On The Ninth Day of Kinkmas
Story by Zwoosh on SoFurry
Everything was still, the light drifting in through cracks and slats in wooden walls bathed the barn with an amber glow. Calm drifted between the stalls, sunk into the bales of hay and dried straw, and only retreated when it touched upon the shivering, naked figured chained to the beams, strung up arms outstretched, his feet barely touching the floor as he struggled helplessly, quietly, despairingly. The light washed him in a cold shine, making the grimy sweat of his muscled body gleam as he writhed pathetically. Leather restraints, so fantastically well-made by hand by an expert craftsman that even the wear and tear hardly showed. It was if they were loving cherished, much like the barn itself, much like the male whimpering and shuddering from the rafters did, all of them objects treasured by their owner.
Master Redhorn's prized hog, formerly a Free Man known as Aaron Carpenter, grimaced as he tried to alleviate something of the agony wearing down on his shoulders. Being almost able to stand upon his own two feet was something of a torture in itself, for it forced him to precariously balance on his tiptoes until his feet cramped to lift the strain on his bent shoulders, arms strung back as his weight tipped towards. Mobility was starkly an issue for the bound male, as his legs were spread wide, raised on two crates to keep him from just simply standing upon the ground, but what forced him into this position was the intricate pulleys of rope constructed around him. His limbs were pulled out, clamps dug at his nipples and pulled them taut away from his torso, and his balls had been wound tightly in leather until they had been distended as far as possible from his crotch. Though he could not see them, he could feel the unhealthy throb of trapped blood, the agonising ache of dull pain, and the tension of yet more cords pulling his whole sack further down and adding to the struggle. He was captive to whoever had left him there, stretched out like a piece of hide being tanned, and truly he felt like it. The pig had been left to endure, waiting in the dying light since he had been dragged awake from his cage earlier that frosty morning and led by his collar and chain naked through the farmyard to this very barn, and obediently he had allowed Master Redhorn to bind him and punish him until he was left squirming and crying out in exquisite distress for any tiny move he made.
As one final act of torment, his Master had left a full length mirror stood facing the pig, crucified in the air, so that he could stare at his reflection, know his position, truly recognise himself in the crystal clear plate of silver that showed him nothing but the reality he now existed in. Weary eyes raised themselves, having already seen the reflection so many thousand times before as the hours had passed, but for one more time he tried again.
He was met with a man who hardly could deserve the title, not anymore, not now. He was a strong, virile male, that much was undeniable, but his face, his eyes, they betrayed something of a docility and submission so unspeakably instinctual that it was if he had never been an individual in his lifetime. The pig remembered fondly the days of his former years, early twenties to early thirties, before Master Redhorn had come into his life, where he had been the stud of the stable and his own person. A suave, sophisticated man, leading a luxury life and indulging every whim and curiosity he had. He had it all, the clothes, the cars, and even the boys that he could once have kneeling at his feet and begging to submit themselves to him. They all craved to serve the hairy hunk, the muscled bear with the build of a god and the dominance of a brute, to impale themselves on his thick nine inch dick, eat out his tight, perky asshole and worship his fat balls, and submit themselves to his hot, musky loads.
But now those nine inches, thick as a can, throbbed painfully and uselessly jutting into the stagnant, sweaty air that stifled every breath the hog took. His balls, once luxuriated and drooled over, had now become the target or torture. They felt swollen and sore, he had not cum for so long, when not exposed as he was now for torment he was locked away in a tight steel cage, permitted only to orgasm if Master ever truly decreed it. His body, still honed from an enforced routine to maintain his physique and fuzzy with the smattering of caramel hair, was now peppered with lingering scars and marks of his Master's love and discipline. His ass was broken, thoroughly bred over the decade Master had owned him, having lost his virginity to him and given everything that he could to the male. His whole world belong to him, and the pig honestly couldn't be happier as he groaned in agony.
Fondly his mind wandered to Master Redhorn, a man he had once called Jacob Redhorn, someone who had swept him off his feet with startling charm and a warm rustic attitude and then pushed him to his knees eventually as the pig had found himself finally letting go of all that held him back from his true calling. His Master had been patient, kind and firm with him, taking his time even when the hog had resisted and rebelled, and though it had been a long road; Master taught him to shed his empty materialist living, shown him the greater pleasures of hard work and service, and brought him to the tranquillity of country life. They were happy. Deeply and truly happy.
In a second he heard the scrape of hooves approaching, or perhaps it was another hour later, every day felt just as long as the last, especially how the pig's duties had been reduced to the manual labour about the household and farm, as well as serving Master Redhorn at every waking moment that he could until he was put to sleep either in his cage or Master's arms. But regardless of whether it had been just a minute or an hour, he was simply just happy to see that barn door shift open, a bellowing figure emerge almost triumphantly into the dusty serenity, disturbing the peace of the pig's torment.
