Hitch Hiker

*** Chapter Four

I slipped quickly into a tight silky pair of shorts and a singlet that John passed me, put some trainers on and ran out to open the gates and join John in the car.

The shorts were quite small for me and moulded perfectly my tight perky little butt and my rigid little clitoris, John seemed well pleased with my appearance. We drove off down the country road for only several minutes before arriving at a broken down old farm with a couple of cows in the fields and a few chickens in the courtyard. John hooted the horn and waited for an elderly, scruffy, bearded old man to stroll across to the passenger window. He was tall and stocky and stood proudly looking like some feudal knight striding across his domain.
“This the slut you want treated John?”
“Yeah I’ll leave him with you for a while then join you in the barn for photos. OK?”
“Get your gear off slut!” he ordered.

The door opened and before I was aware he had grabbed a large chunk of my hair and was dragging me out of the car and across the yard on my knees, being unable to stand up with him holding my head down at waist level. The steel door in front of us was slightly ajar and he forced it open with a violent kick to reveal a pig pen that stank of purine and pig shit. It was dark and noisy inside as I struggled to keep my balance, he kicked the door shut behind us. I was now lying on the cold concrete floor in 2 inches of pigs shit and urine swilling around my cunt and cock. His strong firm grasp on my hair pulled me to my feet and then released me to push me forward. He took a horsewhip from above the door and started to poke me in the back.

“You're a nothing, a nobody. The dirt under my fingernails is worth more than you. And so I will treat you. You must crawl through the shit and piss, the pigs will fuck you rotten. Your body will ache. Like a pig you're going to dig in the dirt. You will suffer. I'm going to kick you in the balls, you. In short: I'll break your pride ...”
“On your knees and crawl through the shit.”

The pigs grunting in their pens and the stench is overwhelming, as I progress on all fours out of the worse of the stagnant shit onto the main concrete alley between the pens. Separated by simple low brick walls with a wooden gate to each pen. On my knees I can see nothing of the pigs in their pens just the filthy cement floor and breezeblock walls.

This new treatment was totally unexpected and threw me completely but feeling the dirt and shit on my clean pristine silky skin excited me, as the intense smell flooded my nostrils giving the sensation of a euphoric drug stimulating my senses.

My cock was hard again, swinging between my thighs as I was struggling to progress on all fours, his whip poking me incessantly one side to the other. Now he was pulling me by the hair and forcing my head down to the ground, “nose to the ground, back curved and ass up, it’s your cunt we need to see you shit,” he shouted as he gave me a whip straight down the Khyber and stinging my balls.

To the left I heard him open a door to one of the pens, as it scraped awkwardly on the concrete, he kicked it to ease its opening against the heap of straw inside. He dragged my head in direction of the open door “in you go and show your ass to this boy all the time.”

I advanced into the pile of straw with my nose to the ground basically blind to my surroundings just concentrating on keeping my back curved and ass in the air. I could however hear the animal whose living space I was violating and he didn’t sound particularly friendly. The pen door shut loudly behind me and I heard the metal latch being drawn. The smell of the fresh straw mingled with the sweet smell of urine and shit was filling my head. I could feel my hands landing on large puddles of shit and pig’s piss through the prickly straw.

The whip was back in action poking my ribs and butt inciting me forward into the corner. My new companion was snorting loudly sniffing my armpits and moving his moist warm snout down towards my crotch, forcing my hip up with his powerful head to gain access to smell my erect cock and dangling balls. He was, I guessed, about my size and weight with considerably more strength than me, capable of lifting my body against the pen wall, “turn your back to him, you stupid cunt,” my new teacher encouraged me.

The pig’s snout was now firmly interested by my inviting little hole, sniffing roughly and forcing against my rear and balls, I could feel his warm moist respiration over my skin, he was becoming more and more excited pushing and shoving then suddenly raising his front paws up onto my shoulders, bringing his full weight to bear and forcing my shoulders down. I started to feel his snake like prick swinging around between my cheeks and I moved my ass from side to side to put my cunt in his way and ease his anticipated penetration.

His prick was long thin and twisted searching desperately an entry, the head feeling out a warm space to force its way through and I felt it close to home sliding around touching the sensitive tissue around my filthy cunt, AHHH he has found his space and like a sharp insidious worm he penetrates as deep and as quickly as he can, what an incredible sensation to feel this snake inside me and the weight of the pig on my shoulders. His whole body is now in an uncontrollable urge to penetrate as deep as possible and I raise my haunches to assist the act and ease the way, I feel his snake tickling the depths of my rectum, what ecstasy, I tighten the muscles round my sphincter to retain his trembling prick. He quickens his movement as he approaches orgasm and his pressure on my shoulders becomes more violent and painful from his paws blending with the intense pleasure.

