***WARNING: SCAT***


Marco hadn’t had a bender like this in a long time, not since college. He surged awake, his head pounding, mouth dry, gut twisting into knots. Throw up–he was going to throw up. His vision was blurry, but he’d fallen asleep in his bathroom at least. He crawled over to the toilet, grunting, gut growling, unable to believe how terrible he felt, but when he got there, he discovered that whoever had used the toilet last hadn’t bothered flushing it–and he also realized that this wasn’t his bathroom.

He looked around, the room spinning a bit slower now, and found he was in a tiled restroom somewhere, but his gut pulled his face back around–he thought he was going to finally hurl, but instead he shoved his face down into the toilet’s filth and started chomping and slurping away at it, terrified at what he was doing, but unable to find a way to make himself stop. 

His mind was coming a bit clearer. His balls ached, and with one hand he explored back, discovering his balls were a good six inches lower than they had been, kept there by two thick, steel stretchers. His cock was studded with metal, and he found himself stroking it, running his hand over the jacob’s ladder, toying with his PA, his mouth still hopelessly chomping up the slurry of piss and shit from the toilet. It wasn’t until he heard the door to the bathroom swing open behind him that he scrounged up the willpower to haul his head up, splattering shit around him as he spun, eyes wide with terror, face coated in brown, and found himself looking at a huge man, clad all in leather, smoking a cigar and groping his own cock.

“Looks like a pig didn’t make it out last night,” the man said, with a laugh, “Stuck here for now. Don’t worry though–old Rod here knows how to take care of pigs like you. By the time we open, you’re gonna be the freakiest pig around, and you’re never gonna want to leave.”

Marco tried to object, but all his words fell out as grunts and moans, his head pulled back around, lulled back to the filth, and he was stuffing himself again by the time Rod lined his own, ten inch cock with Marco’s already well bred hole, and gave his newest Pigtown hog a good, long, filthy fuck.

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