum

“Back on your knees, slave.” I knelt before him, eager to please. The meth was destroying my inhibitions, and it was so fucking hot. “My boots are dirty,” he said. He looked at me, waiting for me to respond. “May I clean your boots, master?” “Good slave, anticipating what his master wants.” For a moment, I expected him to hand me rags and polish, then I remembered my role as a slave. I crawled towards him and started to lick his leather-clad feet. “You’ve failed me again.” “I’m sorry, master.” “A proper slave demonstrates how he enjoys serving his master. Try again.” I resumed my duty, but this time, I moaned with delight. I wasn’t just faking it to please master, I did love doing it. Serving my master was the most erotic experience of my life. It was dirty, filthy, sleazy, and oh so hot. My rational side was whispering to me it was the meth, but my libido was screaming for another hit. I looked up at master and he was ignoring me, as befits my role. He was looking at his phone and typing on it. Part of me hoped he was filming me to upload to a porn site. I finished and looked up at master. “I’ve finished master.” He looked down briefly. “You missed a spot.” “I’m sorry master. I’ll do bet…” “Just shut your fucking mouth. You know sorry isn’t enough. What does this mean?” “You’ll punish me again, master.” I wanted to be punished and master knew it. “Not the crop this time. I like my slaves to get new experiences.” He went to his cabinet and removed a wooden paddle. “You know what I expect.” He walked around me, then stopped. “I’m not sure you’re worth my time. You’ve disappointed me twice and I’ve not even pulled out my cock yet. I’ve been messaging my friends. They want to come over, parTy and fuck. They’re real men, not useless faggots like you.” “Please master, I’ll do better. I want to be your slave, satisfy you.” “Let’s see if you know how to respond to punishment. Get ready.” He raised the paddle. I thought of all the kink porn I had watched. The paddle struck my already raw ass. Fuuuuuucccck, it hurt, but the meth coursing through my body made it feel incredible, too. “One!”, I shouted, then added, “Thank you master may I have another!” “Good slave. You want to be punished. You know your place. Yes, you may have another.” A second, even harder. “Two! Please master, punish me again!” He laughed and swung again. “Three! More master, more!” “No,” he hissed and dropped the paddle. “Something different now.” He bent down and reached his massive arms around me. God, I had never been so aroused. I was afraid I’d shoot a load and master would kick me out. He then grabbed both my nipples and twisted hard. I had done nip play before but never like that. It took all I had to keep from screaming, but I wanted more. He stood up. I was gasping from pain and ecstasy. “Thank you, master.” “I need my cock out. Do you want to see it?” “Yes, master, please.” “Do you realize what an honor it is to even view my manhood?” “Yes, master. I know I don’t deserve it.” “Few do.” He unzipped his pants and pulled it out. Even flaccid, it was huge. “You’re not ready to make me hard.” “I know, master. I’m unworthy of it.” “Just watch.” He went to his cabinet again and pulled out a transparent pump. He stroked himself briefly to start to get hard, inserted his member into it, then started to pump. I watched it swell to massive size, porn huge. God, I wanted it so much. I thought I was horny before but I never wanted anything like my need to serve that beautiful cock. “Tell master what you think.” “I want to service it. I want it inside me, my mouth and my ass. I want my master’s seed.” “You’re not ready, certainly not for my seed. But I have a treat for you, my little chem pig.” He reached for his pipe, and took a massive hit. But he didn’t exhale into the air. Instead, he took the rubber pump off and blew into the tube, filling the pump with gorgeous clouds. I gasped. “Oh God oh fuck thank you master.” He took off the pump. That extraordinary cock protruded from his leather pants. “Show master how good you are at controlling yourself. You may touch it, one finger, just the shaft.” My hand was quivering as I reached to him. I wanted to take him in my mouth but I understood I had to follow orders. I slowly ran my pointer finger along the top. Master let out a low, deep growl. “You may be worth the effort after all. Touch the bottom now.” I did and he growled again. “Now the tip.” I did as told and he nodded. “Stroke the shaft with your hand.” I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked. “Tighter. Faster.” His growls became moans. I was pleasing my master, and it thrilled me. “Stop now.” I released. “You want to suck it, don’t you, slave?” “If master allows it.” “I have to see how good you are with your tongue first.” More to cum

