Recurring Dreams

He must have fallen asleep.

The sun was still high, Liam hoped that he wasn’t burnt. Looking around, he saw that the pool area of the resort was busy with people, but he was having a hard time pinning down the people moving around him. He was still sleepy, couldn’t quite focus. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his side, eyes drawn down the line of chaise lounges to the very fat man he saw near the other end of the pool, also on his side, belly flopping over the side of the chaise, fat pressed between the plastic strips. He was staring right at him, licking his lips.

Liam tried to roll back over, but he found himself unable to stop watching the man reach underneath his belly. He couldn’t see what was there, behind the man’s gut. Was the man actually naked? The belly was jiggling now, why was he still watching this happen? Couldn’t peel his eyes away. Time flowed uneasily about him, people streaming by as the man jiggled there, huffed a couple of times, pulled away his hand, something shimmering on his fingers in the sunlight.

The man sat up and rolled his legs over the side of the chaise then stood up, lumbering towards him. Liam had to get up he couldn’t still be here when the man got here he had to move but his body was so stiff and sleepy and how was it everyone was moving past him so quickly? The man was there, the man sat down on the chaise next to him, and he was naked, he could see the cum on the man’s hand, but he was finally up, standing up.

“I have to go I have to,” Liam said.

“Before you leave, you should probably wake up,” the man said to him.

***

He must have fallen asleep.

The sun was still high, Liam hoped that he wasn’t burnt. Looking around, he saw that the pool area of the resort was busy with people, but he was having a hard time pinning down the people moving around him. He was still sleepy, couldn’t quite focus. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his side, eyes drawn down the line of chaise lounges to the very fat man he saw near the other end of the pool, also on his side, belly flopping over the side of the chaise, fat pressed between the plastic strips. He was staring right at him, licking his lips.

Liam tried to roll back over, but he found himself unable to stop watching the man reach underneath his belly. He licked his lips too. He couldn’t see what was there, behind the man’s gut. Was the man actually naked? The belly was jiggling now, why was he still watching this happen? The shake of the belly was somehow entrancing. He was hard, wasn’t he? He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze through his board shorts. Couldn’t peel his eyes away. Never seen a man like him before. Never felt this way about a man before. Time flowed uneasily about him, people streaming by as the man jiggled there, huffed a couple of times, pulled away his hand, something shimmering on his fingers in the sunlight. Liam licked his lips again.

The man sat up and rolled his legs over the side of the chaise then stood up, lumbering towards him. Liam had to get up he couldn’t still be here when the man got here even if he wanted to be there he had to move but his body was so stiff and sleepy and how was it everyone was moving past him so quickly? The man was there, the man sat down on the chaise next to him, and he was naked, he could see the cum on the man’s hand, but he was finally up, standing up.

“You’re hard,” the man said, reached out and groped Liam’s bulge. “Smaller than I hoped.”

“I can’t, I’m not–”

“You should cum on me. Cum on my face.”

Liam’s shorts were gone, he must have lost them in the pool earlier. His dick was hard, sticking straight out in the sunlight. He wrapped one hand around it and started tugging on it, looking at the man’s huge, fat rolls, wondering how they might feel. He was cumming suddenly. He shot a load across the fat man’s face, he licked the load off his lips.

“I have to go I have to,” Liam said.

“Before you leave, you should probably wake up,” the man said to him.

***

He must have fallen asleep.

The sun was still high, Liam hoped that he wasn’t burnt. Looking around, he saw that the pool area of the resort was busy with people, but he was having a hard time pinning down the people moving around him. He was still sleepy, couldn’t quite focus. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his side, eyes drawn down the line of chaise lounges to the very fat man he saw near the other end of the pool, also on his side, belly flopping over the side of the chaise, fat pressed between the plastic strips. He was staring right at him, licking his lips.

Liam tried to roll back over, but he found himself unable to stop watching the man reach underneath his belly. He licked his lips too. He couldn’t see what was there, behind the man’s gut. There was something beautiful for him in huge men jacking off. The belly was jiggling now, rolling back and forth in thick waves. The shake of the belly was somehow entrancing. He was hard. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze through his board shorts. It was so big, so hard. Couldn’t peel his eyes away. Never seen a man like him before. Never felt this way about a man before. Time flowed uneasily about him, people streaming by as the man jiggled there, huffed a couple of times, pulled away his hand, something shimmering on his fingers in the sunlight. Liam licked his lips again.

