ScorpionFF

The description you gave of the scene with MvF made me automatically think of ''Fisting Underground 3'' which you go on to mention. For a moment I thought you meant that one. Love that video. If you do ever find the MvF film I'd LOVE to see it! 🐷

Having a locked pig certainly does not suck for me. In fact, as a man who has zero interest in any Dick except my own and does not like a pig to touch his own dick during play as to focus his entire sexual energy on his sole sexual organ that I will be using, it is essential for me that dick is locked. Just how I am wired! 🐽

Part 15A: ''The Climax'' - I am about to ejaculate deep inside of your neg cunt faggot-boy. Oh Fuck. I'm cumming. YES. Oh fuck. OH FUCK. I am about to beCUM your Master, and even I have a Master.... HAIL S-atan.... Ugh-Grunt. With the sudden sensation of something warm and wet I could feel flooding my guts alongside Uncle Terry (now becoming my Master) buried balls deep and holding his pozition completely still whilst grunting in a steady rhythm every few seconds, I could tell he was unloading his pent up dirty seed from his fully loaded hyperspermia shooting fuck weapon... Once he had finished dumping his potent T☣️XIC seed deep inside of me my Master brought us both upright and STILL with a full mast erection fucks me slowly with our bodies still at that perfect 45 degree angle to the floor to ceiling mirror giving us that perfect post fuck visual. We reconvened our fixed locked gaze from a short while ago as my Master continued to fuck me. I returned to tweaking my piglet-tits and said.... - THANK YOU, my Master. - Oh Fuck.... What if that T☣️XIC load I just pumped into your guts creates a new poz pig? - Then my Master will OWN me! I further responded with scooping up piss and splashing it all over me as he continued to fuck my now loose, wet, and battered cunt filled with my Master's T☣️XIC dirty seed. And all you could hear now was sloppy squelching noises with each inward stroke. STILL fully erect even having just dumped a load. - This piglet was in hog heaven!

Part 15: ''Verbal'' SIR fucked me with a firm steady rhythm in this position for a while as we both stared into each others eyes via the mirror, his expression once again with that sinister look he had earlier with his face once again appearing dark and animated. Continuing on with our locked gaze, and his what would be unnerving to most sinister looking expression unchanged, he pulled me up from being all fours to being against his body, with his 12" Dick still fucking me balls deep. Our locked gaze did not falter as he, one, gave me specific instructions, two, I carried out those instructions, and three, we exchanged nasty verbal, not once did our locked falter.... - I want you to now until I say otherwise to continuously tweak those nasty faggot-tits of yours and to scoop up my piss and splash it over your face and whore of a body, alternating between the tit tweaking and piss play. - YES....SIR. - You do realise we have been fucking all night without a condom? - YES.... SIR, I know. - No condom to separate my mega T☣️XIC Fuck Weapon and it's dirty pre-cum juice as it glides against your velvet soft, warm, wet, and nastily loose neg cunt flesh! - Fuck YEAH. Your poz Dick feels amazing fucking me without protection. I cannot wait for you to dump that thick dirty seed deep in my cunt.... SIR. - That is fucking right, completely unprotected fucking. Are you certain that you understand that we have been fucking UNPROTECTED and RAW all night? - YES, SIR. - Damn, your faggot-boy-cunt feels so hot and nasty loosely wrapped around my T☣️XIC serpent. Does it not bother you that my current Viral Load is at Fourteen Million, Four Hundred and Fifty Seven Thousand? - Oh Fuck YEEES.... Just hearing him blurt out his latest reading automatically made me pull on my piglet-tits harder, and then.... harder again. I grunted and started to pant heavily.... - No, SIR.... It does not bother me. PLEASE.... Breed me, SIR. - If Doug could see you now, engaging in extremely high risk sex with my much more than poz Dick fucking your sweet neg faggot-boy-cunt. Our facial expressions and the look in our eyes intensified for both of us, gazes still fixed and locked in unison - You're a right little nasty faggot-boy, aren't you, pig. Now I will ask you for one final time; Do you consent for me to dump my dirty seed deep inside of your sweet neg faggot-boy-cunt? He scrunched up his cheeks to show off his sharpened incisors, then brought his mouth to my neck like earlier, pressing his fangs against my soft skin, now snarling at me and still fucking me. Our locked gaze still not broken! - I consent.... SIR. He pushed me forwards so I fell back onto all fours again breaking our locked gaze. I instinctively looked back up at the mirror but he was no longer looking into the mirror. His focus of lust was now on his Highly Charged Fuck Weapon fucking me fast and very hard as he gripped tightly onto my hips... - Fuck, look at that, fucking a neg faggot 44 years my junior with my throbbing T☣️XIC shaft... His right hand slapped my right ass cheek hard. - You are such a fucking nasty whore.... His left hand slapped my left ass cheek hard. - It's all fucking hot and wet in there.... what a nasty whore you are faggot-boy.... My right ass cheek received another hard slap as I continued to receive a hard pounding. After a few minutes of a super fast and hard fuck he stopped to get his breath back. Once he regained his composure.... - My balls cannot hold onto my T☣️XIC cum any longer! And with that he pushed me so I was now laying flat on my front on the piss soaked mattress. He climbed on top of me, slid back into me balls deep with his whole body weight pinning me down. His mouth near my ear I could hear and feel his breath which was now becoming heavy and erratic.... - I cannot hold my dirty seed any longer. I have to let it go. Are you sure you want it dumped deep in your neg faggot-cunt? - YES SIR, I am sure, I am positive. PLEASE become my Master....

