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Oh, I wish that was me. High as fuck in a sleazy bookstore and taking massive thug cock.

I wish there was more to this!

Mmmm... I love the thought of getting spit-roasted and both cocks shooting at the same moment.

Oh, fuck, I want that to be me. Get a dominant pig to slam me, fuck my ass with his poz seed, then let a horde of his pig friends use me as their cum dumpster, all as an offering to S@t@n.

On my knees, through a gloryhole.

That was incredibly hot!

The sleazy motel makes this hot story even hotter.

I love letting Miss Tina take charge of me like that.

I want you to continue the story and I want to be you in the story.

Oh fuck, reading that has me rock-hard.

I want to explore Satanism, submit myself to a Dark Master, and explore depravity.

oh, yeah. Let me earn a pig mask, but make me fucking work for it. Tina showed me I've got a pig side, now I want to explore it.

Holy fuck, that's hot. I'm really high now, which is good, because the story wouldn't appeal to me sober. But when Tina turns me into a massive sub that wants to be used like the dirty meth whore I can be, that presses all my piggy buttons.

Miss T is an evil nasty bitch and I love her.

The story is fiction, but it's based on the fantasies I get when I'm high. I'm partnered, so they're staying fantasies, but if I was unattached. I'd like to live them out. The narrator is pretty much me, especially the vanilla while sober part. And I admit I find it really fucking hot to know I have that side of me. Just take the glass dick, have a couple of hits, and I'm transformed into a sex pig. And part of me says, "that's the meth talking", and part of me says, "so what? that's even part of what makes it hot. enjoy it, whore."

I don't know if I'd really want it, but I do like the fantasy of it.

Part three, now available.

And now part three.