The man sat up and rolled his legs over the side of the chaise then stood up, lumbering towards him. Liam had to get up he had to get up by the time the man got there had to stop him keep him from leaving he had to move but his body was so stiff and sleepy and how was it everyone was moving past him so quickly? The man was there, the man sat down on the chaise next to him, and he was naked, he could see the cum on the man’s hand, but he was finally up, standing up.

“You’re hard,” the man said, reached out and groped Liam’s bulge. “Nice big cock, very nice.”

“I want, I need–”

“You look hungry, boy.”

He was hungry, he’d skipped breakfast. The man held out his sticky, shiny hand and Liam sucked each finger dry, licked the palm clean.

“You should cum in me. Fuck my face.”

Liam’s shorts were gone, he must have lost them in the pool earlier. His dick was hard, sticking straight out in the sunlight. It slid easily down the man’s throat. He wrapped one hand around it and started tugging on it, looking at the man’s huge, fat rolls, wondering how they might feel. His cock slid easily down the man’s throat. He reached down, groping the man’s fat moobs, pressing his legs into the man’s belly. Warmer than he’d expected. He was cumming suddenly. He shot a load down the man’s throat, watching his fat neck swallow his seed down, and then pulled out. A strand of semen connected head of cock to bottom lip for what felt like an eternity, then snapped.

“I have to go I have to,” Liam said.

“Before you leave, you should probably wake up,” the man said to him.

***

Fuck, he must have fallen asleep.

The sun was still high, Liam hoped that he wasn’t burnt to shit. Cursing, he looked around, he saw that the pool area of the resort was busy with people, but he was having a hard time pinning down the people moving around him. He was still damn sleepy, couldn’t quite focus. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his side, eyes drawn down the line of chaise lounges to the fat pig he saw near the other end of the pool, also on his side, big ass belly flopping over the side of the chaise, fat pressed between the plastic strips. He was staring right at him, licking his lips.

Liam tried to roll back over, but he found himself unable to stop watching the man reach underneath his belly. He licked his lips too, feeling his piercings there. He couldn’t see what was there, behind the man’s gut, but he wanted to. There was something so fucking beautiful for him in huge men jacking off. The belly was jiggling now, rolling back and forth in thick waves. The shake of the belly was somehow entrancing. He was so damn hard. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze through his board shorts, feeling the thick ring in the head. It was so big, so fucking hard. Couldn’t peel his damn eyes away. Never seen a man like him before. Never felt this way about a man before. Time flowed uneasily about him, people streaming by as the man jiggled there, huffed a couple of times, pulled away his hand, something shimmering on his fingers in the sunlight. Liam licked his pierced lips again.

The man sat up and rolled his legs over the side of the chaise then stood up, lumbering towards him. Liam had to get up he had to get up by the time the man got there had to stop him keep him from leaving he had to move but his body was so stiff and sleepy and how was it everyone was moving past him so quickly? The man was there, the man sat down on the chaise next to him, and he was naked, he could see the cum on the man’s hand, but he was finally up, standing up.

“You’re hard,” the man said, reached out and groped Liam’s bulge. “Nice big cock, very nice.”

“I want, I fuckin’ need–”

“You look hungry, freak.”

He was hungry, he’d skipped breakfast. The man held out his sticky, shiny hand and Liam sucked each finger dry, licked the palm clean.

“You should cum in me. Fuck my fat ass.”

Liam’s shorts were gone, he must have lost them in the pool earlier. His dick was hard, sticking straight out in the sunlight, PA glinting. He wrapped one hand around it and started tugging on it, looking at the man’s huge, fat rolls, wondering how they might feel. His cock slid easily into the man’s ass. He reached down, groping the man’s fatty sides, pressing his legs into the man’s thighs. Warmer than he’d expected. He was cumming suddenly. He shot a load deep into the man’s ass, watching his fat belly shudder as it took his seed, and then pulled out. A strand of semen connected head of cock to sloppy hole for what felt like an eternity, then snapped.

“I have to go I have to,” Liam said.

“Before you leave, you should probably wake up,” the man said to him.

Smoked

–Day 1–

I woke up, and I couldn’t see anything. It was terrifying, that first time, when you open your eyes and you still can’t see a thing? And even worse, when you try to talk, and say something, and you find something in lodged in your mouth? I could scream–and I did scream, that was for sure, and did my best to escape, but my hands had been locked behind the chair I was sitting on, and my legs were tied to the chair, and the chair must have been bolted down, because my flailing didn’t move it an inch. Where in the hell was I? I didn’t know. I mean, I remembered the smoke shop, the one that everyone on the forum had been talking about, and I remember going in and asking for his special smokes, and the burly man behind the counter had given me one to try, and then…nothing.