Part 14; ''Piss-Play'' For the next few hours SIR fucked me in the sling, either fucking the HELL into me like he did when I first got into the sling, or slow fucking with long slow powerful strokes, with a few second pause at the end of each inward and outward stroke. Each time he fucked me without mercy he would need to stop for a while as he got his breath back, but when he did rest that did not stop his Highly Charged poz-piston throbbing, and twitching against my warm and wet neg cunt flesh. Sometimes though he would briefly go to the table to take a few swigs of his Beers. Throughout these few hours there was also plenty of two way verbal, with my inner sub feeling extra submissive with the drugged up state I was in, being completely restrained, but more importantly the face of the man who was USING me was out of my vision as it hid behind the Rubber Gas Mask. I was intoxicated by the absence of a face and how unhuman the Mask made him look. With me still lying in the sling and SIR buried in my cunt all 12" balls deep he suddenly just stopped fucking entirely, and he was not having one of his rests. I could not tell what he might be thinking as I could not see his face. But, it did not take long for me to realise that he was concentrating on being able to start a piss with an erection, and boy did he fill me up beautifully like he did earlier. But unlike my stomach my cunt could not hold it in, and it all gushed out and onto the floor. - What a nasty dirty faggot-boy you are, leaking my piss from your cunt onto Doug's Police Boots and all over the floor. You are going to FUCKING CLEAN THIS UP.... NOW! He unrestrained my wrists and ankles and ordered me to get out of the sling and onto the floor on all fours where it was my next duty in serving SIR to do as I was told and lap up the piss on the floor. No sooner had I started lapping up the mess that I had made SIR had gotten behind me to continue fucking me. Every now and then he would take his T☣️XIC Fuck Weapon out of my cunt and move me to another part of the piss puddle that needed cleaning up before sliding back inside my increasingly stretched out and trashed up cunt. In the midst of me being fucked and lapping up SIR's piss like a good little faggot-boy my body was abruptly brought upright where SIR took to repetitively scooping up his piss and smearing it all over my face, alongside multiple times forcefully shoving four fingers into my mouth, stretching my jaw and getting verbal whilst still fucking me.... - Fuck, you are one nasty fucking neg faggot-boy, making a right mess of Doug's cellar floor, hungry to be turned into a twisted and depraved no Dick and no cumload refused cum dump, and clearly wanting to experience a life changing event. Now GET UP! He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, his poz piss-piston from my pig-cunt and stood up.... - Get on the mattress with the puddle of piss, and give me another show with the 13" toy.... C'MON. I got the 13" toy and knelt in the piss of old... - SIR, this piss is now cold. - You had better warm it up then with your body heat. I know you like to splash it all over yourself. And I can always add to it. I had better go and get a few more beers. He returned with three more beers, plus a some towels and a bucket that would both be coming in handy later. Damn, he could put it away without even to be appearing drunk. Off came the Gas Mask as he sat on Sir's antique armchair again as I gave him another toy show whilst repetitively splashing the cold piss over my hot sweaty body to heat it up, and cool me down too. Being completely wasted from the chem clouds and from also working on my own super sensitive piglet-tits I soon forgot about how cold the piss was and began to enjoy it even though it was not warm anymore. As I served SIR with my piss/toy show he stroked his Fuck Weapon as three more beers went down as his body got them ready for me to enjoy. Once his third beer was finished he got up and instructed me to take one of the towels and mop up the piss from the foot of the sling and from the vinyl covered mattress and wring it into the bucket. Once my job was complete he had me kneel on the once wet vinyl covered mattress with my body parallel to the mirrors. He removed Sir's Police Boots so he was now completely naked as was I except for my chastity cage. He climbed onto the mattress and stood in front of me. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him. My piggy Chem-wasted expression told him that I was the faggot-boy here and that I now was ready for whatever came next. - You are a very good little pig, aren't you sweet boy!? He said that whilst stroking the side to my face. What a stark contrast to this evening. - Thank you, SIR. I just want to please you, as such I am here to SERVE you. I cannot wait until I get to call you Master. - Well, I think you have more than earned that privilege. Now I want you to turn your head and look at my face via the reflection, and keep your focus. - Yes Master, sorry, I mean SIR. He laughed. - Now now, getting ahead of yourself. Don't worry, not very long now. My cunt twitched at the anticipation for the inevitable. I looked into the mirror and up at his face. He continued to look down on me with an intent concentration. I think he was about to take another big piss. And piss he did, all over me from the neck down. I did try to keep my focus but I did lose it as I looked up and down admiring his lean limbs and their bulging veins. And when SIR was done with another HUGE flood of his beautiful warm Golden salty piss being released I now found myself kneeling in it once again, as this time around he was also now standing in it. He got me into a new position of being at about a 45 degree angle to the mirror, and just like earlier he had my knees spread as far apart as they would go, my arms straight and fists clenched as to give my body sturdy support, and again getting me to arch my beefy ass out. In this position I could see my hairy beefy ass cheeks and SIR's Fuck Weapon as it slid deep inside of me, and no sooner had he got me into this position that is what happened as we both knelt in SIR's piss for the fuck finale.

Part 13: ''More Clouds, and More Piss* - Now get up and kneel on the dry mattress with your hands behind your back. - Yes, SIR. He followed me and placed his highly charged poz piss piston into my mouth, held it there as he held the back of my head and looked down at me with an intense look of concentration.... - Don't you dare waste a drop faggot-boy as we are on the dry mattress! Suddenly a hard stream of SIR's Golden warm salty piss hit the back of my throat, and being the obedient and subservient pig-faggot that I am I wanted to please SIR so set about not spilling a drop. I was a good little pig-faggot, I got my throat into a steady rhythm drank every drop of the strong stream that gushed out for well over a minute without any spillage whatsoever. Removing his poz piss piston from my mouth he stood back and looked at the vinyl sheet covered mattress around me.... - Well done faggot-boy, you didn't waste a drop. Now open that slutty mouth of yours, I want to make completely sure you drank every last drop... He stepped forwards, grabbed my hair to yank my head back, and again spat into my mouth, this time the spitting was followed by a firm slap to my face. - I'm impressed pig, you really did drink every drop. You're a good little faggot-boy! Good pig. - Thank you SIR. I am here to please you, to serve YOU! He crouched down to my eye level and ordered me to again look directly into his deep set eyes as he set about tweaking my piglet-tits again. - You are here to SERVE me are you faggot-boy? - Yes, SIR. - So you will subMIT to anything that my depraved mind desires and lusts? - Yes, SIR. - I do like an subservient and obedient pig. And by the way, I WILL be coming deep inside of your cunt tonight, and once I do you will no longer call me SIR. The grip on my piglet-tits tightened causing the usual intense sensations of pleasure deep within my cunt not to mention it becoming wetter as the tit tweaking made sure more cunt juice was excreted. I searched his eyes for the answer to what he might want me to call him once he had cum inside of me. - From the moment I have unloaded my dirty seed deep inside of your cunt you will from that point on address me as.... Master! - Oh fuck... Fuck... FUCK... My eyes closed, my head flopped forwards, and all I could do now was whimper as I flew within the realms of pig-boy ecstasy in my high n horny state. - I see. Going by your intense reaction you cannot wait until that moment where you will address me as Master. Don't worry faggot-boy, it WILL be happening tonight. Now get up and lie under that rim seat. C'mon pig, time for you to eat out my poz-cunt. I knew how to position myself as Sir and I had used it a few times so far in my training. But there was a big difference between Sir Doug and SIR Terry. The latter's ass cheeks were wasted to reveal a beautiful smooth cunt-hole that appeared to have some skin tags present. He grabbed a beer, and another one of Sir's fat cigars, sat on the rim seat, and I got to work. I started off with licking to get SIR's cunt-hole to relax and open up so I could begin probing with my tongue, first with the tip, then getting in deeper. All the while SIR drank and puffed. I was told several times that I was doing a great job, but to get in deeper....Much deeper! - Good boy pig, you done a great job down there. I think you have earned a reward. C'mon, up you get and kneel back on the dry mattress. - Yes, SIR. What was my reward to be? I did not have to wait to find out. SIR gave me the meth filled meth pipe with lighter. - There you go faggot-boy, time for a fresh hit, and get as high as you can for me. I wanted you completely fucked up and wasted! Show me what you got.... - YES, SIR. As I recommenced getting cloudy SIR wondered off to Sir's wooden box underneath the staircase. Removing Sir's Muir from his head he replaced it with a full Rubber Gas Mask. He then returned and just stood there stroking his pre-cum oozing Fuck Weapon looking down at me as I blew cloud after cloud after cloud. I looked up at him but I could not see his eyes due to the clouds and the lenses to the Gas Mask. Once SIR was satisfied that I was well and truly wasted he took the meth pipe from me, put it to one side, then came and knelt in front of me. Again he went for my weak spot, my hard and pert hardwired piglet-tits. As my heart raced and as my respiratory rate had increased with meth sweat making my skin glisten SIR went to town on working on making my cunt excrete more cunt juice through the tweaking, and the harder it got the wetter and hungrier my cunt became. SIR now spoke, and due to the Gas Mask he now spoke with a deeper and quieter yet still intelligible voice.... - GET IN THAT SLING, faggot-boy. - YES, SIR. I with a great eagerness leapt up and threw myself into the sling, and more than happy for the immediate restraining of both of my wrists and ankles. - Knock me up SIR, permanently soil me with your corrupt DNA, mark me and own this obedient faggot who will SERVE you with my mind and body to fulfill all of your darkest desires. PLEASE SIR, I.... Before I could utter another word in, SIR in response to my fucked up verbal spent the next several minutes fucking the hell out of me, or maybe he was fucking the HELL into me! 😈 He stopped for a rest, breathless and sweaty from the hard pounding he just gave to me. - I normally only play with my fellow poz brothers but my Highly Charged Fuck Weapon stroking against your neg cunt feels so fucking hot and nasty....It's all fucking hot and wet in there.... whore!

