Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2019 15:23:57 +0100
From: gayspunk <gayspunk@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay Pig, chapter 2 Pigs are naked

# Gaypig
## Chapter: Pig day part II

I was expecting to have a freaky BDSM time as a cum and piss pig, but this
had turned into a hard core fucking gang bang, way outside my comfort
zone. These guys were pulling a train barebacking my arse, is this what
being the pig would mean for the rest of the day, was I their fuck pig now?

From my diary. If you want to see the pig in action, there's a candid shot
of me pigging out worshipping cock in a public toilet at
https://www.flickr.com/photos/gaypig/18157083368, allow restricted
photos. Feedback and encouragement welcome at gayspunk@gmail.com. Thank you
to all the pigs and pig feeders that have emailed me. If you make
withdrawals from the Nifty wank bank, consider squirting a deposit at
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html, cum again and let me suck that jizzy
dick clean for you.

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### Dogging lay-by

The thick leather collar was good and tight, the feel and smell of it
keeping my thoughts fixed on sex.  Stripped bare arse naked with my hands
cuffed behind my back was kinky as hell, I loved it. Bent down out of sight
in the back of the car, I tried to keep balance with weight on my knees in
a car foot well, and forehead pressed against the floor in the other. The
familiar musky aftertaste of the driver's spunk filled my mouth, though I
knew nothing else about him, only thinking of him as "Goat Guy" because of
his devilish goatee. It was astonishing to see Master D drive off, the only
one I know anything about in this weird S&M group. He had made my
humiliation fantasies brutal risky reality by stripping me naked when I
arrived at the train station, and throwing away my trainers and
tracksuit. Blood was still pumping hard from the excitement, but I felt
lost at sea having no idea of what was planned. My hard-on was ruling my
brain, and my cock did not care where we were driving, or how I was
supposed to get back home in London, after my money had been tossed away
with my pants. I was pretty sure Master D would turn up later, and however
this ended, playing pig in a public car park had been the most exciting
exhibitionist cock sucking I'd had all year. I relaxed by focusing on being
nothing but a total cum pig, and the horny feeling from knowing two
strangers had just enjoyed unloading their balls in my guts.

"Let's go piggy. Time to make friends with the doggers." Unable to use my
hands, I twisted around, the chain on my collar rattling, until I was
kneeling on my haunches on the rear seat. Goat Guy was busy doing something
on his phone, and after a couple of ping sounds, I guessed he was texting
after posting some the close up photos of me sucking his cock at the train
station. He had parked in a long lay-by with bushes at the side but open to
the road. A car zipped by, I guessed if anyone saw us, I would just look
topless, not surprising in the summer weather, unless they could see the
large leather collar. A car was parked about fifty feet away, too far to
see if anyone was in it. My heart gave a lurch as a teenager wearing a bike
helmet appeared at the car window next to me. Goat Guy must have pressed a
button as the window whirred down letting the boy lean in and look me up
and down, fascinated.

"Jim, right? Help yourself to the pig." Jim opened the car door and sat
next to me, leaving the door wide open and yanked the chain attached to the
leather collar around my neck, so I was up on my knees, head pressed
against the roof, cock bobbing facing him on the seat like he was about to
blow me. Grabby, his hands ran over me, excitedly feeling my exposed
nipples, torso and balls, gradually pulling and squeezing harder, smirking
as my cock jumped in response as he got rougher. This felt pervy as he
looked like an oversexed geeky schoolboy, the type I would block on Grindr
as they were probably under 16 and lying about their age, or a troll using
a fake photo. He was wearing clingy black cycling gear, with his man size
dick making a prominent outline pressed up against his stomach.

"I can't believe you got here naked, you look just like the photos. Can I
have a porn selfie with you sucking my cock?" Jim was pressed up against
me, rubbing his palm on my balls. He licked his thumb and ran a thumb
inside my foreskin, pinching it until I grunted, testing how much it would
stretch. I could feel the heat of his dick on my hip.