My cock was rigid and hard as my friend withdrew and stuck his snout one more time into my cunt to check his work, he seemed satisfied and went off to the far corner of the pen. I myself felt so happy and self-content, my cunt had served its purpose for the very first time, being fucked by a pig was in my mind gigantic.

The stroke of his whip struck on my left hip, bringing me back to my role, “Come on you fucking lazy cunt of a slut, get out of there and on to the next customer.” With that I turn toward the gate and quickly move out through the open hatch.

He ushered me from behind with his whip down the corridor some 15 metres where the next pen door was open and I quickly went in with my nose to the ground, as I crawled past him he leaned over and slapped my ass and grabbed my balls, squeezing painfully making me react, trying to wriggle free, I roll onto my back and squeezed my thighs to encourage him to release me. “Fucking stupid bitch, stop moving, settle down and let me play,” “but please sir you are hurting me, I’ll do as you want, please don’t hurt me like that.”

“Oh my god a whinging whiner, go on get inside and I’ll deal with you later.” I quickly got back on all fours and crawled into new straw filled pen. This one was larger and cleaner, but my new friend was considerably bigger, almost three times my size as he lay spread out on the floor. “Get over next to him, lick his prick for fucks sake, don’t just look at him.” Were my instructions. I approach him a little wary of his size, I moved my head towards his sleeping cock and posed my lips on his body, and allowed my tongue to caress his pouch. I could feel it stir slightly and the tip starting to emerge, I encouraged it some more and soon had several centimetres of his thin whirly snake like prick out. The pig stirred and I moved to offer my ass to him, he immediately accepted the offer, placing his front paws around my hips and placing his torso on my back. I had the sensation of his body completely overwhelming me, his prick was going all over the place so I passed my hand between my legs to guide the twisted curly prick to my cunt, he forced penetration and after several frantic jerks into the depths of my ass, he was done.

My superb athletic body was starting to ache, as I crawled down the corridor humiliated and covered in pig’s spunk, piss and shit. My beautiful auburn mid length hair caked with drying excrement, but my humiliation was not finished. As we reached the end of the pig pens and into a larger barn area and I saw Mister John at the entrance with his camera clicking away. My teacher stopped me and told me to sit. He dropped his cotton slacks down to his knees and pointed his large long thick uncut cock at my face. “Take my cock in hand you worthless bastard.”

My hand was on his solid if placid cock and I instinctively grasped it tight and drew back the foreskin to show his head covered in cock cheese and release the smell of stale urine, he drew closer and I could see the thick forest of greying pubic hairs formed around his crotch. A powerful stream of golden urine started to flow from him and hit me in the face and on the nose, it was hot as it ran down my face and touched my lips, the smell filled my nostrils as I tasted the sour sweet strength of his elixir, my hand guiding his jet I pointed it all aver my head and hair enjoying the sensation of total filthy public humiliation, hearing the camera in the background. He advanced and took my head between both his hands and forced it upwards towards his penis and thrust it to my lips, I opened my mouth and took his flow at the back of my throat trying to swallow but most was spilling out down my body, his cock head was now in my mouth, I could taste the granular white cheese on my tongue mixed with his urine. I shut my eyes to concentrate as his cock, although placid and not even close to erection was filling my mouth, I knew there was more to come. He withdrew to continue his pissing stream down my chest and onto my half erect cock.

“Now clean me up good and proper,” as his cock came back to my mouth. I made every effort to please him. He then turned around to offer me his thick round buttocks spread wide for me to lick clean his crack and hole.
For the first time in my life I was doing things I had never even imagined possible and as I progressed I found a deep satisfaction in giving my body and soul to the service of my superiors.

In the large barn space, I was allowed to stand in the centre and given a bucket of clean water and small sponge, to clean myself up in front of the two men. When I was done a small donkey was brought in and handed to me to walk around with in front of the camera. As I dried off and gathered pace with the donkey I started to warm up and enjoy posing for pictures, my cock was getting excited again, jumping up and down.

“Good boy, now get the donkey as horny as you are, dumb slut,” I didn’t quite know how to do that but used my basic intuition caressing its head and stroking its flanks and underbelly gradually making my way to its genitals. The animal seemed used to this and stood steady for me to work on him. After a couple of moments, I could feel his cock start to react in its shaft, as its large head appeared and as I insisted it grew longer and longer to almost a foot long, my fingers working its whole length and other hand concentrating on its head.

“On your knees cunt and show this donkey you are his slave, I want to see his cum all over your slut face,” I dropped to my knees and placed myself just to one side and placed his long large oddly shaped head into my mouth, the taste was similar to that of my teacher’s but perhaps more salty sour, it was not uncomfortable and my hands were holding the full length as I tried to take more in my mouth.

