1. The Pig


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    kneel down and slurp the beer up like the shit sucking sow slut he is. When you train a Pig, you must never let him forget his position, if you slip up you could lose months of training. Especially at the ages of s*******n and eighteen when Pig boys often assert independence, when they still harbor thoughts that they might be able to fuck girls and lead normal lives. That's when you have to constantly reinf***e the fact that they are nothing but worthless dick holes and cum depositories. I had prepared a special entertainment for the Pig. He wasn't here just to watch rock bands, oh no. I was always working toward his further education. I let him lull for an hour or so in the illusion that he might actually have a good time. He had just enough beer to allow him to forget his naked state, and the music hypnotically drew him in. People stood well away from him, except for a gay guy or two who brushed up against his smooth hairless body, or groped a little ass. The Pig had been taught that whenever anyone, no matter whom touched his ass, he was to arch it out toward them so the ass cheeks opened slightly and the pink stretched asshole was on full display. At eighteen the Pig's asshole is well fucked and well stretched. When I met him as a young teen on t he streets, he was mostly getting blow jobs from old queers to make a buck. I taught him there was more to it than that, I taught him he had an asspussy, and how to use it. He resisted me at first, howled with pain and ...
    humiliation, but now two years later he often slept at night with a plastic water bottle up his boycunt stretching those pussy lips wide apart. Of course I also made him do daily asshole exercised to keep the cunt tight around a any dick that was up his ass. There was not a moment, not a second of the Pigs life that wasn't littered with sex, with fucking. I didn't allow him a single thought that wasn't about dick and how to serve it. At eighteen years old he was completely fucked up, and that's how I like it. I hung around the Port-o-Potties, the portable toilets. I put a waste management tag on the blue work shirt that I donned over my white tank top. Then I looked for the right group of teenage boys. Three gangs of boys refused my offer, but the fourth group, wild and young, about sixteen or s*******n with i*****l beer buzzes and high on life accepted. They were just crazy enough. I told them I was with the Port-O-Potties company and that we were having trouble with flushing the portable toilets. I offered them twenty bucks a piece, if they would take turns, taking a dump in the same unit, without flushing it. I said we had to check the sanitation level and the flushing capacity. I told them I understood it was a weird offer, that three other groups of guys had declined, and that I was loathed to ask females to do it. The boys thought it was a really crazy idea and accepted. They joked about who would shit last and how the potty would stink. I told them there were air filters and ...
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