The Making of a Raunch Pig by: smoothslave@att.net
This story is true and depicts acts of a homosexual nature. If you are underage or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. A special thank you to all who have sent pig emails concerning the story. They are greatly appreciated and most welcome.
Chapter 7
"...a gift for you faggot. A plug to hold my cum in your hole."
With that SIR and pig dressed in the dark confines of the basement. Pig was once again blindfolded and led to the car. The ride back to the parking lot a bit uncomfortable this time as pig could feel the plug dig in deeper as the car passed over each bump. The black material removed after the car came to a stop in the parking lot. SIR telling pig to call him again during the middle of the week.
Pig entered its home and slowly made its way towards the bathroom. Its legs sore from being stretched. Its mouth still coated in SIRs bitter piss. Its cunt throbbing from the plug buried deep within. Not even able to walk straight as it entered the hallway leading to the bathroom.
Pig caught a glimpse of itself in the mirror as the light snapped on. Its face covered in tiny specks of dirt. A streak of oil under its left eye that ran towards the corner if its nose. Dried tears in the corner of its eyes, remnants of having its pubic hair ripped out by the strong hold of the duct tape. What a fucking mess you are pig, it thought to itself as it removed its t-shirt.
It nipples became erect from the rush of air and brush of fabric. Hmmm from the neck up it was a mess. But stomach and chest not taking any damage in this encounter. Okay... not so bad. A quick wash up and all will be better. Pig wondered what the country down south was going to look like. It kicked off its sneakers and let its shorts fall and puddle around its ankles. Oh... a war zone. Most of its attack took place below the belt for sure.
Pig stepped back to get some more light on its pubic region. Its skin had little flecks of red where each hair was ripped out. A long thick band of smooth skin right above its cock. Hair on either side still standing proud from the attack. Its balls unharmed, a light coating of hair gently making its way around the curves of its ballsack.
Pig took the mirror from the wall and placed it on the floor beneath its body. It squatted over the reflection and saw bare smooth skin. All of its hair was removed from underneath its balls to the top of its ass crack. A long and flat black piece of rubber protruding from its cunt. The black plug that SIR had rammed into pig after fucking its hole earlier today.
Pig placed the mirror against the cabinet and sat on the floor facing itself. With legs spread and lifted, pig leaned back a bit so that its plug and stretched hole could be seen. With a push the plug slowly emerged from its hiding place. Pig could feel its ass lips stretch to enormous proportions as the thickness of the plug made its journey out. Its hole relaxing as the girth of the plug started to decrease and release itself from its grasp inside.
The plug was coated in ass juices and SIRs slick cum. Pig was shocked at the size of the plug. It was roughly 7 inches long and thicker than a beer can around. Pig took the plug to its lips and poked out its tongue. Taking in the sweet taste of its ass and the saltiness of SIRs cum. But pig became distracted, even somewhat alarmed as it looked as the reflection of its cunt in the mirror. The gaping hole that was left behind. Its ass lips no longer making a rosy pucker. Its ass lips stretched open, leaving a one inch cavern that looked up into its body. It ran its fingers over the hole and they slipped in with ease. Two fingers and pig couldn't even feel the pressure from their combined girth. It pulled out and slide three fingers fully up its cunt. Now only slightly feeling the combine thickness.
Pig lay back on the floor, holding the plug with one hand to lick and suck clean. Its other hand busy exploring the new cavern in its body. Four of its fingers sliding in and out and twisting at the tender flesh. Its cunt responding with twitches as pig had most of its hand inside. Sliding the four digits in and out with ease from finger tip to the base of its hand. Enjoying the feeling of having easy access to its cunt no longer restricted by the tightness of its ass lips.
Pig sat back upright and looked at its cunt opening in the mirror. No longer a round open hole, its cunt open like a long gash. The shape of its fingers lingering in its flesh. Pig liked the way the skin gave way and allowed itself to be explored, abused and fucked with ease. A new plaything for pig to experience. Pig wrapped one arm around each leg and used its fingers to grab the sides of its opening. A pull from each hand and pig could see the bright pink flesh inside. It gazed in the mirror at this wonderful sight. Something pig had never seen before. Looking at itself from the inside out.
Pig grabbed the plug and worked it back in.. A wonderful feeling as it stretched its ass lips around the largest portion. It sucked the plug in and then gently pushed out. In and out over and over by using the muscles deep within its hole. Controlling the movement of the plug, letting it abuse its hole, welcoming the thickness and stretch of its ass lips.
It began to wonder, looking around the room for other objects. Pig wanted to test its hole. See how far it could open. How deep an object could be inserted within. A shampoo bottle was spotted. Long and thick. Pig lubed the bottle with spit and pushed out the plug. Up on its knees squatting over the bottle. The cap sliding into it hole. Further down the neck to wear the bottle began to increase in size. Its hole opening and sucking in the white plastic. Further and further until its ass cheeks were 1 inch from the floor.
Pig stood up, with the bottle buried up its cunt. It walked a bit around the room, enjoying the feeling of its hole stretched around the thickness of the bottle. Pig pushed and the bottle remained in place. A plug locked in its cunt, forcing it to stay open. The feeling was amazing. The bottle making very slight movements as pig squatted, stood, and made its way around the room. Pig began to look for more objects. Looking in the shower and in the cabinet. A whole new world had just opened for pig. A world where it would look for objects to test in its hole. Moving items in the cabinet looking for the right shape and size. Something even bigger than the shampoo bottle.
Pig sat down on the toilet seat lid to get a better view under the cabinet. The remaining portion of the bottle coming into contact with the closed lid. A sharp pain starting from inside pigs cunt shooting through the interior of its balls, up its spine, through the front of its chest and straight up through it head ringing throughout its eardrums.