Part one of this story And part two Master led slut and I to his car. He handed us blindfolds. "Put these on. You don't get to see where we're going. This is an exclusive gathering of true sex pigs. Whore is the entertainment. Slut is my special guest. They normally don't allow spectators, but since I'm bringing Whore, Slut's allowed to watch and learn." We drove for about half an hour. Had I not been, well, so fucking high and horny, maybe I could have guessed where me went. But all I could think of was what was in store for me. My cock was throbbing. Master sensed it, too. "You bitches are horned up, right?" "Yes, sir!" I responded. "Want to touch your cocks?" "Yes, sir!" I said again, and slut did, too. "Forget it. Whore needs to do his show, and slut needs to watch and learn. Maybe after you can get relief." "Master owns our cocks, slut," I advised. "But he rewards us for being good whores by getting us high and letting us play with our selves. You think you can handle that? You only play with your cock if master says?" "If it pleases him." "Damn right. All we care about is pleasing him. We know we're just toys to him, but we love it. Right?" "Just meth whores, doing anything to serve him and earn more hits." Master laughed. "You two really know your places. But you're about to see what it really means to be a chem whore, some dirty pig who'll do anything to get high, and do anything when he's high. Whore, you ready for it?" "Holy fuck, yes." "Slut, you want to see what you're training for?" "If master thinks I deserve it." "You don't deserve anything. Everything a whore like you gets is a favor, a reward. You're here so you can see what I want you to do after you've learned more." "Thank you sir, I hope I can serve you as well as whore does." Master stopped the car. "We're here. Take off your blindfolds; no need to walk across the yard and fall." I took it off. Holy shit, we were at some kind of mansion. "This is why you were blindfolded. Our host... if I told you who he was, you'd know the name. He stays masked. You might see faces you recognize here, but a whore doesn't talk about who he serves, right?" "No, sir," we both responded. "Slut, get out of the car. I need to talk to whore alone." Slut did, and whore spoke to me. Not in his giving orders voice, in his everyday voice. "Okay, man, drop the master/slave for a minute, we're just friends now. I'm telling you right now, you're gonna get used rough and hard. This is wilder by far than anything you've done. 100 percent full meth whore. You sure you want this? If you back out, I'll tell them you lost your nerve, we'll go home. These guys will be pissed as hell at me, but you're enough of a friend I'm gonna give you the chance. You sure you want this?" I thought about it. I remembered how vanilla I used to be, and how much I had changed. I thought how much I loved getting high, and losing my inhibitions. I thought about how incredibly hot I found it to serve a man sexually, And I wondered if I wanted to go even further, asked if I'd hate myself later. I made up my mind. "Will Master keep me high?" "Dirty little meth whore," he said. "And proud of it." "Let's go." We went into the house. He led me into the basement, and I found a large room, with maybe two dozen guys in there. Some in leather, some naked. Some were stroking their own cock, some were stroking another guys. Some sucking was going on, too. Pipes were being passed, too. I was surprised to see faces I knew. The guy who did the weather on channel six was there, in assless chaps. I watched him take a huge hit, and thought "I'll never hear him say 'mostly cloudy' again and not laugh." There was a guy who was on city council, a couple of CEO's from good sized businesses and... fuck. One guy from work. Not someone I work with myself, but I know I've seen him in the building. But I remembered he's naked and smoking meth at some pig party. What's he gonna do, tell HR what he was doing when he saw me? A man in a full face mask -- I guess the host -- spoke. "Our guests of honor our here. Would you care to introduce your slaves?" Master pointed to me, "This one I call whore, because that's all he is. He's going to serve all of you tonight. Slut here is just beginning his training. He's watching. Right now, he's mine, so don't touch him. He's going to watch and learn. Right, slut?" "Yes sir, I want to learn to please you." "Whore, what do you want?" "The pipe. I'm just a meth whore. I'll do anything to get high and I'll do anything when I am high." The men all laughed. Master looked around the room. "I think he deserves a hit just for knowing his place." Our host handed him a pipe. "This is very potent. I paid twice my normal cost, because I wanted the best for this esteemed group of men who love sex." Master took a hit for himself first. "Ooooooo... fuck! You're