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Trevor was on his hands and knees on the living room carpet, his face down and his hairy muscled solid ass raised up. He was moaning deep and hungry from his throat as he moved his ass back and forth and up and down in front of my face as I knelt behind him. He was starting to feel the effects of the loaded needleless syringe I had emptied into his hairy chute a few moments earlier that had been filled with a powerful booty bump. Damn this pig just kept getting hungrier and needier for more sex, more drugs and more cum and piss. I slid 3 fingers knuckles-deep inside his wet warm pig hole and felt his ass muscles begin caressing and working on my digits like he was jacking a dick with his hole. His moans grew louder and greedier as he pushed his perfect bi boy ass back eagerly trying to get my fingers deeper inside him.

 

“Yeah you hot fucking sexed up bottom pig. You like those fingers inside your boi pussy don't you?”, I asked. “You like feeling me stretch your cock craving boi hole and twisting my fingers back and forth huh? Makes you crazy to get fucked again doesn't it?”

 

“Oh yesssss, bro it fucking feels so good! I love having something in my tight hairy pig hole...whatever you and Daddy want to put in it – cocks, fingers, tongues,dildos. I can't get enough bro. Please, man, please use my hole. Keep it filled. Gawd I love the feelings you and Daddy make my slutty hole feel!”

 

“And you love all the cum and piss and meth we put in your wet open hole too don't you? Feeding your piggy hunger and making you understand what a fucking cock-worshipping pig bitch like you is here for. Your ass and your throat are meant to service and pleasure and be used by alpha men to drill and pound and breed and mark as long and as often as they need to use your holes, right, boy?”

 

“Yes, bro, gawd yes! I want you and Daddy using and owning my fucking holes, using me as your cumdump and urinal. Damn dude I can't believe how much I need you both inside me.”

 

“And other men too, pig? You want other men deep in your ass and throat too don't you? Feeling all the cock you can get stuffing you, stretching you, breeding you. Doesn't matter who it is or what color or age as long as your holes are being fucked and cummed in. Nothing about the tops that are using your holes matters if they keep you fucked and fucked up, right baby boi?” I was working on his mindset to want nothing but cock, eventually – soon! - even the fucker's status wouldn't matter to our strung out cockwhore as long as he kept getting his “fix” of dick, cum and piss.

 

“Fuck yeah bro! All the men that you and Daddy want to have use my ass and mouth. My holes belong to you all and I will take whoever's cock in my guts that you all say! Just don't let the fucking stop bro! Please!! I have to have cocks and cum all the time!”

 

I now had 4 fingers moving in and out and around in semi circles inside this sexy tina-controlled hairy pig's ass. I could feel all the cum and piss that Daddy and I had been dumping in him again and again and again covering my fingers, knowing that every single drop of all that cum in his young naive hole was lethal unmedicated HVL POZ cum! I was working it into the torn and abused tissues of the lining of his ass making sure our family dna made it's way into his dna, changing him forever. Gawd my dick was so fucking hard thinking of all the dirty sperm our pig boi had inside him. He was no doubt already as good as knocked up but Daddy and I were enjoying his holes and piggy hunger too much to stop now. It was close to 10:00 on Saturday night and we still had a hell of a lot of time to use this whore's body and holes and mind. And we still had not gotten to the point of getting him to beg for POZ cum but it wouldn't be much longer I was sure. Without him being aware of it his mind had already crossed that threshold of insatiable need and desire. He couldn't stop taking cock and cum even if he tried. But he wasn't going to try that. No fucking way!

 

I passed the poppers to him and told him to hit them hard and keep on hitting them. As I felt the warmth from the popper rush spread around my fingers in his ass, I folded my thumb into the palm of my hand and began applying pressure moving my entire fist toward his red puffy and gripping hole. Fuck I couldn't wait to see his reaction to his first fisting!!

 

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The young sexy horny bottom sub pig had walked in Leather Daddy's door late Friday night hoping for and expecting to get majorly spun on T and to worship and please the dominant Daddy he'd been with once before. He had been hungry to have Daddy's cock and cum in his mouth while Daddy kept him high, never even considering the idea of taking a cock in his neg virgin boi-hole.

 

That boi was gone now, replaced by the naked, sweaty, parTyed up insatiable cock, cum and piss whore who was now on his hands and knees in front of me, his face buried in the carpet, pushing his no-longer-virgin hole back hungrily onto my fist buried up to the wrist in his hot burning cum-and-piss filled ass! He was mumbling and moaning in total piggy need as I fucked my fist in and out of his stretched and unresisting boihole. “Please, bro, OMG, PLEASE dude fuck me with your fist! Shove it deep and let me fucking FEEL it man! Ohhhhhhh gawd yesssssssssss. More bro, please give me more! Fucking stretch my ass bro!!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm”

 

I felt his hole spasm around my fist and wrist as I twisted my hand back and forth inside his warm wet wrecked fuckchute. I opened my fingers slightly inside him making contact with his already-bruised and sensitive prostate and heard him whimper loudly as he shoved back against me wanting – needing – more!! It was so fucking wild how easily and readily he accepted his first fist-fucking and my dick was rockhard as I felt his need and hunger increasing. And although his formerly bi cherry hole had been fucked and bred multiple times so far this weekend, his ass lips were still tight and snug around my wrist. Damn sweet!

 

I was stroking my dripping cock with my free hand thinking of pulling my hand out of his ass and shoving my raw POZ cock inside him, wanting to add another load of toxic unmedicated spunk to his corrupted hole. Just as I was about to do it, Leather Daddy walked back into the room. I'm not sure where he'd been or what he'd been doing, but I'd heard him a couple times talking to somebody on the phone. But I didn't think much about it with the feeling of Trevor's hungry ass taking my fist.

 

“Hot fucking damn! You pigs look so fucking nasty and hot!”, Daddy growled. Trevor raised his head up immediately hearing Daddy's voice and I watched Daddy walk around and stand in front of him, his thick hard Daddy cock standing out straight in front of him. Daddy put his finger under Trevor's chin and raised his head up so they were looking at each other eye-to-eye. “How you liking that fist inside your fucking cunt boi? Feeling good?” Trevor moaned with lust and heat and answered, “Oh fuck yeah Daddy!! It feels so fucking awesome! I can't believe how good it feels! Never thought I'd be able to take a fist or want to but I want it and I love it!! Will Daddy fuck me with his fist too? It's even bigger than bro's and I know it'll feel sooooooooo good!!”

 

Daddy chuckled softly and ran his thumb along Trevor's wet lips. “I'm sure that can be arranged pig. Your Daddy loves fucking a hole – with my tongue, fingers, dick and fist. Doesn't matter what I use I just love fucking pig bottoms slut holes!!”

 

“Yes Daddy, please! I need it so much!”, Trevor begged.

 

Just then there was a knock at the door. Daddy grinned evilly as Trevor and I both stared at him then looked at the door and then back to him. I even stopped moving my fist and left it unmoving in Trevor's guts.

 

“First though boys, Daddy has his first surprise for you. I know you're going to love it!”

 

With that Daddy walked to the door and opened it. Standing on the porch with the lightening sky as a backdrop behind him (it was morning already?!) was a massive giant of a man! My guess was at least 6'3”, 240-250 obviously solid pounds of meat and muscle, wearing a sleeveless shirt unbuttoned exposing his hairy dark chocolate chest and abs with both nips pierced. Trevor and I both moaned in wanton lust at this vision as Daddy stepped back and the dark god walked in and Daddy closed the door.

 

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