My Boyfriend the Pig Master

Author: dckinkboy
Title: My Boyfriend: the Pig Master
Date: 21 October 2009

After some hesitation, I finally agreed to it. My boyfriend had confided to me that he wanted to place an ad online to have someone come over and fuck me while he stood in the closet and watched. For the past seven months he is the only man I have had sex with. The idea of having sex with someone else kind of freaked me out, I felt like it would be cheating if I picked who would fuck me. To make it not feel like cheating my boyfriend agreed to take complete control. I wasn’t involved, he promised to arrange the whole thing and just tell me when it would happen. I have to admit that the mystery and wonder made it pretty hot for me, and I jerked off a few times in the shower, filled with anticipation. One Saturday afternoon while I was out running errands, I got a text from my boyfriend. The message just said, “Get ready for surprise @ home.” I knew that this was it. I dropped everything and headed home. I didn’t know what to expect but my hands shook in nervous anticipation. My cock was so hard that it seemed like it steered the car the whole way home.
When I got home, my boyfriend was naked and hard as a rock. He told me that we had company coming over in about five minutes. When the doorbell rang he jumped into the bedroom closet and told me to act natural. I opened the door and there stood a huge muscular man about 6’3, and about 200 pounds, with biceps the size of my thighs. He had dark blue eyes and a shaved head and a clean shaven face. He had some tattoos on his forearms. A white t-shirt was stretched across his muscular frame and his jeans were bulging at the crotch. He flashed a smile and asked if I was Jerry. My first impression was that this guy was going to break me in half. I said that I was. I could smell his masculine body as his heavy boots made thud sounds on the floor when he walked by me. The smell of sweat and grit filled my nostrils and made me dizzy. I sheepishly told him that I wasn’t very experienced at this sort of thing and that I was shy. He smiled a bright smile again and assured me that he’d take care of everything, just like we discussed online. I nervously laughed and he put his big arm around my waste.
“So when do you want to begin?” he asked.
“Um. Whenever you’re ready, I guess.” I said and looked at my feet. He lifted his arm from my waste and rested his big hand on the back of my neck.
“Don’t worry. You’ll do fine,” he coaxed and I smiled at him. Then suddenly without warning his beefy hand pushed me to the floor. “Lick those fucking boots!” he yelled. I fell to my knees in shock and with a puzzled look on my face; I turned to look up at him. He spat in my face and yelled, “I said lick, faggot!” He bent over, smacked the back of my head with a loud thud, and wrapped his large hand around the back of my neck. His huge thumb pressed against my cheek as he forced my face down to the floor.
“Lick my fucking boots before I kick your fucking ass, faggot.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I wondered what kind of arrangement my boyfriend made. I slowly stuck out my tongue and extended it as mush as possible to reach the boot. I could taste mud, rubber, and some other flavors I couldn’t even begin to describe. “Yeah, you fucking cry-baby. Stick that tongue out and taste Daddy’s boot.” He forcefully rubbed my face against the top of his boot. Then he released my head and stood up straight, with his arms crossed in front of his massive chest. I was terrified. I started gingerly licking his boot without knowing what else to do. “Good boy, faggot. You like tasting Daddy’s boots?” In fear I moaned a positive response. “Got some piss on my boots this morning. Lick that piss off of them. That’s it boy.” Tears ran down my face and landed on his boot and mixed with the dirt, dried piss, and my spit. He continued to reassure me that I was doing a good job. His pleasure gave me an odd electrical charge through my body as I continued to lick his boot and with each pass of my tongue I was surprised that my cock was swelling. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, and what was wrong with my boyfriend for arranging this. I wondered if he knew what was happening out here in the living room. Was he still waiting in the closet for us to put on a show for him? Was this part of what they arranged? I wish I read those emails when I had the chance. Why was I was so naïve to let him handle this without any involvement?
The sound and sensation of a large drop of liquid hitting the back of my head brought me back to the moment. “My spit is a gift, faggot. You better thank me for it,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said between the quickening paces of licks. His hand smacked and stung my ass hard almost knocking me over. I stopped licking as I adjusted to the sting on my ass.
“Thank you what, Faggot? I didn’t tell you to stop! Don’t stop licking!”
“Thank you SIR.” I yelled assuming that that was what he wanted and licked his boot again. The large wad of spit was slowly moving around from the back of my head along the back of my right ear.
“That’s right faggot. Let’s try this again,” he said softly. His soft tone felt comforting and warm. He spat on my head again, this time the spit wad landed at the base of my skull.
“Thank you SIR,” I said loudly and licked his boot again. I could feel precum leak from my cock, stirred from the humiliation I endured.
“Daddy has a lot of presents in store for you faggot. You better be ready. If any time you think you can’t handle what I am doing to you, you will say the word we agreed to online and I will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yessir! But..” I said.