not kidding, this is amazing stuff, I should make whore earn it, but I want him to be really high. C'mere, whore, take a big hit, and get ready to fly." He handed me the pipe and lit the torch. I put the pipe in my mouth, and he held the torch to it. I saw the vapor being to swirl, and I began to inhale. "Take as much as you can, and hold it in as long as you can. Fuck the cloud, just get high." I did. It was incredibly strong. Even before I exhaled, I was higher than I've ever been, I finally exhaled, only tiny whisps of a cloud. And I wanted nothing but cock. I dropped to my knees, ready to suck any of the cocks in the room. Master laughed. "First, you're still dressed. Get naked, like a whore should be." I did. "Second, did you think you'd be on your knees? Show him where he's spending the night." Someone flipped a switch on the wall, and I heard a motor above me. And I watched the sling descend. "Get in," Master said, as it reached the floor. I laid down on my stomach, some of the other men put the padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. "You;ll be here for hours, whore. The padding will make it easier." I heard the motors again and I was lifted off the floor till I was about waist high, of course. Master spoke again. "Now, whore... a pig like you doesn't care whose attached to it, all you want is cock, right?" "Yes sir." "So you don't get to see anything. Where's the mask?" Someone passed him something black. "The nose is open so you can breathe. The mouth is open so you can... have stuff in it. The ears are open so you can hear orders. The eyes are sealed, because the point is you don't get to see who you're pleasing now. You like that?' Holy fuck did I. I was higher by far than I'd ever been, completely overwhelmed by a massive meth high. "Yes. Whatever master says. Anything. Just let me..." "Have some cock?" I nodded, and the world went black as the mask covered my eyes. I felt my cock swelling, dangling below me. Master addressed the room. "Shall we let our host use him first?" The applause indicated approval. I felt someone move between my legs, and I gasped with delight as I finally felt a cock in my ass. Master's forceful, intense fucking was something I had grown to like, and this guy was just as forceful. My moans let him know I loved it. Master spoke again. "He can please more than one pig at once. He's got two hands and a mouth. C'mon, use him. He's here for your pleasure." It didn't take long till I had a cock in each hand and one in my mouth. It was overwhelming to me, to be used like that, just a toy for a room full of sex pigs. I felt dirty, I felt sleazy, and I loved it. The cocks started switching around. Nobody came at first; someone said they didn't want to shoot early. I had two cocks in my mouth a couple of times, another two in my ass at least once (I was hoping they'd come at the same time, but I knew that wasn't likely). I'm pretty sure the neck of a beer bottle went in there, once, too. I got spanked, I got pissed on, I had my nipples twisted, I got fisted. I managed to rim an ass blindfolded -- aiming wasn't easy, but I did it. I loved every second of it. They rewarded me with the pipe, keeping me higher than I've ever been. They started giving me their loads. Some in my mouth, a few shot across my hands, but most shot in my ass. After several loads were left in my rear, I heard someone ask Master if he could suck them out of me. Master told him, "do what you want. he exists to serve." I'd only been rimmed a couple of times before then, and never had loads sucked out. It felt amazing. I kept at it for hours. Even high, I was feeling exhausted after what must have been several hours. I took one last load in my ass, and I felt the sling lower me to the floor. I felt the mask leave my face. I blinked, getting used to the light, but could see Master. "Whore, you did great. You served your role with distinction. And I can tell you loved every minute of it." I almost said, "well, maybe not the beer bottle", but was too pleased that I was such a good whore. Master started opening the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then he called slut over. "Do you want to be in that sling, slut?" "Yes, sir!" "Are you ready to work for it, to earn it?" "Yes, sir!" "Good slut." Master helped me get up off the floor. I could see there was less than half the original crowd remaining. "Some went off for two or threesomes, a few went home. The rest of these guys, they just liked watching you." He thought for a minute, then whispered to slut. Slut nodded, and Master spoke to the room. "Want to see slut reward whore for his work?" They applauded. Master told me, "go, sit in that chair. Spread your legs." I did, slut knelt down. He started stroking me, and was damn good at it. "Does he deserve a hit, whore?" Master