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I have been reading and getting LOADS of pleasure from so many of you guys' stories, I thought I would try to return the favor.  This is my first attempt so any constructive criticism will be appreciated.  The story is a mix of truth and fantasy based on my own experiences and those of others I know.  Hope you enjoy!

Standing behind the high-back leather chair occupied by my leather daddy in his harness and chaps, I reached around each side of the chair and took hold of his hard eraser-sized nips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and immediately begin applying pressure and twisting them. I heard my leather daddy moan then growl his approval and sexual arousal as expected, knowing how sensitive his big nips were and how they are hot-wired straight down to his fat cut 8 inch leather daddy cock. I knew that with each twist, pull, tug or flick on the edge of his nips his always-horny dick would throb and vibrate, spewing out oozings of his hot poz precum. Many times sitting between his legs licking his hairy balls while he played with his own nips I would be almost hypnotized seeing his dick's reaction to the nip play.

But tonight I couldn't see the excited throbbings and twitchings of daddy's dick from the sensations on his nips. No, my view of daddy's dick was blocked by the thick-haired head of the hot high young bi sub pig that was eagerly making love to daddy's cock with his wet warm mouth.  He had arrived at daddy's house just a little more than 30 minutes ago and had been worshipping that meaty slab of meat for almost the past 15 minutes, stopping only 3 brief times - once to make out with me when he first started sucking that dick and I was sharing it with him (that was before daddy had told me to get behind his chair and work his nips), and then twice to take 2 HUGE hits off the pipe at daddy's direction.  Daddy had told me before the young sub had arrived that he had plans for that sexy bi boy tonight and into tomorrow and that plan required that we make sure we keep him tweaked and horny the whole time. And the stuff daddy had for the pipe this weekend was very strong. We would make sure he was kept right at the edge of being horny and piggy without being too out of it.  And from daddy's moans and the wet slurping noises it was apparent that right at this moment the little piggy was very horny and very ready to please "our" leather daddy.

As I stroked daddy's nips with my thumbs, causing him to arch his back and growl again, I leaned forward over the back of the chair, licking at the sweat on his neck and whispered to him, "Is that a good mouth on your dick? Does that sub boy know how to treat his daddy's big cock?"  Daddy had just started a big hit off the wipe as I asked the question so he didn't answer immediately. Daddy had great lung capacity and inhaled on his hits longer than anybody I knew. Still working his nips I watched as he finally removed the flame from the bowl sucked in one last time, held it then blew out a fucking monstrous cloud that totally blocked out the young pig on the floor between his legs. "So hot, Sir!" I whispered. Tina clouds always make me horny. And I knew this one was going to ramp up daddy's horniness big time, especially with what he planned this weekend for the handsome boy currently sucking his cock. That boy had no idea daddy was poz (or that I was too). And he for sure didn't know daddy had stopped his meds 3 weeks ago.  If daddy had it his way - and I knew he would - the beautiful young chemmed up pig sucking daddy's cock would find out all about daddy before going home tomorrow and he would be on the way to becoming just like the daddy he was intent on pleasing in every way. Oh, if he only knew where that was going to lead him!

**I know it's kind of a slow start guys but needing to set the background and scene. Let me know if you think I should continue. Thanks!**

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"Get up here boy and sit in Daddy's lap. It's time for all 3 of us to get real piggy." The cocksucker, hearing daddy's command took one last loud slurp on the meaty tool he had been feeding on then rose up and eagerly straddled daddy's thighs wiggling his hairy ass against the spit soaked cock rubbing up against him. "You two pigs looked damn hot when you were making out earlier. Got your leather daddy horned up nice and hard. Now I want to see you two fuckers shotgun some tina then really make out."  The pig boi and I looked at each other eagerly, and I could see the barely restrained hunger in his dark soulless dilated eyes. He was a damn good kisser and I was going to enjoy this just for that part of it alone. But even more, I would enjoy it knowing that the shotguns would get him even more spun and closer to crossing that line he wasn't even aware Daddy had already drawn for him.

