Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 16:44:35 -0500 From: smoothslave Subject: The Making of a Raunch Pig chapter 10 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 10 Pig was stripped of its clothing and led to the basement. SIR leaving it in the cool basement with tools and instructions. Pig standing in the saw dust as it cut a hole in the square and began to assemble the rim seat. Working hard to do it right. Working hard to please SIR. Frightened of what it was turning into, scared of what it may have already become. Pig finished putting in the final screw then stepped back to take a look at the final results. Four short wooden legs that supported a wooden platform. A white toilet seat firmly attached to the top which sat above a circular hole drilled underneath. Pig placed the rimseat on the floor and pushed on it with firm hands. The project looked stable and able to support weight. It wiped the final specks of sawdust from the seat and notified SIR that the project had been completed. SIR came crashing down the basement steps and inspected pigs work. A smile on his face and a slap on pigs back let it know that it did a proper job following SIRs instructions. "You need a proper cleaning faggot. You are covered in sawdust and sweat." With that SIR led pig through the basement and up the steps to the back yard. There pig stood naked in the moon light as SIR used the garden hose to wash its' body of the grime. The cold water rushing over its' body making its ballsack shrivel and pull up. The water sending goose bumps up pigs back and down its' arms. SIR increasing the water pressure into a firm blast enjoying the pigs torture from the cold shower. "Good faggot. You look cold. Back inside..." SIR placed the rimseat in the middle of the room facing in the direction where he would be able to sit and watch the tv. "On your back under the seat faggot." Pig lay on the cement floor under the seat and looked up through the opening. Its' legs were spread apart and bent allowing SIR to tie ankles to wrists. A rope was tied around he pigs balls and a length of rope was left hanging from underneath. SIR looked through the hole and smiled at pigs face framed by the toilet seat. He hacked and spit through the hole leaving a slimy streak running down his faggots cheek. The light through the hole finally getting dim and dark and pig watched SIRs ass descend towards the opening. His musky smell invading pigs nose and the hair of his asscrack brushing onto pigs face as he made himself comfortable on the seat. "Yeah faggot. You did good with this. I have something special for you tonight. Been saving it all day." A warm gush of air ran across pigs face and the smell of SIRs insides invaded its' nostrils as he pushed out the first wave of gas from his asshole. "Take it in faggot.. There is more where that came from. Lick my hole, stick your tongue in there faggot." Pigs tongue darting around the hairy opening, tasting the sweet spot of SIRs pucker. The hair running over its' tongue licking back and forth then pushing its' tongue into the opening. SIRs hole moving slightly, stretching open. A warm air running into pigs mouth, filling it with the gas from deep within SIRs bowels. Pig gagged a bit at the smell and at the thought of what was expected of pig tonight. Pig was really unsure how to think at this point. It had allowed this man and his friends to use its' body in ways that pig never thought would ever happen. They turned pig into a human sex toy for their pleasure and enjoyment. Allowing them to do things that were once forbidden and unknown to pig. Pig became used to the smell of SIRs gas with each gush of wind from his hole. The smell was no longer an attack on the nostrils and pig was able to tell when the next one was coming from the movement of his hole. Pigs tongue would dart in as his hole slightly expanded, the rush of air tickling at its' tongue and washing over its' face. The rhythm continued with pigs tongue circling the hole, then feeling his ass begin to open. Its' tongue entering into the opening, the gas flooding out. Then it happened.... Pigs tongue came into contact with a warm bitter substance making its way out of SIRs asshole. Pig tried to move its' legs and arms but they were tied firmly in position. It tried to move its' body to the side but could only get a few inches before getting stuck by one of the wooden legs. Trapped under the rimseat with SIR ready to take a shit into its' mouth. "Don't struggle faggot. You need to learn..." "Please SIR. Can't SIR.. Anything else, please SIR" "Shut the fuck up faggot. You can and will" "No SIR. Please SIR" Pig tightened its' mouth and closed its' eyes. This would not happen, he may shit onto pigs face but nothing else. SIR realized that pig was no longer being obedient. No longer was the faggot licking happily away at his hole. No longer was the faggot obeying to his command. Pig could feel the rope on its' balls being pulled by the excess length. The pain increasing as they were pulled straight up into the air above its' body. A slap to the skin from SIRs open palm and pigs mouth opened in agony as the moan escaped from between its' lips. SIR taking full advantage of the situation pushed out more of his gift. His shit now brushing past pigs