I kicked and fought for a few more minutes, but I couldn’t get loose–all I did was tire myself out, and make it even harder to breathe through the tube in my mouth. I could breathe through my nose still, but the air was stale inside the mask, while through my mouth the air was clean. I sat there, panting for a bit, trying to figure out what to do, when I heard him speak.

“Ah, so you’re awake then. Good, that means we can go ahead and get started. Well, you fucking prick, you asked for one of my special blends, so here you go–we have a long week of changes ahead of us, so we might as well get started, eh?”

I couldn’t breathe as well, suddenly, and then I heard the sound of a lighter being lit, and then smoke started flooding my mouth through the tube. He must have stuffed a cigar in the other end or something, and I tried to just breathe through my nose…but this smoke, fuck, you don’t understand, whatever blend it was, it was…irresistible. Before long, I couldn’t get enough, I was inhaling deep off the tube in my mouth, sucking down as much smoke as I could, and he was chuckling, encouraging me to take as much as I needed.

I don’t know how much I smoked, but I know it was at least three cigars in a row. The guy’s special blends, the ones I had wanted, they could…change people, or at least that’s what the rumors claimed. But what in the hell was the guy talking about? I hadn’t acted like a prick! I mean, maybe I had been a bit rude…and maybe a bit of a snob, but fuck, I think I’ve been a weakling long enough to earn the right to be a fucking man, right? I mean, sure, I was impatient, but I didn’t give a shit about how to use the fucking product–you just smoke it–how hard could it be?

Well, not as hard as my cock. Fuck, by the time I’d finished the first cigar, my cock was aching in the chastity device he must have put on me while I was asleep–I mean–I was horny as fuck, and by the time I was through smoking it, I just wanted to cum, but there wasn’t exactly anyway for me to make my desire known, aside from moaning like a fucking whore. Still, eventually the smoke cleared away, and I could breathe again–for a moment at least.

He fiddled with the tube leading into my mouth–I could feel it being yanked around–and then something new flooded my mouth. It was the consistency of a shake, and it came so fast that I nearly choked–I didn’t exactly have many options beyond swallowing it all down. My gut felt like it was going to burst by the time the flow stopped–I don’t think I’d ever eaten anything as massive as that meal, but then it was back to the smoke. He kept it up, and he hasn’t said a word to me. I’m on my fourth feeding now, and I’m exhausted. I can’t sleep though, I have to keep eating. I’m…I’m so hungry, and so horny. The flow’s easing up, thank god–I think I have to try to sleep. There…there’s the smoke again, fuck, that feels good on my gut. Maybe…maybe I’ll sleep for just a little bit. I have to keep my wits about me, and the smoke…so good…horny though…so horny…

–Day 3–

Goodness, he’s looking good already, and we aren’t even halfway there–of course, I’ve been pumping him full of more smoke than any of these guys usually get–I usually only supply them with a dozen “special” cigars for a week of changes, but this guy, well, he’s already gone through a dozen, and I’m going to put another dozen more in him by the time we’re finished. The feedings and immobility are having the desired effect too–he’s plumping up nicely. Of course, he might have been slim walking in here, but he’s not going to be slim walking out. He’s probably at 250 pounds right now, but hell, we’ll see how big we can get him over the rest of the week. Still, I think it’s time for something new.

I’ve been waffling, I admit it. A dumbass redneck? A cock-starved retiree? A piss guzzling trucker? I mean, I have a lot of options, but I think I’ve settled on something. I want a fist pig–a preference for leather, but with more personality than a leather bear. Still, leather is a fine place to start, I think. I have him on a round of cigars at the moment, but lets go ahead and get him all dressed up. First, a harness, but we’re going to have this one spiked, I think. Yeah, I’m definitely feeling a certain punk vibe off of him–this is going to be hot.

Now, chaps? No, I don’t think chaps…hmm…how about. Yeah, I’m going to have to undo his feet for a second, but he’s so smoked out I doubt he’ll even notice. Hell, even I untied him, I don’t think he’d want to leave at this point. Besides, I still have his key–not that he’s going to give a shit about his own tiny ass cock by the time we’re done here.Still, I think some jeans…but distressed. Yeah, lets rip up the knees here a pit, and rip out the ass and crotch of course–he’s a fucking slut after all–no shame there, and then we’ll just…slip these babies on…yeah, that’s looking good.