“No buts. Those are the rules. Now LICK!” he barked and I licked more vigorously as I grew to enjoy my humiliation and the taste of the dirty boot. He lifted his boot off of the ground slightly and told me to dig my tongue into the grooves on the bottom and clean out the dirt. I thanked him, pushed my face to the ground so that I could angle underneath his boot, and dug in with enthusiasm. I lost myself in the humiliation and servitude. I forgot about my boyfriend hiding in the bedroom closet and for a moment I only wanted to lick this boot. Nothing else mattered.
“That’s a good pig faggot boy. You’re not new to this at all are you? You dirty fucking pig.” I moaned a positive response and continued licking, encouraged by his approval. He pulled his boot away, and placed his other boot in front of me. “That sure is a muddy faggot-face boy. Start on this one now.” Without any hesitation, I thanked him and began licking the other boot. I could feel my hard cock trying to burst out of my jeans. I stayed on my hands and knees thanked my Daddy for the gift of occasional spit wads as they rained down on me and ran past my ears and into my face.
“That’s a good faggot. Now, take my boots off. Unlace them with your teeth and then pull them off.” He sternly ordered. I did as I was told knowing it would make him happy. “Now, stick your face in that boot and take in the smell of Daddy’s sweaty foot, you little pig fucker.” Again, I did as I was told.
He suddenly seemed filled with rage, he came at me and ripped my t-shirt down the front. He spat on the ripped fabric and told me that I was a worthless piece of shit for not showing him gratitude for the privilege to smell his boots. The sudden mood swing shocked me and I sat there quietly anticipating punishment; in a way I wanted to be punished because I knew he was right. I was too involved in my pleasure to appreciate the gift. He ordered me to thank him for the spit that was on my shirt, and I did. Then he told me to suck it out of the shirt and enjoy it. I grabbed the torn fabric and put the wet spot in my mouth and sucked. I loved the salty-sweet flavor of Daddy’s spit. I uncontrollably moaned in honest delight. He smacked my head and made my ears ring.
“Now get over here and suck on these socks, faggot,” he ordered. On my hands and knees I approached his feet and sucked on his musky socks. They were already damp with sweat. I had mud on my face from his boots which left marks on his socks. He reached down and slid one of his socks off, balled it up and stuffed it into my mouth and chuckled. I was intoxicated by the taste of his sweaty sock combined with the mud on my tongue. I was genuinely happy to be able to taste his socks and the fact that he chuckled. I wanted nothing else than to make him happy and be used by him any way he wanted to use me. He ordered me to lead the way to my bedroom on my hands and knees. Along the short hallway, he literally kicked my ass, and told me to hurry up. I led him into my bedroom and he ordered me to sit on the floor and wait while he took off his clothes. I sat down with the sock in my mouth, and watched his muscular body as he removed his clothes.
When he unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans, for the first time I noticed the outline of his massive cock that snaked down his right leg. He slowly lowered the zipper to reveal his dark, thick pubic bush. He tugged at the denim jeans that tightly wrapped around his lower body and then the base of his thick cock became visible. I eagerly leaned forward and wanted to see more. He cautioned me to keep still, then pulled his jeans down and let his massive cut cock flop out. It must have been only half hard, but at least six inches and fat. He lifted his huge legs out of the jeans as they fell to the floor.
“You like this cock, faggot?” he said softly as he reached over and took the sock out of my mouth.
“Yessir”
“You want to taste this cock?”
“Y-y-yessir,” I said suddenly aware that my boyfriend was in the closet listening.
“Open your mouth faggot,” he ordered. I did as I was told and started to lean towards him, but he told me to sit still and close my eyes. I waited for a few seconds wondering why he wasn’t fucking my face yet, and then water splashed across my face. I instinctively reared back and squinted open one of my eyes, to see his cock aimed at my face and another pulse of piss jetted from his cock into my face, and into my open mouth. I spit out the small amount of piss and it ran down my chin. He quickly lurched forward and smacked my face hard. “That was a bad pig, you little fucker!” he yelled, and then pushed my face down to the floor and ordered me to suck the small amount of piss out of the carpet. I was petrified. I expected my boyfriend to come jumping out of the closet to rescue me, but there was no sound. Resigned, I leaned forward, puckered my lips and tried to suck the piss out of the carpet.
“You need to learn some discipline, don’t you?” he said. “And look what we have right here on the bed. A leather paddle? A leather hood? Some rope? You ARE ready for some fun, aren’t you, pig?” he chuckled to himself and lifted a leather hood from the bed. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Shock filled my face and then I realized that my boyfriend must have put those things there, and this was the plan all along. My Daddy slid the hood over my head and the strong smell of leather filled my nostrils and made me dizzy with excitement. I was scared, but titillated, and in an odd way relieved but didn’t know why. The hood was fastened by snaps and straps at the back of my head. There were eye holes and an open mouth. My body shook and my heart was beating so fast and hard I could feel my hard cock pulsing with each beat. Daddy then pulled the ripped shirt from my shoulders and told me to lie on the floor and take off my pants, underwear, and socks. As I removed my clothes, I glanced at the mirror across the room and saw that the mask had a pig snout and a pig ears. It was like watching a movie, watching someone else being humiliated like this. When finished I was lying naked on my back wearing only a leather pig hood.