Pig quickly stood. Taking the pressure off of the bottle, trying to stop the wave of pain. Feeling between its legs for the bottle. Trying to remove it.. The bottle now just barely sticking out of its cunt. Pig pushing to get the bottle to expel.. Trying to get its cunt to respond. Its fingers digging around the bottle, spreading its ass flesh even further. Getting a slight hold on each side of the bottle and pulling its length out of its cunt. Its hole free from the pain and thickness, juices flowing out and running down the sides of pigs legs. The bottle coated in spit and slim and a very small trace of pink from its cunt.
Scared about what just occurred, pig had decided it better give its hole a rest. Some damage just occured and pig didn't want to test the area anymore. It would clean up and forget that this happened. Forget about it, and it would go away and nothing would be wrong inside.
Mirror back on the wall and the floor and shampoo bottle cleaned and back in its place. Pig made a final look around the room. Trying to get things back to normal. Still a bit shaken from the event. Calm down, calm down it told itself. Over to the cabinet to close the doors and the bathroom will be just like pig walked in for a shower. Right door closed and then pig spotted it. The large brown plastic bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Not as long as the shampoo bottle but much thicker. The same thickness from the top to bottom. A perfectly shaped object. The bottle that would someday be in pigs cunt, stretching it open. Pig would never learn.
(note from pig: to this day pig always has a large bottle of hydrogen peroxide in its bathroom cabinet. One of pigs favorite ass opening toys.)
Pig washed the dirt and grease from its face, then lathered up and gave itself a smooth shave. The whole time never forgetting what SIR had said about being smooth down below. A thick lather on its cock and balls, a layer of cream in its ass crack. The razor went to work. Down the front, around its balls under the sack. Rinsing the razor and making sure not to miss a hair. Pig squatted and ran the razor along its ass crack from the top of its cheeks to just under its balls. Its pubic hair coming off and swirling into the sink water. Removing its adult hair, leaving nothing hidden of its sex organs. Its cock undressed and sitting atop a smooth hanging ballsack. The testicles could be plainly seen, each round globe dangling inside. No longer hidden behind a layer of hair. Pigs pits scraped clean as the razor passed over the brown hairs. Its torso now free of hair.. Smooth and shiny.
Pig was becoming what SIR wanted. Giving in to SIRs orders and letting SIR take control of its life.
In the shower, the soapy water running freely over its body. Pig feeling the smoothness of the water as it ran over its hairless skin. The warm water tickling at its ass opening. The hole now slowly closing up but still open enough that the bar of soap slide inside as pig passed over.
Pig dried its body and looked at itself in the mirror. Nothing but smooth skin now. It squatted over the handheld mirror, its crack slick and shiny its balls hanging from the warm shower. Its hole no longer a tight pinkish pucker. The lips darker and slightly rippled. The skin now looking somewhat abused, aged, exotic almost. The hole no longer a tiny round opening. More longer than wide. Fully closed but different than before.
That week pig learned that its cunt was now more accessible. Two fingers easily making there way in. Its nighttime routine changed for the better. It would now toy with the lips. Pinch at them and feel the opening ridge. Run its fingers along the outside and let them slip in and out with ease. Pig liking the new form its hole had taken. The dildo sliding in further than before its cunt would clamp down. No longer resisting the length and easing up on the thickness.
Pig continued the week using its hole but being more gently than before. Almost a soft exploration, afraid to stir up anything and allowing itself to heal.
Wednesday evening it placed its call to SIR.
"Hello"
"Hello SIR"
"Hey fag. Glad you called" His voice not tense or angry like the last time."
"Thank you SIR. Glad you wanted me to call again SIR"
"We need to hook up again. I like you fag."
"Great.. Thank you SIR."
"Mmmm Lets See. Tonight isn't any good. Thursday is out as well. Friday is good for me. So Friday it is. Plan to spend the weekend here faggot."
"Um. Maybe just Fr..."
"The weekend faggot. Bring your toys. You won't need a change of clothing."
SIR said that we would not be meeting in the parking lot this time. He said that pig had earned his trust. His address was given and he told pig to arrive at 7:00 pm on Friday.
Thursday dragged on as pig thought about the weekend that was going to be spent with SIR. What did he have planned. Was he going to be as rough as the last time. Maybe pig should just back out and not show. Maybe pig would be okay and have a great weekend. All these thoughts running through pigs head. It wasn't sure about this. It didn't feel right. Pig was going to back out. Should pig call and cancel or just not show up. SIR would be angry but it would end it and pig wouldn't have to be worrying about this anymore. Think pig.. What is best way to get out of it. It lay its head on its pillow Thursday night and turned out the light. Maybe by morning it would be able to think of something to say to SIR. Something like "Hello SIR. I will not be able to make it tonight. Maybe another time." then pig would never call SIR again. Yeah, that would work. Pig slept well that night. The problem was solved and pig would just forget about the whole thing. It would make sure that pig wasn't harmed anymore. The last time was just too much. Too scary.. Too intense.. Yes pig was going to cancel in the morning..
7:00 pm Friday night. Pig parked the car and made its way to the front door. The sound of the doorbell echoed from behind the door. Heavy footsteps coming closer, the knob turning. Bright light from inside flooding over pigs face. SIR smiling at pig and moving aside to let it in. Minutes later... pig naked and shaved was crawling on its hands and knees behind SIR following him into the tv room. Pig would never learn.
Next chapter: The weekend spent with SIR You can send any comments to smoothslave@att.net