The Good Little Piggy
If the park restroom had acquired a reputation as an infamous cruising spot, it was most likely because of me. Over the past few months I'd put a lot of time into the place and a lot of dick into the thirsty men of town who showed up to get some.
And who could blame them, really? I had the good fortune to have a cock that literally never went down and was thick enough to make most guys drool, and there'd always be at least two or three fellahs lined up outside the stall where I usually held court to give the ol' boarmeat a ride.
A lot of them were regulars by now--like, the first ride I got every day was a young burly buck who happened to be the usual cop on duty in the area. In exchange for lettin' me play every night and leavin' my boys alone, he got to ride my dick as long as he wanted. He'd usually work off a couple of loads--one for himself, he said, and one to spite the missus. I warn't sure I liked the homewrecker role, but it ain't smart to say no to the law.
The second ride after him was always this older fox, a little on the slight side--not really the type I'd seek out, but my dick never complained about an ass; the echo of his little moans off the dingy walls as he stretched out his hole on my girth always made the passersby curious. He never tried to get himself off; I told him he should spring for the little blue pills, but he said a boner'd only distract him from his true role as a fuckhole.
I must've been pent up today, because he managed to milk three loads out of me with that talented ass of his before he had to leave, lowering his tail to hide the stain of cum that spread leaking from his loosened ass.
There was a bit of a breather after him. I jerked off for a bit, coating my chest in cum while I waited for my next piece of tail; the sprrt-sprrt-sprrt sound of cum hitting fur rebounded off the dirty tile and only amplified the emptiness of the place.
Where is everybody, anyway? Even guys who weren't lookin' for sex still came by all the time to piss, but now the place was just desolate.
Eventually I did hear the clomp, clomp of shoes approach. Whoever it was didn't go towards the stalls, didn't go towards the urinals, didn't go towards the sinks--in fact, it sounded like they just came in and stood still.
In that sort of situation it's easy to imagine it's you that they're lookin' for. I let out a deep manly oink to get his attention, and gave him a moment to locate where I was coming from.
The steps came in my direction, and in a moment the stall door opened, revealing a massive bull in a finely-tailored suit.
The whole restroom looked out of place around him--his clothing was immaculate, his fur glossy, his horns polished to a shine--the contrast with someone like myself, who was dripping with cum and smelling like ass, could hardly have been greater.
Still, there's only one reason people come to me. "Here to get dirty, fellah?"
The bull's sneer in response was the truest incarnation of the word 'disdain' that I'd ever seen. "I don't think so, piggy."
"'Boar', please," I said. "I'm nobody's 'piggy'."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold watch on a chain. "We'll see about that."
"What, you think you're going to hypnotize me with that?"
"Something like that," he said, letting the watch swing slowly, like a pendulum. "You'll have trouble looking away, at least. Nothing else in here is more interesting."
I'm pretty sure I tried not to focus on the watch as it moved from side to side, but there really was nothing else in the stall that was more interesting. I had trouble looking away.
"Too easy," he muttered. "Still, I guess that means we can push it further. I see your dick is still hard. Does this turn you on?"
The swing of the watch felt like it was in time with the throb of my cock. When I tried to answer, my words seemed to fall into the rhythm as well. "It never... goes down... Always... horny... always..."
"I see," the bull said. "So you come here and spend your days being a little piggy sex toy for anyone who wants a ride."
I blinked and felt myself rebelling against the words. "I'm not a piggy. I'm a fuckin' boar and those sluts are my toys."
The bull smirked. "You don't say." The watch kept swinging and, despite my upset, I still had trouble looking away. Nothing else in the stall was more interesting, after all. "But everyone who comes to you gets a ride, don't they? You're far, far too horny to ever turn anyone down. That's probably why it's so easy to hypnotize you. You're a sex toy that loves to be obedient."
"N--no, that's--"
"Anyone who needs a sex toy knows they can come here and ride your poor, helpless, needy, willing cock. Anyone who doesn't need a sex toy doesn't come to you. You know what that makes you?"
"I--"
"A poor, helpless, needy, willing sex toy. A poor, helpless, needy, willing piggy."
As the words repeated, I tried to fight them off, but part of me knew he must be right. If everyone could just use me, then I must be for everyone to use... My dick pulsed. "Needy... piggy..."
"That's right. And you're definitely falling short of your potential. Let's change that... Let's see you start stroking that dick of yours, needy piggy."
I started stroking my needy dick, because I never did have any reason not to.
"Now, one thing the piggy will discover... is that sex toys don't need to think when they're being used. As every stroke gets you closer and closer to climax, you'll find those thoughts draining out of your head and that energy going somewhere more appropriate for a toy."
It was easy to let go. The bull was doing a good job thinking for me--and sex toys don't need to think, after all. The doubts and thoughts in my mind died down as I focused on my dick and an increasing tingling in my ballsack.
