Mister Pig

[raunchycumslut]

Chapter One:

Barely making enough to cover rent and groceries, and with another semester’s worth of books and tuition fast approaching, Jack had reluctantly accepted the opportunity for quick cash. And now, here he was, walking up the street towards the house where he would be whoring himself out. The place where he’d have sex with a man he had met via a deepweb gay escort site, whom he hadn’t seen and would not be seeing (well, except for maybe his cock), a man who, in a few minutes, would be fucking his ass bareback. Jack paused, almost mid-step. Was he really going to do this, let some random stranger fuck his ass, cum in his ass, possibly give him HIV or other diseases, just for a few dollars? What if his girlfriend or friends at school found out? What if the cops busted him for prostitution?

No, he told himself as he resumed his previous pace, he was going to let a man discreetly use his ass for a half-hour, in exchange for more money than he would make in two weeks at his 9-to-5 job, and his weekend tutoring gigs, COMBINED. Nobody would find out about this, the website they met on used crypto currency, serious encryption, and had other safeguards in place to ensure privacy for its users; there were no notes at home or messages on his phone about this; nobody knew about this, or would ever know about this, except Jack and his client. And, the man had grilled Jack about his sexual history, even made him show proof of a recent STD/HIV screening, before he had been willing to actually meet up. The guy Jack was meeting said he was closeted and couldn’t risk catching anything, so he was willing to pay to use Jack’s straight, virgin asshole. All Jack had to do was show up, bend over, let the man finger and fuck his ass for a bit, then he could go home, get drunk, and put it all out of his mind. Hell, he could use some of the cash to pay Quinn or Linda to cover his shift tomorrow, take the day off. If the client liked him well enough, and Jack didn't hate it too much, this could even be a recurring source of considerable income.

Jack spotted a gnarled, twisted, barren tree across the street, and realized he had reached his destination. He didn’t need to check the address to make sure, the property was exactly as the man had described it, creepy tree and all. Glancing to make sure nobody was around to see him, he walked up the driveway, quietly opened the gate to the side of the garage, and started walking down the path towards the backyard. He made his way around the back of the house, and went up the steps onto the back deck.

The deck was large, and was enclosed by walls that were nearly a bare frame, almost like a shed on stilts, but with something lining the interior that Jack assumed was there to muffle sound. The door had been left often. It was surprisingly heavy, felt like thick wood, Jack was surprised it wasn't a simple screen door. Shrugging, he closed it behind him and noticed there was a short hallway of sorts, lined by floor-length curtains. At the end of the hallway, was a sheet of reinforced plywood with a large gloryhole cut into it. Jack walked to the gloyrhole and realized there was another curtain behind it, which prevented Jack from seeing anything (or anyone) on the other side. The single dim bulb overhead hummed softly. Jack was both a bit unnerved and appreciative of how someone (probably his client) had clearly DIY'd the back porch into a place suited for exactly the sort of hookup they were having. Though given what he was willing to pay Jack for 30 minutes of his time, maybe the man had paid someone else to do the work. Jack pondered the awkwardness of describing to someone exactly how you wanted your sex-room to be set up. A sharp knocking sound from the gloryhole’s frame caught Jack’s attention and his thoughts about his surrounding's construction evaporated; it was a signal his client was aware of his presence and ready to go.

Jack cleared his throat and quickly stripped off his clothing, tossing them into a pile a few feet closer to the door. Once he was nude, he turned in a slow circle to show off his body, as his client had requested in their messages. He wasn't sure how his client was seeing him put himself on display, and the thought of a hidden camera worried him, but he figured it was too late to protest now. The curtain behind the gloryhole parted just slightly, and a paper bag was thrown onto the floor in front of Jack. Peeking inside, Jack could see the money was all there, possibly even more than they had agreed on. He briefly considered running off, but thought better of it; he’d never get his clothes on fast enough to run off with the cash unchallenged, there was no way he was running away naked, and besides, he was hoping this would be an ongoing thing, right? Jack gave up on the idea of leaving with both the money and his dignity intact. He tossed the bag onto his pile of clothes, walked to the gloryhole, turned around and bent over so his ass was against the opening.