Before I could think of a reply, Goat Guy reached over, holding Jim's
shoulder so he sat back a few inches, but still gripping my cock, feeling
how hard I was. "Slow down cowboy. This pig gets off following orders,
you'll get your jollies. We were promised a cum pig with a talented mouth,
but this pervert wants handcuffs and exposes himself in public. When a sub
needs fucking, they drop their pants to display their arsehole. This one
was delivered cuffed and not so much as a jock strap, so feel free to fuck
its hole, it clearly needs it." I couldn't kid myself, Goat Guy was kind of
right. Master D had offered a choice of keeping cock ring or pants, and by
committing to be used as a group pig all weekend bare arsed, must mean I
subconsciously wanted to be a fuck pig as much as a cum pig. Jim looked
ecstatic, I was worried he would cream his pants before I could suck him
off. Goat Guy gave me a wide grin, snatched my cap off and put it on his
head.

"Jim is up for a porn selfie, sounds like an excuse to get you on camera
telling everyone exactly how sleazy a pig you are, while he jerks your
knob. Come on, give your customers some pretty begging if you want feeding
today." With his cycling helmet still on, Jim waived at Goat Guy's phone,
which I assumed was taking video. Jim started wanking me fast, playing up
for the camera, probably wanting me to jizz over his tented lycra shorts.

Looking at Jim, breathless from the firm wank, I took a deep breath and
said, "I am your pig, a dick pig, a cum pig. I would not stop touching my
cock without permission, so handcuffs were needed to keep my hands away
from this arse, mouth, cock and balls, because they are your toys, for you
to use." I hesitated, at that moment two guys in shorts had walked up to
the open car door. Goat Guy panned his camera phone from my face down to
Jim's hands wanking my cock and pulling hard on my balls. Spreading my
knees wider, I helped him get a firm grip on them. Fuck, four strangers
watching me being wanked in a public lay-by was such a turn on. I was close
and tried to relax, even as the wank was getting rougher. I kept eye
contact with the guys outside the car. "Please use me hard... let me blow
you, please fuck me. I need cum. I am hungry and must fill my stomach with
cum and piss. I, ... I was dared to beat my best and swallow fifteen loads
of spunk today. Please, oh, I'm going to cum. I am really thirsty, please
feed me." One of the new guys had lowered the front of his shorts and
pulled his stiffening cock out in response to my begging.

Goat Guy lowered his phone, and held Jim's wanking hand. "Whoa. No jizz
stains on the car seat please, and it's good to kept him edged hard and
horny. Pig, your cum dump count starts now. With this video of you naked
and begging to be a gang bang piggy posted, we will keep a count and let
you know. Fifteen full size loads is, like, less than half a cup, you'll
need more than that to fill your pig stomach." I had no idea why he did not
count the two loads at the train station, but my instinct was to keep my
mouth shut rather than asking about it.

"Come on then, if you really are a bad ass piss pig, get out and slurp down
my cock. I was about to have a slash in the bushes." This was the guy in
shorts with his semi-hard cock out. He looked about 40 with a rugby player
build. With Jim pulling the lead on my collar and helpfully holding my arm,
I stood barefoot on the lay-by grass verge. I was feeling dizzy, I think
the heat and not drinking all morning had left me seriously dehydrated. I
could hear Goat Guy making a call in the car, while the three guys made me
walk into the bushes for a few yards, then pushed me on my knees. A truck
went past, and I could see the driver, but I guessed the bushes probably
gave the guys enough cover for cars speeding past, though anyone parking in
the lay-by would see exactly what was going on. It was a perfect porn set,
they all had their cocks out. Jim still had his bike helmet on but rolled
down his lycra shorts, and pointed his 6 inch knob at me, which I swallowed
straight down, rubbing the base of my tongue under his cock head, so he
jerked involuntarily.  The rugby fit guy pulled my head back off Jim's
cock, feeding me his thicker one. "Hold still. Get ready, this is so
disgusting, but you begged for a drink. If you let any piss splash back on
me, those pig bollocks will get such a hard fucking slap they'll ache for a
week."

