His parents arrived home that evening, and found their son still hard at work with Roger, room thick with smoke, quite a few cans of beer littering the floor, and as embarrassed as Shane was to be seen like this, neither of his parents seemed to pay it any mind. His mom suggested that Roger stay for dinner, since he was doing such a good job, and Roger was more than happy to take her up on the offer–it was late, and no one felt like cooking, so they ordered some food in for delivery. When it arrived, Shane was surprised by how much there was for just four people–nine extra large pizzas. But while his mom ate her usual two or three slices, Shane found himself in the dining room with Roger and his dad, all three of them chatting (well, it was mostly Roger talking, actually) and before he knew it, All of the pizzas were gone, and both him, and his father’s, guts were stretched tight and packed full. Roger gave them an affectionate rub, told Shane he’d been a very, very good boy that day, and then left for the evening. Exhausted after a long day of work, Shane climbed upstairs–still in the coveralls and boots Roger had given him–thought about a shower but decided he couldn’t be bothered, and headed to his bedroom to sleep.
In bed, he felt…uncomfortable. It was because he was still wearing the coveralls and boots, right? Shouldn’t he take them off? He’d never slept in a bed with any sort of shoes on before, and it…didn’t feel right at all. But that couldn’t be the problem–he was probably just horny. He jacked off instead, blowing two loads into the front of the coveralls, thinking about…Roger. About his cigars, about his voice, about how every time he heard the word “boy” he felt so calm, and relaxed, and happy, and sexy, and horny. It wasn’t long before he finally fell asleep, but when his alarm started blaring at six in the morning, he wasn’t particularly happy. Still, there was a reason he needed to get up, wasn’t there? He was helping Roger out some more today, and he needed to eat before he arrived.
Downstairs, Shane hauled a bunch of stuff out of the refrigerator and started cooking. It was simple fare–bacon, eggs, pancakes–but enough for six or seven people. His dad came down for work, sat down and stuffed himself, and then Shane joined him. His dad thanked him for the meal and then left for the day, his mom coming down a bit later, unfazed by the cumstained coveralls, seeming a bit…distant and uninterested in general, actually. She ate a light breakfast and then left for her own job, and Roger arrived as she was leaving.
“You had breakfast, right boy? Something good and hearty?” Roger said, patting Shane’s belly, which was doing flips–not…only because he was so full, but also because he was horny as hell, and hadn’t jacked off that morning. “Gotta keep the boy growing, right? Light me a cigar, boy.”
“Y-Yes sir…” Shane said. Shane took the cigar and lighter his master handed him, and went through the routine he’d been taught, but Roger could see he was anxious.
“Something wrong boy?”
“Just…just horny sir. I didn’t jack off this morning.”
“You need to jack off boy? You can do that if you want.”
Shane went red in the face, and assured Roger he didn’t need to if there was work to do, but Roger insisted. And so, while Roger smoked a cigar and groped his own cock, Shane reached into the front of his coveralls and started stroking his cock.
“That’s a good boy. Makes you feel good, jacking off in front of me, right boy?”
Shane nodded, but in his head he was horrified. He couldn’t believe he was doing this in front of someone like Roger, but if anything he was even more turned on. Roger exhaled a plume of smoke, and Shane let out a groan as it engulfed him, and his cock exploded. Roger reached out and groped the front of Shane’s coveralls, feeling the sticky cum soaking through. “You’re being a very good boy.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Go get us a couple of beers, and let’s get to work.”
Shane did as he was told, and they worked through the morning, stopping at lunch time. Roger wanted to go out and get some fast food, and Shane didn’t protest–though the strange looks the older woman who lived next door gave him when he walked out behind Roger made him wonder just what he was doing. This wasn’t normal–none of it was, and yet, here he was, climbing into Roger’s truck, heading for a local burger joint. Again, Roger got too much food, and encouraged Shane to stuff himself–he got so full that it made him horny…or was it the fact that Roger was hotboxing him with his cigar smoke the entire time they sat in the truck? In any case, Roger was talking to him a lot, but he could barely focus–he was happy to get back to work in the afternoon at home.
Roger stayed over for dinner that night too. In fact, Shane couldn’t recall the last time he and his parents had eaten dinner without Roger there. The only difference was that Shane was the one cooking today, while Roger and his dad talked, and his mom got some work done in the office. It wasn’t the best meal, but Roger and his dad praised him for it anyway, and that made him feel good–and plenty hungry–Shane tucked away more than either of them, snorting and grunting, cock hard in his coveralls.
“This boy’s a total pig, Gary,” Roger said to Shane’s father.
“Really sir?” Gary replied.
“Yeah–feel that boy’s cock–see how hard he gets from stuffing himself?”
His dad reached over and felt up Shane, and he was too shocked to even do anything other than freeze as it happened, mouth full of food.
“Damn, sure is! Hard as a rock.”
“Yeah, real pigboy,” Roger said, reaching over and groping Shane’s cock, tugging at it through the rough fabric, sticky from all the loads of cum he’d encouraged Shane to shoot into it all day long. He was close, snorting and grunting through a mouthful of food, and he came.
“Fuck, that’s…kind of disgusting, sir,” Gary said.
“You seem to like it plenty yourself,” Roger said, and felt Gary’s own rock hard cock, “You’ll be jackin’ off later, thinking about your own full gut, right?”
Gary nodded, “Yes sir.”
“That’s good–real good,” he said, and stood up with a belch, “You did real good today boy,” he said to Shane, “and I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
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