Part 12: ''Taking Control'' Once upstairs SIR went into the living room, looked out the window and he could see Sir Doug's car had returned, and no sooner had he seen that he could hear footsteps from the room above. Had Sir realised that SIR and I were missing. SIR was about to find out. He went and got himself another beer and sat in his usual spot on the couch, drank, and waited. It did not take long for Sir to come down and into the living room... - Hey Doug mate, how's your mum? - She's not too bad thanks Terry mate. But Keith and his wife really need a break, so I am going up tomorrow to look after mum for a week, maybe a while longer. I've just been upstairs packing. Would you do me a favour and keep an eye out the boy, my sub pig Jason whilst I am gone? - Sure Doug. - By the way, where is he? - Oh, you know what a little show off he can be. He wanted to continue the dildo riding show downstairs in your play dungeon. I sat in your beloved armchair drinking beer just watching him. I left him to it as I was wanting to see how you are. Shall I bring him back upstairs? SIR Terry knew that Sir Doug would be asleep very soon as he had that drowsy state about him that he only had when he had taken some sleeping tablets which he would take on occasion, which somehow became more potent when Sir Doug mixed them with alcohol. He knew there would not be enough time to bring the piss soaked neck bitten Chem-pig back upstairs before his friend Doug would be fast asleep.... - Actually, I'm almost asleep Terry mate, I'm going to bed in a bit. - Have you taken some sleeping tablets? - Yeah. - I thought so. I can tell. You are always like this when you mix them with alcohol. Hey, let me take you to bed now, make sure you get there safely, you are already very drowsy. I don't want you having an accident on the stairs. Terry took his good friend Doug up stairs and made sure he was in bed safely. As soon as Doug's head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. Terry sat down in Doug's bedroom for a few moments, and as he looked around he saw Doug's case that he had just packed. He also saw Sir's knee length Police Boots and Muir; He got up, took his executioner hood and army boots off, then put Sir Doug's Police Boots and Muir on, went to the bedroom door as he carried his army boots and executioner hood, turned to a sleeping Doug, and said.... - Don't worry Doug my friend, I will look after that cloud blowing slut in the play dungeon for you. He is going to get a belly full of my dirty seed tonight. SIR laughed as he left -- Sir was already sound asleep! SIR returned to the cellar dungeon, once again locking it behind him, only to find a piss soaked meth flying high n horny pig feverishly ride a 13" dildo whilst multiple times scooping up piss from the puddle of piss he was kneeling in and repeatedly splashing it onto his torso, limbs, head and face, and even with all of that still finding time to tweak his hardwired piglet-tits. SIR sat down in the armchair again, drinking more beer, and puffing on one of Sir's fat cigars. - Your Sir Doug is now fast asleep, and with a few sleeping pills in his system he will not be waking for several hours. His case is already packed for a one week plus trip away to look after his mother to give his brother and sister in law a break, and guess who is in charge of keeping an eye on you? That's right; ME! 😈 SIR watched me over the next hour as I remained high n horny, gagged, splashing around in his piss and riding the 13"er whilst he sank three more beers as he continued to enjoy smoking on Sir's cigars. The third beer came to an end and he got up and walked over to the piss laden mattress that I was on.... - Take that dildo out of your cunt, stand up and walk over to the sling with your back to it, with your hands clasped behind your back. I need you to dry off. I stood in front of the sling, still flying high on my cloud blowing from earlier and watched as SIR walked towards me. I stood there, naked, wearing nothing but my chastity cage. Upon reaching me he removed the ball gag and ordered me to keep my mouth wide open. With my mouth wide open he once again tonight grabbed a hold of my piglet-tits and tweaked them hard which caused the very pleasurable electrical jolts of intense pleasure to surge through my loose cock and cum hungry pig-warm wet cunt which in turn made me give out moans of pleasure through my wide open mouth. SIR without missing a beat spat right to the back of my mouth... - Yes, I can see you like that. You receive my bodily fluids very well. And boy will you receive every bodily fluid I have by the time I am done with you. I might not be done with you by the end of tonight, or even whilst Doug is away, but there will come a point where I will be done with you! He spat into the back of my mouth again. - These boots need shining. SHINE them! - Yes, SIR. I loved boot shining, it is something I really enjoyed. So from the standing position I got on all fours and eagerly polished Sir's boots that SIR was now wearing. I was in hog heaven as I licked over and over between happy groans of pleasure.... - Stop shining and look at my T☣️XIC poz Dick to see the vile mess you have made. I looked up at his highly infectious throbbing Fuck Weapon and it was now oozing copious amounts of T☣️XIC pre-cum. He cupped underneath his balls where a sudden gush of pre-cum squirted out and onto the floor. He shook his beautiful Fuck Weapon to throw off any remaining pre-cum onto the floor. He then stood on the puddle of dirty pre-cum that had just squirted out. - Look at what you have done, you've dirtied the sole of this boot. LIE ON YOUR BACK faggot, with your mouth open wide and tongue hanging out ready to clean up the mess you have made. - Yes., SIR. I was now lying on my back and the sole of the boot that was now soiled SIR removed from his foot/leg, crouched down by my face as he held the boot, spat in my mouth again, and barked at me.... - YOU FUCKING CLEAN THIS, faggot-boy. I licked over and over the sole of Sir's boot that SIR intentionally soiled with his potent pre-cum. He seemed to reach a point of being satisfied with my work where he then put the boot back on, stood up, and stood on my face, not with any significant body weight of course, just the action in itself to show me who the real BOSS is around here!

