The Pig Factory Part 4

Author: jackbootlad
Title: The Pig Factory Part 4
Date: 04 November 2010

The evening entertainment at the pig factory was close at hand. The factory was a meeting place, a club, for skins, leathermen, uniformed men and rubber masters. Every night of the week, they came for some fun at the pigmen’s expense. The club was only open to men who were physically fit and muscular, men who were dominant naturally. The point was to make the contrast between the punters and the pigmen. The pigmen were of course large and fat – their food ensured this. The size of their butt cheeks and their bellies wobbling with spare tyres was intended to make them feel even more like animals and less like the men they used to be. The humiliation was subtle but it ensured that the role of punter as master and pigman as slave would remain in tact.

Marc must have fallen asleep after his meal because the next thing he remembered was being woken up by metal sticks banging against the sides of each sty and a bright light being switched on. One by one each of the pigmen was being released from their sties and being lined up so close to each other that their bellies and cocks were rubbing up against the butt cheeks of the pigman in front. Marc’s turn in the line came. The straps around his boots were released and a thug ordered him to get up and join the line. This he did. He stood at the back and he was slowly pushed forward so that he could feel his cock nestling in the butt crack of the pigman in front of him. Then he felt the pigman behind him: a soft belly pressing up against his back and a cock sheath slipping just into his butt crack. He was now sandwiched.

Eventually, when all the pigmen had been lined up, the picture was of a wall of pink flesh above rubber booted feet with the gloved hands of each pigman down by the side. The purpose of all this of course was to chain each neck collar of the pigmen together to form a chain gang. At the front of the chain, one of the thugs had a lead. Once all the neck collars were attached, with a shout of ‘march, pigs’ he pulled on the lead and the chain of pigmen started to move. The march was like a sideways waddle. The other pigmen obviously were used to it but it took Marc a while to get into the rhythm. Slowly, however, he found himself marching in time with the other pigmen. The tramp of boots on the floor together with the subtle rubbing of each cock sheath by the pig butts was enough to make Marc feel horny.

The journey wasn’t very far. It was across the yard to a large barn on the other side – the club itself. Inside, it was full – hot, smoky and sweaty. The music was loud and the punters were clearly enjoying their ale. As the line of pigmen entered, the music stopped and there was a huge roar of approval. The punters clapped in time with the tramping boots shouting ‘pig, pig, pig’ with each clap. The line was being led to the centre of the club. This had been cleared and a clear Perspex box from floor to ceiling had been erected. The box was large – like a room within a room – and contained about 40 holes at about 3 feet off the floor going round all the sides. Above were some strong halogen lights shining into the box so that it looked like a stage. In one of the walls of the box was a door and it was through this door that the line of pigmen was led.

Once inside, the chains were removed from their collars and the lead thug left the ‘room’ closing and locking the door from the outside. It was sweltering in the box because of the lights and Marc quickly found himself covered in sweat. Some air was coming through the holes round the side but he was about to find out that the holes would not be free for along. The other pigmen, to his surprise, were all taking their position at each of the holes, kneeling down in front of each hole with their snouts taking in the fresher air. Marc followed suit. Of course, the holes would provide fresh air but only when they weren’t filled with one of the punter’s cocks for this Perspex box was nothing more than a glorified toilet cubicle fitted out with glory holes. Marc knelt in front of a hole and almost immediately, a young leather master in black leather chaps, jackboots, biker gloves and cap walked up to the hole. He undid the codpiece at the front of his chaps and pulled his rod out fitting it through the hole and into Marc’s open mouth. Marc started to suck and lick the cock, pumping his lips around the shaft whilst the stud on the other side pushed it as far down his throat as he could. At the same time, around the walls, other punters were taking advantage of the glory holes – probably about 10 holes on each wall. Inside the box, the pigmen were kneeling and sucking cock, grunting and slurping greedily. Outside the box, hot geared up men were standing having the blow jobs of their lives. This club was truly one of the best.

The entertainment was to continue all night. Marc got relief from the heat when ever he drank the cum of his master and there was a space between cocksucks. He must have serviced about 20 punters that night swallowing huge amounts of cum in the process. Some of his fellow pigmen were pissed on too and the atmosphere in the box was fetid and hot but he had been lucky enough to have avoided that this night. The pig serum had so fucked up his brain that he did not realise how easily he found himself swallowing cock. He seemed to take to the whole thing naturally, waiting patiently at his hole for the next feed. It would not take much longer for the entire transformation to be complete…