asked. "If you let me have one first, master." Master handed me the pipe, and I had another hit. I blew the cloud onto slut, knowing it was a fetish for him like me. I asked him, "have you had any of this tonight?" "A little. Master said I'd have to earn a taste of something that potent. Just a tiny hit, hours ago, and I still feel great." "Master, he has earned it, right?" He nodded. I hate it for him, and watched him inhale. I swear, his eyes bugged out as it hit him. "Blow it on my cock, slut." He did, a huge cloud. I didn't have to tell him what to do next. He was like me, as soon as the pipe leaves his mouth, he wants to replace it with cock. Like before, what he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm. He had to work at it -- I was exhausted and had tina dick -- but eventually my moans made it clear I was about to shoot. "Don't come in his mouth. He's not earned that." I pulled out, unsure what to do. Was master going to make me hold off? I thought that wouldn't be a master slave thing; that would be him being a jerk... Then he surprised the hell out of me when he knelt down. "One time only, whore. But you deserve this, and if anyone owns your load, it's me." And he put his mouth on my swollen cock and sucked me. And was damn good. I had been close already, and quickly shot a massive load. Master stood, reached for a tissue, and spat out my cum. "You didn't think you had earned me swallowing your load, did you? I've never even sucked one of my toys before now." I stood up, and started to walk to my clothes, still piled on the floor, when one of the men still there said, "can we watch the slut play with his cock?" "Why the fuck not? He's the only one here who's not gotten to cum tonight. Slut, you've got fifteen minutes. If you shoot by then, great. If not, you save your load till we play again next week. Get to it." He got into the chair I was just in and started yanking his cock. And what a cock -- eight inches, thick, and it looked rock hard. I found myself hoping master would order him to fuck me. He was stroking furiously, moaning, loving being high and aroused. I looked at master. "May I help him, sir? Let me show your friends what he likes." "Go on, sure." I walked up to him. "We've learned some things he likes. This drives him wild." I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted, hard. He screamed with raw sexual delight, and I told the crowd, "he likes pain, and we're going to explore more. But here's what else he likes." "Open your mouth and close your eyes, slut." He did, and I picked up the pipe. I could tell he heard the lighter click and new what it meant, since I saw him stroke faster. I took another huge hit myself, then bent down and exhaled into his mouth. He let the cloud out, and gasped "thank you! I love it! I love being high!" I almost laughed. It took a young party boi to say that. But I just encouraged him: "I can tell. You'll love this, too." And I put my mouth on his cock and went to work, His entire body was shaking he was so aroused, and he shot into my mouth in seconds. And his load was as huge as his cock -- I half expected him to look like a deflated balloon from shooting so much. Things wound down after that. We got dressed and master drove us back to his place. He told us not to bother with the blindfolds, since we were both too spent to pay attention to where we were, Which was right, but he told me later the secrecy was just to make it more erotic. I told him it worked. I went back to my own home soon after we arrived at master's place. I spent several hours doing nothing, really. Master gave me a small supply to take home and I smoked a little, but nothing much. I looked at my cabinet of cleaning supplies, and joked to myself, "how come meth never makes me want to clean like in those stupid commercials?" When I finally came down enough to sleep, I was in bed, recollecting. Six months before, I was so vanilla sexually you could have sold me at a Baskin-Robbins. The kinkiest I had ever been was rimming one guy, and a threesome with a couple I was friends with. But I was introduced to miss Tina, and she showed me I had kinky, piggy submissive side deep within me, and I loved that it was there. And even after all the wild sexual adventures I had, it still makes me really fucking hot to know that underneath my nerdy, shy self, there's a meth whore who loves to get fucking high and let men use him. Sometimes, my logical, rational side says "it's all phony, you know. you're letting a chemical think for you." And my libido says, "yeah, so what. it's fun," And as I was finally falling asleep, I remembered the guy from work at the party. I wondered what would happen when we ran into each other. Could be interesting.... I've got an epilogue of sorts in mind, too. Maybe next weekend. I need to smoke now.