He finally came down, dressed head-to-toe in leather. A cap, a vest that showed his beautiful hairy chest, and pants so tight they looked like they were glued on. ”Do you like what you see?” ”Yes, master.” ”What does it make you want to do?’ ”Serve my master, please my master.” ”Fucking right, slave.” He looked at my naked body. “Flabby, fat, weak, and a small cock. If I wasn’t such a generous master, I’d kick you out now. But your cock doesn’t matter. Why is that, slave?” “Your cock is all that matters, master.” ”That’s correct. You’re not even allowed to touch yours without permission.” He paused and opened a drawer. “I’m going to get high now. You’ve not earned a hit of Tina yet.” He pulled out a pipe with an already loaded bowl the size of a tennis ball and a torch. “You said you’ve parTied before. I bet the clouds turned you on, made you horny, made that tiny dick hard.” ”You’re right master.” “Worthless little chem fags like you always do. I don’t understand it. Clouds floating in the air aren’t making anyone high. But because I’m a good master…” He put the pipe in his mouth, lit the torch, and heated the crystals in the bowl. I was transfixed as I watch him inhale, pause, lean his head back, then release a massive cloud. My cock, already swollen from being in the presence of my gorgeous, glorious master, tingled. I wanted to do whatever it took for him to allow me the honor of flying high with him. “Thank you, master” I whispered. ”Fuck yeah” he said. “That’s really potent T. You’re gonna be so fucking high when I decide you’ve earned it.” “I want to earn it, master. Tell me how I can please you.” “For starters… what do you call someone who is paid for sex?” “A whore, master.” “Good slave. And how, my little whore, are you getting paid?” “With T, master.” “You’re getting closer.” “With meth. Master gives me meth for serving him.” “Good slave. So that makes you a…” “Meth whore, master.” “Exactly right. You’re just my dirty meth whore. Tell master who you are.” “Your dirty meth whore, master.” “Approach me.” I took a step towards him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? A slave isn’t allowed to come to his master standing! On your fucking knees, you useless fucking faggot!” I dropped to my knees and hung my head in shame. “Please forgive me, master.” “No. There’s one way a slave is forgiven. You have to be punished.” “I know, master.” Holy fuck, I was turned on now. “Ask master to punish you.” “Please master, punish me. Allow me to earn your forgiveness.” He didn’t respond, just went to a cabinet and opened it. “Turn around and don’t look,” he ordered. “Wait to see what I have for you.” It only took a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. He approached me from behind. “Turn your head.” I did and saw he was holding a riding crop. “You know what’s next, right?” I nodded.“Yes, master.” “Tell me what’s next.” “You’ll beat my ass with it, master.” “Why?” “So I learn to serve my master better.” “Pain is the only way to teach useless shits like you anything. Get on all fours.” I did as he walked behind me. “Don’t yell out. Just count the swats. Show me you have the potential to be man enough to serve me.” He raised his arm. I heard the crop slice the air and… oh, fuck it hurt! But it felt even better. It was my first real lesson as being a sex slave, a meth whore, and I fucking wanted more. “One!” I yelled. Two more blows. I counted them as ordered. He walked around in front of me. “You took your punishment well. What do you say now.” “Thank you, master.” “For what?” “Thank you for training me to serve you, master.” “Good. Are you ready for your first hit from the pipe?” “If master thinks I am.” “Beg for it. Show me you’re a meth whore.” “Please master, make me high. I don’t deserve it, I know. I’ll earn it, I swear.” “You’re fucking right you’ll earn it.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a smaller pipe. “You don’t get to use my big one, not yet. You’ve not proven you’re worthy to have your lips touch something my lips have touched.” He loaded the pipe from a huge baggie of crystals. “Stay on all fours.” He put the pipe into my mouth. “Inhale when ordered, whore. Only exhale when I tell you. No pansy-ass clouds. I want you higher than you’ve ever been” He held the torch under the bowl. I could see the vapor swirling. “Inhale.” I did. My lungs filled with potent clouds. He pulled the pipe away. “Wait… wait…” My lungs felt like they were about to burst, but the rush was hitting me too. “Exhale.” I finally did. Just a few wisps came out. “How do you feel, slave?” “Oh god, oh god, I’m flying, master. Thank you, thank you.” I was talking a thousand miles an hour. “Stop acting like a fucking tweaker. I didn’t allow you a hit so you fucking chat. Tell your master how it makes you feel!” I knew what he wanted to hear. “Ready to serve my master. I’ll do whatever he wants. Anything. I’m his meth whore now.” “Fucking right. You may approach me.” My chemmed-up mind was racing with thoughts of what might be next. Whatever my master wanted me to do, I wanted to do it. I was his to command and I loved it. I crawled towards him. When I was about three feet away, he ordered, “Stop. Rise before me.” I did. “You need to be marked.” He pulled a sharpie out of a drawer. “Come closer.” I did until he put a hand on my shoulder. Dear God, just that touch was extraordinarily erotic. He uncapped the sharpie. “Close your eyes.” I did and felt him write on my chest. “Turn around.” I did, and felt him writing on my back. “Open your eyes. Tell me what it says on your chest.” I looked down. “Meth whore.” “That’s right. And your back says ‘Cum dumpster’.” “Thank you master. I know that’s what I am.” “You fucking love it, too, don’t you.” “Yes, master. I love existing to serve you. I love being rewarded with the pipe. I love being trained…” “Shut the fuck up. It’s time to get to work on earning your next hit.” More to cum