His eyes were closed and I could feel an initial spurt as he relaxed. I let
air rush out of my nose, just as the full stream started. The hot liquid
squirted fast down my throat. My mouth was filling with backwash and I
almost lost control of it, but swallowing in a long draft was the trick,
the same as any macho lad would impress their mates by downing a pint of
warm cider in one, without drawing breath. Driven by thirst and hunger made
the difference, and I really did not want my balls slapped, honestly not a
pain pig! I drained every drop without over thinking, and was delighted
that it instantly cured my woozy feeling, leaving me wanting more. The piss
flavour not too strong, and the fresh smell a reminder of being an excited
14 year old and going cottaging, secretly sucking off pissy cocks in sleazy
toilet cubicles. Rugby guy's shaft pulsed with a last squirt. Snorting
fresh air through my nose, at the same time I sucked his cock in deeper and
started working my tongue, getting him harder.

Jim was kneeling next to me, his hand pulling again on my balls, then
stroking my belly like he was feeling it fill up. "I can see the pig
swallowing your piss, and look at his stiff cock, totally turned on by
being a toilet. Jeez, what a slut." However nasty Jim thought this scene
was, he was wanking his cock harder than ever.

Rugby guy pulled out mid-suck. Before I had a chance to thank him for
giving me a drink, he had given his friend in red shorts high five, as they
swapped places, and a fresh hard shaft was shoved in my open mouth hitting
my tonsils. I was really missing my hands, for me to give a decent blow job
normally meant some control by holding the base of the guy's cock or his
balls to help keep a rhythm going at my own pace. Instead my tongue and
throat were getting used extra hard, the cock forced in to me. He grabbed
the back of my head and started pushing. "The pig's profile said it will
deep throat. Open up and be grateful for my 9 inches, slut." I was relaxing
my throat, with this guy forcing it, I knew this had to work or I'd be
sucking cock the rest of the day with a painful bruised throat. I leaned
slightly forward and angled my head so that the cock had a straighter
passage. By lowering the back of my tongue and making my throat yawn open,
the cock popped in and was sucked down fast in one swallow action. The
guy's bollocks slapped my chin and I started my party trick of licking
them. He was not kidding about length, it felt like 5 inches were jammed
down my throat. If I did not practice swallowing dildos, this would have
been a disaster with me throwing up. "Nice, oh this is good. You got to try
this, I can feel the pig milking my cock, sucking me down into its guts."
Encouraged I kept on with the swallowing action, it was really vacuuming
him down into me. Grabbing my ears as handles, he pulled himself all the
way out. Inadvertently I loudly burped out the air he had forced into me,
making both the shorts guys laugh. Keeping a firm grip on my ears he pushed
me back on his tag-team buddy's cock, and getting the message, I stretched
forward and swallowed him down to his balls too, a bit easier to get there
this time as his shaft was not as thick. I could taste precum, and just
kept up the swallowing movement as red shorts guy pulled on my ears, even
rubbing my throat like a sex toy to masturbate his friend's cock. I wished
I could use my tongue on the dick head, but rugby guy was enjoying being
deep in me too much. Jim was still kneeling next to me, but had moved from
stroking my belly to fingering my throat, he must be feeling it swelling
and the cock moving inside me. Rugby guy was now holding the back of my
head and yelling he was cumming. The two guys were forcing me in place, I
just let it happen and rubbed my tongue on the bollocks and shaft pressed
against my face, enjoying the moment as I felt his load pumping along his
widening shaft and spurted direct into me. He yanked himself out, and held
his cock as the last jet finished half in my gasping wide open mouth and
half on my face.