“I’m not sure if you can tell from back there, but I’m in position for, uh, you know…” Jack said, resisting the urge to say “In position to be robbed of my manhood, and desperate to get this over with”.

Jack heard movement behind him, felt the curtain brush against his left buttcheek, then felt something cold and wet touch his asscrack. He resisted the instinctual reflex to pull away. The cold wet thing ran up his crack slightly, and rubbed his butthole. Was it the guy’s cock? A dildo? No, the movements and size made him realize it was a gloved finger. The finger pressed against his asshole, and with a sudden forceful poke, penetrated his anus. He couldn’t keep from jerking away for a split second, but forced himself to lean back again, to let the finger slide back into his asshole. It wiggled around inside him, going in and out, working deeper with each push into him. His hole clenched without him meaning to, but he couldn’t make it relax. The finger abrubtly withdrew. This was almost as awkward as the sudden entry had been, but Jack felt a sense of relief with it. His relief was short-lived, as almost immediately, 3 fingers thrust into his asshole. There was much more lube on the fingers than had been on the first one, but the sharpness of the entry, along with how much wider his asshole was being opened, and how deep the fingers had gone, made Jack gasp in surprise. His orifice being invaded wasn't too painful exactly, but there was an intense discomfort, and a pressure similar to needing to take a dump, only much more intense, focused in a small area around the fingers. The enema wand earlier had not been so bad, and it had made Jack think that maybe getting fingered and fucked wouldn’t be a horrible ordeal. Now that he was being fingered though, he didn’t know how long he could take it, or how he was going to deal with a cock entering him. The fingering seemed to go on and on, and his insides burned slightly at first, but the unpleasant sensations slowly faded. The fingers occasionally withdrew, and more lube was added when they re-entered his asshole. The fingers slowly stretched his asshole open wider and wider, and moved in a circle so that his asshole was stretched up and down, sideways, pulled open every which way. Each stretching motion brought a new wave of discomfort and sometimes pain, but it subsided over time. After what seemed like hours but was probably about 10-15 minutes, Jack realized his asshole was not just relaxed or used to the finger-fucking, but had started going numb. The realization made him aware that his legs had started to go numb as well. So had his arms, and he was feeling light-headed. He wondered if it was some panic/stress response to getting his asshole played with, or the the tension in his body was taking a toll. Not wanting his client to notice and get upset, he tried to lean back against the gloryhole frame. Yet again, the fingers slid out of his ass and entered a moment later with more lube on them. However, this time he only felt it on the outside of his asshole; he couldn’t feel anything from his insides anymore, save a very slight sensation of wanting to be empty again. Another few moments, and his knees buckled. He didn’t simply fall face down on the floor all at once, it was more like he kneeled, then tried to steady himself on all fours, failed, and lied down on the floor without wanting or meaning to do so; a slow motion collapse he could not control or prevent. He simply couldn’t get his body to hold him up any longer; his limbs refused to move the way he wanted them to, they almost refused to move at all. The curtains near the gloryhole opened up suddenly. A man emerged, dressed in a leather suit, with a leather hood that resembled a pig. It reminded Jack of the leather puppy-hood he had found in his cousin's closet last year, but instead of making him chuckle, it made him afraid. Jack found himself too scared and disoriented at this point to speak. He was unable to resist as the man in the Pig mask pulled his arms behind him and put him in handcuffs, gagged him, and put a cloth sack over his head. Though diminished, Jack still had enough feeling in the outer ring of his asshole to feel that something very similar to the enema wand was being inserted into his rectum. He had the sensation of a gush of liquid entering his rectum (a feeling of pressure, coupled with cold, and a slight gurgling noise). As the object was pulled out of his asshole, Jack tried to raise his head, to speak, to kick, to shit out the liquid, to do anything, but his body would not respond. Time passed. A minute? Five minutes? Ten Minutes? Longer than that? He couldn’t tell. His senses grew more numb and distorted by the second. His mind grew fuzzy and tired. Thinking was unbearably hard. He couldn’t focus, despite the fear pumping adrenaline through his system. His mind was a fog-covered maze, and he briefly thought he saw music and tasted something Purple. He also thought that maybe he felt someone lift his legs and start dragging him across the floor, but the sensation was muted as he was overcome by a dreamless sleep.

