I'd visited him a few times for some blow and go's. The last time he was much more handsy then anytime before. He was grabbing my ass and pulling my hair. He pushed me roughly to my knees this time. Before, he had patiently waited for me to take off my shirt and drop to my knees. But this time he was acting much more aggressive, making me nervous. I'd never been nervous with him before. After completing the act, swallowing, I asked what was going on. He just laughed, telling me he was getting bored with our current arrangement. I told him I was enjoying it, but may be open to other things id he could explain what he had in mind. Bluntly, he simply replied: "Fuck you like a pig, of course. You've seen the movie, Deliverance, haven't you?"
I hadn't. So I found it on YouTube and watched a few scenes. Fuck. That's pretty graphic for a 30 year old movie. I texted him asking how that would play out with me. He just laughed, again. LOL. He said he would make me run up the stairs while he pulled my panties down, order me to squeal like a pig, then bend me over and fuck the shit out of me. He said I'd probably like it because I'm a little bitch. I wasn't so sure. I didn't contact him again for a few weeks.
I kept watching the rape scene in the movie, putting myself in the 'pig's' place. I couldn't stop watching. I'd get hard watching and listening to it. I'd feel my cock twinge when I'd see the man grabbing the 'pig's' tits and slapping his ass. I closed my eyes, simply listening to the orders, the squealing from the poor, helpless victim, the rough, demanding voice of the hillbilly. It's very sick and weird that I'd enjoy this violent scene. But, I did. I tried to resist going back to watch more. But, instead, I find myself at WalMart buying some new underwear. Some tidy white briefs.
He pulled my shirt and shorts off and slapped my ass hard. "Oh, you saw the movie!" Looking at my tight little boy panties. I just stared back at him. "Get up the fucking stairs, piggy."
He slapped my ass all the way up the stairs, calling me a bitch and a pig. The bedspread was pulled off. There were several lengths of rope on the bed and a ball gag. As he pushed me face down on the sheets, I noticed a bottle of Astroglide ass lube and a rubber dildo, a big black one, on the night table. This was going to be a long afternoon. And it was.
He told me he was going to pop my bitch cherry himself. The dildo was for later, to keep my ass spread and ready for rounds 2 and 3 and 4, and for when I was sucking his cock. He roughly pulled my arms up over my head and tied my wrists to the headboard. When I tried to resist, or whine about how he was treating me, he would push my face into the pillows and order me to "Shut Up!"
The assault came quickly. he was rock hard manhandling me. He loved this. He climbed on, pressing his slippery cock between my cheeks. "This is going to be so fucking nice, piggy bitch." Before he ordered me to squeal like a pig, and entered my tight little hole, he worked my ass and my tits, grabbing and squeezing them. He leaned down and kissed my ass cheeks. His mouth was kissing my cheek while his hands were smearing lube all around my little hole. He didn't slip a finger in. He was waiting for his cock to enter me for my first sensation of being violated. Now, up on me, his hands on my tits and his cock wiggling around my hole, he whispered in my ear. "Cry like a piggy, bitch. Squeal like one. Do it now."
The rubber ball strapped in my mouth wouldn't allow me to speak, but I could squeal. And I did. At first it was just a little test. Barely a sound. He gripped my tits, pinching really hard. A louder squeal. "Fucking squeal, piggy!"
"Mummph! OK, OK! Wheeee!"
"That's better, piggy."
And then... "Wheee, Wheee, Wheee....WHEEE!!!"
Well, you've most likely been penetrated. So you know. Bu that first time id hard to forget. That cock feels so fucking big. It makes you forget everything else happening. I remember the endless pumping in and out. Spreading me out. Pulling my hair, pulling my head back as he forced his cock in as deep as possible. He loved it. I wasn't sure if I did.
But weeks later, I realized I wanted more. Lot's more. more cock, more fucking, more bound and gagged fun. I couldn't get the event out of my head. So, yes, now I'm obsessed with gay sex, bromance, fucking, kissing and having a fuck buddy close by as often as possible. I'm stuck here. I just can't move anywhere else. Where do I go from here. A real relationship with another man is really difficult. I don't know why, but it is. So here I am, hoping to find a guy for me, who will fuck the piggy out of me. If there is such a man.
Billy