Part 11; ''Fangs & Piss'' - You will now show your willingness to be fucked and bred by me tonight by licking up my highly charged pre-cum off of the vinyl sheet. - YES.... SIR! I eagerly gobbled up what was there for this pig to enjoy, where I was soon told to swivel around so I was now at about a 45 degree angle to the mirror with my knees spread as far apart as they would go, my arms straight and fists clenched as to give my body sturdy support, to arch my beefy ass out, and to look into the mirror. Still wearing his army boots and executioner hood I watched him climb behind me, yank out the 13" dildo, and insert his big bulbous shiny fat purple cock head into my gaping cunt. Holding on to his throbbing highly charged Fuck Weapon he stared down at it as he moved it making that fat bulbous cock head move around at the entrance to my now very loose cunt.... - Oh Fuck YEAH, look at that. You feel so warm, soft and wet down there. Damn, you are such a fucking hot and nasty whore. He brought his head up and his eyes looking into mine via the reflection in the mirror... - You have clearly broken your contract now. What do you have to say for yourself, faggot? - Fuck me. PLEASE Fuck me... SIR! His expression suddenly changed to that of someone who looked really sinister, it was like his essence had come to life and as such his face had suddenly become very dark and animated, and part of the extreme change in his expression was for the first time he smiled very widely which revealed that he had crooked teeth with his two incisor teeth appearing to have been sharpened. Tilting his head to the side he came into my neck and pressed those sharpened incisors into my flesh. He wasn't drawing any blood but I could feel those fangs digging in. All this was happening as his face and eyes remained animated whilst staring right into me. And then in the blink of a eye he released the incisors from my neck, grabbed a hold of my plump hips and slammed all 12" into me, balls deep and obviously now past my second ring. And his did not hold there, no, he instantly took to fucking me, long firm strokes. Not a hard or fast fuck. But firm, and on each outward stroke there was no pause for the inward stroke. Once all the way in on each inward stroke there was a very brief pause for about half a second. He fucked me like this for several minutes then abruptly pulled out and stood up and stood in front of me. He tilted my head sideways as to inspect me.... - Oh dear, I have left you with two bite marks from my sharp incisors. Don't worry, the skin is not broken, but what will Dougie boy have to say about that, huh 😈 He had brought down two cold beers with him and it was now he grabbed them and went to sit on Sir's antique armchair in the corner where I was to continue the 13" toy show. But before he went to enjoy his beers he gagged me with a ball gag, so as he sat down to kick back stroking his T☣️XIC Fuck-Meat with his drinks I faced him (so I was with my back but at an angle to the mirror behind me) as I rode the 13" dildo and tweaked my own hard and pert piglet-tits with moans of pleasure emanating from my gagged mouth. He was about half way through his second beer when he stood up and walked over and stood in front of me. He removed the ball gag, told me to look up at him, grabbed a hold of his T☣️XIC Fuck Weapon which was about to show me a new trick for the night, and just stood there, silent, with an intent look on his face, and then..... GUSH. His first piss for the evening having necked several beers, and it was a powerful stream, hitting my chest, then aiming higher the powerful force of piss hit my face, and then a perfect aim straight into my wide open mouth for which I needed no prompting. He would not let me drink much though as he seemed to prefer spraying all over my face and chest. He pissed like this for a few minutes, literally drenching me. And when he was done I was kneeling in a huge puddle of his delicious warm and salty Golden piss. He returned to the armchair to finish off his second beer where he started to stroke again and where I carried on riding the 13" dildo as I alternated between tweaking on my piglet-tits and scooping up the piss to splash on my head, face, torso, and limbs. I really was one very happy pig. SIR looked at the timer on his phone.... - Fuck, we have been down here for 90 minutes. Doug might have come back in by now. As this high and horny meth slut knelt in the huge puddle of warm piss with the 13" dildo still stuffed up my loose hungry pig-cunt SIR reattached the ball gag and promptly left, locking the door behind him.

Part 10; ''Taking Advantage'' As soon as Sir Doug left the room Uncle Terry looked at his watch then started the stopwatch on his phone. He then looked at me intensely as he slowly tugged on his 12" shaft from tip to base. I watched with a lustful longing each full back and forth stroke as his uncut foreskin pulled back off the glans with each downward stroke to reveal a thick mushroom head that was girthier than the shaft to watching it be covered up again with each upward stroke... - I know my friend Doug very well, and that call he has just taken is going to be at least one hour. Suddenly there was the sound of an engine starting... - What the fuck.... He's not driving?.... He's been drinking! Uncle Terry leapt up and looked out of the window to watch Sir drive the 150 metres or so to the end of the drive where he stopped and parked. And with the light on in the car it was clear that Sir was needing some real privacy as he spoke with his brother Keith. - Aaaaaaahhh, now that has to be a serious call. That is surely going to take well over an hour.... Okay, take that dildo out of your cunt, GET UP, and bring it with you. - Yes SIR. *I said SIR as opposed to Sir with much more conviction. Uncle Terry was SIR. And Sir Doug was Sir* I followed Uncle Terry who I was now addressing as SIR into the kitchen where he got the key and unlocked the door down to Sir's cellar come play dungeon, and told me to go down and kneel on the edge of one of the vinyl covered mattresses with my back to the mirror thus facing outwards, but with enough room so he could kneel on the mattress in front of me. Once on the correct side of the cellar door himself he closed it.... then locked it! He came down, walked over to me, removed the clamps from my tits and there standing erect and pert that were once my pathetic little weeping boy-tits now stood a pair of little piglet-tits that in a few short weeks had become hardwired to my ever loose stretched out cunt when tweaked. Even though they were not quite fully fledged pig-tits yet they were coming along very nicely. Kneeling down on the vinyl covered mattress so we were now face to face he grabbed my ever growing piglet-tits and starting tweaking.... And that first jolt of an intense electric sensation hit my cunt making it tingle and excrete my very own cunt juice which had only started since Sir Doug started to train me. - Now you listen good pig as I will say all of this only once. And you are to maintain eye contact the whole time I am speaking! First of all, Doug and I have been best friends for over 35 years and we tell each other everything. I have seen the contracts he had you sign so I cannot understand why he had you sign your name to not having another man touch you during at least the first year of your training whilst at the same time getting you high on meth tonight which is when all morals and inhibitions leave the building, and at the same time have me here when you are in this completely uninhibited high n horny slutty state knowing all too well that I would have a very strong desire to fuck and breed you, and I have every intention of allowing that dark desire to come into the here and now. Understood, pig? - YES.... SIR! - You confirmed verbally and visually on your first night with Doug that if he was not undetectable but instead super t☣️xic to the point of having a Viral Load in the tens of millions you would allow him to fuck you without a condom and shoot his dirty seed deep into your piggy neg guts. My current Viral Load stands at Fourteen Million, Four Hundred and Fifty Seven Thousand. Do you consent to me ejaculating deep inside of your cunt tonight despite the contract you have signed? As he asked that question his grip on my hard and pert piglet-tits greatly tightened as he continued to tweak sending stronger jolts of intense pleasure to my increasingly wet cunt as our eyes were fixed upon one another. I didn't answer, I just gave out a whimper. - DO you CONSENT? - YES.... SIR. The grip on my piglet-tits tightened once again which made my eyes now roll into the back of my head and.... - Oh FUuuuuuuHHHHcK SIR.... my cunt just tingled.... SIR. I whimpered some more as my head now dropped downwards in response to the physical and audible pleasure becoming too much to bear. I was now staring at SIR Terry's 12" highly charged throbbing Fuck Weapon with its big bulbous shiny fat purple cock head that was now oozing a stream of T☣️XIC pre-cum. - I told you not to look away. Now do as you are told and look at me. - Yes SIR... Sorry, SIR. - Now, you have already consented to me breeding that beautiful cunt of yours despite you being neg and me having an ever increasing Viral Load which I will repeat for you now stands at Fourteen Million, Four Hundred and Fifty Seven Thousand. However, I have one further vital piece of information you should know. Before I tell you, I want you to stand up and move to the middle of the mattress and keeping yourself parallel to the mirror I want you to continue the show and fuck that slutty cunt of yours with that 13"er toy like you did earlier. - YES... SIR! It did not take long for all 13" to be rammed deep into my hungry piglet cunt, and as I now eagerly rode it kneeling in an upright position SIR Terry bent over slightly and took to tweaking my hardwired piglet-tits once again along with giving me instructions to look into his deep set eyes... - The other piece of vital information you should know about is I also have been diagnosed with a severe case of Hyperspermia. That means the volume of my ejaculations are abnormally high. I have had my volume tested a number of times with the average coming in at 21.9ml which I have been told can be upto about 7 times more than the usual average amount. I again lost my focus and brought my eyes to the sight of his intoxicating 12" highly charged throbbing Fuck Weapon with the oozing pre cum having now dropped a few dollops of T☣️XIC juice onto the vinyl sheet below. Taking a big scoop of this nasty pre-cum from his bulbous shiny fat purple cock head SIR rubbed it on the bottom of my nose where my nostrils are, and above my lip too, so now with each breath in all I could smell was his dirty pre-cum which only served to arouse me further still in my pig-hungry meth high.

