Holiday Weekend

Author: dckinkboy
Title: Holiday Weekend
Date: 08 February 2009

Tapping next to my head woke me. There were flashes of red and blue lights all around me. Bright white light filled my face. I was dazed and confused and opened my window to the police officer standing outside my car shining his flashlight in face.

“You out here cruising tonight, son?” the officer asked. I couldn’t see his face, only the bright flashlight which felt like it was burning into my retinas.

“I - Um - No sir. No sir. I’m not.” I shifted in the car seat which caused a sharp, burning sensation from my lower back down over my ass to my thighs. I grimaced in pain.
“
You been drinking tonight?” the officer asked.

“No sir. I don’t think—I mean, no.” I wasn’t sure where I was or how I got there.

“Well, what are you doing here then?” I struggled to recall what had happened.



The ad on the internet said that he was looking to use and abuse a submissive but defiant bottom and the bottom “must love leather”. He required a face picture and stats. I emailed a picture from last Halloween where I wore a cheap imitation leather harness. I never really play in leather but I was interested. I didn’t really think anything would come of the ad. Most guys put up these ads and then back out at the last minute. And usually if they do follow through, they have over exaggerated what they want or what they are willing to do. He replied to my email with a picture of a hot muscular body wearing a leather harness, high leather boots, and a leather jock. There was no face in the picture. I figured it was a “borrowed” picture from the internet, but was still willing to see where this thing went. After a few emails back and forth, he suggested we meet at a local cruise park. I figured if he didn’t show, at least I would be some place where I could give or get some head instead. I agreed. He gave me a description of his car and a time to meet.

I listened to my car radio and watched for the black Ford Explorer with tinted windows, and New Jersey plates to come through. I didn’t wait long. He drove around the parking lot and parked off towards the back away from all the other cars. I drove up next to him and put my window down. “Nice,” he smiled, “Come around and get in, man.”

I jumped out of my car and walked around to the passenger side of his truck. When I got in his truck I was overwhelmed by the smell of cigars and leather. He smiled and put his hand on my knee. He was beautiful and big. The picture was him after all. He was wearing tight jeans, a white wife-beater that was stretched across his broad and hairy chest. His face was warm and friendly and the conversation flowed easily.

We chatted a little bit. I told him that I was spending the holiday weekend alone because all of my friends went to the beach and I didn’t have enough money to go. I would be bored for three-days. As we talked I noticed he was getting a hard on. He rubbed his bulging jeans and when he saw that I was staring at his crotch he spread his legs and nodded towards me. I took the hint and leaned over and began licking the bulge in his jeans. He pulled me back by the shoulder and unfastened his jeans. I was amazed at the huge cock that flopped out. My mouth watered as I stared at it. I leaned in to get a taste.

“Hold on cowboy!” he said and wrapped his big thick hand around his veiny cock and gave it a pump or two and pulled his foreskin back. “You remember the ad and you know what I expect. You’re into leather, right?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, of course.” I thought sucking his dick would not be any different if I wore leather or not.

“You know it would be really hot if you’d slip this on.” He reached down and from under his seat pulled up a piece of leather with some straps and chrome rings and buckles on it.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A hood. Come on it’ll be hot,” he said.

“What if someone sees me?” I was reluctant but felt a little stirring of excitement in the pit of my stomach.

“Nobody will see. These windows are tinted, besides you’ll be down here sucking on my hog anyway, right?” he said warmly and smiled. I felt my cock jump and swell to life at the thought of wearing a leather hood, and I quickly agreed. He slipped the hood over my head. There were no holes to see through, so it was like being blindfolded. There were a couple nostril holes, to breathe through. I took a deep breath and the strong smell of leather was intoxicating. He guided my eager mouth down towards his musky cock. As I inhaled the smell of leather mixed with the smell of stale piss and sweat from his cock. The moment my lips felt his supple foreskin I began sucking and licking, trying to get as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. He moaned in approval and kept saying things like “Good pig,” and “Fuck yeah.” He tugged at the hood, trying to get it all the way down to my neck and rubbed my leather covered head, as I kept sucking his beautiful cock. All at once he hit the back of my head really hard and grunted. I thought he was going to cum. He commanded me to be still. I didn’t move. I heard him start the engine and put the truck into gear. I started to pull my head up, and he smacked me hard again.