Now, how about a beat up biker vest, and a bandanna–deep red of course. His hair’s growing out nicely, after all–and I kind of like it–though maybe a mohawk…mmm, yeah, that’ll be fuckin’ crazy. Now then, just add some of these old combat boots and tie his feet up again, and we’re all done–perfect.

Let’s see, how about that last accessory though? I’ve been stretching his ass out nicely since yesterday–aw yeah, look at how easy that plug slips in and out now–that’s so damn hot. We’re going to give this punked out bear the loosest hole in the city. I wonder…hell, why not? I’ll just give it a try. Pull it out and start out with a few fingers…aww fuck yeah, he’s fucking eating my hand with his hole, that’s so hot–but can he…yeah, he’s moaning, it hurts, but he wants it, he’s opening up perfectly–just a little more…fuck yeah, take my fist you fucking cunt, that’s so fucking hot. Feels good, doesn’t it? Having my fist pummel that prostate of yours? You like it, I can tell, but we’re not done yet, not by a long shot. Still, that’s enough of that for now. I’d give you a proper fucking, but I can’t get to your hole, so we’re just going to have to give you a bigger dildo for now. How about nine inches and as big as my fist? Still, even that isn’t going to be enough for a hog like you, just you fucking wait.

–Day 5–

Holy fuckin’ shit, this music is really starting to get on my fucking nerves now. Fucking metal? And fuckin’ Screamo at that? It’s just a bunch of dumbfucks playing guitars as badly as fucking possible, and some dude screaming his fuckin’ lungs out. What’s the fuckin’ point? It’s been playing non-stop since yesterday, and I mean, sure, I think it was even worse then. I dunno, maybe I’m just gettin’ used to it or somethin’.

Ow! Fucking hell, it fuckin’ happened again! My right fuckin’ ear this time, somethin’ fuckin keeps poking me every few minutes. I swear, like fuckin’ needles or somethin’. God damn, if it don’t make my fuckin’ cock ache every damn time though. Who knew a chastity device could feel so damn good though, eh? I’m so horny, but damn, if it don’t make my piggy hole feel so damn good. Aw yeah…yeah, he’s pumpin’ the dildo, oh yeah, fuckin’ righteous man, feels so damn nice, gettin’ reamed like that. Wonder how big it is–feels like a fuckin’ two litter bottle. Yeah, I’m gonna have to give that a try when he let’s me out–I bet I can take it. Hell, I’ve already taken both of his fuckin fists, I wonder…wonder if I could take three? Oh yeah, bet that would feel so damn good…

Fuck I’m hungry. I could eat a fuckin’ horse. Gotta keep this big gut a mine fed after all, gotta get bigger too–just…just a fat ass metalhead…yeah–ow! Fuck, again? and my tits this time? What the fuck is up with that? And this fuckin’ burnin’ that’s gettin’ on my nerves too. First it was just my arms, but now my whole gut feels like it’s on fire or somethin’. All itchy and shit. Man, my head…just feels so fuzzy all the time, gettin’ harder to think ‘bout anythin’ other than my…hole…yeah…fuck, feels so good, getting fucked like that…

…Shit, think…I think I zoned out for a bit there. Yeah, fuck, I remember this album, he played it yesterday. Man, it made me so angry yesterday…and…and I’m still angry, but also…kind of…kind of pumped up. Yeah, what a fuckin’ amazin’ solo, listen to that fucker shred! Man, if I didn’t have this fuckin’ smoke tube halfway down my throat, I’d be totally into this, I wonder if they tour. I bet…bet their mosh pits are fuckin’ out of this world, man. I’d love…love to find some big fucker in there, drunk off his ass, and just get down and dirty with him in the mud, get him to fuck my sloppy hole right there in front of everyone, like a fuckin’ punked out pig!

No–No, that’s not me, I don’t mean it. Did I really just think that? What in the hell is happening to me? I can’t even remember what I used to look like. I mean, all I see is this fat, tattooed and pierced thug, but that’s not me, it’s not. I–I mean…it would be…kinda hot if that were me. Yeah, with “SEXXXPIG” tattooed across my gut, and massive fucking gauges in my ears. Big doorknocker hangin’ from my septum, just…just a dumbass, punked out, bear whore.