"Toys also get put away when they're not in use... As you feel your mind get blanker and blanker, you'll find yourself more and more ready to... just shut off. When piggy toy blows its load, its mind will go dark. When piggy toy blows its load, it turns itself off to prepare for training. Piggy understand?"
There was only one possible answer in my condition. "O--oink..."
"Good piggy. Cum for me."
My whole body shook with the climax. A blast of cum shot past my ear. My brain shut down.
When the piggy toy woke up, everything was--
Somewhere in the grogginess in its mind came a feeling that the thought was wrong somehow. 'When the piggy toy woke up'? Wasn't that myself?
My brain clouded over again, and I remembered--it remembered its training.
No, it thought. That would be silly. It doesn't have a self.
It tried to take stock of its surroundings but found its vision entirely impaired. (Why would it have vision? It is only a toy.) The scent of rubber surrounded it entirely--a thick layer of the material covered its entire body.
It felt right.
It felt... good.
And then it heard the familiar sound of approaching footsteps.
It moved quickly to assume its proper position, leaning bent over its toilet with its rump in the air (that was right, wasn't it?) and its head in the bowl (that was definitely right, wasn't it?).
"Hello again, needy piggy."
The piggy toy inhaled sharply as it was turned on--not turned on like a real male would be turned on, but turned on like a vibrator would be turned on, an immediate suffusion of heat and need at its hindquarters.
A need to be filled.
A need to serve.
It found it was oinking involuntarily, a little quiet desperate noise reverberating off the inside of the toilet bowl.
"It seems your training has taken hold exceptionally well..." The piggy toy felt a touch at its rump, the bull's paw sliding along the rubber to the slight gap made for its hole to be penetrated.
When the bull's thick finger touched its hole, it couldn't help but escalate its cries of need, the oinking giving way to a steady moan of "Fuck this toy, fuck this toy, fuck this toy..."
The bull's paw withdrew from its rump, and the piggy toy heard the enticing sound of a zipper being pulled down.
But instead of the feel of the bull's girth stretching his hole, the toy instead felt the bull's piss across its shoulders, the splatter of fluid on rubber resounding in its ears as it dripped down its body into the toilet bowl. The scent of it filled the toy's nostrils, and it wet its snout along the surface of the bowl.
The piss stream ended all too quickly, though, and the toy found itself whimpering in need again as the bull prepared itself, the sound of its dick being stroked to hardness echoing off the bathroom walls.
And then, with a deep plunge, the girth of that member filled the toy's hole as it'd never been filled before. Its mind descended into empty bliss as it felt its purpose being fulfilled, giving pleasure to the cock of a true male.
It was a pleasure that brought the pig's mind to its own member--lost somewhere under the rubber, useless and bound but needy in its own unending way. As it worked its hole over its master's cock it felt a tingling along its own buried length--such a warm, wet feeling all over its cock and balls and hole, and--
The bull stopped mounting it and pulled back, giving its rump a spank as he found his toy had pissed all over his well-tailored pants.
"Oh piggy, I'm afraid you're going to regret that..."
The piggy toy whined at its owner's disapproval.
"Just a little more training for you... just listen to the sound of my voice..."
It would have been nice to see the lovely swinging watch again, but rubber pig toys did not need to see anything besides the rubber that covered their eyes. Anyway, it was well-trained, and Master's voice was more than enough.
It stored no conscious memory of the event.
I woke up feeling bound and helpless and--since my sense of self had apparently returned--with an intense feeling of something that was almost shame as I listened for the sound of approaching footsteps.
The park restroom had a reputation, and it was all because of me.
I was in a full-body rubber suit that showed off every inch of me, a toy that was made for any real male to use.
I was in an enormous plastic diaper that I needed because my poor everhard cock could never contain itself. (That's right, isn't it?) By the weight of it I could tell I was very wet already. I wanted, desperately, to start jerking myself off, but somehow I couldn't slide my paw into the diaper--my own paw refused to do anything other than stroke over a needy bulge, grinding my shaft into piss-soaked padding.
And then I heard footsteps.
It wasn't my master's familiar tread either, the confident tap of business loafers--it sounded like... boots?
I scrambled to get into position, bent over the toilet with my rump in the air and my face in the bowl.
It still smelled of my master's piss.
The mere scent of him was enough to half bring me into trance again, but then the stall door opened: "Well, this is different..."
Though the rubber and my training prevented me from looking, I recognized the voice of the cop. The thick buck came up to me and slid a paw down the rubber that covered my back, before giving my diaper-covered rump a squeeze. "Interesting choices," he said.
I wanted to say it wasn't my choice, but my voice betrayed me and all I could say was "OINK. Please fuck me, sir."
He chuckled as he undid his pants, and I felt the thpat of his girthy cock slapping against my diaper as it came free. "Of course," he said, as he slid the back of the padding down to expose my hole. "That's what a good sex toy is for, isn't it? You've always been a good sex toy."
And as that cock sank into my hole, filling my mind with intense bliss, I knew it was absolutely true.