FSE

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The dilapidated building stretched out before him, leaves creeping up concrete walls and the remains of shattered windows at his feet. The possum was in the middle of nowhere. If he turned to look behind him he would see fields of corn and grain, and if he looked real hard, he could make out the dot that was the van he was riding around in. Armed with a camcorder, his plan was to scout the abandoned building for one of his vlogs, something that seemed to be a mild success within his audience. The people seemed to really love breaking and entering if there was no ones privacy at stake.

He strode toward a rusty door and tried the handle - wouldn't budge. No surprise there. He didn't like busting things down if he didn't have to, so he scanned the rest of the wall and its windows. There were a few that were broken, almost cleanly so, and he could definitely pull himself over the side. He passed a painted on logo - LW steelworks. Hey, good to know where he was breaking into.

Although he didn't think he'd be stopped. The place seemed barren. He didn't see a single building around, and hadn't seen any cars or heard any people since he'd started walking from the van. With two leather fingerless gloved paws he brushed off the bottom of the window for any glass, hopping up for a peek in. It wasn't that dark inside with all the other windows letting in sunbeams, but he double checked for his flashlight anyways. Patting it, he gripped the ledge with both gloves and pulled himself up. His upper half made it over fine, denim vest and black t-shirt unscuffed. His jeans on the other hand hit a snag as he pulled himself over. Instinctively he jerked to avoid getting cut by the glass and in the process, lost his balance.

"Shit!" The possum landed on his back with a thud, praying that he hadn't made his situation worse. He lifted his arms up - they seemed fine. But... 'The camera!' He looked around quickly, finding the red light of the camcorder not too far away.

"Ugh, thank god..." He dusted himself off, noting the giant rip in at the knee in his jeans, and picked up his device. There wasn't too much in the open warehouse other than debris, really. The place had been emptied out. There were a few metal canal looking areas where machinery surely stood, but nothing of real interest. Scanning the darker areas revealed some of the corrugated roofing that had fallen down all pushed to the side. It was as he padded toward it to take a closer look when he saw the ominous figure in the corner.

"Hey."

He paused, entirely shocked that anyone else was here. That voice was deep and booming, and it didn't sound that friendly either. In the corner of the room a figure stood, at least a foot taller than the possum. His frame was much wider, too. Dustin in comparison, though scrappy, had lost many a fight due to his lithe size.

"You one of those nosy punks that like being where you ain't supposed to?" His deep voice had a sneer to it. Was this some drug dealers den? He hoped at the least that this stranger was alone.

"Look, I'll just be going-"

"Where, exactly? Seems you went out of your way to find me." He stepped out of the shadows, revealing the massive frame of a brown boar. An unzipped dark green army jacket adorned his torso, no shirt revealing abs that were defined enough to be made out through the short fur on his stomach. Beneath that, a pair of blue jeans and black work boots.

"Uh, haha, I'm actually streaming live right now!" He holds up the camcorder in front of his face, hoping that it deters the boar from any sort of violence. "Yeah. What's up guys, it's ya boy dastardly Dustin here with another abandoned warehouse, check this shit out-"

The camera was swiped away from his paws by the strangers, a stern look on his face.

"Don't get shit for service out here." The boar turned the camera over in his hands, giving it a once over. Dustins round ears flattened, and he backed up toward the center of the warehouse, eyes darting from wall to wall. Whatever business this stranger had doing here, it didn't feel all that safe. And Dustin was all on his own. He didn't see any kind of exit - his eyes flick back to the boar. Surprisingly, the stranger chuckles.

"Calm down kid, I ain't gonna kill ya." Dustin furrows his brow.

"OK, well, hiding in the shadows like that doesn't paint you in a friendly light." The boar walks slowly toward him, closing the distance between the two of them. With one hand he adjusts his crotch, snorting. He can feel the hot breath on his ears, the boar a full head taller than him. He felt inexplicably small in front of this boar.

"That's a shame. I was hoping you'd be a 'friend'..."

"Ok, hold the fucking phone." This was starting to get more suggestive than it was sinister. His eyes met with the boars. There was a little grin, the glint of a predator circling its prey in his eyes. Dustin took in the scene for another moment. The boar had a masculine scent about him - sweaty, like a hard days work, but not quite unclean. He let out an anxious breath.

"Uhhh...."

"Mighty fuckin' brave of you to wear all those patches out here in God's country." He was referring to the rainbow patches on his vest that clearly identified the opposum as a queer, patches that the boar was holding with his thumb and index finger. He leaned in closer, his snout resting on the possums head. He nibbled on the possums right ear without warning, causing his cheeks to burn. 'Oh my god, is this really happening?'

