Leech and the Pig
Leech was out looking for a good time or trouble. Whichever came first. Usually they were a packaged deal. He was all dressed up for the occasion. Hugging his flattened chest was a form-fitting crop top. Swaying along with his hips was the almost too short mini-skirt. The dark furred, white haired unicorn matched the look of a textbook femslut perfectly. Going up his legs were a pair of stockings, matching the arm length gloves. Around their neck was a belt collar, just begging to be attached to a leash. The cherry on top was the chastity cage that kept the feminine male’s pony cock locked up. It didn’t just complete the look; there was also an extra something about knowing that it was denied from him. No matter how much he would want it, the area would be out of his reach. If he wanted to get off, it would be from the almighty pounding he would receive.
Speaking of which...his current objective was finding the perfect guy. What he wanted was a good, deep fucking. Hopefully the kind that would leave him sore the next day. Just imagining a fat, throbbing monster plowing his way through his boyhole was making him squirm against the wall.
For some reason finding the perfect candidate was proving difficult. None of the guys passing by stood out to him. None had those traits he was looking for. It wasn’t something he could explain himself. Leech just knew it would be obvious the moment he laid eyes on them.
The roaring of a bike’s motor caught his attention. Tearing down the street, making a sudden turn into the parking lot, slowing his bike down and parking it right in front of the black equine. Leech was able to see an absolutely huge pig dismounting and touching down on the grimy, rain damp concrete. The sissy equine was left gawking at the porcine that had to be about 8 feet tall. And he was wide too, generously so. Under the open leather jacket was a black shirt that was failing to contain the perfectly rounded, doughy belly. It rippled as he stepped, the visible portion decorated in rough looking hair.
Leech’s eyes continued to scan, drifting lower to see the obvious protrusion in the hog’s pants. Also bouncing as he walked, Leech found himself feeling suddenly parched. The grimy, stained jeans were at least keeping it at bay but looked ready to give at any moment. From how hard Leech was staring, one would think he was trying to will that trembling metal button to finally burst and let the front end burst open. But the pig walked right past him and through the front door.
Unwilling to let his catch get away just like that, Leech went on the prowl. Casual yet alluring, he sat down in the seat next to the pig. Making the first move, he bought himself and the porcine a drink. Finally the massive male looked his way.
“Is that how you get their attention?” the pig asked. Looking the pony up and down, he could see that the unicorn’s deal was.
“I know what a guy really wants,” Leech said. “Especially your type. Riding around all day. Needing something to wet your lips. I just so happen to be looking for the same thing.”
The drinks came, plentiful and good enough quality to show that he was serious. The pig accepted by grabbing the mug, lifting it, and chugging down the beverage. Head lifted high, adam’s apple going up and down like an elevator passenger, the pig was taking big and hard audible gulps, slamming the mug down with so much force that it was a miracle that the container hadn’t shattered. Leech watched the drink be consumed; it was done in such a fast and messy way that some of the beer was trickling from the sides of his mouth, dripping down onto the grimy jeans.
“Let me get that for you,” the pony said, quick to capitalize on the chance. Leaning in, his outstretched hand touched and started to rub at the foam bubbling on top of the fabric.
Even when they were gone, Leech kept rubbing. The motions of his hands became slower, more deliberate and tender. Starting at the leg, going up. He paused for a moment and then started to rub in a wide circle, covering the whole of the bulging package. Its weight and heft was felt directly through the clothing. The pig was going commando! The femstallion’s ears perked up when he heard the groan, one of approval.
Already big against his hand, the porcine’s package was growing out to an even bigger size, starting to pulse directly against his fingers, bringing heat that he could feel as if the pants weren’t even there. The pants in question became all the tighter. If their strain wasn’t obvious before it was now, the front visibly throbbing in time with the monster underneath. Now Leech wanted to see it more than ever.