The donkey’s cock was long and large, but I was determine to show my Masters what I could do, and how I knew to swallow cock. I kept my tongue low and tight to the bottom of my pallet, I breathed deeply through my nose and advanced slowly on this delicious cock, I felt it reach the rear of my throat and touch my tonsils, the most difficult part was getting through this stage, forcing myself to relax breath, I forced centimetre by centimetre passed my gullet, resisting the choking feelings and it was into my throat, I was elated at my success and continued deeper and deeper. My hands were working hard on the shaft as I withdrew from my mouth, I felt the animal quiver and felt the surge of sperm coming and then felt the hot abundant jet of donkey cum hit my forehead starting to trickle down my face, my hand on his prick felt the following squirts coming and I dropped my head and felt the warm wet cream fill my hair, my head was covered in his sperm that dripped down my neck.

Mister John and his friend seemed very pleased with my performance and that made me feel proud of what I had achieved. I stood up and feeling extremely dirty and sticky all over followed John back to the car where I was told to get into the boot. It was a fairly large boot and didn’t trouble me, so I settle in easily, content to go over in my mind my farm boy training.

The car drew to a halt after about 15minutes and several final complicated manoeuvres, I heard some muffled conversation between John and what I think was two other people. The boot opened and I saw a tall fat middle aged man with a well worn black tee shirt, scruffy long hair and a short goatee beard offering me a hand to get out.

We walked together through a metal door and down a narrow corridor into a small well-lit and apparently well-maintained sort of workshop that resembled in a lot of ways a hairdressing salon with black leather covered seats and benches in front of various mirrors, with a large number of images on the walls of various types and styles of tattoo. To one side was an en-suite bathroom with massage bench and shower and it was here that my new friend asked me to lie down.

The shower was turned on to allow for little more than a warm trickle to run over my chest. He poured body soap all over me and started to slowly clean me, rubbing backwards and forwards, inspecting every detail. “Turn over, my luv, there’s a pet. Good boy, nice body for a youngster. Pete our Master has left me a list of things he wants and I’m here to make sure he gets what he wants.”
“So, top of the list is a smooth body, so you need always to ensure there is no hair on your body. We are going to shave you down together then dry you off and apply epilation cream all over to take off any residual hair.”
“Then I will shave your head clean and total. Such a nice head of hair, I’m going to enjoy doing that.”

This news hit me like a brick, it was probably the thing that shocked me most, the thought of losing my hair, my chin trembled, and I started to cry and placed my hands over my face. “Please is that absolutely necessary?” I wept.
“Sorry pet, Masters orders, he likes all his special slaves bald and smooth. Better get used to it sonny.” As he continued nonchalantly to wash down my back taking particular care over the buttocks and hole.
“I also need to check your basics are functioning correctly and operate or dilate in accordance then, to finish I will give you your tattoos, slave number on the lower back and a “Pete’s slave” on your right cheek.”
“I hope you’re clear on all that and are not going to give me any problems. OK?”
“Yes,” I sniffled to myself, a tear lingering on my cheek, resigning myself to my destiny. I only now started to understand how I had been led, little by little into a life of submission and crossing the line to slavery. Perhaps I should try and see Mister John and get him to save me from these final brutal constraints.

“Please can I see Mister John, I don’t want to lose my hair and have tattoos, please can you take me to him or have him come here. Please.”
“I thought you’d say that Pet, they all do at some stage, I’ll give John a call and take you over to see him, but don’t blame me for any consequences, it’s all your own fault.”

With that he went next door and I heard him use the telephone. When he returned he simply asked me to follow him.
My mind was in a mess, trying to get a full grasp of what had happen since yesterday evening and now only 18 hours later reduced to slavery and my body being owned and controlled by a series of men all working for one Master Pete whom I had only met briefly on the forecourt of a filling station. I was losing hold of my life, my work, my rugby, my friends, my family everything.

Here was I naked and helpless my body aching from abuse, caning and fucked. My clothes have been burnt and I’ve abandoned my family and now feel a sense of panic as my life slips away from me. I cannot let this happen, get a grip of myself. My hands are trembling, my stomach is taut and my nerves tense, my heart racing and I feel so terribly naked and alone. How can I escape this situation into which I have been drawn and trapped. There appears no real way back and that is what frightens me. A sick and overwhelmingly depressive mood envelops me as I move to follow.

I fear my meeting with John and do not know what to expect as tears once again start to well up in my eyes. I’m telling myself to grow up and behave, act like a grown man an adult which just makes me feel worse.
I follow the large frame of my new playmate as close as possible out of the room and down the corridor about 30 metres until he knocks at a door on the right, from inside comes a loud and clear instruction to enter. He indicates for me to go in placing his hand on my left ass cheek as if to reassure me and then I open the door slightly and slipped into the well-lit room.