This story contains gay group sex, requested humiliation and name calling, bondage, romance, toe sucking, begging, sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths/etc., spanking, and knee socks. All characters 21+ and human.
Cody shivered a little. He stood facing the mirror in the tiny, grungy bathroom, listening to every sound in the room beyond the door. Quiet voices, a short burst of nervous laughter.
His eyes traced the long water stain running down the wall. They'd chosen this motel for its location, and because its room doors open directly onto the small back parking lot. But there was something so right about the musty carpet, the sun-bleached bedspread, the sticky table. It made him feel
cheap.
Someone knocked on the room door, loud enough for Cody to hear. "Hold on," Austin's voice called back. Cody imagined Austin checking the peephole, sliding back the chain lock. A round of greetings from those already in the room.
"Thanks man," the new arrival said loudly, almost shouting. "And Big Marco isn't coming, he had to work last minute, said to tell you."
"Hey, remember the rules," Austin replied sharply. "No names. And your phone goes in that box over there."
"Sorry bro, here," said the new guy.
Someone else spoke up. "We all know the rules, you've told us over and over, but he's not even here yet? Does it matter?"
"Actually, he is here," said Austin. "He's just inside the bathroom there. And if this is everyone, then I guess... Well, are there any questions? Before we start?"
"No!" replied a chorus of voices in near unison. How many men were out there, three? More? A shiver ran up Cody's spine.
"OK! OK!" Austin's voice was right outside the bathroom door now. "Keep making yourselves comfortable, we'll be out in just a sec."
Cody tucked himself behind the door to let Austin into the cramped space before closing it again.
"Ready?" Austin whispered.
He was already shirtless. His shortest running shorts displayed his hard swimmer's body beautifully. His big blue eyes, freckled chest, and mop of red curls were reassuringly familiar to Cody.
"I think so," Cody whispered back.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just... I've been dreaming of this for so long, you know? I've imagined it so many times, and... what if it's not... what if I don't..."
"Shhh." Austin took Cody in his long, toned arms. "Don't worry about that, it's gonna be perfect. I'll make sure." He bent down to kiss the tip of Cody's nose.
Cody smiled. "OK." He disentangled himself and grabbed the bright pink bandana from the sink ledge, handing it to Austin. "Will you tie it?"
Austin tied the cloth snugly over Cody's eyes. "Can you see?" Cody shook his head no. Austin took Cody's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Let's go."
Cody's heart pounded. He heard Austin open the bathroom door, heard all the voices on the other side fall silent.
Austin led him by the hand out into the room, then let go and stepped away.
"Gentlemen, allow me to present... the Pig!"
Cody stood still. He couldn't see any of the strangers Austin had invited, but he could feel them staring at his body.
His short, chubby body.
He had wide hips. His arms and legs were fleshy. Fat little boytits hung over his full belly. Every inch of him was round, soft, generous.
He wasn't
naked,
but his bright pink jockstrap left nothing to the imagination. The blindfold didn't hide his plump cheeks and lips. His knee socks - white with two pink stripes around the tops - only made him feel more exposed, more vulnerable.
He didn't know what to do with his pudgy hands; he clasped them behind his back to hide his nerves.
The silence stretched for long seconds, or minutes, or maybe Cody's whole lifetime. His heart pounded. Were they staring at his puffy pink nipples? His deep belly button? Were his shaking knees making his thick thighs tremble?
Am I making them hard?
The thought brought a blush to his cheeks, his chest, all over. His pale skin reddened so easily. Austin always teased him about it:
"You turn into a perfect pink Piggy when you get turned on."
"Holy shit, this bitch is hot!"
Was that the loudmouth who arrived last? Cody wasn't sure. He felt some of the tension in the room release.
"Hell yeah," said someone else. Now many voices were making approving noises from all directions.
"You haven't even seen the best part yet," Austin said. "Go on, show them."
Cody turned slowly on the spot. He bent over, put his hands on his knees, and arched his back to present his fat, round, luscious ass. His big cheeks hung heavily over the leg straps of his jock, and between them...
"He's got a tail! He's got a FUCKING TAIL!"
The room broke out in gasps and laughter and appreciative whoops. Cody clenched his ass around the butt plug to make the curly pink pig tail wiggle for his audience.
"Damn, bro, daaaamn..." Definitely the loudmouth. "You said he was a Fuckpig, but this is a
fuckin' Pig!"
"How cute!" said a softer voice. "I wanna touch it, can I touch it?"
Austin cleared his throat. "The Pig is here for your pleasure, you can touch him any way you want, as long as you follow the rules."
A new, businesslike voice. "So how are we doing this? Taking turns, or?"