Oh is…he fuckin’ is, workin’ both his fists in there with the dildo now. So damn full…of fuck yeah, the food’s starting! Yeah, I’m fuckin’ starved, fucking stuff me full at both ends, I’m such a hungry pig, just a hungry ass punked out piggy bear…yeah…feed me, stuff me, smoke me…that’s what I need, that’s what I was made for…

–Day 7–

Hot damn, what a fucking whore. As soon as I let him out, he’s on his knees, cigar clamped in one jaw, and he’s begging me to fuck him. Of course, his hole is so damn loose that I can’t feel a thing–I end up jacking my cock off with my fist inside his ass, and he fucking loves it. You should see him, he’s a fucking freak. Piercings everywhere–and I mean everywhere. When I took off the chastity belt, his cock and balls, they looked like a god damn pincushion. And even with the device off, I saw he’d chastized himself already–the massive PA through his three inch cock was padlocked to a ring in the massive ball stretcher he wore, pinning his cock against his massive sack. I asked him if he wanted to cum, and he told me he’d lost the key years ago–he could still cum on occasion, sure, but he loved how it felt when he got hard, like the ring was going to rip out of his cock head.

Well, he’s definitely a man, I’ll say that. The cigars put on a massive amount of hair–but it’s…well…manicured in some interesting ways. The hair is thick except for on his gut, where it accentuates the tattoo–SEXXXPIG–on a completely bare patch of skin, and his arms, where a riot of tattoos, some of them from metal bands, most of them sexual, form full sleeves to his shoulders. His beard is down to his gut and thickly tangled–he stinks like he hasn’t showered in a week, which I suppose he hasn’t. And his long hair has been spiked up into a deep red mohawk. I sent him on his way, and promised him cigars for life, so long as he stopped by for a rough bondage and fisting session once a month–like he’d turn down an offer like that. Still, he apparently had some metal festival to get to or something–he was going to see if he could turn to mosh pit into a metal orgy–and with that ass of his, I bet he’ll do just fine.

“Ah yeah, you fuckin skin slut–how do those fuckin’ boots taste bitch?”

“So fucking good sir, thank you for letting me lick them clean sir,” the boot slave said, and then ran his not dry tongue along the wet leather and across the laces, and when his master rubbed his shaven head with his gloved hand pressing him down into the leather for a few moments, he groaned loudly, feeling his cock ooze precum into his tight leather pants.

Wait–shaved head? Leather pants? Hadn’t…hadn’t he…

His master’s piss surprised him, slamming into the side of his face, and he quickly looked up, mouth open, keeping as much of it from landing on his master’s shoes as possible and swallowed it down in big, heaving gulps, and then, finally, his master allowed him the privilege of sucking his thick cock. He didn’t last long, and they were in a public stall, so they needed to hurry anyway, and his master fed him after a minute of rough pounding thrusts, and then, pulled out, and zipped up, Rudy wiping his lips with the back of his hand…expecting to feel…something other than bare face for some reason, and he was still thinking hard when his master called, “Oi! Bitch, get a fucking move on!”

Rudy shook his head, and hurried out of the stall, but stopped when he saw somwthing strange on the ground. His cowboy boots and jeans…just lying there on the floor. But they couldn’t be his, he was wearing his pants and twenty hole rangers–he didn’t even own cowboy boots…but they were his. They were his, he could almost remember them he could almost…

His master slammed into him and shoved him up against the wall. “Leave them–you’re just a disgusting punk now, just a dumb-ass submissive skin slut who obeys my every fucking command, just a perverted stinking, nasty minded skinpig slave who follows me around because he has nothing better to do with his life, and is too stupid to imagine that things could be different.”

Rudy struggled against his Master’s arm, which was cutting off his air, but in the mirror he could see himself change, the tattoos racing across his arms, the piercings accumulating in his ears, nose, lips and eyebrows. He smirked–he was one hot skinpig, that was for sure, and he gave his master a dumb snort, and licked his lips, his head filling with all sorts of nasty things he hoped his master would do to him later–that he would beg his master to do to him later, and then his master stepped back, and Rudy followed him out, snorting and grunting, paying the boots and jeans no more mind.

Jared received the suit a week ago, and put it on more out of curiosity more than anything else. Now, he really wished he hadn’t. The suit’s seam had sealed itself as soon as it was on, trapping him inside–he’d had to wear a hoodie at work just to keep it hidden. Worse, he hadn’t been able to jerk off all week–the suit made all sensation in his cock completely dead, and he was horny as hell when the weekend came.

The past few nights, he’d been having strange dreams as well, the same one, looping over and over all night long. In it, he picked up his electric razor, and shaved off his hair into a mohawk, and then did it again, and again. His nerve broke on the third day, and he shaved his head, only to have the suit open and reveal his rock hard cock. 

No jack off session had ever felt so good–but as soon as he came, the suit closed up again, and the next night he was dreaming about getting gauges in his ears. Still, he couldn’t do that could he? No, he’d manage to hold out…somehow.