[To be continued....]

Author's Note: Just a story I started writing for Halloween. I have plans to continue it but make no promises about when updates will be. The initial post is pretty tame (gay-for-pay prostitution and drugging someone, no big deal) but the finished story will include men being raped bareback, savagely beaten, and possibly worse. Happy Halloween!

Edited October 27, 2017 by raunchycumslut

[raunchycumslut]

Chapter 2:

Jack woke up, without any idea where he was or how long he’d been out. His mind no longer felt fogged, and he seemed back in control of his limbs. The handcuffs and bag over his head had been removed, the only clothing on him was something that seemed like a cross between a bathrobe and a hospital gown; it had long sleeves, went down to nearly his ankles, and had an opening all the way down the back that was held closed by a series of snaps. His right arm was slightly stiff, and there was a taped-down piece of gauze bandaging the inner part of his elbow. “What the fuck?!?” Jack thought, “Did someone inject me with something?! No, it wasn’t just a needle; it was an IV. But how the fuck do I know that, and why don’t I remember it?” Jack coughed suddenly, a cough that was sounded bizarre to him, hoarse yet fainter than a cough should sound. The cough made him realize something was wrong with his throat; not the tickle of a sore throat, more like the burning rawness of the last time he had strep-throat, or when he’d had his tonsils removed as a kid. Where was he? It seemed like a room in someone’s basement, or the inside of a bomb shelter, perhaps. This place wasn’t a room, it was a cell; Jack was a prisoner here. The hair on Jack’s neck stood up as he realized this, and he nervously looked around. Three of the cell’s walls, and the floor, seemed to be made of concrete; the remaining wall was mostly occupied by a floor to ceiling mirror (the sort of mirror that would allow someone on the other side to spy on him, Jack assumed) with a reinforced metal door keeping the mirror from taking up the entire wall. A wide strip of cement, same as the other walls, separated the mirror from the doorframe. The ceiling looked to be made of some type of metal, with several small lights spaced evenly over the room. On the far end of the room there was a shower, with a slightly lower floor than the rest of the room, and a glass door; the shower area was large but lacked any sort of tub, and Jack sensed the room’s floor had a very slight tilt toward the shower drain. A toilet and sink were near the shower; a small cabinet with a mirrored face adorned the wall above the sink. Jack was lying on a small bed (almost a cot, really), the metal frame was anchored into the wall. The pillow and linens were clean and surprisingly comfortable. Jack got off the bed, walked over to the sink, and turned on the water. It came out cold, and seemed clean. Jack bent down and took several gulps; he expected this would aggravate the burn in his throat, but the water didn’t bother him. He resumed checking out the room. Near the bed was a nightstand, with a wooden chair next to it. Some kind of U-shaped pipe or piece of metal stuck out of the floor in the middle of the room, almost like a giant staple in the ground. Two cameras were mounted in opposite corners of the room, inside protective plastic cages. Despite multiple wall vents, Jack felt almost no air movement, though the room seemed neither chilly nor hot. A large, flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall across from the bed. As if noticing his attention, it turned on.