Looking about, I realized the group had been joined by Goat Guy, a workman
in a donkey jacket, and could see someone watching in a guilty way from his
car. Goat Guy, "Better get that jizz off the pig's face and into its
mouth. Guys, be kind and let the pig drink your piss, it's a hot
day. Please text your friends, we need plenty of cock to fill a greedy pig
like this."

The workman said, "Come on, move this to the clearing. A bit of grass does
not stop drivers seeing what is going on as they go past. Don't give the
police an excuse to ruin our dogging spot, plus I want to take a piggy ride
before it gets worn out, and I'm not doing that here." The rugby guys
helped me to my feet, and led me down the trail.

### Pig fucking

The clearing was a grassy area based around a tree trunk which must have
fallen over several years ago. Three lads in their twenties were sunbathing
on the edge of the clearing with the remains of a picnic, loudly laughing,
drinking cans of beer and wearing shorts with shoes and other clothes in a
pile. They cheered as I was walked into the clearing. This must be a known
gay cruising area, on a second look they were not in shorts, but stripped
to their gay looking designer label underwear, and the one in the middle
was only wearing a leather jockstrap, sitting with his knees up,
practically inviting everyone to check out his shaved arse.

"Get down." Goat guy nodded at a grassy patch next to the trunk of the
fallen tree, which looked well worn like it was regularly used as a natural
bench. I knelt down facing it, Goat guy sat on the trunk, gently pulling me
forward using the chain until I was laying across it, feeling the remaining
bark supporting my chest and stomach, my knees now taking almost none of my
weight. I realized my arse was the highest part of my body. Goat guy handed
Jim a plastic bottle, and as I relaxed and let my head drop so that all I
could see was the grass and weeds on the other side of the trunk, Jim
unexpectedly squirted cold liquid up my arsehole, making me twitch. Goat
guy seemed well prepared, because I realized this was lube. Jim kept on
squirting, then was feeling around my lubed ring and must have been using
both hands to stretch me open. With my hands cuffed, I just let him get on
with it, feeling lube dribble down my legs, and relaxed as much as I
could. "Hey, that's plenty. I made up enough in that bottle to keep the pig
topped up for later." My arse was feeling weirdly minty fresh but going
numb, and I could vaguely smell cloves. I suddenly caught on, this must be
a home brewed fisting lube.

A pair of pale feet in flip-flops appeared on the grass in front of me, it
was one the sunbathers. He held the collar and pushing me back a little,
raised my head, giving me a chance to admire his thin but long knob poking
out over the top of his boxers. "Neal, you surpassed yourself. I saw some
pics, but arriving with a balls out naked and collared dude is fucking
daring." He carried on talking but I stopped listening as he lowered his
pants and was teasing me, getting me to lick the red end of his cock,
letting me suck in the head a couple of times before pulling out
again. Then there was a different cock, and as the two guys took turns
teasing my lips and letting me get them harder, it took me a while to
realize that someone new was fingering my arsehole. I concentrated fully on
the cock I was sucking as the new guy worked my arse with a couple of large
fingers. I encouraged him by clenching my ring around his fingers.

One of the two lads using my mouth was getting more serious, and let me
swallow his shaft down, my nose pressing against his pubic hair. As he
started properly getting in to it, repeatedly getting off by feeling his
cock head pop in and out of my throat entrance, I realized that the fingers
in my arse had been replaced by a cock while I was distracted concentrating
on the blow job. I was so ready and lubed up, that I had no idea when my
fucking had started, but I started to feel the difference why my fucker got
hold of my hips and started really ramming me deep.

"Can we fuck him?" The guy I was sucking asked.