“Another one,” Leech said, calling for a refill. Everything was lining up nicely. He just had to prod a little more. As the bartender stepped away he spoke directly to the biker.
“So, how about it, stud? I may not be a real girl but I can moan like one if you treat me right,” Leech ended his sentence by giving the bulge a firm squeeze. This got another grunt out of the pig but he didn’t miss a beat when the beer was brought to him. All over again he was chugging it down quickly but there was something different about this time, an extra haste that he picked up on.
He jumped and bit his lip from the sudden grip to his ass. The large hand was roughly groping and squeezing. It slid down, under the skirt, feeling around, finding the equine’s hole that was already lubed and ready with a thick plug.
“Alright slut,” the pig said after slamming the mug down again. “You’re lucky I’ve been aching lately.”
Paying the tab, following the pig’s lead, Leech was led right into the grimy alley between the bar and the building next to it. Heading to the very end of it, the massive hog turned around. This time he was grinning. “Let’s hope you can put your money where your mouth is, pony.”
“Speaking of which,” Leech interjected. “Since you’re obviously needing it so badly, I’ll only charge you fifty.”
“I don’t pay until I know it’s good.” Accompanying the biker’s words was the moving of his hand, firmly slapping his crotch. Gripping the zipper, undoing the button, his manhood was finally unleashed. Leech knew it was big but seeing it out in the open left him stunned. Dropping and bouncing from its own heft, the cock was only in a semi-hard state. It was longer than average, Leech could tell that from looking. But it was the thickness...nearly double the girth of his wrist.
If that wasn’t enough for the unicorn, the real highlight was just beneath. A pair of low hanging, hairy, and sweaty balls. Even rounder, thicker, and visibly churning from the loads they held. Leech felt his confined cock throbbing as his hands were out. Hovering his hands over them, he could feel the heat that radiated from the sack. Each nut was about the size of a coconut, wrapped in pink squishy skin. Rising from the manly pouch was a dense, rich funk. Reaching his nose, the femcolt shook and squirted some precum through his cage.
Needing no more words, Leech got down low, pressing his face into the big meaty sack. The first thing he did was inhale deeply, giving himself a rush from the raw crotch musk. They were so hot that vapors could be seen coming from the dewy orbs, heating up the cool night air around them.
Licking what was given to it without hesitation, starting from the front side, lapping up the flavorful sweat that coated the shiny, pink skin. The sharp taste of it left the colt wanting even more. Sliding his tongue underneath, going back up again, Leech got a good feel for the size and curvature. Working slowly but effectively, his licks were sweeping all over. Bit by bit, the abundance of sweat and light grime from the day was being cleaned away. All the while, he could feel the balls’ weight, how they were churning with so many loads that were begging to be fired off.
Licking turned to sucking as Leech became more entranced by the persisting masculine reek. Pressing his muzzle closer, his mouth opened wider; forming a seal with his lips, sucking gently on what he could fit into his maw. The sounds of his suckles could be heard along with the pig’s groans. When his head pulled back, the wet ‘pop’ was just as audible. Leech was quick to do it all over again to the other nut, making it just as wet and shiny with his spit.
“Heh. Not bad-” the hog’s words were cut short by Leech’s hand. It gripped his fat dick, jerking it while his mouth continued to worship the big, hairy nuts. Stroking that fat uncut tube, the meaty foreskin was pulled back and forth. His moans grew louder and the scent of him was spreading out further, polluting the air of the alley. Potent and keeping him needy, Leech felt that he could stop himself even if he wanted to.
The shaft’s pulses were strong. In time with them would be a thick ooze of precum. Coming out hot, thick, and sticky like honey. Letting it coat his hand, he kept pumping away, using the abundance of natural fluid as lube. Hearing the sloppy noises kept him shivering and throbbing against the cage, his cock almost desperate to extend to its full length.
Denying that need and focusing entirely on the big sweaty stud in front of him, Leech kept milking out of the precum with firm pumps. By now the excess of musky dick fluids were trailing down his sleeved arm.