A man in a leather suit appeared on screen. He was slightly shorter than the man in the pig hood had been, but more well built, more muscular. This man also wore a leather hood, but instead of a puppy or a pig, his resembled a wolf. “Greetings Jack,” the wolf-hooded man said, “I’m Mister Wolf. I expect you’re quite upset and more than a bit frightened by your encounter with my friend Mister Pig, and the way you were brought to your new home, but there’s no need to panic. I want to make that totally clear, Jack: this is your home now, and you don’t need to be afraid. You’re our pet now, and we’ll take good care of you, but you have to be a good, obedient boy in return. I’m sure you’re hungry; I know it’s been many days since your last meal, and I don’t want our newest pet to starve. Look under the bed, Jack, there’s a length of chain, a padded metal collar, and a pair of padlocks. I want our new pet, our new Puppy, to put on his new collar, secure it to the chain with one of the padlocks, and then use the other padlock to secure the chain to the anchor bar in the middle of the floor. If Puppy is a good boy and does that, I’ll reward him with food.”

As the television turned off, Jack noticed the cameras re-position, getting a better view of him. He briefly considered refusing the command, making an obscene gesture, but decided against it. He didn’t know what exactly his abductors would do if he disobeyed. Given the planning and preparation that had clearly gone into his abduction (and the implication he wasn’t their first victim) Jack decided that, for the time being, compliance was in his best interest. Jack knew he was already trapped; a chain around his neck wasn’t going to make things any worse for him. Besides that, he was REALLY fucking hungry. Jack rolled off the bed and immediately knelt down to reach underneath it. Sure enough, the chain, collar, and padlocks were there. Jack did as instructed, putting on the collar (thankfully, the collar was fairly loose fitting, so he didn’t have any worries about it impeding breathing or eating), securing it to the chain, and then securing the chain to the anchor in the floor. The cameras tracked his movements as he walked around the room, testing the limits of movement the chain allowed him, as well as its weight. The bed and toilet were accessible while chained, as was the shower. The chain’s length did not quite allow him to reach the door. The weight was considerable, but not a serious burden; Jack could already tell there was no way he’d be able to break it without tools.

Jack heard several clicking sounds from the door, and it opened outward. Mister Wolf stepped inside the room, carrying a steaming bowl. Jack smelled meat (or was it fish of some kind?) and a hunger pang nearly made him wince, but Jack kept his face blank. Mister Wolf walked briskly to the nightstand and set the bowl down. He then turned and looked Jack up and down. “Hi Puppy,” Mister Wolf said to him, ”The collar looks good on you. I’m glad you decided to be a good boy and obey me. My friend Mister Bear made some stew for our hungry boy. We don’t want to risk your clothes getting dirty though, so Puppy needs to take off his frock and put it neatly on the bed before he’ll get fed.”

Jack took a deep and somewhat shaky breath, his throat burning as he did so. He needed a moment to collect himself or he was going to lose it. Since waking up, he had been focused on checking out his surroundings, then by Mister Wolf’s appearance on the TV, and then his hunger and the prospect of being fed had kept his mind occupied, kept him from considering who his captors were or what exactly they wanted, but being ordered to strip naked had been like bashing Jack over the head with the broader implications of his situation (and what was likely in store for him). Jack finally processed something Mister Wolf had said on the TV; he had been here for several days, possibly longer than that. What sort of drugs had they put in his system to knock him out for that long? What damage had that done to his body? What might have happened to him while he was unconscious, completely defenseless? How far away from home could they have taken him in that time?

“The new Puppy doesn’t seem very obedient,” a voice boomed from the door, snapping Jack out of his thoughts and bringing his attention to the figure stepping into the doorway. It was the man in the pig mask. “You were told to get naked, so do it, Puppy,” he ordered. Jack looked back and forth between the two masked men, his stomach churning with fear. Mister Wolf, like everything about this situation, scared him, but Mister Pig…his voice, the way he moved…fuck it, everything about him made Jack want to piss himself. Never in Jack’s life had he felt the urge to run away so badly, the need to escape from danger. The collar and chain suddenly felt a thousand times heavier than it had before.