Hey, even as a iittle kid, I was imaginative. Tina just takes my imagination in a... new direction. And she makes me chatty tweaker, too.

This is a sequel too my previous bit of tina-inspired fiction: https://breeding.zone/topic/24554-how-tina-showed-me-im-a-sub-pig/

I finally wrote part two: https://breeding.zone/topic/30757-my-master-gives-me-a-reward/

My master and I had several play sessions after our first, where he gave me my first taste of tina and it unleashed my inner sub pig. I'd go to his dungeon, he'd give me a big pipe hit, and then tell me what new kink he was going to let me try. I love rimming his ass -- I'm plenty oral anyway, so that came natural to me. He probably wouldn't have had to get me high to rim his gorgeous ass. I certainly didn't mind that he did. He had to get me really high before I let him fist me, but I was glad I did. We turned into friends, too. Not boyfriends. I want a long term relationship, but besides liking to get high and have kinky sex, we had nothing in common. He wanted a full-time master/slave thing, and that's not me. I've got a good day job. Monday-Friday, I'm a nerdy software engineer, but Friday evening, I take off the khakis and polo shirt and and turn into... well, a nasty meth pig. The double life alone turns me on. Someone from work will say, "how was your weekend?" and I'll come up with a lie like "I did some yard work" while I'm thinking, "I spent it smoking crystal meth and trying new perverted sex practices. How about you?" We started getting together for lunch during the week sometimes. One week, he said, "I've got a surprise for you this weekend." "What's that?" "Now, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it? Let's just say you've done great learning how to be a sub pig and you're going to get a reward." I grinned at him. "You're a fucking tease." "Yeah," he replied. "And you love it." I couldn't stop guessing what it was. A new high? He told me before about GHB, but said it was damn hard to find. I had long wondered what it would be like drop acid, but he said he had no idea where to score that. Maybe he had some new toy for us to try. He had mentioned electro-stim, and I said he'd have to get me higher than ever. Maybe he was gonna give me a slam for the first time and just see what inhibitions I had left? He knew the clouds were a fetish for me. Slamming... I wanted to try it, but it also intimidated me a little. I was like the proverbial kid at Christmas, wondering what was in that big box under the tree. Well, except kids don't usually stroke off thinking about what's in the box... I went to his place after work Friday. He let me in and I started to head to the dungeon, when he said, hold on, boi. Master has to show you something." He turned the screen of his laptop to face me. It has a cam showing the dungeon. "I just hooked it up. Several cams, I can act from all angles." I looked confused. "Watch? Won't you be there?" "Not at first." He pressed a button and the view switched to another angle. There was a guy in there. Younger than master and me, looked like he was probably just out of college. He was dressed, but I was guessing swimmers' build. Not really a twink but kind of tending that way. Not my type -- I prefer stocky guys, closed to my own age, but I wouldn't kick him out of bed, either. "That, boi, is your surprise. I met him on-line. He says he's 'bi-curious' but I think he's just in denial about wanting lots of sex with men. And he's got sub fantasies, too." "So I'm going to..." "Give him his first lessons. I want to watch you dominate him. You teach him how to be a good sex pig, then I'll come in and you'll both serve my whims." "I don't know if I could dominate someone." "You want to keep your master satisfied, don't you?" "Yes, sir!" "Then teach him to be a good little pig like you." "Smoke him up?" "Fuck yeah. I asked him if he'd get high. He said he liked smoking weed. I told him this isn't weed; this is something that'll rock your world and make you want to do things you'd never imagine." "And he wants to?" "He said he'd try it once." "So I'm making him into a dirty meth whore like me." "Exactly, boi. Let's go meet him." We went into the dungeon. The new guy looked at me. His face was a mix of curiosity and nervousness. I could tell he was wondering what he was getting into, but wanting to experience something new. My master looked at him. "This, boi, is my best slave. I've been teaching him to be a good little sub sex pig, and how to serve my piggy needs. He's going to give you your first lessons and decide if a inexperienced guy like you is capable of serving my needs. You willing to prove yourself to him before you get to serve me?" "Sure!" "Fuck, you're a remedial student. Failed your first test. Give him his first lesson." "Show some respect to our master. He's not one of your buddies; he's a wild pig and we're lucky to even get the chance to be his sex toys. Try again, with respect." I thought for a moment and added, "Bitch." "Yes sir!" Master said, "that's better. I need to name you two, I can't call you both boi. My experienced slave is 'whore' now, because he's a dirty whore. New guy is slut. I don't even know if he'd one of those, but that'll give him something to aspire to." Slut smiled. "I'll earn it, sir. I'll do what it takes." "Good slut. I'll leave you two alone now. I'll be watching you on the cams as long as you stay interesting. I'll watch porn otherwise." He closed the door and left me with slut. I wasn't sure what to do, so I figured I'd get high and at least turn my perv on. But I figure I'd see how he likes Miss Tina, too. "Okay, slut, master said you wanted to get high. Still want to?" "Yes, sir!" "I'm not sir. Master is sir. I'm his whore, just here to serve him. I'm training you to serve him, because he wants me to. When I'm here, I have one role: please him. Now, slut, you want to get high with me?" "If whore thinks that will make me a better slave to our master, then I do." "Good answer. Did he tell you what we smoke?" "Just