Daddy placed the well-loaded pipe stem up to the full wet lips of this young horny sub pig and lit the flame under the bowl. "Take a HUGE hit pig. I want this shotgun to last so you two fucking bois can swap spit a long time and make Daddy's dick hard and needing to cum." The boi moaned hungrily and began to inhale deep and steady. I was impressed! His hit was even longer than most of Daddy's. As I watched him inhale, I saw the change reflected in his darkening eyes, the powerful potent Tina taking control of him....just as Daddy had planned.  The next step would begin soon...as a matter of fact right after we shotgunned.  My eyes flickered briefly to the TV screen playing - of course - gay bareback porn. The scene showing now was 2 hot daddies with a young jock in a sling, one feeding him the pipe while the other was blowing clouds up his hole. We didn't have a sling, but....

The sub boi finally ended his hit and with a whispered seductive command from our Daddy he leaned forward to meet my parted lips, and exhaled the biggest damn shotgun I had ever had! Holy Shit!!  I started feeling my whole body tingle within seconds! If I wasn't careful I'd be as out of it as our star attraction. I sucked the smoke in slowly tasting his lips and tongue, then returned it to him as we moaned into each other.  My fingers moved to his nips and began pulling on them, intensifying the shotgun and tongue action as we traded the smoke back and forth 6 or 7 times. The smoke was gone but with daddy egging us on we leaned into each other and started making out noisily. What a fucking tongue and mouth this boi had on him! I couldn't wait to have him using it on my poz cock! As we continued making out, now rubbing each others skin, I felt Daddy's hand slide down my naked sweaty back then felt the familiar pleasure of his thick finger sliding into my wet hole. I grunted with lust and need, and at the same time realized he must have done the same thing to the pig as he grunted loud and hard and pulled back from my lips. "That hurts, Sir", he said, looking at Daddy.  "That's what Daddy wants, right now pig. And you want to please your Daddy, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy, but...."  "No buts, pig!  It's only hurting because your hole is so tight and dry.  My other boy is obviously enjoying it, but his hole is nice and wet and recently stretched." Daddy looked at me and I took the cue. "Daddy, maybe I can help get the pig's hole wet so he'll enjoy it when you slide your finger in him again. I've been wanting to taste that hairy hole of his ever since he got naked! May I, Sir, please?" Daddy had told me to be sure to play up the submissive attitude at the beginning. Daddy looked at the sub pig who was already nodding his head, silently asking daddy to approve. "You liked his tongue in your mouth, didn't you boi? I bet you'd fucking love to feel him using it on your ass wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, daddy, I would! Please! I want him to eat my ass and make me wet...so I can please you!"  Daddy leaned back in his chair, pushed us both off his lap and spread his legs, his thick, 8.5 inch cut beautiful toxic cock throbbing in the air.  "On your knees, pig!  You and me will smoke the pipe and you'll suck Daddy's cock, while your pig brother gets behind you and fucks your hole with his tongue. Would you like that?"  Daddy hadn't even finished the question before the pig was on his knees, licking at the oozings coming out of the piss slit of the cock in front of him and arching his back and pushing his ass out for me. "Yes, Daddy! I would...I would like it very much!" Daddy put the pipe to the boi's lips again and commanded him to suck the glass cock, then suck his Daddy's cock.  He looked over the boi's back at me with an almost demonic leer of dark pleasure on his face and nodding his head toward the full baggie of T shards on the table next to me said to me, "And, you. boy! Do what you're back there to do! And make sure your pig brother feels it!"  I smiled as I lowered my face to this young unsuspecting chemmed up jock's ass, knowing my tongue wasn't going to be the only thing sliding up his hole in the next few minutes.

To Be Continued.....

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Grabbing the meaty cheeks of the young hot pig pushing his ass out toward me I spread them wide and almost gasped with dark hunger as his pink hole smiled at me thru the tufts of black hair surrounding that still-innocent pucker. This boi's hole was MADE to be eaten, fucked, bred....and knocked up! And with the tina in my system ratcheting up my own piggy hunger I was ready to take care of the first penetration....my eager tongue into the depths of that virgin bi pig hole! Along with a good number of tina shards once I had him wet and loosened. And leather daddy and Miss T had him distracted.  I moved my face within a couple inches of his hole and gently blew across it. I felt his asscheeks quiver in my grip as I did so, and heard his muffled moan as daddy had his entire dick buried in the cockpig's throat.  I blew one more time on the hole then could not hold back, and moved my head and neck forward, my tongue leading the way as it made contact with his sweaty and quivering asslips. DAMN!!  Did his hole taste good....and that was just the first taste. I couldn't wait to really taste him as I would get him loose enough to take my tongue past his hole into his chute. And I wasted no time! I grabbed his asscheeks more firmly for a better hold, spread them wider and noisily began licking, lapping and probing at his sweet never-before-fucked hole.  His moans though still muffled became louder and his whole body started shaking as he pushed his ass back eager to get more of my tongue into him. I gladly obliged! 