“Boy, you’re gonna learn real quick to do as you’re fucking told,” Mister Pig said. Jack’s attention turned to Mister Wolf as the man started to say something, but was cut off when a sizzling, popping sound thundered nearby; Jack saw the flicker of electricity crackling briefly at the end of the rod Mister Pig was now holding. ”Holy fucking shit that’s a cattle prod!!!” Jack realized, as he saw Mister Pig advance into the room and touch the end of the prod to a link in Jack’s chain. Before the prod could discharge again, Jack had slumped to his knees and tears were running down his face, his mouth open as he stared at Mister Pig in terror.

“Hold on, Mister Pig,” Mister Wolf said sternly, “Puppy’s gone through a lot the last few days, but he’s behaved so far for me; he’s a good boy. Here, we’ll show you; Puppy, your clothes are coming off,” he grabbed Jack’s frock by the sleeves and pulled it off his body, the snaps in the back clicking as they gave way, leaving Jack completely nude save for the collar around his neck. Mister Wolf quickly folded up the garment and put it on the bed. “Stand up Puppy, it’s okay, you’re okay,” the man said soothingly as Jack stood up awkwardly, “Good boy. Show Mister Pig that you’re a good boy and he doesn’t need to be upset with you. I know! Nobody told me your cock was uncut, pull your foreskin back and show us your cock-head.” Jack was too scared to argue or hesitate, he reached down with his left hand (his right arm was still a bit stiff) and used his thumb and forefinger to slide his foreskin back from the head of his cock; his dick was limp, so the foreskin slid back easily, but started to slide down again as soon as Jack released it. Terrified of angering Mister Pig, Jack immediately grabbed his foreskin again and held it back to keep his cock-head on display for Mister Pig and Mister Wolf. “Good boy!” Mister Wolf enthusiastically praised Jack, “I knew you just needed a chance to collect yourself. I know how to smooth this over. Mister Pig has a thing for asses, and I know he really likes yours, but he was annoyed he didn’t get a good view of it when you two…um…met…the other day. Show Mister Pig what a good Puppy you are, kneel on the bed (facing the wall), reach back and hold your ass-cheeks apart, give Mister Pig a good look at your asshole.” Jack felt numb, both his body and his mind, just numb, as he did as Mister Wolf instructed. Letting go of his foreskin, the turned and positioned himself on the bed, putting his ass towards Mister Pig as best he could, then reached back and pulled his butt-cheeks apart, exposing the pink pucker of his butt-hole to the men watching him.