This entire time, his hand wasn’t able to fully wrap around the throbbing girth. To remedy that, his other hand joined in. Used together to pump at the hog’s manhood, they used the precum to smoothly slide up and down, caressing every one of the fat veined inches. Going at a steady pace, his licking hadn’t lessened in effectiveness. His nostrils were flaring from the sweat and musk that persisted, being smeared all over his muzzle. Squeezing with both hands made the biker grunt and spray a thick rope of pre that splattered loudly onto the broken, grimy alley concrete.
From there, the gushes of precum remained just as thick, coming out with considerable force, arching over the unicorn’s head, marking the ground further. The dribbles in between these rushes would leak and dribble onto the black equine’s body, also marking him with its intense yet intoxicating smell. Pulling back from the balls, he was lucky enough to have his nose coated with the stuff. He licked it up, making a sound from the strong taste. “You’re in worse condition than I thought. Poor Daddy needs some tender loving care or he might just burst.”
His teasing words triggered the hog into gripping his head, pushing it down. Leech groaned and choked from the harsh stuffing of his mouth. The fat musky flesh was weighing down his tongue, assaulting his taste buds directly, already forcing his throat open. For a moment the unicorn was overwhelmed, gagging hard against the fatness. But the pig was still going ahead, making him take more of the meat, feeling it stretch his oral passage until his nose was pushed firmly into the sweaty crotch and kept there.
“Yeah. Choke on it!” Keeping his cock lodged in the unicorn’s throat, the hog was pleasantly surprised by the tongue’s sweeping all over his inches, grinding along the sides and underneath. Leaning against the back wall of the alley, his pants wrapped around his ankles, the hog let the clearly experienced slut do his thing. Even more than before, the sounds of pleasured grunts and fervent sucks could be heard by those stopping at the alley’s entrance and listening in...
The hold on his head remained, pulling it back. Via this action, the cock was also being tugged from his throat, inch by inch. A strong squirt of precum gave him the full flavor of it. Leech didn’t waste any time, licking all over the inches that were sliding backwards over his tongue. The pullout was being done slowly, making sure that every inch was being felt and then worshiped. And during that, the raw natural musk was keeping itself thick in the equine’s flaring nostrils. Embracing this, the unicorn snorted heavily, snorting up the manly aroma like a drug.
After that slow pull-back, there was a rough push, stuffing the cock back down into Leech’s tight, precum-lubed throat. Swelling further from the harsh penetration, the equine’s muffled groans were laced with blazing lust and need for more. The hog aimed to fulfill that; pulling and pushing Leech’s head repeatedly. In return Leech’s tongue was constantly swirling, grinding, and teasing. He would suck when every inch was past his lips, also savoring the crotch stink from its source. The throbs were getting stronger and more precum was coming out, shooting right down into his stomach.
The pig watched the mouth going up and down, observing the shininess of his cock in between each firm movement of his gripping hand. Matching the sight was the blazing pleasure of a silky mouth, hot spit that layered over itself, glazing his flesh.
“Show me how much of a slut you are!” The hand stopped moving his head, instead keeping it in place. From there, the biker took matters into his own hands by thrusting his cock into the welcoming mouth, shoving it right down into the throat, this time jamming it all the way down, huffing from all of his inches being engulfed.
“Now we’re talking. Come on! You gotta earn that fifty!”
Groaning from the state of his stretched mouth and stuffed windpipe, Leech was able to withstand it thanks to the excessive amount of precum that was still clinging to the hot, smooth surfaces. Every breath taken by the unicorn was laced with the alluring ripeness, keeping his eyes lidded and mouth watering. His head was kept in place and he worked with it, doing his best to keep licking and sucking in tandem with the pumps. His tongue slid all over in an effort to find more sweat that had been missed.