Thank you to all who are interested in this story for your patience. I was intending to post some more parts to this story a lot sooner, but life sidetracked me as it does. I shall be dropping Parts 10 through to 13 this evening that are now ready to share. Part 14 'might' be ready too.... 🐽

Thanks for showing your appreciation. Dropping some more to this story this evening....

Votes cast: Uncle Terry to get the blood slam kit from his bag, blood slam sub pig-boy Jason then fuck him until blowing a toxic load deep in his guts = 10 Votes Uncle Terry to fuck sub pig-boy Jason until blowing a toxic load deep in his gut = 6 Votes Fuck sub pig-boy Jason for several minutes, then fuck his face, then cum on the vinyl play sheet and make sub Jason eat it all up = 3 Votes Thanks: Behave and just sit on the couch wanking whilst watching over sub pig-boy Jason fucking his hungry cunt = 0 Votes 84% of votes cast want to see sub Jason as a minimum get a toxic load blasted deep into his guts, with nobody at all voting for Uncle Terry to behave himself. You're all pigs, and I love it! 😈🐽 I'm tied up with other stuff for the next few days, but will return to publish more very soon.

That looks like a damn fine piece of meat. I'd love to have used that with the ''nasty daddy Top'', as long as he bred you first, made you nice and sloppy for me! 🐽 o!nK 💦💦

To go with what I said above, I forgot to add, as I hold in balls deep I do grunt with each spasm and the associated rope of corrupt seed that I spew out!

I'd rather have a cup of tea and a slice of cake than even entertain option 4, lol.

No.1 all the way for me. And once I feel I have finished dumping my seed I will then carry on fucking to fuck my cum deeper into the cunt walls. Thankfully I can stay HARD for ages once I have cum 💦💦💦

👅 My personal preference. The looser and sloppier the better! 🐷

and Boom and boom! 💥💥 You are an astute and very clever pig @TaKinGDeePanal. And thank you for the praise - I'll gladly take that thank you very much! 🧔

Has a strong kink around the mid shaft area which is why I think I seem to frequently hit the G-spot (prostate) from what I have often been told.

Interesting choice. But here is the thing.... Could a high and horny spun pig hungry for cock be able to say no? 😈 The only way out of this is for Uncle Terry to behave himself, and looking at the 12 votes so far cast almost everyone seems to want the sub-pig to be in receipt of a deep t☣️xic breeding. I had roughly (draft) written multiple versions for the next part, and have decided taking into account what I have planned for the ending where I will take this story to next.... 💦💦

We are now at a major junction in this story, so, it's time to vote for what you would like to see happen whilst Sir Doug is on the phone to his brother Keith. Uncle Terry has at least one hour at his disposal. Using the following react emojis on this comment; Pig emoji: Uncle Terry to get the blood slam kit from his bag, blood slam sub pig-boy Jason then fuck him until blowing a toxic load deep in his guts. Like: Uncle Terry to fuck sub pig-boy Jason until blowing a toxic load deep in his guts. Upvote: Fuck sub pig-boy Jason for several minutes, then fuck his face, then cum on the vinyl play sheet and make sub Jason eat it all up. Thanks: Behave and just sit on the couch wanking whilst watching over sub pig-boy Jason fucking his hungry cunt.

