Monday Night

[PigDadBear]

There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about the cum leaking out of my ass to the filthy concrete floor, except to turn around and with my tongue lick the juicy wads from the cement. Those loads were mine, they belong to me, and I fucking earned every one of them.

After eating each drop of those loads, I rolled over on my back and laughed. What a fuckin’ night!

It started with me hanging out alone, bored. And as anyone with a lick of sense knows, once that happens, it’s an open door to finding trouble. I called a buddy that I fuck with to see if he was around and wanted to maybe hit some bars, but the phone went unanswered. I cruised a couple of sites to see if there was any action, but it was quiet. There were a few hot men but mostly it was guys that didn’t flip a switch.

I figured it might be best if I just hit a sex club or leather bar but in the end, I decided to just head out for a walk and see where it took me. I threw on some trash clothes, grabbed a cockring and some poppers, and headed out the door.

I was about a half-hour from my apartment and heading downtown. Quiet Monday night, not a thing going on. As I approached some of the smaller side streets of the main drag, I noticed a guy on the sidewalk about a block ahead of me. He ducked into a building entrance. A few more seconds went by and I noticed the top of his head peeking out and then ducking back. I was now about a half a block away.

He came out and stood in full view, and damn, what a sight. Nice, tight 501s, a big fat basket and nice tribal tattoos, swarthy face, very, very hot.

I slowed my pace a bit – well, more than a bit, I basically stopped dead in my tracks. My cock stood at full attention in a second, and I just knew this guy would be one hell of a time.

“You lookin’ to party?” he says.

Now, no matter how fuckin’ hot this man was, I just didn’t pay for sex as a rule. As a matter of fact, my bank account just wasn’t up for it.

“No thanks, buddy, I can’t afford it right now,” I said.

He looked down at the bulge in my jeans and said, ‘Well, it looks like you are.” He looked me straight in the eye and said, “What about just fuckin’ around? I live right here.” He laughed and added. ‘No charge. Honest.”

My dick responded my leaking a nice stream of precum which spotted my jeans.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Come on up.”

We walked up three flights to his place. At the door to his apartment, his stopped and said, “Do you party?”

“Yeah, sometimes. It depends.”

I walked in and right there in the living room was a sling, rim chair and a massive wooden chair that stood on a small platform which had holes in the bottom. This guy seriously loved sex if this was his living room!

He then asked me if I wanted to slam. The thought of it made me drool – slamming with this hot motherfucker, wow, what did I just walk into? I said I’d only done it a couple of times but didn’t have the big rush everybody always talks about. He said, well, it must have been shitty stuff. I can make sure you have some fun.

So he mixed the shit in front of me, got the rigs ready and then stood me up in front of him and said, “I have some things you’d probably look really good in.” He walked into an adjoining room and came back with a rank, stained jock and a couple of other things, but I could not take my eyes off the man. The idea of doing this… with this man… well, it was overwhelming.

He sat me down, pulled off my pants, and put my boots back on my feet. Then he slipped on that rank jock, squeezing my cock and balls, which jumped in his hands. I watched while he did the same for himself and then took out a big cigar, ashtray and some water in a jug.

“Ready, fucker?” he asked. My eyes said it all. He came forward and tied me off, found a nice, fat vein, and pushed in the needle. I watched, completely fascinated, as he pulled back the plunger. There was the red flash, and in it went. He took off the tourniquet and said, “Hang on, fucker!”

I coughed, and simply seemed to become breathless. There was a moment of panic but then I was flooded with it, begging him, almost incoherent. I went to my knees in front of him. He did himself quickly, and when he pushed in his hit he looked at me like a fuckin’ demon.

“Get the fuck over here, pig!” He made me crawl along the floor toward him. He sat down in the large chair and said, “Get that mouth around this cock.” I was rushing hard – really hard – and I could feel myself getting wet. I opened my mouth and sucked in that semi-hard, dripping cock. He put a hand on my head and guided me while I moaned and slurped up his cock. He was talking the whole time, calling me his fuck boy, telling me just what might be in store for me. All I knew was that I could not wait to get his cock in my hole.

For the next couple of hours he put me through my paces. I was poked, prodded, slapped, flogged, and made to lick his boots while he smoked his great big stogie. I was forced to lick his nice, ripe ass, to eat his hole, and then he put a hood on me and force-fed me his cock.

While I was at his feet, licking his boots, he made a phone call to a buddy.

“Come on, fucker, we’re going to visit a friend of mine. You’re too good of a pig to keep all to myself.”

He forced me into a flight suit, grabbed a few things and put them in a bag. In a couple of minutes, we were on the way to his buddy’s house. Once we were there, he pulled a collar out of the bag and put it around my neck.

“Be real nice to my friend, boy, if you know what’s good for you.”

[spoogeboy]

More more more!!!!