The boar whispered deeply into his ear - "Oh, I could break you in half like a candy bar, kid."

With one paw, Dustin reached out to touch the boars short, rough fur. One hand traveled from his chest downward, feeling muscles ripple underneath that canvas jacket. He stopped short when he reached a belt buckle, but the boar grabbed his paw and coerced it over his crotch.

"Do you want that?"

Dustin turned his snout upward only to find it bump into the boars own. He felt like prey, trapped against the wall by the boars muscular frame. Did he want this? The porcine stranger was brooding and intimidating in all the right ways, but this was a lone drifter in the middle of nowhere. No one would probably hear him scream. It felt like a coin toss as to whether or not he would leave alive.

One hand slipped under his denim vest to take it off, and he complied.

"The door in that corner works. If you wanna leave, this is your last chance..."

"Do your worst, big guy."

"You'll regret saying that, punk. C'mere...And bring the camera."

The boar shoved Dustin down onto the bare mattress unceremoniously. It reeked faintly of alcohol and sweat.

"Turn over." The possum complied, shifting himself so that he had full view of the shirtless boar looming over him. Brown fur glistened with sweat, and his face was stoic. Without asking, the boar lifted up the possums legs and unbuckled his jeans, making sure to get him on camera.

"Look at what I bagged myself today...Little trashy twink walked right into my nest..." The boar leans down and tugs Dustin's boxers down too, revealing an average sized opossum cock, as pink as his tail. A pair of fuzzy grey orbs hung beneath him which the boar immediately took interest in, sticking his muzzle under the boxers and giving them a drawn out sniff.

"Mm, you're a musky one, punk..." He said it between huffing and licking at the possums balls and taint. Dustin squirmed on the mattress, keeping his whimpers to a minimum. He could see the camera pointed at his lower body, the tongue action likely the focal point. He stifled a moan as he felt the tongue inch its way to his cock, the rough wetness coaxing his appendage outward. The strangers licks were slow and deliberate, coating every bit of his dick in saliva. It felt heavenly, but it didn't last for long - after a few licks, the boar brought his face down to the possums behind. With a few meaty, delicate fingers, he parted the possums cheeks. Dustin felt that tongue tease his rear entrance and he shuddered, trying to keep his composure. He lifted his head only to see the camera pointed at his face. The opossum huffed, composure getting harder to keep as that rough tongue darted inside briefly. He could see his dick getting hard as well, standing at half-mast.

He heard the boar make a spitting noise and felt a huge glob of saliva brush up against his hole. A digit smeared it around. "Hope you're fine with spit for lube, punk."

"Nnngh..." All he could do was groan as the pig stuck two meaty fingers up his behind. The possum hadn't been toyed with down there in awhile, and the filling feeling was breathtaking. Another digit made its way in and they all curled, bumping up against his prostate.

"Agh! Shit!" When he said 'do your worst' this wasn't what he'd expected, though he surely wasn't complaining.

"Oh yeah, you like that? Squirm for me, bitch..." To the possums surprise he started to slip a fourth finger inside!

"Gotta make sure I can get in with ease... Don't get too comfortable." The boars hand dipped in and out of Dustin's rear-end, fingerfucking him with an increasing ease. The stretching was a little painful, but nothing he hadn't handled before. The boar gave a grunt of satisfaction, bumping up against the possums prostate one more time, making sure his lustful squeal was caught by the video camera.

Wordlessly, he removed his fingers from the possum and started to unbuckle his jeans. He pointed the camera at himself, making sure to get everything from the chest down. Kicking off the jeans revealed a cotton jockstrap, his beer can cock straining against the fabric. The camera moved in toward his groin and his free hand he played with his bulge.

"Hey, are you gonna fuck me or what?"

"In a minute, you impatient brat..." With his free hand he hooked a thumb under the cotton strap and slowly pulled it down. After being imprisoned for so long, his cock bounced out of the garment almost fully hard. He gave it a few quick strokes for the camera and then turned around.

The possum had sat up to get a look at what was about to fill him. He gasped at the sight of the boars beer-can thick, ten inch monster at the end of the mattress. It had that corkscrew curvature that pigs tended to have. "Oh, oh shit."

"Oh shit is right. Lay back down, just a second..." The boar trailed off, pulling a few pieces of debris together for a makeshift table. He placed the camera on it, making sure their action would be properly taped. Satisfied with the angle, he returned to the end of the mattress and lifted the possums legs, his boxers still crumpled up around his knees.

"Get ready to be porked, punk..."

The anticipation in his chest was replaced with a snicker. He was about to get his ass reamed by an absolute stranger in the middle of nowhere, probably the trashiest hookup he'd ever been a part of, but at least his partner had some sense of humor.