that it's a lot stronger than pot." "I won't bullshit you. I'm not some asshole who'll lie about this. This is crystal meth. A lot stronger than pot doesn't cover it. Meth is wild stuff. Before I had my first hit of it, I was really vanilla sexually. It unleashed a sub pig side in me that I had no idea was there. And I fucking loved it. I can't promise you it will do that to you. It doesn't maker everyone into a pig. If you don't have a pig side, it won't give you one. But if you have fantasies of wild sex, being used by men... you'll find a new side of yourself. And I will take advantage of it. And master will really take advantage of it. You want a hit?" "Yeah. I'll see what it does to me. I was in a frat in college. When I was pledging, they made us serve the older guys. I... thought it was hot. This will make me feel like that again?" "Fuck yeah. I'll give you your first hit like master give me mine. I'll shotgun you, take a hit myself then exhale into your mouth. You inhale, then hold it in a few seconds. I'll tell you now, it'll taste nasty at first, and it'll hit you fast and hard." I got the pipe out of master's storage box. It was loaded for me. I did my ritual, light the torch with the lighter, melt the T in the bowl, take a long, slow inhale.... and I motioned slut into me. He leaned in, opened his mouth, and I put my lips to his and exhaled. I let him take it in, and after a few seconds I said "let it out now, slut. Feel it yet?" His expression said "fuck yeah, I feel it, and I love it." He finally just said, slowly, "fuuuuuuck." "What do you want to do now, slut?" "Whatever you tell me. Teach me to be a whore like you." "Good slut. Miss Tina does to you what she does to me, makes you want to please a man. It's really hot, isn't it, slut? Just taking one hit of crystal and getting all piggy turns me on like mad." He hesitated a bit, but said, "Yeah. I like this." "Wait till we start playing together. You'll love it. Let's start the lessons. You ever suck cock?" "A few times." "You like doing it?" "Yeah, It's hot, pleasing a guy like that." "You're got the makings of a sub pig already. Let's see if you're good enough to suck my master's cock. He won't expect you to be great at it, since you're a new pig, but he does have some standards." "You want me to suck yours, whore?" "Soon. But let me see you stroke yourself first. See if you know how to treat a cock," "Should I get naked?" "Yeah, I need to see if slut's body will please master." He took off his clothes and I looked him over. He wasn't a washboards abs type, but nicely built. Not a gym bunny, but took care of himself at least. Like I said, I like a little stockier and hairier, but he was pretty good looking. And I was high so I was willing to play with him... for my master, at least. His cock... damn, if he had described it on-line, I would have thought he made it up. It was flaccid, dangling like a limp dish rag, but long. I'd guessed it would probably be nine inches fully erect. I started hoping master would order him to fuck me, but that was for later. "Okay, slut, Stroke it. Show me how you please yourself." He looked around the room. "Can I get in the bed? That's where I always stroke off." "Sure. If master likes you, he might let you play in lots of places, but the bed's fine for now." He lied down on the bed, on his back, and started playing with that gorgeous cock. He was enjoying himself, too, moaning like a slut should. I complimented him. "Good, you're a moaner. I like that, and master likes that. Never try to fake it, though. Master can tell, and he won't like it." He stroked more, moaned more, and gasped out, "this feels amazing. I've never felt so good from just playing with myself. It's the meth, right?" "Right. You like it?" "Love it. Can I have more?" "You've got to earn it. Stroke it some more, get it nice and hard. Let me see it rock hard and I'll give you another hit. Want to see me have another?" "If you want to show me one, I do." "Good slut. You might think it's hot just to watch me. Master blows huge clouds, and I really get turned on watching him." I picked up the pipe, and took a long, slow, huge hit. I didn't even exhale, just let the cloud pour out of my mouth. He gasped and started stroking his cock faster, moaning like he was going mad with pleasure. "Fuck that was hot to watch, whore. Can you teach me to do that?" "An eager student. You're doing great so far. Are you good and hard yet?" "I.. no, slut. I'm not. I feel great, but I can't..." I didn't let him finish. "That's crystal dick. Tina makes it hard to get hard, and hard to stay hard. It still feels great, though. But tina also makes it take longer to come. Ever had your ass fucked, slut?" He looked a little embarrassed. "Once." "How long did it take the other guy to shoot his wad?" "Not long. 10-15 minutes maybe." I laughed a little. "Tina makes it take hours to come. But that means hours of intense sex. You think you can handle that, slut?" "I'll try, for you and master." "Good answer. Ready for another hit? I was just messing with you when I said you had to be good and hard to get one, because I knew you wouldn't be. Want to to to do it yourself?" "I'll try." I handed him the pipe and he put it in his mouth. "Don't hold the flame too close to the bowl. You'll burn your t and it'll taste even worse. About an inch away. Don't inhale till the bowl fills with smoke, and inhale slowly." I watched. He did well, and I nodded my approval. He exhaled a decent cloud. "Not bad for a beginner. Feeling it?" "Fuck yeah. This is amazing stuff." "What does it make you want to do?" "Suck you. Make you moan like I was moaning." "Good slut. It does the same thing to me -- the pipe leaves my mouth and I want to replace it with a cock. You can suck me, but I'll show you one thing first, something you can do to me. Watch and learn." I took another hit, bent over him, and slowly blew another huge cloud over his cock. He didn't moan this time, he fucking gasped with delight. "Slut likes that, huh?" "Yeah. Felt