Part 9; ''Uncle Terry'' After I got home from the gym I gave up my remaining two hour window of ''me time'' and Sir worked on my cunt with toys, and his Fist in the sling. I then went upstairs and prepared a huge array of different snacks and made sure the beer was chilled. 8pm arrived and Sir let his friend Terry in who had just arrived and walked with him to the living room where I was waiting at the spot, kneeling on the floor, right by where apparently Terry would like to sit (at the right end of the couch) with a Silver platter with a cold beer to welcome him with. All I had on was my steel chastity cage (I had been permanently locked now for 3.5 weeks) and the nipple clamps. Sir was in his usual full Leather gear of trousers, shirt, tie, Muir, and knee length Police Boots. Terry was naked except for a Leather executioner hood and army boots. He was not of a beefy muscular broad physique like Sir. No, he was very lean with even more prominent veins than Sir. His eyes appeared to be dark and were deep set. In walked Sir and his friend Terry, they were already laughing about something. - And this is the boy, Terry. - Very nice. I see what you mean Doug. Stand up boy, let me get a proper look of you.... Oh fuck YES, what a perfect little piggy you have here. Is this beer for me boy? - Yes Uncle Terry. In the middle of the living room were a bunch of dildos on top of a vinyl play sheet and lube ready for the floor show I was to give at some poinT this evening. Sir and Uncle Terry sat down and drank their beers as I was on all fours parallel to Sir as his coffee table for the evening. Well, for a part of the evening.... - Hey Doug, I brought the tina for the pig like you asked me to. - Hey boy, bring Uncle Terry and I in another beer, and a few plates of the warm savouries. There's a good boy. I went to the kitchen and brought in the chilled beers and warm snacks. - Okay Terry, he is all yours my friend. Terry, or Uncle Terry as I would call him took me to the centre of the room onto the vinyl play sheet and talked me through how to light a pipe and how to blow clouds. My first ever tina rush. This felt completely different to K and LSD. I felt highly super aroused, super alert, my heart beat faster with my breathing rate increased too, and I felt all round exhilarated. I felt fucking invincible! Once Terry and taught me the joys of tina he walked back to the couch and it was now I saw what appeared to him having barely any ass. I definitely could see his anus sticking out. - That was good of Uncle Terry to bring you some tina, wasn't it boy. Now as a thank you give your Uncle Terry a toy show. I needed no prompting, and as Uncle Terry and Sir drinking their beer and eating their snacks I in my high and horny state took the largest of the four toys available, lubed it up, and took all of it deep into my cunt, and with my hands resting on my thighs I rode the beast that was in me like my life depended on it. I grunted and moaned with an intense look on my face as I looked in Uncle Terry's direction. Still chewing on a sausage roll he came up to me and tightened my boy-tit clamps. He had to have tightened them a lot as I was feeling a pain in them I had not felt before. He then yanked on the chain very hard. A pleasure-pain coursed through my body as I looked up at Uncle Terry with the intense look on my face growing and me riding the toy even harder. By now he was fully erect. Not as girthy as Sir, but definitely longer, with the both of them measuring 8.5" in length by 6.5" girth for Sir vs 12" in length by 5" in girth for Uncle Terry. He looked over at Sir... - Fuck, this is one hot and nasty cute pig you have here Doug mate. - Thanks Terry mate. But remember, no touching. No man is allowed to touch him during his first year of training. - Best things come to those who wait. He stood next to me beating off his 12" toxic meat whilst drinking his beer and chatting to Sir who was sat in his upstairs armchair. Uncle Terry put his empty beer bottle down on the floor. - Is that one dead Terry mate? - Yeah. - I've just finished mine too. Normally my boy would fetch us one, but as he is mid show I'll get us both another one. - Thanks Doug mate. Sir left the room and Uncle Terry did not waste even one hundredth of a second. He came right up to my face and slapped his poz piston hard once on each cheek. - With a highly charged poz load bursting to escape from my balls I bet you'd love this toxic Dick of mine deep inside of your neg guts, bareback, no condom, high risk... My cunt twitched and tingled, and I looked up at him and nodded as I whimpered. Was the tina turning me into no Dick and no loads refused cum slut? Either way, the contract I had signed with Sir was nowhere near my mind now! Talking of which Sir came back into the room, by which time Uncle Terry had stepped away from me. I think to cool down he went and sat on the couch albeit he kept staring at me as he drank his beer and spoke with Sir, and as I continued to ride the largest toy to hand in my meth high. It was not long before they both had finished another beer. - Terry, I'll fetch us another beer, get him blowing more clouds will you. Good man. I'm going for a piss too. - Sure thing Doug. Uncle Terry knew he had more time with me this time with Sir's added toilet break. I was now blowing more clouds and I was now so fucked up on tina I would have allowed Uncle Terry to breed me right here and now. Why did Sir allow me to get wasted on tina if he knew it would effect me this way in losing any inhibitions I did have or any rational thought, and if he knew that Uncle Terry would breed me given the chance, and that it was in my contract that even just a touch from another man was not allowed during my training? Uncle Terry stood right in front of me in my now freshly refuelled meth hazy high, beating his highly charged and fully erect meat to the poinT where a generous load of poz pre cum suddenly oozed out. I stuck my tongue out to which he stepped forward where my tongue immediately made contact with the underbelly of Uncle Terry's throbbing toxic shaft and licked up and over the piss slit to lap up all that delicious salty poz pre cum. I then licked over the head to his Dick as I looked up at his deep set eyed face. Taking one hand he placed it behind my head and pushed it forward, forcing my mouth onto this fucker's poz piston. Sir was teaching me pretty well with the whole gag reflex so I managed alongside my intense meth horned up state to take in a full 8" into my mouth before the gag reflex started to kick in. At the first sigh of choking Uncle Terry pulled his toxic Dick out of my mouth.... - You really are a fucking nasty whore. Contract already broken. But don't worry, I won't be saying anything. He sat down back onto the couch and continued beating his virulent poz piston. Sir came in some more cool beers, some extra warm savoury snacks, and he knew that I would be needing it.... A bigger dildo to ride on. The biggest of the four available to me during the evening so far was 9" in length and thin. The one Sir had just now brought in what a 13"er in length and girthy. Perfect to show Uncle Terry I could take him balls deep. Could I? And so the show went on with Sir and Uncle Terry eating, drinking, chatting, laughing, watching me, and myself continuing to fuck myself. The longest length I had ever taken in my cunt happened to be with Sir when he used a 11" in length dildo on me once a week ago. Would I be breaking a record? Well, yes, in no time at all that 13" girthy toy was rammed deep in me, every last millimeter. Sir and Uncle Terry were getting very low on their beers again and Sir was about to ask if more was needed for his sexy guest when.... Sir's mobile phone rang. - It's brother Keith, I have to take this. Sir left the room to take the call. Keith was Sir's 60 year old brother who Sir was close with and they had even more contact in recent months as their mother had a moderate stroke three months ago, and Keith was the main carer for her. Uncle Terry knew Sir and his family very well, as Terry met Doug on the club circuit in 1987 when Doug was a mere twink at age 19 years old, and Terry had just turned 30. So in 36 years of knowing the family Uncle Terry knew all too well that the call that Sir would be having now with his brother Keith would be lasting at least one hour minimum!