One hand holding his legs together, the boar pushed his member around the punk's hole and pushed it in inch by inch. He wasn't quick, but he wasn't slow either. In a few seconds the boar was up to the hilt in possum ass.

"Feel that, punk?" A groan came in response.

"Get ready, cause I'm about to ruin you..."

With little warning, the boar pulled out to the tip and then slammed his cock back into the possum, the discomfort forcing a "Fuck!" out of his mouth.

The boar had gone from zero to one-hundred in an instant, repeating the movement instantly. Dustin had no time to adjust.

"Aagh! That's really rough-"

"That's what you asked for, punk!" He took one paw and shoved it around his muzzle, muffling the possums yells. The thrusting was non-stop, and unwavering in its intensity. With the boar looming over him he could smell every bit of musk pouring off of the brown fur. He would huff and snort as he humped, hot breath falling onto his neck. With the boars hand covering half his face, unable to speak or smell anything than salty boar sweat, he felt powerless.

Dustin tried to cry out for the boar to slow down, but it didn't work. Nevermind that - through all the pain, the rough pounding was actually starting to feel good. It hurt like a bitch, but that fat dick kept pushing his buttons in all the right ways, sending occasional waves of pleasure, an electric feeling that bloomed from his groin to his head. The boar had noticed Dustin's dick leaking and smiled with a sadistic grin.

"Oh, so you do like it rough, huh?" He let his hand slide off of the possums face.

"Ye-YEAh, but you cOULD ease UP- grrk!" Without breaking a rhythm the boars hand slid down to Dustins throat and squeezed. Hard.

Dustin felt the pressure up to his eyes, and instinctually his hands went to paw at the arm strangling him. It took the boar a few seconds to ease up, but he did eventually give the possum space to breathe.

"You're so fuckin delicate, y'know that?" He slowed down his thrusts as his other hand came up around his neck.

Dustin tried to pull at the other arm, but the boar was stronger in every sense of the word. He could barely make him budge.

"D-don't do that, plEASE-"

With both hands around the throat, he squeezed again, cutting off any air the possum might've been able to gulp down.. The hands around his throat, the rough fucking, the hot breath pouring down on him - it was all such a sensory overload. The pig leaned down and whispered into the possums ear.

"What did I say when we met, punk? Just relax, enjoy the ride..." Dustin's mind had been scattered. The undulating, masculine body above him was rearranging his insides and cutting off his airways, and the pleasure in his loins was only growing greater. He tried to moan but it came out garbled and scratchy. The boar didn't relent.

With every pound of his prostate, his head grew lighter. With every second that passed he could feel his dick oozing, the boars thighs slapping against his rear, boxspring mattress creaking and bending beneath their combined weight. He pawed at the boars arms as if to say 'stop!' But he doesn't let up.

It hasn't even been that long - maybe thirty, fourty-five seconds - but the possum starts to panic with sincerity. He tries to wave his leg around in a half-assed attempt to kick, but it does nothing. His fingers scratch at unflinching arms. He notices the boars face through all this - a twisted grin and eyes that bore right into his skull. He was getting off on this.

Just when he thought he was going to pass out, vision getting blurry, the hands let up, affording him a couple good gasps, full breaths of air. The meat thrusting tirelessly into him had slowed down, if only slightly. One hand caressed his cheek.

"Catch your breath?" The possum nods weakly.

"Good." The hair on the back of Dustins neck stood up as both hands went back around his throat. He takes as deep a breath as he can.

The boar revved right back up again, wasting no time in plowing back at a full intensity. The paws around his throat would drive Dustin to scratching at the boars arms before they would ease up. The boar wasn't kidding - this was intense.

What was driving him mad is that it was starting to feel good! It was as if his need for air was being replaced with that fat cock, slamming into his prostate sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He would've been seeing stars from that to begin with, but with the lightheaded feeling he got from his air supply being cut off, it was a monumental headrush he'd never experienced before. It was getting too hard to breathe again. He looked up at the stranger, who had never broken eye contact with the possums face.

"Gettin close!" He started pawing at the arms again, trying fruitlessly to push them off.

"Hey...Off..." He weakly cried out as the thrusting and fucking intensified. One hand gripped at bare mattress while the other felt up the boars massive musculature, his biceps straining. They had loosened up enough for him to suck up a breathful of air, but it was a real struggle.

"Oh fuck, I'm about to fill you up, punk!"