He felt his heart swell at the sight of Master, struggling anew in his torment with eyes wide and happy.
“Good afternoon, pig, you pleased to see me?" Master Redhorn shut the door behind him and tucked something under his arm, a tremendous box that was black and intimidating. It was something new. It was hard to look away from it, as anything new was always a sign of some new torture to accommodate and learn to relish.
But he couldn't help himself, he pulled his stare away from the package and took in the figure of his Master, the proud bull stood at over seven foot tall and almost as wide, a breeding bull if ever there was one. Veins would pop through the creamy white and brown hide, a shirt foregone because it would only wind up drenched in sweat and dirt by the day's end, and just the denim overalls that barely seemed to contain his massive size. For a man who was just in his early fifties, he was just as gorgeous as he was when he had met a eleven years ago in an airport bar. The pig had been a rude slob and spilled Master's drink, and the bull had slyly coerced the male into buying him another and struck up a conversation with the self-assured clean cut human. A few drinks more and his tongue began slipping of boasts and gloating of the sexual prowess he had, and Master knew, deep down, that it was all a show. He was confused and his masculinity fragile. Master showed him a better life, a new life, comfortable in service, content in his manhood, nubile and dutiful to his owner.
The bull approached, wiping his brow the back of his spare hand as he approached his bound livestock,
“I'm certainly pleased to see you, doing a mighty fine job there, pig. Real impressive." He patted the box he cradled, bringing it forwards for the bound human to see, but it looked even more anonymous and nondescript up close. There was something so seamlessly strange about it. It unsettled the pig.
“This finally arrived today, along with plenty more gear to go with it. I was gonna save it for Christmas, but you've been so good lately and I'm just too excited to see you enjoying it, so…" he flourished the lid open, swinging upon its hinge to unveil only what was the tip of the iceberg inside. Hung from where he was, he peered inside with initial curiosity before twisted elation took over him. “Ta da!"
Inside one half was a bulky box, pristine and unassuming, with an assortment of dials and a digital screen upon its edges. Some ports lined one side, but its purpose was otherwise unclear were it not for the accompaniment of a large, metallic bulbous object, a shape the pig instantly recognised and squealed at as being a plug for his ass. He had come to crave having his hole filled just as he had watched so many other boys do so for him, and given that right now his rump was mercifully empty, he was eager to have something inside him again to feel whole. He had had metal toys before, they were commonplace in the bull's dungeon, but wires trailed from the plug's base, and from his former years as a Free Man, the pig knew exactly what the device was for. It was electronic stimulation, dubbed electro amongst the kink community, and personally he had never sought to try it and Master Redhorn had never bothered to bring it up. He knew the bull had experience with it, but only in the most practical sense when it came to rearing his ferals, not his prized hog.
“Let's get you wired up, pig, I've been itching to try this out for a long time…" The drawled syllables, the frank disposition of indifference, it was true to form for Master Redhorn. He deeply cared for his pig, the human knew that absolutely, otherwise he would never have finally given over the last vestiges of his former free life to the man; his unyielding strictness and unsettling calm that followed was just the way he was. He took no shit from any of his subs, and once he had found Aaron that had all changed as they became committed to one another through the obligation of marriage, but deeper still through the signature upon a contract, relinquishing true ownership to the bull. He had become the perfect hog for his needs, and he understood with cruel clarity that this was just the way things were going to be. He didn't even flinch as the bull lumbered around him, drawing each component from the soft padded box and setting them up. Wires were clipped in, Master checked the control unit for power, then came the plug.
“Tiny bit of gel…" From behind him Master spoke, a wet squirt of something fluid, and then almost immediately the pig felt something at his backside. Dry until now and barely stretched from many hours without anything in his rear, the plug stung going in. He hissed disapprovingly but he didn't fight his Master, allowing him to work the toy back and forth over his distended rim until the bulb was sucked inside and his ass kissed the neck, its base not protruding between his cheeks almost obscenely. “Good pig, nothing you can't handle. I wonder if they sell these plugs in extra-large…"
Master was already musing to himself that this was a success and he would be indulging himself further, and really the pig couldn't deny him. The plug wasn't entirely uncomfortable, the odd blend between plastic and steel gave it ridges he hadn't accounted for and it left a throb in his hole where the toy sat. It went deep, deeper than he might have thought, and even he had to admit that from what he had seen and remembered this was no ordinary kit Master had ordered. Two more additions were made, looping straps that were threaded onto the rigid length of his cock. One was pushed to his base, nestled atop the leather bindings that crushed his balls away from his body, and the other was left perched beneath his glans, sitting below the head and both leaving their dangling wires to snake their way back to the control unit. Everything was sat, and the bull stood before his prized hog fingers teasing the dial, ready to start the torture.