I did as I was told, went to the address, and knocked on the door. He answered. “Get your fag ass inside.” I complied and walked into his living room. He wasn’t in leather anymore, just tight jeans and an even tighter shirt. Even then, he looked like a god to me. I desperately wanted to please him. My cock was tingling, my hole was quivering with anticipation. ”I want to make sure you know what you’re here for. This isn’t a hookup. This isn’t just a kink session. This will last for many hours. You are here to serve me as a sexual slave. You will have no other purpose than to please me. There will be pain if you do not perform to my high standards. You will be rewarded if you do well. Do you understand?” ”Yes sir.” ”I have piggy friends I will invite for you to serve if I think you can. Do you want that?” ”If sir wants it.” “Good answer. Everything is what I want. What you want is what I want for you, nothing more, nothing less. Tell me why you are here.” ”To serve you, sir. To do whatever sir wants. To be your slave.” ”That’s right. You’ve earned your first reward.” He reached down and gave the crotch of my pants one stroke. I moaned with ecstatic pleasure. “Thank you sir.” ”Do you think you deserved that?” ”No sir. I’m lucky to even look at you sir.” “Of course you don’t. You’re lucky I’m a benevolent master. Two more things. First, I’m a master not a monster. If it’s ever too much for you, just say ‘No more John’. It’s not my real name because you don’t deserve to know my real name. Understand that if you do, you will never be allowed to serve me again. Is that clear?” ”Yes sir.” “Last thing. No more calling me sir. You will call my friends that if I think you are worthy. What do you think I expect to be called?” ”Master.” ”Fucking right. Who are you?” ”Your slave.” ”Say it like you mean it.” “I am your slave, master!” ”Louder, you worthless piece of shit!’ I shouted it again. ”Good.” He motioned to a door. “Get downstairs and take off your clothes. These a bathroom. Take a shower. I like my slaves to be clean before I make them so dirty.” I did as I was told and stood in his basement, filled with anticipation about what was next. I knew I was in for a wild ride, and I couldn’t wait. More to cum