Now the moans from the pig were easily heard, echoing from the back of the alley. He didn’t bother to keep himself quiet, even as those passing by looked to see him pounding the femcolt’s mouth. Leech wasn’t concerned about it either, still dutifully moaning and gulping every shot of precum that flew from the wide, bulbous tip. His free hands were put to use again: groping and rubbing at the huge, sweaty balls. They still had so much to give, maintaining their weight even after letting out so much pre. The more he kneaded and juggled them, the slicker his own fingers became.
This caused the pig to roughly thrust his cock down even further. Following that was a faster pace, those big hands pulling Leech’s head inwards, keeping time with his harsh pumps. Leech’s throat was spasming in reaction to the unyielding treatment, its deeper parts being constantly stretched around the tip and then glazed with another dosage of hot cock fluid. Each pump was ended by a firm ‘smack.’ Knocking into his chin, smearing its sweat and grime all over, the balls came swinging it. Louder gags were forced from him; at the same time the femslut had to handle the size while also constantly taking deep gulps. The musky brute just kept going, still having plenty to give.
“Getting tired? You shoulda known what you were getting into!” A chuckle came from the towering swine. The power behind the thrusts never wavered, neither did their rocking back and forth. It kept the cock sliding through the snug throat, over the flailing tongue. The throbs were so much stronger and the deepening huffs told that he was finally getting close…
Moaning from the excitement that was racing through every fiber of his being, Leech could feel himself getting close as well. Purely just from sucking and being handled like a toy...his cock was twitching, leaking so much inside of the cage. He wanted that load. Needed it. Coming next was a harder push of his head, done in time with the hardest thrust yet. This shoved the entirety of the fat cock inside, the base spreading Leech’s slickened, shiny lips around it.
Uncaring of who would hear, the pig threw his head upwards, bellowing deeply. The thrusts stopped and both hands kept Leech’s head stuck in that position; every inch past the silky lips and every inch possible was lodged in that snug windpipe. All it took was Leech swallowing down the last of the precum. That simple squeeze caused the porcine to cum. Erupting from his fat tip with greater force, coming out more plentiful than the precum was the sweaty hog’s true load. All over again, Leech was gagging from the ropes blasting right down into his stomach.
He knew it was coming. Even so, the black unicorn wasn’t anticipating the amount of potent sticky jizz that was shooting out all at once. It was so thick! Requiring multiple gulps just to get one load down. He had to focus on getting the stuff down, especially since the hog was releasing more and more, threatening to completely flood his oral passage.
“Fuck yeah..!” The biker was looking down, watching Leech drink down his loads. He continued to grunt in time with each throb, feeling the renewed rush of his climax. Pressing firm to the pony’s chin still, his slick balls were churning harder than ever, sending huge bursts of seed through the shaft and out from the tip, one after the other.
While swallowing, Leech kept moving his tongue, giving further stimulation to the pumping prick, relishing the intensity of the flavor and degree of his tongue being coated in multiple heavy layers. He had lost count of how many ropes he had taken already. Just as he got one down there was another gush coming right after. There was nothing else for him to focus on, he wasn’t given the time. The only other sensation to focus on was the rich haze of fresh sweat that came from the pig’s fast motions, classified as a workout for someone like him.
With no other choice, the unicorn’s focus was entirely on drinking down the never-ending amounts of hog spunk that were being pumped into him without any end in sight. His throat swelled, cheeks bulged, thick lines of it were starting to leak from the corners of his mouth.
Another grunt came from the pig and Leech’s mouth was overfilled, a splatter of the musky cum oozing in thick rivets from his lips, dripping onto his clothing and fur. It was going down his chest, marking the rest of him in the strong scent.
“Just a warning! You’re about to get the real load!” The two hands applied more pressure to the back of Leech’s head, ensuring that he would be going nowhere, just as his entire body tensed up.