“You ready pig?" His pig snorted, head bobbing in affirmation. A greedy smile flashed on his Master's leathery lips. “Then let's begin."
Master began to turn the dial and snapped the control unit on. Immediately the bound male felt a sharp stab of current surge into his body. Coursing through his most sensitive areas, even the mild jolt was enough to make him spasm within his bindings, swaying anew as he groaned painfully under the treatment. But it was bearable, an alien sensation but it was nothing he couldn't adjust to. Master gave him a minute or two to acclimatise to the strange bursts that bubbled under his skin, pricked at his guts and sunk around his cock, body contracting and bucking under every zap that came through. It was difficult to predict whether Master kept to just pulses that rhythmically timed themselves or if he would switch to some new setting that had the pig second guessing. He pulled at the rope, if only to give his body some active thing to do as something unnatural was forced upon his nerves.
Easy was not a word in Master's vocabulary, and like always he was quick to push his pig. The dial was turned once more, the current increased, and abruptly the feeling was intensified tenfold for the bound slave. He flailed in the air helplessly and bellowed behind the gag as he endured the new power, the mildness from before abandoned and replaced with something hungry to destroy what little pleasure of him remained. It was not a welcome feeling, it was torturous and uncomfortable, and every zap that came through be it constant or pulsed had him leaping in his skin and thrashing in the bound ropes. In turn they would pull taut upon his balls, strain against already weak shoulders, and just complicate the agony even further by reminding him he had already suffered for much of the day. He clenched his eyes and bit his teeth even harder as he howled behind the gag, face crumpled in some fiery pain that never left his body as the electricity thundered into his guts and cock, meeting somewhere in his abdomen and licking dangerously at his prostate. It was sharp and ugly, a fraction of pleasure buried somewhere amongst the inferno of pain, but there was nothing the pig could do except frantically stare down his Master pleading for mercy.
He watched his Master's fingers delicately turn the dial up even more.
The scream that came from him could only be described as guttural. Deep and raw, it shredded his throat to even vocalise the agony, but it came forth unannounced as horrifically intense electricity burned into his cock and ass, his hole clenched so tightly around the plug he was sure Master would never be able to take it out. His member was harder than a rock, painfully jutting from his body and forcing his balls to be dragged even further back.
In a flurry of agony and suffering, something in him broke and then he felt it. Cum. Hot, sticky cum, and it poured from his cock like a faucet, a horrible feeling that left him dissatisfied as he clawed through the pain. There was no jets of seed, no erotic pulses of his load emptying from his balls, it just dribbling to the dirty floor in a wet puddle, just load after load until he swore it was enough from all the month's he had spent in chastity since his last orgasm.
His vision was turning white and he could feel the blood rushing to his head, an indication that he could physically take no more, and just upon the precipice of passing out, the electricity wound down, returning back to the milder settings it had been first started on. The pig collapsed – as much as a suspended man could collapse – and he heaved harsh, bitter breaths of stale air, soaked in his own sweat and his cock still drooling with the dregs of his seed. Exhausted, he strained himself to look up from the floor once he saw his Master approach, hooves kicking in the dirt and standing between him and the cum puddle, stroking the male's face, scratching his beard,
“Good pig, such a good animal, you were fantastic." Elated, pride burst into the pig's heart as he heard Master's praise, turning to nuzzle his head into his Master's meaty palm, spittle straggling from his gag, snot and tears running down his cheeks, simply happy to have done good for his owner. “It looks like we've finally got a solution to our chastity problem." The pig was confused. Had there ever been a problem? "Orgasms are for Free Men, but I need my prized hog in good health so I can't just leave these…" Under him, a hand reached down and crushed the male's balls in one palm, squeezing so tightly the pig thought they might rupture, face crumpling, “To fill up. Not good for pig. I was chatting to some farming buddies and they told me they used these electro-thingies to help with the male livestock." Master leaned forward and kissed the very surface of the pig's gag, their lips just about glancing upon one another, before he tilted his head down and kissed his forehead tenderly, “So now pig doesn't ever have to worry about when he'll orgasm again, we'll just make you cum using this. Won't even need to take the cage off anymore." The pig's eyes were wide, the gravity of his new reality dawning on him as now the rules had changed. “I've got so much more to show you back home, but not right now." Master stooped down, pressed a button upon the box that lit up the digital display with the phrase 'auto' and loomed back to his hooves, at his full height, “Right now I want you to just enjoy my gift. I'll see you in a couple of hours, my sweet pig. Squeal if you need me."
He watched as his Master turned and left, not even a glance back over one shoulder, as he exited the barn and his hoofsteps became distant. The current started back up, building and building all over again from the mild jolts to harsher and harsher stabs of pain. The pig yowled and roared behind his gag, thrashing all the more on his ropes, but he knew Master would return in a few hours, and when he did, he would enjoy everything else Master had to give him. He was a good pig, and he would prove it.