Ultra Pig. 1

The messages came to me quickly and insistently, vibrating in my pocket like wasps. I couldn't know the messages were from him, but somehow...I knew.

I took out my phone, there were six messages, short and to the point.

-Eric, faggot.

-Are you still gay?

This was one of his jokes. Without waiting for a response, he continued:

-You should come over. I need to pee in your mouth.

Normally that would have been all he said, but he continued:

-And I haven't showered all week. My ass is sticky.

-I want you to bring your faggot mouth to clean it.

-Come here now.

I knew he wrote all this last part because he was feeling extra filthy. Very horny. He wanted some hardcore, dirty sex and he wanted it now. With me.

My lucky day.

I quickly replied "I'm on my way" with trembling hands and my cock vibrating in my pants. It started getting hard the second I saw his messages, and it was rock hard by the time I put on my jacket and got on my bike.

He always had that effect on me.

I pedaled to his house quickly, hard, trembling. He always waited quite a while between sessions, enough time for me to start worrying that he was so disgusted with me that he wouldn't contact me again. I would start freaking out, thinking if he was upset with me for something (if I was late or something) and that he wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore.

I couldn't allow that.

I needed him.

When I was halfway there, I realized I needed to pee. I thought about turning back. But I knew it was better not to keep him waiting and be there as soon as possible.

Besides, my full bladder was another toy he would love to abuse.

At first we were friends, until he found out how much I wanted to suck his cock. Then our dynamic changed. I started meeting with him just to please his cock (and when he found out I liked eating ass) and his ass. He was a hundred percent top, and I would say about eighty percent straight, but it drove him totally crazy when I ate his ass, when my tongue had been in his hole, the amount of cum he would then shoot in my mouth was double the normal.

And almost from day one he made it clear he wasn't going to lift a damn finger to get ready before I ate his ass. Which meant he wouldn't shower specifically for me. I loved him so much that I accepted it gladly. In sessions after that I could already tell that his ass went from just sweaty, to unwashed or actively dirty. It seems to turn him on to know that my tongue would leave his ass clean, no matter how dirty it was.

Not long after that, he started making me drink his piss, and I loved it. It turned him on to call me urinal, toilet and those things, and that's how I felt, on my knees before him as he emptied his bladder full of stinky piss into my willing mouth.

More recently he started adding some physical abuse to our sessions. First some slaps to the face (playful at first), then some slaps every now and then. And recently he started using his belt, now his slaps did sting a lot. I could see he got super horny hurting me, he enjoyed causing me pain. That got me hard too.

It seemed like every session was more and more intense.

Dirtier.

More brutal.

Fucking Luis was brutal, degrading, humiliating, depraved, dirty, intense, and absolutely horny. If I was lucky, I wouldn't leave until the next morning, with a beaten face, stomach full of piss, and the taste of dirt on my worn-out and exhausted tongue.

I pedaled as fast as I could, my cock pressing against my pants.

His messages came at the right moment. I was in the mood and ready to be well used tonight.

I was craving his taste, his abuse, and his perversion.

I arrived, locked my bike and could hear my heart beating. I lived in an area where there were many university student houses.

I knocked on the door, and after what felt like an eternity, the door opened.

He was only wearing short denim pants and nothing else. Since the last time I saw him, he had grown a bit of chest hair and some stubble.

He looked so hot. As always.

-Oh, good! -he said, stepping aside to let me in. -The faggot is here -he announced.

I walked in and left my backpack on the floor. -Aren't your flatmates here?

-They're gone for the weekend. We have the house to ourselves -he said, coming closer to me, and grabbed my balls mockingly, squeezing them hard. -Just you and me, bitch -it hurt. I let out a groan.

-Maybe I'll work on these balls of yours tonight, faggot -he said, his face inches from mine, a look of triumphant power mixed with disdain on his face, still squeezing my balls. -Would you like that?

