Beastiality

I took deep breaths. I figured any one of them could be my last, I should make
them count. Cold, gleaming eyes stared hard at me from across the torchlit barn.
In the pens that lined the walls, I could hear grunts and squeals, the sound of
pigs, disrupted from a peaceful night’s sleep.

The man simply stared at me, licking his lips and running a gloved hand over his
sweaty bald head. I was still hazy from the drugs. The drugs, whatever they had
been, sure did their job well, as I could hardly remember a thing, and I could
hardly move on my own. When I did try to move, I was instantly met by the
restraints of several peices of rope, which seemed to have me pinned to a few
strong boards outside of a pig pen.

The air in the barn was thick with humidity. It had been a hot day, and I could
feel a sticky sweat covering my entire body. I could feel the dirt from the
ground sticking to me all over, and it was about this time that I was cognitive
enough to realize that I had been stripped of all my clothing. Through it all, the
glazed eyes from across the barn simply watched, and waited.

Blindness. A spotlight, hot and bright, lighting me up like a stove. Hands were on
me now, adjusting here, tightening there, removing ropes and replacing them with
new ropes in new places. I couldn’t make out who, or what, was around me, all I
could see was the powerful beam of blinding light that had been sprayed down
upon me from far up above. I didn’t fight, I couldn’t fight. I felt pretty fucked
at this point. I had no idea.

After the chaos settled, and my eyes had adjusted somewhat to the rude lighting,
I realised I had been strapped to a couple of cement poles in the barn, legs
spread wide. My arms were also tied, but with enough slack that I could move
them about, thought it was hard to do. I was in a perfect position to be drawn
and quartered, but somewhow I knew that wasn’t the goal of this little
intervention. Somehow I knew I would live to see another day. I should have had
my mind on the here and now, I should have worried about what I would be seeing this day.

Blindness, yet again. A rag, perhaps, or just an old blanket, thrown over my eyes,
and hands gripped around my jaw, holding open my mouth. I felt something go in, something small, perhaps a pill. More drugs, how wonderful. I felt lukewarm
water spilling into my mouth, then a powerfull, clamping hand covered my mouth
until I couldn’t help but swallow. The cloth was removed, and I was once again
occosted by the painfully bright light.

And then, nothing. I looked up. No one. Nothing, that is, except for the eyes.
Those eyes, staring, watching, waiting. Grunting and squealing, all around, the
sound of hooves against dirt. Distant splashing sounds of urination. The eyes just
watched, twitching ever so slightly. The man wiped his face with a gloved hand,
and then made a signal. Thats when everything got… weird.

The pens opened, all that I could see. The doors all swung open as if they were
motorized, like prison cell doors. As soon as they opened, I saw a wave of pigs
enter into the light with me, pigs of all shapes, sizes and colors. Some had spots,
some were a solid pink, some were very flabby, and some were filthy and muddy. They all seemed to have one thing in mind though; discover what the hell was going on, and who that was roped up to those poles over there.

They came right for me, and I was frightened that I would be attacked. But I
felt pig snouts all over my body, sniffing, searching, discovering all the scents
that my body contained. One sniffed right at my face, and licked at my cheeck
with a wet slimy tongue. Other pigs weren’t interested in my face though.
I suddenly felt something wet around my crotch, like I had been sprayed with
water, or something else, something much more interesting. About this time, damn near every pig was huddled around my crotch, stepping over each other to take turns poking and prodding their snouts at my dick and scrotum. As I watched, barely able to comprehend my situation, their mannerisms seemed to change almost instantly. They began to get excited, slobbering all over themselves, mounting each other. A long, thin, spiraling pig cock would shoot out and bury itself into another pigs anus. They were absolutely squealing with delight, and as they continued to poke and prod at my privates, I began to be aroused… very, very aroused. Whatever was in that pill, it was sure working.

Pure bliss. How else to explain it? I couldn’t believe the tingles of arousal
running down my spine as my cock began to harden into a steel pin of pleasure.
Rubbery, curious snouts were all over my body, and I couldn’t have been happier
about it.

The pigs became more and more excited as I hardened to a full erection. Every
sore, every pain, every muscle in my body seemed not to exist any more. There
was only pleasure. Every part of my body felt like an extension of my penis. As
a boar passed near my head, I reached up and cupped its gigantic balls in my
hand, and as I felt its rough, warm skin touch mine, I felt as though my hand had
its own tiny ejaculation right then and there. The pig stopped and backed up,
lowering its balls into my face, and I licked and sucked at them, kissing them as if
suckling on a woman’s tit. I reached up and fingered the boar’s ass. Tight and
warm. I moved my finger in and out, every satisfied grunt was like buttermilk
for my ears. In the distance, gleaming eyes flickered to and fro, watching like a
hawk.

