(Caption) One Lost to Pigtown

October Caption Challenge (10/31)

It wasn’t Peter’s first time in Pigtown. The bar was legendary in the city, and the entire neighborhood around it just as much. There were stories, tall tales really, about the bar having some sort of magic. Peter didn’t know about magic, but the energy there was unlike any bar he’d ever been to, in any city, on any continent. It thrummed in him, pushing him to dance harder, kiss more, drink heavy, and no matter what, he would never seem to remember how to got back to bed each night–though he rarely went back alone.

But tonight felt different. Tonight, there was more energy than before, pulsing through him. Everyone was looking at him, everyone wanted him, and he wanted them all just as badly. He was out of control. It culminated around midnight, with him getting up on the bar, already naked, and sliding up and down on a dildo one of the other patron’s placed there, drunk on both drink and the cheers and lusts of the men around him. 

Another patron came up, blew him while he fucked himself, and eventually, he made his way back onto the dance floor for a few minutes, but it wasn’t long before he was in the backroom, countless hands on him, countless cocks sliding into him, overstimulated and overwhelmed, he managed to crawl away, deeper than he’d gone before into the maze, so deep he wasn’t quite sure where he was going, anymore. 

“There you are, I was hoping you weren’t too lost, yet,” a voice said.

Peter looked up, and found a bearish leatherman looming over him, his face and beard lit only by the light cast from the cigar gripped in his maw. “You seemed to have lost yourself in there a little while ago, got a little out of control.”

Peter tried to respond, but his body was still thrumming with need and lust and anxious desire. He found himself crawling over to the man, licking at the crotch of his leather pants, and the man laughed. 

“Lucky I found you before something else down here did,” he said, “Let me help you.”

Peter felt something heavy slip over his head. A chain collar, secured with a padlock with the key still inserted in it, and the man pulled the key free. As he did, something…shifted in Peter’s mind, the energy turned solid, and looking up at the man, all he knew was that he was his master, and he had to obey him, and service him, and do everything that he demanded. 

“That’s a good boy, come now, I’ll show you the way back out of here. And then, you can thank me properly, how does that sound?”

Peter thought it sounded very nice, and did just that.

But the next morning, something was wrong. When he awoke, his body was…different. There were more tattoos, his nipples were pierced, his cock as well. He found himself craving cigars, and even stranger, there was a humidor sitting on top of his dresser. He was wearing a leather harness he’d never seen before in his life, but which he was somehow certain was his. And lastly, there around his neck, was the chain, the padlock, and the key still in the lock.

It had gone on so easily before, but now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get it off. The chain wouldn’t slip over his head, and the key wouldn’t turn in the padlock, or even come out. He struggled with it for a while, before eventually, and a bit shamefully, going to his neighbor’s next door, and asking them for help. He was a straight guy and married, but a bit of a handyman. He fiddled with the key, and it came right out of the lock–and as soon as it did, the same urge to submit overwhelmed him, and he fell to his knees in front of his neighbor–who didn’t miss a beat, hauled out his cock, and fed it to him. That evening, he had his first adventure in pigtown as well, guided by his slave for the evening, and the next morning, Peter was right back in his apartment, collar secure, key hanging free–and he realized then, that Pigtown was magic, and it had its hooks in deep.

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