He stood over my trembling body and began pissing short pulses of warm piss on my underdeveloped, hairless chest and aimed a couple of pulses at my leather covered face. He knelt over me and straddled my head and told me to open my mouth. I was reluctant. He reached back and grabbed my balls and squeezed very hard. “OPEN Pig!” My mouth opened and I gave up any hope of salvation from my boyfriend who must be ashamed that he underestimated how this would happen. He was probably cowering in the closet and equally as afraid as I was.
Daddy put his cock through the mask and into my mouth and told me not to spill a drop or suffer more punishment. He began pissing down my throat. Fearful, I swallowed the piss that filled my mouth. Surprisingly it was not pungent or foul tasting. There was a light taste to it, and a hint of saltiness. After a couple of gulps of Daddy’s piss, I was learned to enjoy it and wanted more. I was genuinely disappointed when he was done and stood up. My mouth made a loud slurping sound as his cock was pulled out.
Daddy ordered me to get on my hands and knees. He put a metal, dog choker collar around my neck and attached a leash to it and then he hit my ass with the paddle. He kept the tension on the leash tight so I knew I couldn’t move far. The sound of the crack of the leather paddle hitting my ass filled my ears, as the pain filled my eyes with tears. I bit my lip and didn’t make a sound for fear that I would experience more pain. He told me it was for not being more obedient and submissive and asked me if I understood what was expected of me. After five or six stinging lashes across my ass, Daddy softly rubbed his hand across my ass and told me that I was a good pig. Then he spit into his hand and fed it to me. I eagerly lapped it up and loudly thanked him for it. He reached underneath me and grabbed my hard cock and jerked it a few times.
Leaning over my ass, he spread my cheeks apart and spat into my ass crack and massaged his spit into my hole with his fingers. He instructed me to arch my back and relax and then I felt the fat head of his cock pressing against my small hole. With a steady push he entered my hole which caused a searing hot pain race through my body. I screamed out in pain, but he pulled my leash and snarled at me to take it all. Within a few seconds he had forcefully pushed that big cock all the way into my tight hole. Once his cock was all the way inside of me he pounded my ass like a pile driver a few good times. He told me how much I wanted his fat cock filling my ass, he was right. He fucked me relentlessly and he smacked my ass hard many times. He pulled on my leash and held it tight, pinching my neck, as the abuse to my asshole intensified. Suddenly without warning he pulled his cock out of my ass and moved to stand in front of me. He ordered me to clean the sweat off of his glistening body with my tongue and lifted his arms to reveal his arm pits. The hair was matted with sweat and the smell was intense. Eagerly I lurched forward and licked his pits. I was happy to have such an intense salty sweet taste of Daddy in my mouth. I moaned out loud.
He took handcuffs from the bed, and told me to sit with my back against the bed post. He cuffed my hands behind my back so that they were wrapped around the bed post and I was trapped. He pushed his cock into my mouth and told me to taste my ass. Soon his massive cock was pushed all the way down my throat and he forcefully fucked my face until his thick cum filled the back of my mouth almost choking me. He stepped back and his cock slid out of my mouth but was still connected by a string of cum. He spat on my chest and picked up his clothes and got dressed. I sat quietly hoping he would free me so that I could jerk off, I knew he would not be bothered to get me off. I’m only a pig.
Fully dressed he stood over me and chuckled. He pointed his now soft cock at me as I looked up at him through the mask; piss flowed from his cock and soaked my body then he turned and walked out. I listened to his heavy boot steps as he left the apartment without another word.

The closet door in front of me slowly opened, and my boyfriend emerged wearing knee-high, black leather boots, a black leather harness and a leather jock with his hard cock sticking through a hole in the middle. He approached me with heavy, sturdy, confident steps. He stood in front of me where Daddy just stood. Softly he said, “You’re a real good pig, aren’t you? I knew you would be. I never wanted anything more than to have you as a pig-slave.” With that he placed a pad lock on the choker collar that was around my neck. He stroked my leather bound head. I tried to pull my arms to resist him. I was angry and hurt, but strangely happy. He told me that my life would now consist of servitude to him and his friends. I would be used as a urinal and fuck hole whenever he wanted, and I am to service anyone he tells me without argument. In return he would care for me completely.
He told me that my initiation was not complete yet but it would be by the morning. Just then there was a knock at the apartment door. He sneered and told me to get ready for my next visitor and walked out. When he returned a tall latin man entered behind him. He smiled and said “Hola, cochinillo.” This guy must have been 250 pounds of solid beef. He was already naked and he stood in front of me with his fat uncut cock in my face. There were white clumps of dick cheese visible under his foreskin as he pushed his cock into my mouth.