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."