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The doorbell chimed again. With an almost tired sigh and an exaggerated stretch, the boar lifted himself up and made for the door.

“It's alright," he said as he threw a sly knowing look at the deer, “Don't get up, I'll get it."

But manners were the least of the deer's concerns at that moment. Nor was it the ever-increasing mountain of takeout paid for with a now maxed-out credit card fished from his wallet. All he could think about was how much his body ached within the intricate web of soft, supple ropes expertly wound taut around him, and how helpless he was at this boar's mercy.

His eyes followed the boar as he sauntered toward the door, heart pounding in his chest as yet another delivery driver made another drop-off with more food to satiate the giant's immense appetite.

Despite how hushed and muffled their voices were, the deer could hear clearly enough to pick up the gist of the ensuing interaction.

“Delivery for, oh… uh… " There was a confused pause from the unknown voice, “Khan?" The syllables were drawn out, as if someone was trying to make a snap decision, “Uh… you don't look like your photo, man."

“It's Khen, actually, but he's tied up right now," the boar replied with a smug snort, “Literally. You wanna see?"

The deer's heartbeat skipped, sudden panic seizing him, but he was only rewarded by the creaking protest of rope no matter how hard he fought.

“Uh, what? I'm sorry?" There was a second delay, punctuated by a dull, digital ping. Whoever was at the door, their tone suddenly shifted in response, “Oh, uh, never mind my guy. Here's your food." They sounded happier, and the boar's ominous comment was swiftly forgotten, “Thanks for the tip!"

“You're very welcome. Call me later if you want to earn the rest. Just ask for Sebastian."

Khen heard the door slam shut followed by heavy steps thumping through the floor, only for the boar to return hoisting an overloaded bag in each paw. The rich, pungent aroma of spices, herbs, and oils was quick to follow in the boar's wake as he set the takeout delivery alongside his growing hoard. However, even as the fast-food heap stewed in anticipation of being devoured, the boar turned his attention back to his bound deer.

Thanks in part to the boar having made light work of clearing space in the center of the living room, there was little between him and Khen to block the deer's view. Tied in place, there was little else beyond that for Khen to turn his attention to, leading him to become hyper-aware of both himself and the boar.

In the back of his mind, Khen had already painted a picture of how he must have looked before the boar. Stripped nude and bound in lengths of brightly colored rope, he was left struggling on his knees. His arms were pinned dangerously tight behind his back, leaving him strained on his haunches trying to keep his torso balanced through his hips alone. The rope dug trenches through his pelt of amber browns and creamy tans, an intersecting network of vibrant red that framed his chest like a harness and bound his forelimbs together, calves to thighs, forearms to biceps. But while the boar had seemingly overlooked his crotch, it would have been impossible to ignore his dripping cock throbbing between his legs.

His arousal might have been due to the growing tension of the situation he was in, but Khen also had a front-row seat to watch the boar in all his glory. With mitt-like paws, Sebastian was content to casually strum his hard, rotund gut while massaging the weathered, musty jockstrap barely swaddling his cock and balls. Though the boar seemed to have an easier time not losing himself to the same excitement as Khen had, the dark, slimy damp spot oozing at his bulge told a different story. Combined with a coarse hide of wiry hair and sweat-mottled skin, his lustful, creeping stench would have been burnt into his sinuses if it weren't for the mask of a dozen different takeout deliveries. Yet despite how repugnant he should have seemed, Khen could only recall how excited he had been to welcome the boar into his home.

After all, Sebastian had insisted on a dinner date. He had even offered to serve his homemade specialty.

Perhaps Khen should have had him specify whose home he had been referring to.

He hadn't simply come alone, either. While he hadn't brought company, the boar had arrived with an enormous duffel bag in tow that gave out the strangest clatters and swills as it jostled in his grip. Something metal, something plastic, something wet, but altogether much too big for the bag it was crammed into. The wrenching thud it had made when Sebastian dropped it to the floor had permanently set the deer's nerves on edge.

Things only got worse when the boar began to calmly unpack just one or two of its contents, starting with the all too familiar ropes now coiled around him to a plastic tarpaulin sprawled out beneath him. With the addition of an open gag strapped to his muzzle, it was only when Khen was sufficiently trussed up that Sebastian initiated what must have been the next phase for that evening.

Similar to the rather industrial plastic sheet layered across his floor, the boar made light work of retrieving worn metal poles from his bag and fastening them together. He had moved with such practised intent that Khen was sure he had done this countless times before, and the deer could only wonder as to what he was about to endure like so many others before him. Soon he was surrounded by a makeshift but imposing frame, its only interesting feature being that of the makeshift trough or tub with a connected hose in its base.

Khen baulked at the notion of what it could have been for, but while he had thought he would soon find out, the boar had other intentions. As soon as Sebastian was satisfied erecting the contraption he abandoned it where it stood. Settling into the same debaucherous and slimy persona he now held, the boar had then spent the last hour or so ordering from countless local restaurants and fast-food joints while relishing in the deer's frustrated apprehension.

That, Khen assumed, must have been the last in a litany of deliveries, as Sebastian moved into his endgame.