True to the porcine’s words, his cum was firing out with an entirely new amount of power. The cum itself was also much warmer, thicker, and heavier. Strong rhythmic throbs kept coming, all but forcing Leech to keep swallowing if he didn’t want to be overwhelmed by the large quantity. With widened eyes, Leech focused his effort in pulling the spunk down.
“Yeah, keep that up. Thirsty fucking fag!” the hog roared. “Swallow it all down!”
Doing that as best he could, Leech was taking those hard, deep gulps. By now his throat was feeling sore. His stomach was also running out of room. His previously flat stomach was ballooning out, the front becoming more rounded in time with each pump. Shaking from the flush of heat and weight, Leech received every drop given to him. He couldn’t swallow it all at once, feeling more and more running out from his mouth, splattering onto his body and the ground. He had forgotten that pigs were capable of releasing so much in one go, let alone that their climaxes could last up to half an hour at a time.
As it kept coming, the biker made sure every drop would be spilled inside, not caring if Leech was equipped to handle it. Cutting through his lust was the realization that he was in over his head. So much cum was still firing out from the fat meat cannon. Its flavor and smell were incredible but he just couldn’t handle all of this for much longer. He attempted to pull himself free but the strong hands weren’t budging. His struggling just made their grip even stronger.
“Where do you think you’re going? You’re just let all this good stuff go to waste?” On the pig’s face was a devious grin. He knew exactly what he was doing. Another rush of his long orgasm was coming. As the blinding pleasure scorched its way through him, his cock throbbed. With the tightening of his nuts came another deluge of cum. Spraying right to the back of Leech’s throat, the tar-thick substance further contributed to the swelling state of the unicorn’s belly. Muffled groans of mixed want and resistance were just barely heard against the hairy, musk-soaked crotch.
As his stomach was suddenly filling up much faster, the warmth from it increasing fast, Leech’s entire body shook. He felt a rush of pleasure. His vision was starting to blur, eyes rolling from the pulsing between his legs. Shooting through the gaps in his cage were ropes of his own cum, adding to the mess already glazing the rain-wet concrete he was kneeling above. This time it was harder for him to keep up with it all, not helped by the pig pulling him in even closer, shoving his nose against the fat, sweaty skin.
With his throat being flooded without a moment to collect himself, his nose struggling to get a significant amount of air in, Leech felt himself becoming lightheaded. It was getting harder to keep up with it all. Things were becoming dark in the corners of his eyes, that darkness becoming deeper until he was pulled into it, only able to hear the pig’s pleasured grunts.
***
Leech came too, moaning out from the fat cock plunging its way into his ass, using the lubed state to sink all the way down. He wasn’t in the alley anymore. It was indoors, dimly lit. As his awareness and senses returned to him, Leech realized that he was in some kind of shack, a lone swinging lightbulb providing light to see with. And looking around, he saw a lot more swines. They were watching up close, gathered around the couch that he was being fucked on.
He could already feel precum being spurt into his hole, further lubing it up. Looking up at the pig, he realized that his own belly had already swelled to a huge mound, jiggling as the rest of the inches were pushed in, ending with an audible smack of their crotch ramming into his ass.
There were chuckles and comments all around him. He could have responded if it weren’t for the ball gag in his mouth. The fat cock was sitting in his depths, throbbing and letting out more pre before his shapely hips were roughly gripped.
The inches were being tugged back. Just as the wide tip was about to come out, all of it was jammed right back in. His entire body lurched, making his swollen belly shake and warble. After that thrust came another, this one knocking the wind out of the cum-marked slut.
“Had to bring you back so the boys could see,” the pig said, referring to the others. His balls clapped against the unicorn’s ass in time with his rough pumps. Keeping his hips moving, he was stuffing his overly slick cock past the tight, clenching donut. More precum was shooting out from the tip, making the heat and sloppiness more defined.
Leech wasn’t sure if he could respond, even if the ball gag was removed. The shaft’s thickness was pressing down on every sensitive spot that he had, repeatedly stimulating them, making his body shake and his cock strain against the cage.