“The cops are driving through. Be good and quiet and we’ll just drive around until they leave. You don’t want to be picked up wearing that hood do you?” I couldn’t answer with his cock in my mouth and his hand on the back of my head holding me down, but I relaxed and stayed down as we drove around for a few minutes enjoying the nice dick in my mouth. “I’m going to go out to the main road for minute; I think they’re watching me. We’ll go up to a parking lot around the corner and finish up there.” His rough strong hand stayed on my head holding me down the whole way.

After a few minutes he parked the truck and turned the motor off. “That was a good pig boy” he rubbed the back of my head. “Now I got another little treat for you.” With some force he placed both of his hands on my head and with out any other warning my mouth began to fill with warm salty piss. I tried to resist but he was too strong. “You better fucking swallow that piss boy!” he shouted and slapped my head again. I did. I kept swallowing as my mouth filled with his piss. Once he was done he rubbed my head and told me that I did a good job. He released my head from his strong grip and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I choked and gagged thinking about my stomach being filled with piss. He rubbed my head, “Let’s get you inside pig,” and he opened the truck door and got out, closing his truck door behind him.
Unsure of what was happening I reached back behind my head to unfastened the hood, but there padlocks attached to the straps. I couldn’t get it off. I started to panic, the passenger side door opened and I felt two big strong arms reach around and underneath me and lift me out of the truck. I was carried a few steps and he stood me on my feet and opened a door. He led me into the door and told me to sit on the floor just inside the door.

“What the fuck is going on here! Get this fucking thing off of me!” I yelled.

“Get down on the floor, NOW!” he screamed and shoved my shoulder back against the wall. I slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor not sure what else to do. I heard him walking around and the sound of metal, maybe keys, jingling. He approached me with heavy steps. “Open your mouth pig,” he said. I resisted. I didn’t move. He slapped my face really hard “NOW!” he screamed. I opened my mouth and a small tube that tasted of plastic or rubber was put into my mouth. I heard and felt him fastening snaps to the hood on my face. I was gagged. He grabbed my right hand and slipped a strap or something around my wrist, then the other wrist. I heard a clasp clicking closed and then a tug at the top of my head. “Crawl” he commanded. He lead me along by the top of the hood for about ten or fifteen feet. “Stand” he barked. I struggled to stand not having any balance being blinded.

“Kick off your shoes,” he barked. Not knowing what else to do, I followed instructions and kicked off my tennis shoes. I almost fell over in the process. He held my shoulder and kept me steady.

He slid a cold knife blade or scissors into the neck of my t-shirt and cut it and then he ripped my t-shirt off. Next, he grabbed my slightly muscular chest and then smacked my chest hard almost knocking me over. He unfastened my belt and pulled my shorts down. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He quickly grabbed one of my ass cheeks and then gave my ass a little slap. I was afraid, but excited. The cool air-conditioned air on my skin and his rough caressing and smacking affected me. I felt my cock swell. I was standing there, where ever there was, naked except for the straps on my wrists and the hood. He grabbed my half-hard cock and jerked it a few times with his rough callused hand then without warning smacked my cock causing my entire body to jerk. He fastened straps around my ankles, and commanded that I get down on all fours. Once I was in position, I felt him reach underneath me and he grabbed my balls and wrapped a cold metal device around them and then I heard chains or keys. He attached something to the straps at my ankles. His hands started rubbing all over my body, sliding between my ass cheeks. I have to admit I was incredibly turned on and he could tell. He commented on how his pig was hard as a rock and then gave my ass another smack.

His lubed fingers probed my ass crack and eventually slipped into my asshole. I moaned and rotated my hips. Suddenly, my body jumped forward as a crack rang in my ears and my ass burned.