“Sorry that dinner took so long," he smirked as those paws of his roamed and groped his body with unfettered revelry, “But it's only polite to start eating when everyone's been served."

Sebastian walked back to his infernal duffel bag as he spoke, stooping down as he reached inside for the umpteenth time that evening. But he spent next to no time rummaging through its contents, as he straight away found what he was looking for and lifted it into the light for Khen to see.

A gallon bottle, the same sort Khen would see in grocery stores typically intended for milk or water, only the unnaturally thick swills of whatever was inside led the deer to wonder what else it now contained. It was a pallid white, but the discolored tinge and murky slime it left in its wake ensured it couldn't be mistaken for any kind of dairy product. The bottle itself was nearly full to bursting with its level swelling close to the neck, and in place of any ordinary branded label were two crude words written in black ink.

Khen squinted to read them, only to then wish he hadn't.

Pig slop.

Sebastian set the gallon bottle to one side, just beside his existing trove of takeout food, but Khen's stomach only turned when the boar returned to the duffel bag once more.

He pulled out a second gallon and placed it alongside the first.

Then it was joined by a third.

Then a fourth.

A fifth.

Sixth.

Seven…

…eight…

…nine?

Ten.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Khen was faintly aware of how fast and shallow his breathing was. He had no idea what these bottles were for, yet the mere sight of them lined in a neat row had him writhing in fevered panic. All ten of them were brimming with something unspeakable. Each one generously marked as “pig slop."

“I promised you a homemade meal, didn't I?" Sebastian didn't expect a response, even as his piercing glare bore into Khen, his lurid smile never once faltering. “I made these just for you, even with my special ingredient."

The boar stepped forward and crouched where the deer sat squatted, his heaving mass blotting out the light and leaving him in the dark, musky darkness of Sebastian's shadow. He saw the boar reach with one paw to the contraption's trailing hose, while the other took a firm hold of his jaw. With his face just inches away from Khen's own, he seemed to delight in the wide-eyed stricken stare as the hose's thread was screwed into place with the gag. Each breath he now struggled to take was tainted with stale, acrid rubber, the echoing sound rattling back up the tube and out through the tub.

“Y'wanna guess what that is?" The boar gave an obvious and concerning wink, “It's love."

Straightening back up to his full height, giving Khen a hefty view of the man's fat rear as he strutted away, Sebastian picked up the first gallon in his arms. Even in his muscled limbs, it was clear to see just how heavy the bottles were as they jiggled and jostled amidst his grasp.

“Course, when I say “love," we both know what that means." He turned back around, one paw holding the bottle aloft while another squeezed his jockstrap, eyebrows raised suggestively. “But I bet you just wanna taste, right pig?"

Sebastian removed the bottle's cap. Almost immediately, Khen could smell something ripe and sour simmering in the air. But his heart raced as his eyes followed the boar, his gaze fixed on the gallon as it was lifted to the trough ahead and turned torturously slowly. A slim, sickly rivulet of something oily and off-white poured out, splattering against the empty trough with a grotesque echo.

But as Sebastian began to empty the bottle's contents, it built into larger and larger pools before finally gravity worked its magic. Slipping down, they began to drain into the hose, oozing down until the very first droplets greeted the deer's open maw.

Flinching at the taste, Khen was hit by just how alarmingly dull the liquid actually was. He would have even dared suggest it was flavorless were it not for the rising aftertaste of something heady and sour. He coughed as best he could while the meandering trickle began to turn into a stronger stream, left with no choice else but to swallow in fear he'd choke on the mysterious concoction. The taste was better pronounced the longer it lingered on his palate, something much more familiar that he could put his finger on, but it couldn't have been… it was much too viscous and copious for that, it was impossible for Sebastian to have ten gallons of it…

The boar drained every last drop that he could from the first bottle, leaving its contents to now steep in the hanging trough that drained down into Khen. Where it settled, it left behind a thin, grainy film as it bubbled and churned, almost as if it were alive itself and anticipating swimming its way down and finding its home in the deer's stomach. Once Sebastian was certain he had bled as much as he could from the bottle, he unceremoniously cast it aside with the patter of empty plastic at Khen's knees.

Yet while he stepped back with smug satisfaction, Khen was still frantically at work, trying to keep himself steady as he swallowed as best he could without losing air. At most, he could drink two, maybe three sizable gulps before he'd be forced to stop and pitifully wheeze through his nose. But no matter how long he waited and held out from drinking anything more, Sebastian just impassively watched from afar, his patience outmatching Khen's. The seconds would drag by until the deer weakly returned to suckling the boar's slop, the steady feed working its way through the gag regardless of how much he hung his head in defeat.

“That's a good pig," Sebastian sadistically growled with lips curled in a grin. “Every last drop. Tastes good, doesn't it?"

Khen barely registered what the boar was saying, his mind only able to focus on the banality of swallowing over and over with brief moments for air. His throat felt claggy, his mouth coated in that same slick film as the trough, and the uncomfortably tasteless fluid gathering in his gut like a deep, alien weight.