"You bet, sleazy pig's got a massive cum fetish. Wants to get their guts
filled with cum, begged for it. Guys, if you fill a condom, don't waste it,
the nasty pig will suck out every drop of jizz." There was round of
laughing, followed by back slapping and encouragement for the guy fucking
me, getting him to speed up, now with his weight and chest hair awkwardly
pressing against my cuffed arms on my back, his panting on my neck, his
sweat dribbling down my side and his cock swelling thick, deep in me,
surely ready to blow at any second. This was the best bit of the fuck, his
shaft and knob head, perfectly rubbing my prostate, how could anyone not
prefer being a bottom? If someone touched my cock I would have cum
instantly. Fuck, I realized this must be the bossy hairy workman from
earlier. The guy with his cock down my throat had got into the rhythm of my
fucker, and I was loving this threesome action, but he pulled out. I gasped
for breath, momentarily moaning and grunting from the cock rapidly ramming
my ring, while the jockstrap wearing guy held their phone in front of me
for a couple of seconds as he played back the video me begging to suck and
get fucked. "Man, you really are a slutty, hungry, hungry pig aren't you?
Can't wait to see you gulping down our piss." Despite knowing everyone had
been watching the free show for the last five minutes as I squirmed as a
stranger fucked my arse, I could feel myself blushing in embarrassment, not
even knowning where that video had got posted. "Hold him still, I'm
cumming. Yes, take it pig slut." I could feel at least three pairs of hands
holding my collar, arms and legs, forcing me in place as my fucker stood up
pressing his full weight against my arse as he gave his thick cock a final
deep ram. The two guys in front of me held my head up, one holding his
mobile, I guess he was filming the moment, but I could not take in what
they were doing, or control what I was saying as I rolled my eyes, panting,
carried away feeling my fucker's cock thicken and pulse, shooting his cum
deep inside me as he yelled out and the group holding me cheered.

The jockstrap guy slipped off his jock and threw it towards their picnic
stuff. "John, I need a shag, hold the pig's head up." His friend pulled on
my collar as the now completely nude jockstrap guy bent over and pressed
his arse against my face, spreading his cheeks. Having no say in the
matter, I stuck out my tongue and got to work, probing his ring. I'm not
really in to rimming, but the guy's arse was squeaky clean, if
sweaty. There were still a couple of pairs of hands holding me still, so I
still had not confirmed who had just cum up my arse, when another cock head
was stroking up and down my arse crack, and then slipped in, real easy. The
combination of numbing lube and the first guy's spunk, must have left my
ring wide open, so I made it more fun for my second fucker, by clenching my
arse muscles hard around the shaft I could feel working back and
forth. Jockstrap guy pulled away from my tongue, and I got a perfect
beautiful view as his friend John, jabbed his long cock steadily up his
arse, and fucked him in front of my face. With my mouth resting for a
moment I looked over my shoulder, trying to see who was fucking me. What
the hell, I only then caught on that guys were pulling a train, barely a
pause between one cock pulling out and the next thrusting full in. Of the
three guys faces I could see, I only recognized one of the rugby build
guys. The guy buggering me was holding on to the bottom of the handcuffs
like a handle, while he rabbit fucked, making me grunt each time he punched
his shaft firmly back in, my balls slapping against his thighs. Out of my
sight below the tree trunk, I could feel someone crawl between my legs, the
must want a close up view of my arse getting fucked. I was pulled back
round by the collar to get a close view of the jockstrap's guys arse gaping
open, as his fucker John, finished jizzing on his arse hole. John held my
head firmly, as he put his shiny cock in my mouth and I keenly sucked and
licked it clean.

"Hey, when you finish fucking its arse, remember to let the pig clean you
off." Nasty, I was hit with the funky smell of cum mixed with Jockboy's
sweaty butt juices, especially when John turned and rubbed his cock up and
down his friend's arse, getting it spunky, and made me lick the slime off
while the others watching made lewd comments. But with an anonymous cock
making my prostate feel close to orgasmic, I was getting into it, and
lapped around with my tongue to get as much of the second hand jizz as I
could. John then pulled the jockstrap guy back, pushing his arse in my
face. I knew what I had to do, and started licking his arse clean, paying
special attention to poking my tongue into his cummy ring, which he was
clenching shut as I licked, obviously enjoying a rimming. Jockstrap guy
spun around and shoved his impressively large cock in my mouth. He must
have been totally worked up from getting fucked, as I had barely started to
suck, when his cock started jerking. He held the collar, so both of them
were now holding my head in place, and thrust his cock down my throat,
holding it still and yelling out as he spurted into my guts.