I’ve always had a submissive side, sexually. I’ve been tied up a few times, gotten spanked, but I wanted more. So, I went to a leather bar, hoping to find a dom guy who’d show me the ropes… and the sling, the handcuffs, the paddle… I had been there about half an hour when I saw him. Bearded, muscular, leather pants and vest, like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life. My cock was tingling. I walked up to him and said “Hi”. He didn’t even look at me, just grunted and growled, “You can do better.” ”Hello, sir.” “What do you want?” I gulped and thought for a second that seemed like forever. “To serve.” ”There’s a Denny’s down the street with a Help Wanted sign. Why don’t you get out of my sight and go there?” “I want to serve you, sir.” He finally turned to look at me. It was clear he was unimpressed. “What makes you think a fat little faggot like you is capable of serving a man like me?” ”Nothing sir.” ”Why do you think you deserve to even be in my presence?” ”I don’t sir.” ”You’re Goddamn right you don’t. You’re lucky, though. I just dismissed my last slave. I caught the little queer looking at Grindr. He had the nerve to even consider being with another man without my orders. I just kicked his lousy ass out. I should have paddled him, but he would have enjoyed it. Do you want to try to replace him?” ”Please, sir.” ”You’ll be expected to be my sexual slave. You will serve my every whim. And I have friends you’ll serve too..” I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was I ready? ”Are you fucking hesitating?” ”No, sir! I want to serve you! I want to be your slave!” “That’s better. Have you ever parTied?’ “Yes sir. A little sir” I had hoped that would be part of it. I’m sure he could tell I wanted to get high with him. ”Did it make you willing to do things you had never done before?” ”Yes sir.” “Tina is good for making a slave more willing. Are you going to earn it? Good slaves get rewarded.” ”Yes, sir.” “Good.” He wrote down an address on a bar napkin. “Be there in two hours, ready to serve.” More to cum

That’s how I’d respond, too. Beg for poz cock in my hole.

I’ve always wanted to get fucked through a glory hole.

I love sucking cocks through glory holes at an ABS. Just find a booth with a hole, wait for a dick to emerge, drop to my knees, start sucking and wait to be rewarded with a load shooting into my piggy throat. Totally sleazy and completely anonymous.

That’s one of my favorite fantasies, getting used for days by a group of dom pigs, nothing more than a collection of holes for their pleasure. Even better if the dom-in-chief whores me out. But cheap, maybe $5 to use my mouth and $10 for my ass. I’m not just a whore, I’m a cheap whore.

I wish I had a theater like that near me. Anon chem sex in sleazy public places is fucking hot and hot fucking.

I go to a bathhouse, the sleazier the better. I strip naked then get someone to use a Sharpie to write “Meth Whore” on one side of my ass and “Insert Toxic Loads Here” on the other. Then, I take a few hits of Tina from the pipe. Next. I start taking cock after cock. I service as many men as possible with my mouth, my hands and especially my ass. Miss Tina keeps me going like she does so well, and her sister Gina does too.. I drink chem piss. Somebody offers me my first slam, but I have to earn it by taking his beer can sized pierced cock without screaming. I manage somehow, then I watch as the needle enters my awaiting vein, making me higher than I’ve ever been. This continues for days. I’ve explored dozens of kinks and served hundreds of men. The room reeks of sweat and piss, with the floor sticky with the cum that’s dripped out of my ass. I finally go home exhausted to sleep it off, having fulfilled my role as the dirty little meth whore I know I am. Once I get the confirmation I’m poz, I get the biohazard tattoo I earned. I go to the bathhouse again, willing to top anyone else anyone who wants to be poz. I’m usually a bottom, but It’s my duty as a poz chem pig to share the gift with anyone else who wants it. Miss Tina is an evil little bitch for showing me that I’m a dirty submissive whore meant to be used like that, isn’t she? She taught me to be a pig, to be used to please men, unleashed a side of me that I never knew existed. I should hate her for it, but I want her to take me even further.

Holy fuck, that was hot. I need to get chemmed up and whored out like that.

I want, no, I need, to be used like that, my mouth and ass taking cock after cock.

I need to get used like that.

That was fucking hot. I’d love to be used like that.

I’d have to be really fucking high to let a dom pig put a noose around my neck. I love how Tina eliminates my inhibitions like that.

That is incredibly fucking hot! I want a dominant pig to use me just like that.

That’s how I feel. If it’s a hookup, maybe, but if I’m at the dirty book store, all I want on my lips is cock.