"Let's just go with the flow, friend. Vibe with the energy."
"Dibs on fucking his mouth first!"
"I thought we might start," said Austin, moving toward the table, "by turning this Fuckpig... into a
greasy
Fuckpig." He popped the cap off the bottle of massage oil. "Who wants some?"
"I do!"
"Me, gimme!"
"Yes please."
The light almond scent of the oil filled the air. Cody waited, bent over and ass out, tense with anticipation. He heard people crowd around him, felt them standing so close.
A touch. One warm hand touched his shoulder, then slid down his back, leaving a trail of slick oil on his skin.
Then another oily hand started rubbing slow circles on his right asscheek.
Cody shivered. He tightened his grip on his knees for support.
I'm being felt up by total strangers...
"Stand."
This voice was deep and calm. Big, rough hands wrapped around Cody's wrists and pulled him up. They guided Cody's hands back behind his head.
"Lace your fingers." Cody obeyed the sexy voice, resting his hands over the knot of his blindfold. The mystery hands let go of his wrists. "Hold like that."
Other hands descended on him from every direction. They slid up his legs, down his chest, across his belly. Several were groping his fleshy ass. A finger danced inside his armpit; he giggled and squirmed away, but the swarm of hands didn't let him escape.
They were all over him. He felt so exposed, completely at their mercy.
"How's that feel, Pig?" Austin asked quietly.
Cody giggled. "It feels... I want..."
He tugged at the knot in his blindfold. Nimble fingers pushed his aside and undid the knot, pulling the cloth away from his eyes.
Cody was face-to-face with a lion.
He blinked. His eyes adjusted, and he saw that the lion face was a huge tattoo spread across a muscular chest. More tattoos covered the man's stomach and arms. Cody looked up into the mustachioed face of a bald man in his forties.
"Hey," the tattooed man smiled. Cody tried to smile back, but this man's aura of power and control was making him squirm.
Good choice, Austin.
Next to Mr. Tattoo was a surfer type Cody's age, maybe mid-twenties, his blond hair tied up in a manbun.
Another young guy wore a white tank top stretched across his defined six-pack abs. The strand of pearls at his neck and glittering diamond earrings shone against his black skin.
A skinny guy with brown skin and a scruffy beard wore his shirt fully unbuttoned, hanging open over his severely-tented green boxers. Cody ached to see the dick causing that.
"Hey Piggy Piggy!"
Cody turned to face the loudmouth, who was standing behind him next to Austin. He wore a royal blue baseball cap turned backward. A golden cross pendant nestled in a patch of black chest hair.
The man grabbed his own bulge through the white briefs stretched around his thin hips."This is what you wanted to see, huh?"
Cody looked up at Austin, full of gratitude and wonder. Where had he found all these tall, lean, athletic hunks? These incredibly handsome men, who were still touching him, stroking his ribs, grabbing his ass, reaching around to pinch his nipple...
Austin smiled cautiously, nervously. "Are you a happy Piggy?"
Cody nodded, wide-eyed.
"You ready to serve some cock?" asked Austin.
Cody dropped to his knees and clawed at the front of Austin's shorts.
The men standing around him cheered. The loud guy with the blue hat crowed, "Aw yeah, here comes Piggy!"
Austin's cock was only half hard. Cody easily sucked the whole thing into his mouth. That familiar taste, the feel of Austin's fingers grabbing the hair on top of his head, this thing he'd done hundreds of times... With the eyes of these strangers on him, it was all brand new.
"Damn, look at him go!"
"Fucking hell!"
"Good Piggy," moaned Austin, now fully hard and starting to pump his hips.
"What are you guys waiting for?" Blue Hat barked. "We got a genuine Slampig on his knees here! Let's get those cocks out!" He pushed his briefs down his legs and kicked them away. His cock stood proudly, tipped by an angry-looking purple head that made Cody's mouth water.
Austin's hand fisted in Cody's hair. He used it as a handle to pull Cody's head off his own dick mid-slurp.
"Down," he ordered, keeping his grip on Cody's hair.
Cody sat back on his heels, gasping when his tail touched the floor and pushed the plug further up his ass.
"Look, Pig." Austin forced Cody to rotate his head back, looking around and up, his throat exposed.
From here he could see up into each lustful face in the circle, see each sexy body. The pretty boy with the pearls and earrings was now naked from the waist down, stroking himself. Mr. Tattoo had pulled himself out over the waistband of his briefs. Like Blue Hat, the manbun surfer guy was completely naked, hard dick wagging. The scruffy guy was rubbing what had to be a monster through his green boxers, staring intensely at Cody's face.
"See what you did, you horny slut?" Austin murmured. "See all those cocks you made get hard?"