This, along with me clenching my arse muscles hard in excitement, set off
whichever guy was fucking me. I could feel him pulling my arse cheeks
apart, then one of the other guys helping out by pulling harder and telling
my fucker to get in there, probably managing to get an extra half inch
deeper. Without seeing his cock, I was not sure, but it feel pretty damn
far in my guts, he was as far in me as my 9 inch dildo would ever
get. "Fuck yes. I love it bareback, shooting deep into the pig." Jockstrap
guy was slowly pulling out his cock, giving me a mouth of musky spunk
flavour, making me slightly regret not being able to taste the rest of his
cum as it had been pumped directly in to my stomach. The guy fucking me was
grunting, showing off to the others who were egging him on, feeding my arse
a heavy cum load, as I could feel his cock jerking as he squirted his
fourth and fifth rope of jizz inside me. At that moment the guy who had
crawled between my legs grabbed my balls, somehow this gave a fraction more
space for my fucker to get up my arse, and started sucking on my hard
on. Getting a few final licks from the despunked cock in front of my face,
my rigid cock being sucked, balls yanked, and feeling a last jet of spunk
pumped up my arse while three or four guys were holding me down like I was
strapped in position, I was going over the edge. My second fucker yanked
his cock out, making my balls jerk up, and even with my arse ring stinging
like hell from snapping back after stretched around a fat dick, I could
feel my own cum about to spurt.

"No, I'm close, oh God, please someone fuck me." This made a couple of the
guys behind me laugh, and someone gave my arse a stingingly hard slap. That
slap helped, along with whoever was sucking my cock being told by a couple
of the others to fuck off as nobody wanted to see the pig cum yet. I could
feel a cock lining up behind me, head against my ring. Shamelessly I shoved
back against it, relieved that the twanging of my ring stopped as soon as
the cock head stretched it open again and the guy's shaft slipped in
easily, my arse so loose with cum and lube. The guy with his cock in me
slapped my butt several times on both sides, telling me to do my job, get
tight, and not dare cum. I felt some jizz being forced out of my dick, as
my prostate was massaged by the dick in me, but with the sucking stopped
and the arse slapping to focus my mind, I had held off from a proper
orgasm. The handcuffs behind me were dragged to my left and without warning
my hands were free. My arms must have been bent awkwardly as they felt
asleep, but being unlocked was an immediate relief on my shoulders.

My fucker pulled out. "Lets move the pig over here, I want to see its face
while I feed its guts. We can get its feet trussed up so the arsehole is
spread out to play with." I was lifted off the log and felt dizzy and
blinded by the sun as guys hoisted my in the air holding my arms and
legs. As I was moved with my head dangling upside down I could see maybe
ten men around me, most with cocks out, a couple of them naked. My most
recent fucker was at my head, telling the others where to put me. I was
suprised he was a very hairy bear with just an unzipped black leather
jacket on, probably well over 50.

I was lowered down on what was someone's picnic blanket, and I was
man-handled like a puppet. Different people held my arms and legs apart,
forcing my ankles nearly up to my head, making me curl my back, legs
straight with my arsehole pointing upwards. The bear was handed some blue
tow rope which he looped a couple of times around my ankles and knotted to
the large rings in my collar. Being a natural submissive, it was exciting
being controlled, having so many guys around me, grabbing me, but hell,
even after they losened their grip on my legs, with only about a foot gap
between my ankles and my neck, I could feel my tendons were strained. Bear
was kneeling at my arse, I was suprised at how large his cock looked as he
wanked it ready.