“Don’t move or you’ll get more spanking.” He barked. I remained completely still as he probed my ass, stretching my hole with his fingers. After a few minutes he stopped and I felt something pressing into my asshole. He told me to take a deep breath and then pushed a huge plug or dildo into my ass. I tried to scream in pain and move away, but I could only make muffled sounds.

“A nice piggy tail for my pig boy.” He said and I heard him stand up and walk away. I was confused, sore, and frightened, but very turned on at the same time. I didn’t move. I heard the sound of a beer can being opened in the distance and then another. I heard his footsteps come back towards me and he said.

“Do you want a beer?” I thought to myself how weird that he would offer me a beer. How would I drink it like this?

“Sure, Sam. Thanks,” said a man with a Southern twang behind me.

“How about you fellas? You guys alright?” I heard my capture, Sam, say followed by some grunts of other men. I was shocked and scared.

“Nice piggy you got. Kind of mouthy, too,” said a man’s voice from the distance, “He’ll be fun.”

“You want to come over hear and make sure his mouth is taken care of, George?”

“Hell yeah!” I heard the distinct sound of leather rubbing against leather as someone stood up and then heavy boots walked towards me. The snaps were undone on my face and before I could say or do anything a flaccid cock was slid into my mouth. It tasted like leather and stale piss. It was delicious. I heard the sound of someone spitting and felt drops on my bare back. Within a second or two, piss began to flow into my mouth. I swallowed quickly. “Yeah, he’s a nice one.”

Once he was done pissing he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I spit on the floor, “God dammit! What the fu—“ I said, and felt a stinging sensation on my back. Like a belt hit my back and was dragged across it. The gag was put back into my mouth and snapped into place and the belt struck my back again. I heard heavy boots or shoes as they stomped around me while I got more lashes as punishment.

Someone unsnapped and removed the gag and then commanded that I clean his boots like a good pig. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then something heavy pressed on the back of my head and pushed my face toward the floor. I could smell dirty leather and stuck my tongue out. The tip of my tongue touched something and I began licking the leather that was in front of me. I tasted leather and a hint of piss and dirt. The more I licked the boot, the more I wanted. Soon I was stretching out my tongue to get more of the boot; I made long strokes with my tongue. Within a few minutes the boots covered with my spit were removed and another set of boots were standing in front of me to clean. Without hesitation I lapped at the boots, and wanted more.

“Looks like we got us a good boot pig,” said Sam.

“Watching him slobber all over these boots got me goin’,” said another man.

“Come here, pig,” I heard Sam’s voice to my left. I crawled toward his voice. I realized that if I moved my legs to far my balls were painfully pulled. I could only move slowly. “Get up here.” Sam patted a leather bench. I slowly crawled up. The bench was padded and comfortable but cold against my bare skin of my stomach and chest, and there were padded areas for my knees and hands to rest also. I felt my wrist straps being adjusted and fastened and then my ankles were fastened. They strapped me to the bench. I felt tugs at my tail. Without warning the plug was quickly and forcefully pulled out of my ass. I screamed out in pain. With a loud crack the belt struck my back. The gag was put back into my mouth and snapped to the hood. Then I got more lashes with the belt. These lashes were more severe than the lashes I got earlier. I grimaced in pain. I pulled at my wrist and ankle restraints. I heard someone spit and felt more drops on my back followed by a heavy stream of warm liquid. Through the small nostril holes I could smell fresh piss. I was drenched.

“Get ready you fuckin’ pig,” said George. Something huge slammed into my ass. The hot searing pain ripped through me and I pulled at my restraints again. Immediately he began fucking my ass hard and deep. He gripped my shoulders and I could feel his hairy sweaty body against me. The buckles on his harness scratched my freshly beaten back as he lay on top of me with all of his weight. My ass burned from the relentless assault then I felt his cum shoot deep inside me. He pulled his cock out and spat on my back. Before I could catch my breath another cock was brutally fucking my ass. This continued for a long time, one cock after another filling my ass with cum.

