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Author: As many of the stories on Nifty start out with the protagonist being shocked at the place, situation or both they ended up. This is particularly true in the Authoritarian section. This story starts just like that. "How could this happen to a nice guy like Kurt?" However, after the initial setup in the first few paragraphs, the story goes markedly different. I hope you enjoy this SM coming of age love story.
Pig Farm – Chapter One
Kurt answered a Craigslist ad (first mistake) looking for a mid-twenties male in need of some extra cash. How many mid-twenties guys are out there in that shape? Thousands? The advertisement said that the male had to be relatively handsome, fit, preferably with six-pack abs and gay or bi-sexual. Exclusively straight men need not apply.
Kurt showed up at the appointed location. He noted that the place was a little creepy, an industrial park that wasn't in the best of shape. Mid-twenties does not mean intelligence, as he was more interested in money then sense.
There was a rather attractive man in his mid-forties with a stunning body sitting behind a desk when Kurt went through the front door. The man obviously had money because he was well-dressed, not over-the-top, but nice attire. The man introduced himself to Kurt as Mr. Smith. Kurt's head was saying "red flag, red flag, leave now you stupid fuck". Kurt didn't leave.
Mr. Smith and Kurt talked for a few minutes exchanging pleasantries. Mr. Smith gave our young man a coke and told him to drink it. It was not an offer but an order. After a few minutes, Kurt became disoriented and sleepy. Finally he passed out.
When Kurt awoke, he was naked and tied down to the floor of a van with a blindfold on and a gag in his mouth. The road was very bumpy. Who knows where our man was, but clearly he was not in the city anymore. Kurt made some grunting noises straining at the ropes.
"Oh, Mr. Smith. This one is awake." The driver observed.
"Yeah. This guy is going to be a great addition to the farm. He has the perfect body for our procedures." Mr. Smith said with a chuckle.
Kurt thought, `The farm! Oh, fuck. I've been kidnapped." He was still very dizzy after the rude realization and went unconscious again until the van arrived at The Farm.
"Ok, boy. Get up and out of the van now!" The driver said gruffly.
Kurt crawled out the best he could. His eyes were squinting from the sudden light and alertness. It was indeed a farm. The driver grabbed his arm and led him into a small room. Kurt did manage to notice there was a big red barn. He would learn much more about that later.
There was a simple amount of processing. There were pictures and video taken of his naked body. He was told to stand nice and straight. The man taking the photos told Kurt to plump up his cock. Kurt's cock had shriveled under the circumstances. The man then ordered Kurt to get rock hard and shoot a load for the cameras, particularly the video. He informed Kurt that if he couldn't get hard, he would give him some medication that would make him hard no matter how he felt. Being 25, Kurt was able to get hard even under this trauma. He bent over and showed his pretty young ass for the photographer taking his hands and prying about his butt cheeks exposing a beautiful pink rosebud hole. Kurt started to stroke his cock. He was street-wise enough not to argue the point because Kurt had no power in this situation. Eventually, Kurt began to think about his last hot trick from the night before. That trick had been the typical one-night-stand pretty boy bottom that Kurt loved to fuck, make the trick want to worship the ground Kurt walked on, then never call or connect up again. Kurt loved to make men crazy for him; hopefully making them so obsessive that they became an emotionl reck wanting to be with Kurt. On top of this, Kurt was an exhibitionist, so once he put aside in his mind where he was, Kurt's meat got rigid and he was able to nut a load for the cameras.
Next, the man put a band on Kurt's left wrist that had a barcode. The driver grabbed Kurt again pulling him out of the small room and over to the huge red barn. The driver opened the door to the facility, shoving Kurt inside and shutting the door with a solid click of a lock.
Kurt looked around and was shocked at what he saw. The large room was filled with men; all of them naked. The room was designed in a comfortable man cave atmosphere. There were over-stuffed chairs and sofas, plush carpeting, a large television and sound system. There was a wall of books set up as a library. There must have been at least one-hundred men. Each was lounging around obviously not too upset about anything. Some were talking with each other. Some were sitting by themselves. Some were kissing and a few were actually having sex. The thing that got Kurt next was each man was large. Some of the guys were absolutely huge. About half were beefy, muscle types with some extra padding, while others were just plain fat. Kurt hated fat people. What the fuck is this?' Kurt thought. Kurt noticed that the naked men didn't pay much attention to the fact that someone new had come inside. There was one man about Kurt's age, thought, who wasn't as big as the others. He was sitting by himself. The guy had large arms, chest, shoulders and legs, but lacked the excess pudge. The only thing that Kurt noticed that he didn't find attractive was the small gut on this person. Kurt reflected, Oh, thank God they are not all fat.' Kurt was a very conceited and prejudice gay man. He liked men who had slim bodies with strong abs. Everyone knows the type; they show up in gay porn all the time. The two men's eyes met.
"Hi, my name is Kurt."
"Hey, I'm Joe." He replied with a slight smile.
