The Wrestler's Pig - Part 2 (Patreon)

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This story contains humiliation, kink, rough and piss. 

I ignored his demand and dragged my pants back up my legs, stumbling blindly as I backed up into the corner. How had he gotten there so quietly? Had he seen me? Had I been caught in the act? My face burned violently red as I clambered with the button on my trousers.

"Oh hey!" I yelped, my brain scrambling to think of something to say, "I was just... I was... I..."

"Oh I know what you were doing" the young man sneered, pulling the fabric of his singlet away from his junk, "and if you don't want everyone else to know what you were doing, then I suggest you start stripping".

"I wasn't... I mean... I think there's been a misunderstanding" I gulped, not sure what the fuck was going on, "I didn't know... I mean... I thought".

"The next time I have to tell you, I'll kick your fucking ass" he shrugged, "how about that?"

My face drained of colour as the stunning wrestler regarded me with his eyes. He was going to humiliate me. Perhaps he was going to beat me up, too. Either way, this was not how this was supposed to have gone.

"Yeah" I nodded, my heart slamming in my chest, "yeah, sure".

My fingers trembled as they began unbuttoning my shirt. Why did he want me naked? Was it solely to embarrass me, or was there another reason? He wasn't gay, that was for sure, so what could it be?

I pulled the shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He watched me closely, and when I paused he lifted his hands.

"Everything" he growled, and I swallowed yet another lump in my throat.

I kicked off my shoes next, standing in just my socks on the tiled floor. I was nothing compared to him, and judging by his devious grin, he agreed.

I slid my pants back down, my body filled with a mixture of dread and secret excitement, until I stood before him in just my underwear.

"Are you deaf?" He snarled, taking a step toward me, "I said everything".

A whimper escaped my lips. He was doing this to humiliate me. I peeled off both my socks, shaking like a leaf all the while, until I was left with only one piece of clothing on my body. I couldn't risk getting him even angrier than he already was, so with a deep breath, I closed my eyes and pulled them down, and when I stood back up, I heard him laughing.

"You call that a dick?" He smirked, and when I opened my eyes, I instinctively covered myself with my hands.

His phone was out, pointed directly at me as he recorded my turmoil.

"Oh no" he said, shaking his head, "you're gonna' move those hands, and you're gonna get on your knees and beg me not to send this to every fucking person in this school".

"Please, Colton" I groaned, obeying him slowly. "I was just... I'm sorry. I'll never do it again".

"Yes you will" he sneered, and walked over to his bag, "in fact, you're going to do it right now".

He reached back into the bag, and paused.

"Did you fucking nut on my bag?" He snapped, and when he turned back to me, his face was contorted with rage.

"I... I..."

He rushed toward me, discarding his phone in his pocket and grabbing me by the hair. I winced with pain as he dragged me toward the bag and shoved me forward.

"Lick it up" he hissed, "lick it up before I stomp you out!"

I didn't dare disobey him. I ran my tongue along the cold streaks of sperm and grimaced as I swallowed it.

"And there" he spat, pointing to a pool of it on the floor.

When I leaned forward to slurp up my mess, his bare foot slammed into my ass and sent me crashing into the bench.

"You dirty fucking pig" Colton slithered, and dragged me by the ankles into the middle of the room before flipping me over and keeping my legs spread apart.

"I'm gonna bust your nuts" he told me, raising his foot between my legs, "and you're gonna lay there and take it like a good fucking pig".

My hands were clasped tightly over my groin, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that this wouldn't end well if I didn't do as he said. Reluctantly, I slowly moved them and let my small, flaccid cock hang out for him.

Without wasting a second, Colton's foot crashed down between my legs and crushed my balls under his heel. I yelped in pain, screeching and groaning as the agony began to swim into my stomach. He did it again, kicking my dick with the sole of his foot.

"Now kiss it" he said, pushing his sweaty, warm foot onto my face.

I could barely breathe. The pain became worse by the second, but I puckered my lips and kissed his foot, and Colton laughed above me.

"You like smells, do you, pig?" He grinned, "smell my foot, go on, inhale that shit".

I did, and much to my horror, even through the pain, my injured cock began to swell.

"Oh you are sick" he cackled, rubbing his foot up and down my face as I huffed it, "stand up".

