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Teenage Fuckpig - 1
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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I examine the background of a teenage fuckpig to learn
how better to handle him. (M+/b, ped, nc, rp, v, huml,
orgy)
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While traveling through the East Coast, I stopped to
see a friend who was having a small problem. It seem he
had bought a pig from some guy in California, but when
the kid arrived, he was most unsatisfactory. He was
listless, and didn't suck or fuck with any enthusiasm.
He didn't respond much to pain stimulus and just seemed
totally fucked up and burned out. The pig was only
sixteen and should have had lots of years of abuse
ahead of him. SO My friend asked me to see what I could
do.
Here is something of the cunt's history, although we
can't be sure it is one hundred percent accurate.
His step dad started fucking the boy's mouth when he
was three or four. The pig, whose name was Alan and
whose former name we will use here to avoid repeating
the word pig over and over, often had to lick his step-
father's prick clean after he had fucked the boy's mom.
The dad was a typical drinker, fucker, all around jock
type, and he sometimes had his buddies over to watch TV
and Alan had to suck their dicks as well. When the
boy's mother complained, she was beaten. Alan too was
beaten almost daily. The stepfather took a belt to
Alan's ass when the boy was only four.
Things progressed from there. Alan's father fucked him
when he was six. His rectum tore and Alan was taken to
hospital where of course the damage to the boy was
seen. Step father was put in prison, but the mother
blamed Alan. I guess she preferred a man who beat her
to no man at all. Alan's mom ignored him and took up
with a black man who started to pimp her out.
He took one look at Alan's sweet blond face and angelic
little ass, and the cash register in his head rang.
Well, why not? So Alan became a hustler at seven. He
went to school sporadically, and by the time he was
nine, he was seriously behind. He was not behind is
cocksucking or getting fucked though. He was turning
into a real pro.
The pimp enjoyed making Alan fuck his own mother, which
fucked the boy up mentally a bit. The pimp fucked Alan
as well and passed him around to his black pals. Here
things get hazy. It seems that this went on until Alan
was about twelve, when he ran away from the pimp. He
wandered the streets of La and was picked up by an
older gentlemen who was a sadist. He took Alan in and
introduced him to pain.
Alan's catalogue of accomplishments quickly expanded to
include: Getting fucked by and sucking off dogs, tit
torture, ball torture, catheters, fist fucking,
burning, piercing, piss hole stretching, and of course
toilet games. Alan became a full time toilet for a
bunch of guys, learning to drink piss and eat shit like
a good little thirteen year old.
It seems there was a period of time when Alan was kept
in a cage for nine months, only let out to be fucked or
suck cock, or to be tortured. During this time, every
single meal Alan was served was mixed with shit and
piss. Alan was taken to a farm where he was made to
mate with goats, pigs, dogs, and forced to suck off
horses. He had to eat horse shit right off the stable
floor to entertain customers.
By fourteen, his body stank permanently of shit. It
gets in the pores you know, and it's hard to get rid of
the smell. It fills the sweat. Alan had been fist
fucked so badly his asshole required surgery from a
special gay doctor who was into the scene himself.
Alan was sold to a Latino gang who used him as a toilet
and cum dump and kept him locked in a basement. And
then he was sold again. To the guy who sold him to my
friend.
The boy looked amazingly good considering all he had
been through. He had been cleaned out of the shit
residue in his system and smelled fresh. He was really
cute, although his body was thin and somewhat battered.
But it seems all the life had been fucked or tortured
out of him.
And this was my friend's problem. How could he have any
fun with the boy, if he couldn't get the pig to respond
to humiliation, abuse or torture. What fun is it to
torture a kid who doesn't seem to care?
I said we had to make a few tests on the pig to see
where he was at, mentally and physically. We had to see
if there was any level of pain that he would react to.
His tits had been stretched out like sow titties, which
was real cute. You know I like sow tits on a teen. So
stretched that he can't even go out into public without
getting stares, so of course we make him go out every
chance we get. I started out by nailing Alan's tits to
a board.
I gave him five hours of extensive tit work, and
although he winced and chewed his lip and cried a bit,
he didn't respond enough to make it any fun. I put big
nails right through his nipples, but the kid took it in
stride. I then tried nailing his cockhead to a board as
well. This got a little better reaction, but I was
concerned that in order to get any fun from the boy we
would have to mutilate him, and this would certainly
limit my friend's activities.
I watched him writhe silently in pain, and for some
strange reason I just had to lean in and kiss his full
young lips. And lo and behold, he started to shake. His
eyes opened. I realized that the one thing the boy was
not used to was affection. He had been abused and
tortured so consistently for such a long time, no one
had shown him any affection.
Now you and I know pain and affection can go hand in
hand. You can build up a boy's hopes and dreams with
affection either real or faked, and then shatter those
same hopes with withdrawing that affection. You can
temper humiliation and abuse with gentleness and
kindness, and by doing this you can actually get a boy
to want to please you by suffering.
I licked his face and slowly let me spit drop into his
mouth. He tilted his head back to get the spit. I
changed position slightly so he would have to really
stretch his nailed tits and dick head to reach the
spit. He did, almost tearing his tits off.
I whispered in the pig's ear, asking him if he wanted
to suck my cock. His eyes glazed over, but he nodded
his head. This was on Monday, and my friend said he
hadn't had cock since Friday. The boy was used to
sucking fifteen to twenty dicks a day. Getting off a
cock addiction can be worse than heroine or cocaine.
I un-nailed the boy and let him drop to the floor. I
handed him a butcher knife. I told him I would let him
suck my dick if he cut his own cock off. With no
hesitation at all, he brought the knife to his teenage
dick. I stopped him just in time. But I had learned
that the boy had been taught to follow orders, no
matter how extreme. I also knew he had lost his will to
live. This was almost interesting case. I asked my
friend if I could take Alan home with me for some
personal study and work. He said the boy was useless to
him the way he was, so why not.
The pig is now in a cage in my home. I have several
things I want to try. I need to find some way to get
him to respond. The spark of affection was the closest
thing to life I had seen, so I have been very gentle
and very nice to him. I let him suck on my dick while I
watch TV.
He has very little enthusiasm, but seems to like to
suckle it. If I could get even one more good solid pain
session from him, knowing that I had thus finally
drained him completely, that would at least be
something. Is there anything I wonder that would,
could, still humiliate or shame him? We shall have to
see.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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