Part 8; ''Contracts'' Some might say that cleaning Sir's Dick was a bit of a mistake as when I started to clean it, it was in a semi erect state. And now? He was fully erect again! How could this be. He'd only just cum a short while ago. - You've done such a good job boy I think you should get on Sir's chair with him, facing him, and sit on his Dick. I needed no more encouragement, and I hopped on for the ride, my cunt impaled on his Fuck Weapon balls deep. He put his cigar on the table, wrapped his arms around me, and thrust his pelvis upwards to fuck me slowly as we kissed passionately. I moaned in ecstasy through the kissing and fucking. What more could a pig want. - Now I understand more how hungry your cunt is boy, it is doing it a disservice having you on your LSD come K high, having my cum blasted deep into your guts, and only having my Dick in it. You deserve more. He reached over for the K bottle and measured out another small dose, and bam, down went my third dose. - Ugh, so damn bitter. He stood up with me impaled on his Dom Dick and he carried me over the the sling, threw me in, restrained my ankles and wrists, and continued to fuck me. Only fifteen minutes or so had passed when... - I'm becoming numb again in my cunt, Sir. He gave me a knowing smile, got the crisco, and got to work Fisting my hungry cunt again. For the next several hours we alternated our play between Fisting and fucking, the sling and being on the vinyl covered mattress, with plenty of passionate kissing, and sweat! We were near the end of our session, and at nearly 8am we had been going all night. I was now lying in the sling getting Fisted... - How far are you now Sir, at your elbow? - About half way up my bicep, boy. He unrestrained me and took me over to the vinyl covered mattress, put me on my back and entered me with my legs in the air and wrapped around him as his body was close to mine with his face close to my face too... Nothing could stop my destiny! - Fucking hell pig, you are super loose now, I can barely feel your cunt even touch my Dick now. My favourite. Let's make it so you are loose all the time. - FUCK YES PLEASE, Sir. I'd LOVE my fag-cunt to be permanently trashed. - So, if I was t☣️xic and not on meds now you would not care if I came deep inside your piggy guts now? - No Sir, I would not care. Was that me, or the drugs, or both talking? - Damn. That's fucked up. I have a very good friend. Terry. 66 years old. I know he is highly charged. He said to me the other day over a beer that his current viral load is.... I don't know what exactly, I am sure he said it is over 14 million now. I know he'd like you. Would you care if he fucked you without a condom and came deep inside of your cunt? - If it was what you wanted I would not care. I am here to serve you, Sir. He withdrew from me and wandered off. Upon his return a few moments later his executioner hood had been replaced with a Gas Mask, but he was still in his Leather Waistcoat and knee length Police Boots. He flipped me back onto al fours but this time he had my head so it rested on the vinyl covered mattress, my forearms resting either side of my head, and my head facing the mirror. We now both went quiet, and all you could hear now was the squelching coming from my one cum load, well fucked and very well fisted cunt, and his Vader sounding breath from the Gas Mask. Taking a firm hold of my hips he launched into an immediate firm and steady fast paced hard fuck. A few short minutes went by and Sir's pace quickened. The grip on my hips tightened, Sir's breathing became erratic, he slammed in and held his Fuck Weapon deep inside my piggy-fag guts as his Gas Mask covered head tilted upwards and once again I heard his almighty roar. And this pig was getting load number two! The nipple clamps were now released from my weeping boy-tits, a butt plug was planted into my now gaping cunt, and we both went to his bed. He slept soundly. Me, well, not so well... I was still high! Once he woke up he without saying a word rolled me onto my front, took out the butt plug, entered me, and fucked me for a few minutes until he shot his load. And that would be part of my job description as his soon to be live in house boy, to give up my body to his desires anytime he wanted to have me. I could never say no. Not that I would want to. Over the next week I recovered from my night of chem play, quit my job, quit my flat share, signed the two contracts for two years for being a live in house boy and for being a sub in training, and moved in with Sir. Oh, and in that time my little boy-tits had time to crust over and heal. They definitely were bigger now than before. The sub training contract stipulated that I were to make myself available for 8 hour training sessions 3 times a week on a Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday starting at 8pm after a 1 hour forced workout (usually focusing in on building up my glutes to being even more beefy and muscular than they already were) to take place in the cellar play-dungeon which would always include; fucking, fisting, rimming (me to Sir), breeding, tit workouts with the clamps and other tit devices to give me those huge pig-tits Sir knew that would look great on me, toy play, etc. Not all training sessions were to be with hard Chems, sometimes just poppers. I'd still do my own workouts at the gym on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday. The rest of the time was to train my mind how to in short live and breath being a sub in every waking and sleeping moment. I also signed my name to the fact that no other man was allowed to touch me for at least the first year which Sir would then review. He did little to my knowledge have a plan tucked up his sleeve for the 1 year review! The house boy contract stipulated that I was in charge of all the cleaning, cooking, and serving of food. Sir was in charge of ordering what we needed. I would also clean Sir's Leathers and act as a table if he was desiring to use me as such at such a particular time. And of course not forgetting the boot shining -- I was good at that, and I loved it! It was a Wednesday and I had been living with Sir and being trained by him for two and a half weeks now. My little boy-tits were becoming more accustomed to the training into getting them bigger, and my cunt was definitely becoming much looser. Last night's training session there were no Chems involved, just some poppers. Sir and I were having breakfast. - Remember the first night we had together I told you about my very good friend Terry. - Yes Sir, I remember what you said about him very well. - He will be coming over this evening at 8pm. When you get home from the gym where you would normally have your two hour window of ''you time'', you will do a warm water enema which you know how to do by yourself now, and go down to the cellar. We'll be having a bonus training session with the toys to make your cunt nice and loose for when my special guest is here. - But Sir, I thought... - Go on boy. - I thought no man was to touch me for at least the first year of my training. - Correct. I want you freshly opened up as you will not just be serving us food and drinks, but you will be putting on a toy show for us.

Part 7; ''Beach Balls and Flying Piglets'' - Do I have your permission to speak Sir? - Go on boy, what is it? - My answer is yes Sir. - Your answer is yes to what? - To being properly trained by you as the best sub you could ever desire to own, and being your live in house boy. - Even after the HARD fuck you just received? - Especially so Sir. You gave this faggot what he deserved, what he craved, what he needed. - Let's take a short break pig. I'm going for a smoke. Always choose in life what makes you happy. Sir went to his arm chair, relit his cigar and puffed away watching me, wasted on the mattress. I was knelt parallel to the mirror and my inner being immediately connected with the fact that I was drug fucked, a Dom was using me and most likely had not finished with me tonight just yet. With one hand I tugged hard on the chain to my boy-tits clamp, and with my other hand I stuffed as much of my hand as I could up my cunt. Soon my hands fell away from what they were doing and I rolled onto my back where I was now hallucinating brightly coloured (orange, yellow, and red) balls float all around the room. This eventually had me pointing at what I was seeing and giggling. - What's so funny boy? - Those red, yellow, and orange coloured beach balls floating around the room, they look fun. - I had better come and play with them with you, then, hadn't I. Sir came to the vinyl covered mattress, flipped me onto all fours again, entered my now much looser and battered cunt balls deep and fucked me firmly and slowly as he held onto my rubber harness. After fucking me like this for a while he pulled me upright and wrapped his arms around me tightly as he slowly fucked me with the slow upward thrusts of his pelvis. He spoke into my ear... - You are such a good boy. I am very happy you are coming to live with me as my live in house boy, and to officially be trained as my sub. In my LSD come K high it felt like we were in this embrace and position fucking for days. I did not want it to end. His beefy hairy body against mine, holding me tight, using me, having his dick buried deep inside of me, taking basically what was his. I was in pure hog heaven. - I really want you to cum inside me.... Are you sure you are undetectable Sir? - Don't worry boy, I can assure you I am undetectable! I closed my eyes as we continued to fuck in this tight unison Sir-sub grip. - I desperately want your cum in me Sir. And I wouldn't care if you were t☣️xic. I would want it deep in my guts even if you were detectable. - My my, someone is a hungry pig. I opened my eyes again, and had now started to hallucinate seeing little flying piglets chasing after the floating beach balls in the air causing me to once again giggle. - What is making you giggle boy? - Little flying piglets chasing the floating beach balls Sir. They look so funny...... 🔴🐷🟡🐖🟠🐽 It was now time for Sir to unload his balls. He pushed me forward again so I was on all fours and my arms were straightened out below my shoulders with clenched fists to hold me up for support, with my lower back arched out so my ass was pushed out. Sir held onto my rubber harness and commenced fucking me again, this time still all the way in and all the way to the tip and so on, but the rhythm was that on the inward stroke he was only pausing for about half a second not a few seconds, and when he reached the tip of his Dom Dick to my gripping cunt lips there was not the few second pause like earlier but an immediate firm and hard inward stroke. I could sense he had gone from third to fifth gear.... - So are you telling me that if I was unmedicated you'd allow me to fuck you without a condom? - Yes Sir - And if I had a viral load that was in the tens of millions you'd allow me to shoot my seed deep into your piggy neg guts? I replied by turning my head and looking into the mirror we were parallel to. He sensed what I had done and looked into the mirror too, locating my eyes, and once he did he looked into them, scanning for my inner being to speak to him. And I did with my eyes and face animating with a strong firm nod for ''YES'' He turned his head so it faced forwards, let go of my harness and positioned his arms either side of me with fists clenched onto the vinyl mattress, and his pace shot to sixth gear, fucking me with a fast and determined pace.... - Oh fuck.... I'm gonna cum - Breed me Sir. - FUCK.... I'm gonna cum. - Flood my faggot guts with your hot seed, Sir. He slammed in for the final stroke and holding in balls deep, with his head thrusting upwards as he roared.... 💦💦💦💦 *GRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT* 💦💦 💦💦 His hips released their tension seeing his Fuck Weapon release out of my faggot cunt a few inches, then.... THRUST back in balls deep and holding. This happened a few times until he became more and more spent. As he further came out of the orgasm phase he came back upright, held onto my hips, and with his still fully erect Dom Dick fucked me slowly. As he fucked me like this he spoke.... - Fuck boy, you are one super hot nasty pig. You're MINE now aren't you fag-boy? - Yes Sir. And I cannot wait to work for you and to be trained by you. I promise to be your loyal, obedient, subservient, hard working fag-boy. He withdrew his Fuck Weapon out of my now well used cummy-cunt and went for a puff on his cigar on his arm chair. I know I needed a lot of training, but I already had a good idea of certain things Sir liked so I crawled over to him and without a word I looked into his eyes, took a hold of his gorgeous thick Dom Dick that was semi erect now, and took to cleaning it, using my tongue swirling around and from base to tip, and tip to base. - One of many things I like about you boy - Initiative!