“Damn Puppy,” Mister Pig said appreciatively, almost hungrily, “That is one sweet, tight fuck-hole you’ve got, and I fucking LOVE it when a boy has a nice pink pussy like that. Can’t wait to have that little pink cock-holster stretching out around my raw dick. DAMN!” The discomfort, awkwardness, and physical pain of letting himself be fingered before, Jack would have rather relived that a hundred times than go through what he was experiencing now. Willingly selling his body to one man had been degrading, but being forced to expose the most intimate part of his body to two men, to listen while one of them openly, lustfully talked about his plans to sodomize him, and knowing his survival depended on fully submitting to it, the fear that they might hurt Jack even if he complied, the horror and humiliation of it felt like it might physically crush Jack at any moment. “I guess you might be a good Puppy after all,” Mister Pig said, “Rub your finger against your asshole, boy,” Jack did as told, disgusted but scared about what would happen if he didn’t comply. “Don’t stop Puppy, keep it up.” Mister Pig said, and though Jack hadn’t heard any zipper or buttons coming undone, he felt Mister Pig’s hard cock rubbing against the top of his ass. “I could buttfuck you right now, just spit on my cock-head a little and ram in balls deep. You’d groan and do your best not to cry, but you’d let me use your fuck-hole as rough as I wanted, just brutally rape your pretty, pink boy-hole, because you know we own you now, you know you need to be a good boy and keep us happy. I’m right, aren’t I, Puppy?” Jack could only bring himself to nod as his eyes filled up with tears, mentally bracing himself for the rape he knew was coming, listening to Mister Pig (and now Mister Wolf as well) jacking off behind him, preparing their cocks for Jack’s asshole. “Good Puppy.” Mister Pig said, “I’ll cut you a break Puppy, give you a pass since you’re new; we can’t expect you to act perfect on your first day of obedience training. So I’m not gonna shove my cock up your ass, tear your pink little hole apart as I pound the shit out of you, leave you sore, sobbing, and your ass full of my cum.” Mister Pig gently ran his hand up and down Jack’s back a few times, almost lovingly, reassuringly, “Not today at least. But I do want Puppy to get used to having sperm in his fuckhole. So…,” he paused to spit on Jack’s finger as it continued to rub his asshole, “I want you to start fingering yourself. I’m gonna watch while I jack off, gonna cum on your crack and on your pink little cum-hole, and you’re gonna finger my cum into yourself. Then Mister Wolf is gonna give you what’s in his balls. Let’s get started Puppy.” Mister Pig’s voice carried some of the rage from earlier in the last part, a clear, intentional reminder not to resist. Jack rubbed his finger around the area of his asshole slick with spit, and started working his finger into his anus. The fear was making his asshole clench up, and the spit wasn’t helping very much as lube, so it hurt worse than being fingered previously. Jack was too scared to let up though, he forced himself to go slightly deeper, and picked up speed as time passed. He could hear the men behind him jacking off, grunting and gasping, it seemed to go on and on until Jack was sure the spit had all dried up and his finger was dry fucking his hole as deep as he could take it (so far, only to the knuckle). Suddenly he heard Mister Pig let out a string of profanity, and the head of his cock pressed against Jack’s ass-crack. Jack felt cum run down his crack, onto his finger and his asshole. Revulsion washed over him, but he forced himself to do as he had been told. Jack pulled his finger out of his ass, got it slick with cum from his crack, and pushed it back up his ass, gritting his teeth and pushing the finger in all the way to the hilt. Then he pulled the finger out and did it again. Jack heard Mister Wolf groan heavily, and while he didn’t feel a cock against his ass this time, he did feel several spurts of cum splash on his crack. Jack continued to use his finger to gather the cum up and push it into his ass. Over and over his finger came out of him, rubbed his ass-crack for more semen, then went back inside his hole. Finally, as he went to gather the cum that had run down to his balls (the cum from his crack was pretty much gone by now) to push into his ass, Mister Pig told him, “You got almost all of it Puppy, good boy. Go clean up and you can eat. Leave the cum in your ass for as long as you can though. Whenever a man cums inside you, I want you to act as if you’re trying to get pregnant, keep as much spunk in your body for as long as you can.” And with that, Mister Pig left the room, closing the door behind him. Jack heard several clicks as the locks engaged. Getting off the bed, He realized Mister Wolf had left already without him noticing. Jack let the numbness take over again, walked over to the shower, and cleaned himself up, careful not to expel the semen from his ass, knowing the cameras were on him. After he dried off, he stayed naked, let his hunger become his sole focus, walked over to the bowl of stew and began gulping it down, doing his best to ignore the taste of the tears streaming down his face, splashing in his food. Jack did his best to keep himself from thinking or feeling anything apart from his hunger; he didn’t want to think about what just happened, the cum in his ass, or the fact that his cock (despite staying soft) had twitched when he felt Mister Pig’s cock rub against his ass. He didn’t want to think about how he had met two of his captors, a third had been mentioned, and there was no way of knowing how many men were actually involved in this. Above all, Jack didn’t want to think about what would happen the next time the door to his cell opened.

[To be continued...]

Edited November 13, 2017 by raunchycumslut