He had no idea how long it took for the trough to be just empty enough for him to breathe, but he could faintly hear the thick bubbles breaking overhead as most of the bottle had now been drunk.

Sebastian was back looming over him, filling his personal space with little care to how fatigued and bloated the deer felt. His paws cupped the early beginnings of his swollen stomach, the sheer volume settled inside pressing out against the soft flesh of his belly. The boar massaged that swill with surprising gentleness, teasing out ebbs and flows of the slop within.

“Y'know it's my special recipe," he breathed in Khen's ear, their bodies hunkered together as one of the boar's paws nursed the deer's neglected erection, “Saved up plenty of loads, sure, but cut with some water for volume, and then corn flour for texture. That's your dinner."

Khen felt his stomach turn. He felt impossibly full.

“D'you feel that?" Sebastian nestled the deer's belly, the sensation of fluids coursing inside him from the touch, “Feel how thick and warm it is, how full you are. That's just one of ten." His words were unbearably hot against his ear, his breath radiating with heat as he spoke to the deer, “Imagine how the rest is gonna feel. You're gonna suck down all that slop for me. And you're not gonna stop until it's all gone."

The boar stood back up, his jockstrap stretched from how hard his cock now jutted out beneath his own gut. Khen could only look up at the man with pleading eyes, though they did little to turn the tide of what was to come. He simply watched with an already tired and vacant expression as Sebastian picked up each bottle one by one and turned them toward the trough.

“Normally it's rude to not serve guests first, but I'll make an exception just this once." Khen was no longer listening, even if the words still bit into his ear, “Eat up, pig. Dinner's ready."

The tepid flow of Sebastian's slop began to feed its way back into his mouth, and again Khen found himself obediently swallowing over and over as it accumulated overhead. Unlike just the first gallon, the experience felt much more harrowing. He knew what was coming now, how it was going to taste, how it would feel, what he was expected to do and keep doing… and he could do nothing but give in to it.

Nine bottles were emptied into his trough, and nine gallons of watered-down cum slop slid and surged into him.

But while he was trapped in the endless torment of suck, swallow, breathe, and repeat, he became morbidly aware of the boar's more leisurely circumstances. With each bottle now feeding into the deer, Sebastian entertained himself with his own dinner. Taking excruciating glee in perusing his chosen takeout meals, the boar gorged himself on a delicious assortment of everything deep-fried, baked, and grilled. Every time Khen paused for breath, his nose could smell the tantalizing aroma of good food, and it left his heart to sink deeper when he returned to the bland, watery slop that Sebastian had forced onto him.

[i]Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Breathe…[/i]

The futile desperation racked through his exhausted body as minute after minute went by, and yet a simple glance above him only left him weak as the slop was no closer to being empty as it was an age before.

There was nowhere for him to look that didn't leave him feverish and wanting, but there was some solace in meeting the boar's salacious gaze and knowing that his suffering was very much the point of the evening. If he could hang onto that reciprocal hint of pleasure through Sebastian's torture, then that might just be enough, though it might not last for long…

[i]Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Breathe…[/i]

Khen settled into an unthinking rhythm of suckling as much slop into his maw as he could, swallowing the heavy mixture, and then starting over. His throat was sore from the constant use, he struggled against the rising feeling of bile, and his belly felt as if it might explode at any moment were he to consume anymore. But he still wasn't done. He was nowhere near close to done. He refused to look up to check his progress, but the weight of the slurry sinking into him only seemed to indicate the long road ahead.

[i]Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Breathe…[/i]

Minutes became what felt like an hour, and that one hour turned to two, and then three… There was no end to it all, as Sebastian paced himself through the mountain of food and watched dutifully on as Khen drank down every gallon of pig slop that had been fed to him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to swallow, not from any real pain, but from the gruesome sensation of being objectively too full. Khen writhed with barely any energy left in him as he swore he felt that slop swell to the back of his throat, filling every inch of his digestive tract until there was nowhere else for it to go. But still, he carried on, knowing in the back of his mind that it wouldn't be over until he had done as Sebastian instructed.

[i]Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Suck, swallow. Breathe…[/i]

His gut was swollen and hung down to the floor from the ocean inside him, any sense of self eroded away by the mindless repetition of pushing himself to his breaking point. He wasn't aware then when he felt swamped air bubble through the hose as the last of the pig slop drained away. He wasn't even conscious of his still throbbing cock grinding against his fat belly, or the spent cum soaked into his fur from when he had climaxed.

With the onslaught of the physical trauma inflicted on him as he came back to reality, Khen found himself face-to-face with Sebastian once more. His paws groped over the deer's stomach, they unfastened the gag around his head, and greasy fingers slid and swarmed around his freed mouth.

But then Sebastian stood up. He pulled his jockstrap aside. His engorged cock drove against his lips.

Khen felt like he couldn't keep going, not the way Sebastian now wanted, but he didn't have the strength to stop him. His meat pushed inside, smeared in remnants of slop right to the back of his throat. The deer tried to retch, but there was nothing he could do. The boar's cock impaled his throat.

“Time for some dessert."