“Heh, listen to him moaning,” one of the other pigs commented, drawing further attention to the slut being pounded in front of them all.
“He’s taking it well. Slut’s got practice,” another added. All around him he could smell the heavy mixed musk of grungy biker pigs, all waiting for their turn.
Another hard slam caused Leech’s eyes to roll. A spurt of precum flew right out from the cage’s opening, a sight that made the others laugh in unison. The one fucking him was chuckling as well, still going at a rhythm, milking more squeezes from the equine’s hole.
“I know this wasn’t part of the deal. But I got that fifty and a lot more if you give the rest a good time too. Sounds good?” Leech nodded in response, letting out another muffled moan. In time with his widening grin, the pig started to thrust harder and kept it up, ramming it in at a brisker pace, keeping the equine slut’s body rocking and the grimy couch creaking from the force.
The others were watching all of the action happen; seeing another bulge appearing in the already overfilled stomach. Appearing and disappearing in time with the hips’ movements. This style of rutting was kept up, the sensitive spot being hit and nearly flattened by the thickness and weight. The repeated strikes and strokes to the prostate kept the moans coming, providing ample entertainment for the onlookers.
Catching his attention was another laugh from the one fucking him. Without warning, the fully nude biker pig brought his body down, laying right on top of Leech, all but smothering him with his weight and massive body. His bulging cum-filled gut was pressed to the hog’s, grinding against each other.
This put greater pressure on the fembitch’s prostate. His walls were still trying to adjust to the amount of girth, his lower depths especially squeezing hard on the shooting member. As his passage became marked in more and more layers of precum, the pig had an easier time shoving all of his inches in, producing even greater sloppy noises between them.
“Keep working that pussy! Gonna give you another batch!” the pig playfully warned, keeping the pace brisk. True to his words, the throbbing of his cock was becoming more prominent.
Still being humped deeper into the musky couch, Leech could feel himself getting close to his own limits, his hole naturally keeping the pumping cock in a firm grip.
“I don’t know if he can handle any more,” one of the other pigs teased. The whole time they watched the unicorn’s belly sloshing back and forth, knowing it was overly filled with seed.
The pig’s thrusts picked up further, making the couch scrape across the ground. The pig’s grunts were deepening, just like they had before. If he could, the unicorn would have been screaming out, begging for the stud’s loads right in front of everyone else.
The message got through all the same. “Here it comes! Take it, pony bitch!” the biker shouted out just as he slammed his cock in for a final time. Grunting deeply in time with his cock’s throbs, the pig could feel his balls lifting. The others could see it too, a clear indicator of his loads being carried and blasted into the unicorn’s awaiting hole. And then Leech gasped, feeling the added heat and density in the pit of his inflated gut. He could feel it swelling up, inflating outwards thanks to the weight keeping his stomach from ballooning upwards.
The pig eased up, leaving his sweat all over the gurgling gut. It was a relief for Leech but also way too arousing. In real time he was watching how quickly his stomach was being pumped with so much thick, musky cum. The only thing keeping it all inside was the thickness of the cock plugging him! Being filled, having the cock still throbbing over his prostate, and the invading heat all made him shoot through his cage again, making the others jeer.
Put in a daze, Leech only became vaguely aware of the things happening to him. His mind was hazed with the incredible pleasure and a thick scent coming from the other hogs undressing and whipping out their own, huge meaty members. All uncut and leaking so much already, the unicorn realized that he was in for an ordeal…
Time slipped away for him but eventually the pig was pulling his cock free. It came out with a thick, lewd ‘pop.’ Coming right behind it was more gurgling as the syrupy substance was cascading from his overly gasped hole. The other porcines took a moment to just enjoy the show, listening to his blocked moans before another one stepped up and plugged him up, not wanting to let the “lube” go to waste.