He took another handful of my hair and yanked me to my feet. The room began to spin, but I had no time to dwell on it. He slammed my face into his wet, stinking armpit, and before I could do a thing to stop it, he clamped me in place.

"Lick it all up, every fucking drop of sweat, drink it".

The heavy stench filled my entire body as I breathed it in. It was fucking beautiful, in the most horrid way. My tongue pressed against his smooth, soft flesh and the sharp taste of sweat poured into my mouth. My cock was now painfully erect, my balls throbbing from the assault, but all I could do now was clean him up like a good little pig.

"And now for the main event" he sniggered, and with his grip tightened around my head, he shoved me down, pulled the leg hole of his singlet open and slid it over my head entirely.

For a moment I had no idea what had happened. Everything was dark now, but a new stink filled my nostrils, and then it hit me. My face was now pressed against his bare cock and balls. His snake rubbed off my mouth and nose, and the odour from his thick, heavy balls washed over me.

"Put it in your mouth" he told me, "and if I feel a single tooth, I'll break them".

This was absurd. Was Colton Griffiths really telling me to put his dick in my mouth? I couldn't think straight, it had all happened so fast, but one thing I did know, was that I wasn't going to let this opportunity go.

I lipped his plump cock into my mouth and almost came as a result. It was ripe and musky, and his taste lingered on my tongue. Even soft, Colton was bigger than I was hard. I began to suck on it, and felt a punch in the stomach.

"You don't suck unless I fucking tell you to suck, got that, pig?" He growled, and I mumbled onto his meat.

"You're not down there to suck me" he continued, "you're down there for this".

For a moment nothing happened. I waited for a punch or a kick, but neither of those things came. What did come, was a jet of salty, bitter piss which filled my mouth instantly and sprayed into his singlet.

"Stupid... Little... Pig!" He snapped, slapping my erection with sharp whacks after each word. "DRINK IT!"

I gulped, and gulped, and gulped some more. He was like a hose, and each time I swallowed the sharp liquid, my mouth almost exploded with more of it. I continued chugging his urine, feeling it swell in my stomach, until finally he squirted a few more shots of it into my mouth, and shoved me backwards.

I belched as I lay there, and the taste of piss seemed to be stuck to my mouth.

"Before the guys get here" he smirked, sliding his arms from the top of his singlet, "I have one last job for you".

I watched in complete awe as Colton stripped out of his outfit and slid it down his muscular legs. When he stood again, his stunning cock hung perfectly over his long balls, glistening with piss in the light.

He turned around, his bubble butt looking absolutely wonderful, and pulled his cheeks apart.

"Sniff it" he said, grinning back over his shoulders, "get your little piggy nose up my ass and sniff it".

He didn't have to ask me again. I was pouring pre-cum down my shaft, and he knew it. I crawled toward him, eager to reach him, and when I did, I stuffed my nose against his pink opening and sucked in the stench of his hole.

Without even touching my cock, it began to ooze cum onto the floor. I was orgasming, and I hadn't even touched myself.

"Clean it up" he told me, and as the damp aroma of his sweaty hole clung to my nostrils, I began to lap at the salty orifice.

It tasted better than I could have ever imagined. I tongued it violently, licking from top to bottom, and even further toward his balls. I could taste the sweat from him, perhaps a day old at least, and if I could have stayed there forever, I certainly would have.

"Now clean up your mess and fuck off" he told me, stepping away as my tongue remained hanging from my mouth.

I wanted to cry. Even though I'd just cum twice in the last twenty minutes, I was desperate to continue servicing this God of a man. I leaned down as he watched me, and sucked up the cum that I'd just spilled. I wanted him to know that I was his to do with what he pleased, but he was already scrolling through his phone.

When I stood up, I reached for my clothes and began to dress. Colton remained naked and finally glanced back at me.

"I've just sent that to every guy on the team" he told me, and my eyes widened. "And believe me" he grinned, "some of those guys are a lot nastier than I am".

With those words, Colton cleared his throat and spat a glob of saliva into my face. I simply stood there as it ran down my eyes and cheeks.

"Leave that there" he said, patting my head, "so everyone knows how fucking pathetic you are".

He shoved me backwards into the corridor and slammed the door shut, and I remained in place, terrified and horny in equal measure.