"Hold the pig's arse wide for me boys, I want to get deep." The men holding
my feet now pulled my legs apart and several others came forward to pull on
my buttocks. One gripped my cock and balls like a handle, a couple spat
right into my open arsehole and someone new had hold of Goat Guy's bottle
and put another squirt of the fisting lube deep in me. I had three or four
hook their fingers in my cummy arsehole, tugging it apart. I tried to relax
and let my muscles stay elastic and welcome the intrusion as I got
fingered. My cock was hard and I was loving the scene, but the glimpses I
could get looking down my arse ring panicked me a bit. It looked puffed and
wierdly stretched from the pounding it had received, with cum leaking out
that I could not even feel escaping. My arse did not hurt, it felt good
being played with, but I could see how wide my anus ring was, gaping
obscenely, showing arse muscles which I had never known I had. Finger tips
and the bear's cock head were rubbing on parts of my arse that felt like I
was being fucked already, and I could see the inside of my arse move as I
pushed outwards, releasing more of the mixed spunk which had been pumped
into my colon. Fucking hell, I had got totally carried away on the promise
of beating my cock sucking record this weekend. I had never been a fuck
pig, but it was crazy that I had only managed to swallow one load that
would be counted to my record, and several different guys had just
barebacked my arse. I did not even know exactly as I had been face down,
and with my arse a bit numb, unable to tell one cock from another. I had
sucked off lots of guys, but never had more than two guys fuck me in a
bathhouse session before. It sounded like all these guys wanted a go on the
pig's arsehole, noisily egging each other on about fucking and filling the
pig with cum. My sphincter was going to be left gaping open like a retired
porn star.

What the fuck, I was turned on by being pinned down by so many guys and had
begged in writing to get used, I just thought I would a pig for the BDSM
group, not an outdoor gang bang with random doggers would be in the deal. I
leaned my head back and stuck out my tongue, a skinhead guy with lots of
tattoos had been holding my collar and he pulled his cheezy looking cock
out of his button jeans, rubbed it on my mouth, letting me lick the head
and feel his Prince Albert knock against my teeth. I moaned as I felt the
bear's cock push into my arse slowly, my buttocks really being firmly
pulled apart, and I could hear more spitting and felt fingers moving
around, getting my arse to squeeze and flex in response. They were
obviously all enjoying the show of my opened arse being fucked by the hairy
bear, with excess cummy lube leaking out and puddling under me. I pulled my
head up and looked to see the large cock had really managed to be forced
balls deep in alongside the fingers that were pushed in. This felt too
tight, like using my whole weight trying to stretch my arse to sit down on
a bollard sized buttplug. That numbing fisting lube must make the
difference; then I was alarmed at the thought that Goat Guy might have
fisting lube because they were going to try ramming a fist in me.

Bear started to pound me hard. With my ring pulled more open than I had
known it could go, his cock head was plunging deep in my anus literally
without touching the sides, in a way that no other cock had before. The
skinhead, pulled my mouth back to his cock, clamped his hot calves against
my ears to ensure I could not move again, shaft reaching past my tongue. I
took a deep breath and yawned open, giving a deep throat treat, swallowing
him right down until his balls were on my nostrils. Some sadist was
slapping my balls, gently then harder, really gut ache painfully
hard. "Nice, I can feel the pig's arse gripping as you do that. Work those
balls, I want to feel it clamp tight when I cum in its guts." I clenched
and squirmed, automatically pulling away. The guys holding me just
reenforcing their grip, adding their full weight to pinning down my arms,
taking this as part of the pig show.

My cock was harder than ever, waiving in front of them like a flag showing
the pig was having fun and wanted more, despite the strain on my legs and
the ache from my balls. I had never felt more exposed and opened up with a
cock held deep in my throat moving just enough for me to snort some air up
my nose, a hairy bear fucking me bareback and several sleazy doggers
stretching my legs, arms and arse apart while I was learning how to keep my
arse ring relaxed wide open, at the same time using internal muscles to
hold the cock inside me, and bodily convulsing every time my balls were
slapped.

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