great, so warm. And it made me feel slutty, watching a meth cloud flow around my dick." "You like feeling slutty like that, right?" "Oh, yeah." "You're turning into a meth whore like me. Enjoy it." "I am, loving every minute." "Ready to suck me?" "Can't wait." "Take a hit and blow a cloud on my cock first. Then show me what you can do with your mouth when you're full of T. I know you've not sucked a lot of cock. Just try different things with your tongue and lips, and see what I respond to." He reached for the pipe as I took off my clothes. I saw him looking at my cock. "It's not long, but it's thick. See how much you can get into your mouth." He took the hit and blew his best cloud yet on my cock. I moaned with pleasure. I exaggerated it a bit, to encourage him, but it really felt great. And he did what I told him he'd want to do -- replace the pipe with cock. And he didn't hesitate a bit. He wasn't much on technique, but I could tell he loved having a cock in his mouth. He wasn't ready to deep throat me yet, but he took me in plenty far. I moaned, louder and longer, and didn't exaggerate this time. He responded to my praise by sucking even more vigorously. "Oh, yeah", I told him. "We're kindred spirits.Tina makes us want cock, turns us into sex fiends. Master and I will teach you to do things you'd never think of doing without being high, things you;d never imagine people do for sex. You might not like all of it, but you'll want to try it all, because master wants you to, and because you want to find out what being a total sex pig is all about. You want that?" Slut was so cock hungry he tried to answer with my cock still in his mouth. "Slut can come up for air now. This isn't a race. We're going to play for hours. What was slut saying?" "Whore, I don't know how big a pig I can be, but I wanna learn." "You willing to earn your lessons? What if master wanted you to go to whatever bar you young pretty gay bois go to wearing a shirt that said 'Total Meth Whore'?" "I'd wear it with pride. I'd love to see who noticed." "You know your place, and you love it. Let's give you your next lesson... Let's see if you like nip play." I pinched each of his nipples and started to twist. He moaned. I nodded. "Pain and pleasure together, slut. It hurts but it feels even better. Want me to make it hurt more?" He didn't ask, he begged. "Please... this is so hot. More..." I don't know how to test a new pigs limits like my master does, but I knew what to do here. I let his nipples go. He gasped with relief but his expression said he wanted more. "Fuck, enjoying some pain is part of being a sub pig, But you really get turned on by that, don't you, slut? It's the hottest thing you've even done, right?" He was still gasping. "Yeeeeeesssss..." "Master and I will see just how much you can take. We'll take you all the way to your limits, see how much pain you like. You want that, slut?" "Fuck yeah." "You ever had any idea you'd like that?" "A little. But I didn't want to go there." "You're there now. What do you think?" "I love discovering this side of me. I know it's because I'm really high..." "And You. Don't. Fucking. Care. You just want to smoke more and explore more. Do I understand slut's mind?" "Yeah." "You ready to find out just how much of a dirty, nasty sex pig you can be? Ready to try whatever our master says for you to do?" I saw the hesitation. He loved it so far, but he was feeling intimidated. "Okay. Master will push your limits, show you a kinky world that would have scared you to death a few days ago. But he won't make you do anything you don't want to do. You have to be willing to be a kinky little pig to keep serving him, but it's all your choice. You can stop when you want. But as long as you stay a horny little pig, eager to serve master, he'll keep you high and horned." "I want it." And Master came into his dungeon then. "Good job, whore. You took slut and found what really makes him piggy. You were easier on him then I'd be, but I didn't expect you to be able to switch from submissive meth whore to dom pig anyway." "And whore? When I said I had a surprise for you. I lied." I looked at Master. "Wasn't slut my surprise?" "Yeah, but I didn't tell you there's a second surprise. I've told my pig friends about the dirty little whore I found, how tina makes him into a completely submissive slut. So they're having a party. Well, more like a banquet. And you, my dirty little whore, are the main course. You're going to serve a room full of pigs like the dirty whore you are. We'll give you pipe hits so you keep wanting to serve. You want that?" Fuck. I had always had orgy fantasies, and meth made them wilder. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go that far, but I knew what to do. "May I smoke, Master?" Master laughed. "What a meth pig you are. You're not sure if you want to be that kinky, so you ask for a hit to lose your inhibitions." "The pipe got me here. Might as well let it take me the rest of the way." Master gave me the pipe and I took a hit so big I thought my lungs would burst. And I held it in much longer than usual. I didn't care about the cloud, I wanted to be higher than I've ever been so I could prove I had turned into a complete pig. "Where's the party, Master? I'm ready." "We'll get there. Slut. you come too. Just watch. See if you want to be my next whore to share with my friends." I swear, slut's cock got half an inch longer just from being turned on by the suggestion. "Yes, sir. I'd love to." "All right, whore, Get ready for the piggiest night of your life." To Be Concluded

Thanks. It's mostly fictional. My partner and I do parTy but only together, we're exclusive. He knows I get some wild fantasies; this story is those fantasies. Now, if I was single, I would love to have a dom pig make me his toi... (The non-ficiton part is before my partner and I met, I did like sucking cock at a dirty bookstore. The numbers are enhanced, though.)

It was written with "chemical enhancements". I don't just get horny and kinky, I get verbose.