"You like your pig brother's tongue on your sub pig cunt boi?" Daddy asked him.  I heard an eager muffled response which I knew was a definite "YES!". GAWD!  I couldn't get enough of this boi's hole on my tongue. It was going to be even so much sweeter once daddy and I worked him at both ends with tina to get him flying.  As I feasted I heard daddy tell him to take a couple hits off the pipe. As he took daddy's dick from his mouth, just before taking the pipe stem between his lips he spoke in a heated half whisper half moan to me..."Oh fuck yeah dude!  Eat my hot hole. Fuck it with your tongue! Damn that feels so good!!  Never had anybody do that before...oh..yes..please!"  I slapped one hand on his hairy asscheek to let him know I heard him, as I heard daddy tell him to take a couple of really big hits off the pipe and it'd make my tongue feel even better in his hole! I was only vaguely aware of their actions as in my hunger I was lost in worshipping this pig's ass with my tongue!  I knew too that I needed to get it good and slicked up and loosened for the tina daddy wanted me to slide inside that hole.  I heard daddy compliment the sub pig on his cloud then heard the click of the lighter as I redoubled my piggish drilling of this sweet hole offered to me. I ate him for about another 5 minutes or so before I reached over to the bag of nice chunky shards of tina and grabbed a 2 or 3 good sized pieces between my wet fingers.   I pulled my tongue from the spit drenched hole and my face from the sweaty hairy crack as I moved the fingers with the tina just above his crack.  I heard him whimper around daddy's dick in disappointment. "Don't worry, pig," I told him.  "I'm not done. Just need to catch my breath. But I'm gonna slide my wet fingers in that hot hairy hole of yours. I think you're needing something in there don't ya?"  I saw him bob his head up and down as he mumbled another yes around the meat in his mouth.  I winked at daddy then pulled on one cheek with my free hand and slowly slid the 2 fingers covered with the t into his receptive hole.  he winced and flinched as he felt the burn of the tina but I held his waist tight and daddy held his head. "It's ok, boi," I said reassuringly. It's just burning cause your hole is so tight. You'll start to feel real good in a moment when you get used to it. Why don't you ask daddy for another hit off the pipe in the meantime?" I finished as my fingers moved further into his heated hole and the tina began to melt in to him.  Now the REAL pig boi was going to come out!!

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A few moments later Daddy and I both looked at each other over the cock pigs sweaty arching back, smiling evilly at each other as we realized the booty bump - and definitely not the last one this weekend - was hitting this virgin cock sucker.  I had just slid 3 tina-coated fingers back into his tight burning and accepting hole and was thrusting the fingers as deep inside him as I could reach while turning and twisting them. No flinch this time when the burn came...just a hungry moan and an even hungrier push of his ass back to take my magic fingers deeper.  "DAMN boy!" I heard Daddy say. "Yeah suck that cock! Fucking deepthroat that hard fat daddy dick and gag on it! You like that dick doncha? Like feeling it stretch and fill up your face hole doncha?"  The pig mumbled loudly and eagerly around the fat poz cock impaling his throat as he pushed back more onto my fingers.  "And you like what your pig bro's doing to your ass too, doncha cock pig? You can't get enough of how he's making your ass feel right?" Daddy pulled the sucking mouth abruptly off his cock and the pig cried out "I love it Daddy! I fucking love it! My ass has never felt so good!  Please can I have more?!"  Daddy grinned at the flying pig boi as he slid the pipe stem between his full wet lips and lit the flame. "Of course boi. You can have more all weekend long. Now inhale BIG while your bro keeps working your ass!"

To Be Continued............

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