[Msclbeartx]

Man I cannot wait to hear more. Would love for that to happen to me

[NastyRigPig]

I need a new neighborhood

[PigDadBear]

The door opened and his buddy was standing there with a big grin on his face. “So, this is the little pig you were talking about?” "Yeah. Want to make the little fucker squeal some?” “Come on in.”

We got two feet into the stairway when my new pigmaster spun me around and clicked a short leash onto the collar I was wearing. He dragged me up the stairs, all the while telling his buddy what a good bootlicker I was. When we got to the top of the stairs he pushed me against a wall and held me there. His buddy took a good, long look, right into my eyes and the let out a long, slow chuckle. That’s when I realized I’d seen him before. He fisted a guy at a sex club one night when I was new in town and was first discovering the scene. I remembered because he was mercilessly punch-fucking a guy in a sling and I was fascinated by how the bottom’s prolapsed hole responded to his touch. So… is that what I’m in for? Oh, well, put on a brave face… I smiled back at him. Then for some reason I stopped smiling and pulled against my leash, against my pigmaster’s hold, and challenged him without saying a word, just with my eyes. His eyes hardened into slits, and his mouth turned down. Challenge accepted.

They led me into a bathroom, stripped me and cleaned me out but good. In fact, I started to complain, so my pigmaster put a ball gag in my mouth. For the rest of my time being cleaned out all I could do was grunt and groan but their touch was anything but comforting and told me just how serious the two of them could get. When they were satisfied, they took me down the stairs again and through a door and into a playroom. A big one. It must have been a garage, but our host had transformed it into his own small-scale sex club. There was a toilet, urinal and gloryhole setup on one side, a fuck bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, lots of mirrors as well as a sling hung from the rafters by chains.

They pushed me to the right and here were two chairs sitting directly in front of a wooden cage. Into the cage I went and they swiftly locked me in. Our host pulled up a small black table between them. There on the table were sex rigs, loaded and ready to go. The two of them lit cigars and put their booted feet tantalizing close to the bars of the cage. I reached out to touch my pigmaster’s boots but he just pulled them closer to the chair. They went on, silently smoking their cigars, groping their bulges, drinking a beer. I lapped the water from the bowl in the cage. “What first?” said my pigmaster. “Your call” said our host. “Let’s get fucked up and you can show me how hungry this pig can get.”

Out of the cage, then made to stand at attention directly in front of them. My pigmaster tied me off, cleaned my arm and hit me with a great big slam. I was spun. Totally fuckin’ spun. The two of them hit themselves then dragged me over to the cross. Our host handcuffed me to the beams and then grabbed a flogger. Slowly, slowly he started bringing down the flogger on my back until I was raw and begging for more. It wasn’t pain; it was something else entirely, as if the drugs in my system and the insistent whap of the flogger just made me ON FIRE. He stopped flogging and with a leather-gloved hand started smacking my ass, making it just as red and fired up as my back.

My pigmaster took me down from the cross and pushed me to my knees and shoved his fat, leaking dick down my willing throat while I looked up at him, begging him to fuck my face, slurping and talking to him while he fucked my face even harder. Our host got down and, with a large handful of j-lube, worked his hand into my willing hole. Then he moved behind me and sat down on the floor. He backed my ass down on his nice, fat PA’d meat and made me go into a frenzy of bouncing up and down on his dick while my pigmaster skull-fucked me. Our host laughed and said to my master, “Well, he’s one fucked-up little pig. What the hell, maybe there’s a couple more buddies that might be interested in working over this fuckhole.”

I could only think about the two meaty cocks working my holes, focused completely on the feel of our host’s cock in my ass, while I gasped for air while my master held my head and shoved his cock all the way down and held it there. My eyes watered as I looked up at him. He then pulled out of my mouth and his first load of the night went all over my face. He rubbed it with his stiff cock, smearing it all over my face, forcing me to look up at him while his buddy’s cock surged a load into my hole.

We took a ten minute breather after they shoved a nice fat butt plug into my juicy hole. Then our host got on the phone and started making plans. Plans I was sure would be just fine with me... considering the circumstances.

Edited September 4, 2011 by Hotload84

[kinkydawg]

damn, that's hot man.

[pozpopperpig]

Very HOT Stud! Love it!

[Msclbeartx]

Damn I cant wait for part 3

[jankoslave]

hey, really a great hot story - please write another part, pleeeze

[PumaParTyBeasT]

Anybody have part three to this? This story is fucking hot!

[Msclbeartx]

Damn I want to hear more. This is fucking hot

[eagerdaniel]

Incredibly hot! My ultimate fantasy

 Drugged and used by a nasty dom

[Guest]

This is hot. Think I moved to the wrong neighborhood 

[CumPissNK9Fag]

OKAY GONNA NEED TO BE INTRODUCED TO THIS TOP LIKE, YESTERDAY. YES SIR OINK!!

[YEGfaggot]

Oof! I need more of this story 😈