Another smaller pig walked directly between my legs, and licked at my privates
from just below the ass all the way to the hilt of my penis. Shivers. He moved
forward, and layed his body upon mine, his front hooves lowered on to my chest,
his snout poking curiously at my belly. I reached forward and massaged the huge,
powerful hooves in my hands. As I did this, I could feel the pig’s penis
poking out of its sheath and run across my own penis. Penis to penis with a pig.
More wonderous shivers of delight. The pig adjusted itself and I felt its penis
run below my balls, parellel with the crack in my ass, enough to run between the
cheecks but not at an angle that it could penetrate my hole, only rub against it as
it went in and out. It was like some sort of bizzare, bestial penis massage on my
ass.

Sexual overload. Sometimes strange things happen, the body reaches a breaking
point, adrenaline kicks in, and powerful motivations take over. I fought off my
restraints, pulling hard on my legs and arms. I heard a snap, and then another, as my restraints began to break free. Soon I had nothing holding me down, and so there was no more reason to stay down. As I tried to rise, a large, fat boar came into sight, its pink dangling balls and puckered ass turned in my direction. I
stumbled forward and my chest fell upon its body, and I wasted no time wrapping
my arms around its body and burying my cock deep within the pig’s anus. As I
did so, I felt the boar’s muscles tighten up around the meat dug deep within its
hindquarters. It was absolutely magical.

I pumped harder and harder, and the pig grunted harder and harder. Other pigs
tried to mount me as I fucked, trying to do the same to me. Pick cock constantly
shot at my own ass, trying to find the mark, and as one pig was forced off,
another would take its place. Pretty soon I was thrusting at such a phenominal
pace, I was sure my muscles would split and fall off. Suddenly I let out a loud,
glutteral howl, and buried myself to the hilt within the pig. The pig let out a loud
squeal, and for a moment it seemed as if we had become one animal together. My entire body tensed and exploded with ecstacy as I felt load after load of cum
fire into dirty, tight pig rump.

I flopped to the ground, my load spent, my energy drained. I fell to my back,
looking up between the legs of the animal I had just fucked. Drips of cum fell
from its behind on to my face, and the other pigs quickly began to investigate,
licking up every trace of the sticky white film covering both my face and the
other pigs anus. I licked back at the snouts that worked hard to clean my face,
meeting tongue to tongue with several of the pigs, tasting my own cum with a
healthy dose of pig saliva.

A large, black and pink pig came forward to investiage closer, and I found this
animal to be an especially beautiful specimen. Still breathing a bit heavy from
exhaustion, I found the strength to reach up and run my hand along the pig’s
sheath that swayed and hung from its body. I gently caressed from the sheath to
its balls, and must have found a sweet spot, for the pig simply flopped on its side,
the head of its spiral penis poking out ever so slightly from its hiding place. I
went for it with my mouth immediately, licking and massaging with my tongue,
persuading it to come out just a little bit further. I continued to grope at the
pig’s balls with one hand as I jacked it’s exposed penis with the other, pulling it
out a bit more so I could take it further into my mouth, wrapping my lips tight
around it and sucking like a straw on the tip, until a literal fountain of cum began
to fire into me. I drank down the foamy, protein-rich pig cum for what seemed an
eternity, the whole time the pig simply stayed put and took deep breaths,
twiching ever so slightly, its muscles tensing with every shot of cum.

When I had finished making a meal of the pig’s penis, I lifted myself to its front
side and stroked my hand along its side, reaching forward to give the pig a big fat
kiss on the snout. It began to lick at my face, and naturally I licked back, going
so far as to wrap my lips around its tongue, feeling it explore and lick at the
inside of my mouth. French kissed by a pig, damn did I love it.

Blindness. The lights faded away, and the piggies scattered. Soon the grunts and
sqeals died down, and there was hardly a sound to give proof to the events that
had just taken place. As I stood up, my eyes slowly adjusting, they were soon met by another pair of eyes. They were familiar, gleaming and bright, as if they had just witnessed the most fabulous thing ever. Perhaps they had.

The bald man was face to face with me. A large smile cracked across his face,
and he reached forward to put a hand on my shoulder. I was about to speak to
him at last, when his other hand suddenly came forward bearing a heavy sack. He
handed it to me, and I opened it, reached in and stood staring at a small portion
of its contents in the torchlight.

Cash. Lots of cash. Thousands of hundreds. It could have been a million, maybe
more. I never counted it. I didn’t want it. I looked around the barn, taking in
the smells and playing back the insane events that had just taken place. I took
one last look at the bag, and I knew what to do.

I handed the bag back to the bald man. “I don’t want it. I want the pigs. Only
the pigs, until the day I die. I don’t need money. No amount money can buy them for me. I need them now, forever. Please,” I pleaded.

The man took the bag, and his gaze seemed to peirce my skull and explore within
my brain. He squinted a bit and took a deep breath. Another large smile crossed
his mouth. “I thought you might say that,” He said. “If its pigs you want, then,
pigs you shall have, my friend.” He patted me on the shoulder once, and then took
a few steps back, dousing himself in shadow until only the glint in his eyes was
visible. I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. Any breath could be my last,
and I had a lot of piggies to screw!

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