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Pig Farm – Chapter Six
Kurt knew he was not going to have the kind of time with John that he had with Joe. Kurt was getting big and would soon disappear from the building just as the others had. Kurt did as much as he could to help John adjust fast to his new life.
The first day for John, Kurt made sure he got moving quickly as expected by the staff. John was on the fit/fat plan so he came with Kurt to the gym. They worked out super hard. Kurt was used to this strenuous routine. John was not; however, John's appetite improved for lunch after all that work.
John said while he ate slowly, "Kurt, I can't even envision being a big, hunk like you. You are a stud. You are a real man. I'm just this panty-waste kid. I'm so exhausted from this first workout I can hardly lift a fork.
"All I ever wanted in life was to look like you. I wanted to be a big man. I wanted a gut. I wanted huge muscles bulging all over my body. I hate to say this, but if I get to look like you when the process is done here, I will consider being kidnapped and turned into a sex slave the greatest blessing of my life."
Kurt didn't quite know what to say. "John, when I came here, I looked very similar to you. Although unlike you, I never wanted to be like the way I am now. I always wanted to be thin and pretty. I wanted to be that perfect twenty-five year old forever. Looking at me now, I know that this is the better route. I have turned into a stud and not in a conceited way. I have muscles that I didn't even know existed. I love the feeling of being large. My entire outlook on what is handsome and hot has changed. I dismissed 99% of all the gay men in the world because they had to have that perfect look; the look that you have now."
John smiled because he thought that meant that Kurt was attracted to him. That was not exactly the case. Kurt was attracted to John because he was fulfilling the wishes of his life partner, Joe. Kurt could still find a man like John attractive but Kurt got off much more now with a man that had some meat on his bones.
Kurt continued, "I was a narcissistic jerk. I hurt a lot of men in my time on the outside world. I left lovers in the dust. I led guys on. I was such an asshole thinking that I would always be hot and could get anyone I want. Each man was just another conquest; another hole to fuck; another mind to fuck with.
"But, now I'm here for you. I want to help you. I'm not going to be here very long because I'm sure that they are about to take me away. I'm just about at the right stage to be sold off. I want to make you as comfortable as possible in our short time together so you manage this experience the best you can." Kurt was so sincere. He meant every word. He never cared about anyone other than him when he got here. Now he only cared about others. Since he was going to be a sex slave, this was a good mindset to be in.
Finishing lunch, Kurt took John back to the living room. They started to fool around. John said, "Would you please fuck me? You are so handsome. I always wanted a big man like you and they would not pay any attention to me out there. Please stick you dick up my hole and make me scream." The statement was quite sexy; however, Kurt grasped the hurt in John psyche from being ignored by the type of man he really wanted in his life. Kurt was that type to a "T".
Kurt lubed John's hole and within a minute was fucking John like a banshee. Kurt noticed it was interesting being with such a thin man again; weird. He almost couldn't do it. Kurt no longer had interest in the perfect man, but Joe's words rang in his head. He imagined fucking Joe one more time. Besides, in the three meals John had so far, his belly was no longer flat. That did help.
Kurt shot six blasts up the newcomer's butt while John unloaded so hard the cream hit his face. `Damn, this guy likes me.' Kurt thought. The usual crowd had gathered and dissipated the moment it was over.
Kurt pulled his veined, semi-hard dick out. John pleaded to Kurt, "Please lie on top of me and crush me with your manliness." Kurt did. Here was a 250 lbs. hunk prone over a barely 140 lbs. weakling. John was so grateful even though Kurt was concerned he would suffocate him. Maybe that is what John was hoping for. Finally, Kurt rolled off John enveloping him in his strong arms for a nap.
The castration bell rang and Kurt knew it was going to happen again. Kurt told John to be prepared for a frightening experience, but that he would be with him every step of the way. The men lined around the dining room. The intensity was palpable. The loudspeaker announced "number 52." The reaction from number 52 was different than what Kurt had witnessed in the past. The man said nothing. He walked to the gurney unforced by the goons. He was completely devoid of emotion.
The "doctor" came in. The kitchen staff person stood by his side with a tray. Snip, snip and the testicles were placed on the platter. What was altered this night was the balls did not come back in a plate of spaghetti. They came back breaded and deep-fried. The new eunuch still completely without reaction took one in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. Then he took the other one and did the same. When he was done, the goons took him out of the dining hall. We got in line for dinner stunned by what had just occurred. Why was the man so numb? Did he know this was to happen? Where did they take him? Kurt never understood any of those questions and no one ever saw the fresh, de-balled, former man again. The staff must have sold him or sent him to the immobile room.
That night there was a lot of sex going on with everyone. Kurt felt all the guys wanted to appreciate their nuts just in case they were next. John and Kurt did not have more sex. They spent the evening talking until bedtime. Kurt made sure John understood that he was probably going to disappear soon because he was getting big; looking much like what the fit/fat path guys looked like when they vanished. John slept with Kurt again.
A few nights later the goons came and took Kurt away. Thank goodness they had the decency, if you could call any of this decent, to drug John so he wouldn't wake up. Kurt looked at the poor young man lying on his cot as these huge men took him by the arms and led him out of the big barn. Kurt prayed that John would be able to cope. Kurt never saw John or Joe ever again.
The goons took Kurt to the processing room. This was the first time he had been outdoors since being thrown into the barn months and 100 pounds ago. Photos and video were taken again and the same man made Kurt masturbate and shoot a load for the cameras. Kurt was then blindfolded and put in a van. He knew better than to talk. He just sat in the van as the same driver from before took him to his new owner.
Regardless of the outcome of any of this, Kurt's experience of falling in love with Joe, his new beefy, stud muscle/fat body, his new outlook on men, and his helping John, changed and humbled Kurt forever. Kurt would never be the pompous, narcissist that he was upon arrival at the Pig Farm.
The End
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