When the men were done fucking me my tail was shoved back into my ass and I was removed from the bench and placed into a small metal cage. The cage was too small for me to move around.


“Let’s reward the pig with a little something to drink,” I heard Sam say and the gag in my mouth was taken out and replaced by another. This one had a hole in it and liquid filled my mouth. It was beer. I swallowed quickly trying to catch my breath. Immediately my head got heavy and noises in the room started to have a strange metallic sounding echo. There was a ringing in my ears that just got louder and louder until the next thing I knew I woke up laying on my back. My mouth was open but the hood was still covering my aching head. The strong smell of cigar smoke filled the room. My arms and legs were restrained and I couldn’t move. I tugged my limbs trying to break free, Sam greeted me.

“Good Morning Pig. I hope you enjoyed yourself last night.”

“Where am I?” I whispered.

“Don’t worry. You’re at my house. Are you alright?” Sam’s voice was soft and warm like it was in the car.

“I think so. What’s going on? What are you going to do to me?”

“Did you enjoy yourself last night? I bet you’re hungry,” he said and began unfastening my limbs. He rolled me over carefully and lifted me from the bed or table that I was lying on and placed me on the floor on all fours. “Don’t move.” The sound of his heavy boots trailed off and then became loud again. There was a loud metallic thud in front of me. “Eat,” he commanded.

“What is this? What’s going on?” I said. He shoved my head into a metal bowl that was filled with luke warm oatmeal.

“EAT!” he yelled. I opened my mouth and buried my face in the oatmeal getting as much of it into mouth as quickly as I could. “Good pig,” he said and stroked my tender and bruised back. “You need to pee?” he asked. I nodded in acknowledgement.

He attached a leash to my hood and led me out a door. I crawled onto damp grass and he told me to stop and piss. I did as I was told. My piss flowed down between my legs to the ground and splattered on my stomach and legs. Sam told me that I was a good pig, and asked if I was thirsty. I opened my mouth and strong rancid stream of piss hit my hood face and filled my mouth. I closed my mouth to swallow the strong brew of his morning piss. He kept pissing and aimed his strong thick flow over my back completely soaking me.

“My friends will be over soon for more of you. You slept almost the whole day,” Sam said as he led me back into the house. The cool air on my wet skin gave me chills. For hours I was gagged, and placed in the cage where I couldn’t lay down. Every now and then Sam walked by and spit on me or pissed on me. Later the gag was removed and I was forced to lick his boots clean, and then act as an ottoman while he watched TV.

A knock on the door was followed by the sounds of Sam and other men talking. I was instructed to stay in the middle of the room and not move. I did was I was told. After the men had been drinking beer for a while the gag was removed from my mouth and one that had a hole in it was put into my mouth. It was attached to a funnel or something. Beer piss filled my mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could. The men commanded that I lick their boots and I eagerly did as I was told. They ordered me back onto the leather bench. They strapped me down and took turns fucking me again. They were drunk and laughing and having a good time. I was enjoying the sex and abuse but realized that something was missing. A load of cum was shot into my mouth and I spat it out.

“You fuckers!” I yelled.

“PIG!” yelled Sam back at me.

“Shut up. Let me go,” I demanded. I received a hard paddling on my ass and I responded, “Thank you, SIR!”

My cock exploded and cum shot all over my legs. Some one reached down and scooped it up and fed it to me. The abuse of my ass and mouth continued but this time it was rougher then ever before. They smacked me, hit me, and totally abused me while they filled me with their cum and piss.

After hours of abuse, the tube with the hole in it was placed into my mouth again and beer flowed down my throat. Immediately I passed out.



I regained my composure realizing that I was at the cruise park again sitting in my own car.

“You can’t sleep here. You have to move on,” said the officer.

“Oh, of course. Sorry Sir.” I said.

“Alright. You better get going.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said and started to wind up the window.

“Drive careful, pig.” The officer said and walked back to his cruiser.