Part 6; ''Golden Feathers and Drool'' He again slid back in balls deep but this time did not pull out, instead he looked up at me and leaned in to once again kiss me passionately and deep. As we kissed he rocked his hips to fuck me and I moaned loudly with my cries of ecstasy muffled with our deep kissing. A while later I again watched him as he watched the length of his shaft slowly slide all the way in and all the way out.... - Sir, I... - Yes boy. - I am unable to feel much of anything again. - How do you feel? - Just like earlier.... Super calm and serene, feeling like I am floating, happy, very relaxed, but loss of sensation in my limbs and to a great extent my cunt. He immediately got to work on Fisting me again. But instead of doing an hour non stop he stopped after half an hour to quickly put a drop of something onto my tongue. Then straight away back to Fisting me again. Fifteen minutes had now passed since the unknown drop of fluid was put onto my tongue.... - Want to know what I gave you on your tongue a moment ago? - Yes Sir. What was it? - A little something extra to go with your K. This time.... LSD. You are going to love this trip. He worked on stretching my cunt for another half an hour at which point the K buzz started to wear off again but I was beginning to come up on the LSD.... - I am really feeling you stretching me again Sir. Back to halfway up your forearm. - No boy. Almost at my elbow. I started to giggle, and feel euphoric. - A-ha, I see what's happening, the LSD is kicking in. Let's get you in a more suitable position. He lifted me out of the sling and told me to go the the vinyl covered mattress where I was to get on al fours. It felt like I floated onto the mattress. On all fours I had my arms stretched out in front of me with my hands clenched up in fists to give me sturdy support, and I arched out my lower back to push my beefy ass out for the taking. Sir came up behind me and positioned his Dom fuck weapon Dick at my now gaping wide cunt hole, slid in the head to his shaft, grabbed hold of my peachy hips, but before he could slam in balls deep the LSD had to be heard.... - I feel feathers on my hips... I am being held onto by a pair of feathers.... Look Sir, there are thousands of golden feathers floating through the red mist around us. Sir knew I was on a good trip so joined in with my visual hallucinations, joining me on my magic carpet ride if you will. He slammed in super hard and balls deep into my guts causing me to grunt and thrust forwards. Remaining balls deep he pulled my body upright using my rubber harness and fucked me like this, his pelvis thrusting hard as it could on each HARD inward stroke. I was now high on K and LSD with my cunt getting a good hard pounding with a steady fast pace. He had stamina! - Look at all of those Golden feathers boy, so many are landing on your beautiful torso, look at them - Yes Sir, they're twinkling against my skin as they land. In my tripping state I tried to pick these golden feathers off of my glistening sweaty body, and in my head I was doing just that. Sir abruptly pushed me forwards again so my clenched fists were now directly below my shoulders to support my body weight. In this position he had a bigger range of movement and with that he took a firm grip of my rubber harness and started to fuck me.... HARD.... and FAST. - Yes, you take that fat Dick faggot boy. Fucked up on K and LSD, tripping out of your faggot brains.... Take it you CUNT! And without taking a break for a single second nor slowing down he fucked me fast and aggressively for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was a good fifteen minutes which is long enough to brutally fuck someone without mercy. He finally stopped to catch his breath, and went to slowly slide out with the intention of slowly sliding back in again, and so forth, but when he slid out to the tip.... - Fuck pig, I think you are bleeding a little. He pulled the tip of his Dick out, stood up, and commanded... - Clean me up boy. - YES Sir. I got on my knees and with my alpha stud towering above me I cleaned him up, licking up and down and around his throbbing thick veiny fuck shaft. Once he was satisfied with my service he positioned the tip of his Dom Dick into my mouth, took a hold of the back my head, and slid in. I couldn't take the whole length (that one needed practice) and he was so thick I had difficulty taking it, but I did my best as he now face fucked my mouth. He started off slow and built to a pace where he was now thrusting in harder and deeper, and even though I was not taking in the whole length I began to gag, choke, and splutter, my spit drooling out of my mouth and onto the vinyl sheet below, and Sir's boots too. The Dom Dick was released from my mouth where I fought to catch my breath. Sir took a hold of my hair and yanked it so my head was forced upwards so I had no option but to look at him... - You are a good little cock sucker, aren't you fag-boy? - Yes Sir. He spat on my face then thrust his face fuck weapon back into my mouth, and immediately took to face fucking me with brutality. And as he did... - That's it cock sucker, you take it, fucking take it. And if you officially become my houseboy and Sir's sub in training we will be getting rid of that gag reflex. Again I found myself gagging, choking, with more of my drool falling onto the vinyl sheet below and again onto Sir's boots. He walked off and returned with a riding crop. - You've dirtied my boots, get on all fours and clean up that mess, faggot. - Yes Sir. As I licked up my own saliva he repeatedly struck my beefy hairy ass cheeks with the riding crop, as to tell me that it is unacceptable to dirty up his boots. I could not agree more. One thing I wanted to learn is to not gag. After boot shining Sir's boots for some time he told me to kneel upright so bum hairy beefy ass cheeks rested on my heels as he inspected my work. - Good job boy. You are very fastidious. Good boy. Sir patted me on my head, and I looked up at him looking down at me with a look of satisfaction to my work, and a contentedness of having such a cute subservient obedient slutty pig by his side.