parted lips. The bitter tasted now stronger on pigs tongue. Pig trying to clamp back down but stopped by SIRs increasing slaps to its' balls. Defeated and humiliated, pig opened its' mouth and allowed itself to become the toilet that SIR wanted. The moist yet solid mass poking out of SIRs ass now entering into its' mouth. Passing over its' tongue and filling its' mouth. SIR squeezed and pinched off into pigs mouth, then slid back on the seat and looked through the opening. He smiled at pig and ordered it to eat its' snack. Pig drifted off, almost feeling like it was leaving its' body. It couldn't believe what was happening. The strong flavor of his shit could be tasted everywhere in its' mouth. Pig chewed and swallowed, trying to fight the gag from the back of its' throat. Tears running down the sides of its face, then opening its' mouth to show SIR that his order was obeyed. That dark moment seemed to last forever as pig fed upon the waste of his body. He emptied into pigs mouth and watched as each last bit was swallowed then rewarded with a stream of piss to wash the taste and bitterness away. "Yeah faggot you did it. You have come much further than I thought you ever would. A few more weeks eating from me, then we give the guys a turn." "Please SIR. Can't do it again SIR. Feel sick SIR." "Yeah that will pass faggot. You will learn to crave it. You will beg me to shit in your mouth." Pig was allowed to rest in the corner after the event. It sat there naked, degraded and humiliated as SIR prepared for the evening. Pig watched as SIR lay a plunger, a toilet scrubber, a roll of toilet paper and nipple clamps on the basement floor. "Crawl to me faggot.." He wanted to make pig feel like the slut it had become for him. He attached the plunger to the floor and had pig fuck itself over and over on the long wooden stick. Each slide down the hard pole scratching at its' opening and abusing its insides. This went on for at least an hour while SIR sat and watched the tv. Every now and then looking over to make sure pigs cunt was being abused. Pigs knees sore from the movement, the wooden pole harsh and unforgiving. Pig was ordered to sit on the pole as SIR stood in front. His gave pig an evil smile and began to rub the scrubber on its' balls and cock. The coarse bristles digging into the tender flesh making pig want to scream. Pigs skin turning bright red from the rubbing it was taking. He reached down and grabbed pigs cock and balls and forced them through the opening in the scrubber. It's genitals now locked into place in the opening by the coarse white bristles. He tugged on the handle of the brush, yanking at its' cock and balls and laughed as pig moaned from the bristles digging in and scratching the skin. "Looking more and more like a toilet now asshole. A bit more and I will have a fully function fag toilet." SIR reached down and pulled on pigs pierced tits. The skin still raw from being freshly pierced sent waves of undesirable pain through its body. He twisted and pulled on the rings getting its' tits fire hot, raw and screaming in agony. Pulling on the left tit ring he attached the first nipple clamp to the ring then slid the roll of toilet paper onto the chain then the other clamp was attached. Pigs tits were now transformed into a toilet paper holder for SIR. He pulled at the roll and laughed as pig moaned in agony from the pressure on its' swollen tits. "Fuck yourself now faggot..." Pig slid up and down the wooden pole as SIR sat in his chair and rubbed at his cock. The scrubber banging up against its' stomach and the toilet paper bouncing up and down with each movement. The pain in pigs body going from its' cunt to balls to tits with each slide up and down the pole. SIR smiling at his new masterpiece. His fully functional fag toilet. As pig continued with its' abuse, SIR called Steve and told him how he was training the faggot to be a toilet. He told him what the pig was wearing and how it was abusing its' body. SIR held the phone to pigs ear and mouth and had it moan into the phone for Steve. Steve laughing and telling pig that he was going to be using it for toilet duty. The men talking and laughing as pigs torture continued on and then SIR looking in its' direction and saying "Yeah Steve.. That is a good idea. He really has earned it tonight. Talk with you later Steve. Yeah we will get together real soon. Yes Yes Yes I remember.. You can use him how you like. Yes.. Yeah ok.. See you later." SIR hanging up the phone and announcing to pig that it was no longer going to be known as his faggot or cock sucker or asshole. No from now on it was simply going to be known and addressed as "pig". That night pig slept on the mattress in the dark basement as SIR slept upstairs. Humiliated and abused, it lay there with its' hole firmly stretched around the plug. Its' tits clamped, SIRs underwear over its' head. It lay there and cried as it thought of what had happened this weekend. Frightened and cold. Beaten down.. It was now his to do with whatever he wanted. It would be used over and over how he wanted. It would never say no for fear of having the pictures shown to its' family. It would obey. It had sunk deeper than it every thought it could. Next chapter: Steve pays a visit You can send any comments to smoothslave@att.net