"Do you mind if we talk, Joe? I don't know what is going on. I just got here." Kurt asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
Kurt thought `Isn't it obvious?' Instead he stated, "Where am I?"
"Kurt, you are at the Pig Farm. The Pig Farm is a special breeding facility for wealthy men who like fat or beefy muscle guys."
"But, I'm not fat!" Kurt exclaimed.
"You will be. You have been picked for your particular size and potential look when you are large." Joe stated matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean?"
"Some guys look really awful when they are overweight. You've seen them. They are the pear-shaped guys with the big butts and small upper body. There are the ones where the skin just turns to cellulous. Ugly. There are the guys that lose their handsome facial features with too big a neck and chins."
Joe continued, "Then, there are guys like you and me who will most likely look really hot with extra weight, particularly with lots of muscles. The owners got it down to a science in the predetermination of what we will look like. That is how they picked you. You have the features that will look good with another 100 to 200 pounds."
"200 lbs.! That would be awful." Kurt bellowed.
"It won't be so bad. Look at me. I've been here about three weeks (my best gest-a-mate) and I've gained 20 lbs. I don't look too bad. My chest is at least a couple inches bigger, my arms are pumped, thighs and butt are hard from the extra muscle..." He touched his belly. It was obvious to Kurt that when Joe came to the Pig Farm he had the same kind of build and waist that Kurt had.
Kurt wondered aloud, "How come you are so calm and accepting of all this?"
The owners have us on a mild sedative, which keeps me from getting agitated over the situation. They also give us lots of pot every day because it helps with our appetites; particularly in the beginning when they are feeding us more than we are used to.
"Besides, it's not that bad a place. They treat us ok. We can watch as much TV or read as we want. Those interests tend to go away though. You can see that few guys are doing any activity other than talking. We also can have as much sex with each other as we want to. See those two guys over there kissing. They've actually fallen in love with each other here. They help each other eat through encouragement. It's nice to have a buddy to help out. You want to be buddies for a while at least? We are both new here. I could use a friend. Most of the guys have been here longer, and it's funny, the bigger they get, the less interested they are in smaller guys like us. I haven't made any friend here." With that, Joe's eyes started to water and a tear dripped down his cheek.
Joe paused to explain, "I'm not crying so much for my situation, as for being lonely."
Kurt put his hand on Joe's shoulder. Joe mustered a small smile. "Let me show you around. We can talk about this place later." Joe took Kurt's hand leading him to the big door at the other side of the barn. There was electricity between the two of them. Kurt had never felt emotional feelings towards another man. Was this the situation or did he really feel an attachment to this handsome man with muscles and a small belly. He argued with himself a little because Kurt had standards, and bellies were not part of the Kurt's "Standards of Men to Fuck". Then again, Kurt had never been in love with anyone either so his standards might be the problem.
The big door was the entrance to the feeding room. There were long tables with plenty of room to sit and eat. Joe showed Kurt where the bathrooms were and the bunkroom. The bunkroom didn't have the high ceilings of the barn. They were maybe ten foot tall, which made the room look incredibly long with over 100 bunks. Each bunk had a little nightlight, a stand, and a pee bucket. Joe said that the owners wanted the men to get our sleep so the less movement to the bathroom and back to bed during the night reduced the disturbance to others. Made sense, Kurt thought.
Joe took Kurt to his bunk and they sat down. Joe started caressing Kurt's back and thighs, which made Kurt immediately hard. Joe was so cute. Joe purred, "Can we play? You may be the last normal-sized man I ever have sex with. I want to feel a tight six-pack waist one more time before it is too late." The urgency in his voice was disturbing to Kurt, but instead of bringing up one more question about what all that meant, Kurt simply leaned over and kissed him.
Kurt felt so good being with someone. It made him almost forget the horrible situation. They tenderly touched each other falling down onto the bunk deep throating. Joe was a marvelous kisser. Kurt could feel Joe's little belly pressing up against his flat stomach as they frottaged their cock's together. Kurt had never had sex with anyone who didn't have a flat, "toned to six-pack" stomach. Kurt was surprised at how good it felt, yet the conflict with himself continued in his head. Kurt liked pretty boys, and though Joe was one pretty boy, he was also about twenty pounds overweight. This was a no-no in Kurt's circle. Kurt didn't think at the time that he was no longer in that kind of gay prejudicial circle of acquaintances that pretended to be his friends.
Joe was completely hairless except for his head. Kurt didn't ask why in this moment of passion. Kurt leaned over to the night table to get some lube and Joe whispered, "I so want you to fuck me; however, we just don't have time for that. Dinner will be coming shortly and they don't take kindly to late guests."
With that new information, Kurt grabbed Joe's rock hard tube, mashed his mouth into Joe's and jerked Joe off fast and furious. Joe shot a huge load up over his belly and onto his chest. At least Joel had chest and arm muscles, Kurt thought.
They heard the dinner bell and Joe pushed Kurt off him and exclaimed, "Hurry; there's not a moment to waste!"
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