I should describe what Luis is like. About 5 centimeters shorter than me, in his twenties, slim, one of those lucky bastards who can eat as much as they want and stay slim. He's very strong, not gym-built. Long blond hair shoulder-length with a somewhat dirty look, and intensely blue eyes. Fine hair near his nipples, and a line of hair that continued around his navel. His cock was just slightly above average, but he knew how to use it damn well. And his ass...his ass was perfect. You could eat it for hours.

He squeezed my balls tighter when he saw I was distracted. -I said -he repeated- would you like me to hurt your balls tonight, faggot?

-Whatever you want, Luis.

He laughed. -That's good. Open your mouth.

I did. And he spit inside.

He spat again.

-Swallow.

I did, still looking him in the eyes, and groaning a little, the pain he left in my balls mixed with the pleasure of tasting him for the first time. The first of many (hopefully) tonight.

He finally let go of my balls and stepped back. -Now on your knees, bitch -she ordered -I need to take a leak.

My knees kissed the dusty wooden floor. He undid the first button of his pants, and I could see his semi-hard cock, that cock that had many times released its fluids into my eager mouth. He put the tip between my lips and, the moment he aimed it at me, he unleashed it, and I had to make an effort not to spill any.

I didn't want to spill a drop.

I wanted every inch of his urine inside me.

He groaned in pleasure, grabbing my hair, burying his fingers in my scalp. -Mmh yeah, bitch. Drink that piss.

The stream was strong and his piss smelled awful. He didn't usually drink much water.

That's fine. Sometimes I prefer quality over quantity.

-Disgusting fucking toilet, you were longing for it, right? You're only happy when you're like this, on your knees, letting a real guy like me use the toilet in your fucking bitch mouth.

I moaned in agreement. I kept drinking and gulping.

I wondered how much piss I had swallowed since I started with Luis. Not enough, immediately came to mind. He once spoke in jest about moving in with me to feed me every drop of his pee in the morning, afternoon, and evening. It was just a fantasy, but I would say yes without hesitation if he ever truly offered it. The bitter taste of his rancid urine was aphrodisiac. I wanted to drink it forever.

Okay, fine. The quantity also turns me on a lot.

The stream loosened. -Don't swallow what's left -he said. -Keep it in your mouth -I obeyed, feeling my mouth full of his piss. He pulled his cock out of my lips, which closed.

-How does it taste, cock-sucker? -he asked, taking off his underwear, and showing off his cock proudly growing. Like I said, it's not huge, but he knows how to use it.

How to choke with it.

All I could do was groan again, moving my head up and down. The taste of his rancid urine filled my mouth, seeping into all my taste buds.

He walked slowly around me, naked, looking at me judgmentally. -You're disgusting -he said- But as long as you follow my orders, I suppose you will be. Do you have to pee?

-Mmm mhh -I said with my mouth full of the salty liquid that had come out of his cock

-Good, hold it. Now gargle with what's in your mouth.

Feeling a bit silly, I tilted my head back and did as I was told. His warm and golden nectar felt amazing at the back of my throat.

He stood behind me and wrapped his hands around my neck, holding me but not too tightly. -I like using you -he told me -You know I have sex with girls, but there are many things a girl wouldn't do. You can swallow now -so I did, feeling the back of my throat against his hands. And his cock, now very hard rubbing on my shoulders, releasing some precum.

Now he tightened his grip on my neck. -Girls wouldn't gargle with my piss -I felt the power in his hands, enjoying squeezing my neck. -Girls wouldn't let me choke them -his hands squeezed harder and now I could barely breathe.

I heard him breathing heavily over me. -They wouldn't let me hurt them -he leaned down to spit on my face. -They wouldn't lick the bottom of my toilet while I whip them on the ass -his fingers were completely intertwined, closing tightly around my neck. -They wouldn't beg to eat my dirty fucking ass.

He leaned over me, rubbing his lips on my ear. I was running out of air, blood, or whatever.

-Of course they wouldn't do all that in one night -he breathed on my ear. -Like you're going to do.