Dustin could do nothing more than make pathetic, choked whimpers, but by God was he ready. He gripped the mattress with both hands this time, sinking in the sight of the massive boar hunched over his lithe frame. 'God, this is so hot'. He thought, ignoring the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"AAAAGHHH!!" The boars yell echoed off the walls, so loud that it vibrated through the possum. It was a good thing no one was around - anyone in a miles distance probably heard that shout. As his cock and balls drained themselves out into the possum, those hands clamped down around him as tight as ever. They didn't let up through every pulse of his dick, and the thought that he might actually die at the hands of a stranger crossed his mind. Like the few times before, he pushed against the boars palms, praying he wasn't about to murdered after what was definitely the most intense sex of his life. The edges of his vision started to go cloudy. He opened his mouth to say something, eyes trying to meet with the boars. But his were all scrunched up, shut in ecstasy. He batted at his face roughly, trying to move the boars attention to the person he was choking the life out of.

That did it. "Oops." He released his death grip, allowing the possum to choke down air freely, coughing, trying to regain his senses.

"S-sorry bout that - oohhh..."The boar let out a high pitched squeal, one unfitting for someone with such a masculine demeanor. Porcine. Right. These dudes came for minutes at a time. He was always jealous of that.

"We done with the throat stuff now?" Dustin choked out the sentence, trying to regain feeling in his airways. The boar rested his elbows on the mattress, his forehead bent against the possums chest, letting out short, quiet squeals.

"Yeah, just shut up..."He spoke between them.

"That was, uh. Pretty hot." Dustin massaged his throat with one hand and rubbed his own stomach with the other. He had come all over himself in the process, his fur matted with a mix of sweat and semen.

"Figured a fag like you'd get a k-kick out of it." The boar stopped squealing to sniff and lick at the possums midsection, lapping up the possums cum. All the while he lazily humped into Dustin's rear, his orgasm starting to peter out. The look of the rugged boar leaning against him, muzzle looking for fluids to lap up, was a sight to behold. Dustin leaned his head back. This short trip had taken way too many turns. Light from the blue sky poured in from a hole in the roof. It had been illuminating the corner the pair had fornicated in pretty well.

His thoughts returned to his camera. The boar really did film that, huh? He was still grunting, head looming over the possums muzzle. "So uh, that video..."

"You better cherish that, punk." Cherish it? I'm gonna make a fortune off of it! And probably jerk off to it later.

"I'm pulling out. Please don't empty your cum filled guts on the mattress."

"Er, no promises." The boar frowned. He leaned down and with both arms supported the possums back, lifting him up. Dustin, still in a daze, tried to wrap his legs around the boars waist, but the boar wasted no time in lifting the possums lithe frame up and off of his corkscrew cock, leaving his backside feeling oddly empty.

"Agh..." The possum blushed as he was face to face with the boar, a foot off the ground. Cum ran down his legs and streaked his pink tail white. The boar looked at him stony- faced, placing his feet on the ground.

"Clean yourself up with this." The boar had quickly procured a bandana and held it out to Dustin. "Much as you can, I guess."

Wiping himself down was awkward with the boar watching him. The stranger took a step back and leaned his bare back against a concrete wall.

"I don't live here, for the record. Don't live anywhere. It's just a place I know I can crash at."

"Layin' low for criminal activities? They catchin' on to your strangling streak?'

"Ugh, no. It's just me and the Harley."

Dustin looked back at the window he crawled through. "Didn't see any Harley out there."

"Good, that's the point. And what the Hell were you doin' in the middle of nowhere?"

"...Vlogging." The boar looked unamused.

"It's like when you take videos of your everyday life-"

"I know what vlogging is! But who the Hell wants to see someone run around an old warehouse in the middle of bumfuck nowhere?" He gestured to his dusty surroundings.

"A lot of people, actually. My main thing is being a ghost hunter." The boars stone face returned, this time with a disappointed look.

"Man, I'm just more unimpressive by the minute, huh? Well, it's a living. And y'know, it's just me and my sister zig-zagging the continent in a van. Kinda like you!"

He huffed. "Pfft, sure."

After wiping himself down as best he could and pulling his pants back on, the boar extended a hand to him - the camcorder. Dustin grinned.

"You can get on out, punk."

Figuring it was the closest thing to 'goodbye' he was going to get, the possum took that as his leave, shoving scrap metal aside to open the makeshift door.

"Til we meet again, menacing stranger. Thanks for giving me a new kink!"

What a guy. Hanging out in the middle of nowhere looking for twinks to strangle and pound. He seriously doubted they'd ever cross paths again, but as he walked away with both ass and throat sore, part of him wished for a future encounter. Going back the way he came, his eyes noticed a large pile of scrap metal leaning against the wall. Tucked underneath it was the boars big jet black motorcycle. From the inside of the warehouse he heard a deep voice shout out-

"YER WEL-COME!"