Page 130 of Forfeits

He was playing hardball today. And speaking of hard balls…

I closed my eyes and bent my rubber snout to the floor, making snuffling noises and ‘searching’ for the carrot. When I ‘found’ it, I used my teeth to grab it then chewed it carefully as Aiden watched, idly tapping the crop against his thigh.

“Another,” he said, when I’d finished eating. He pointed toward another baby carrot. “Gotta find them all.”

In reality, there were only five, but time and distance were skewed, and it seemed like I crawled around for hours eating carrots like a good little piggy. My universe shrank to just this room, and this task and this person. It felt so good and right.

“Okay, piggy, that’s enough,” Aiden said finally, calling me over. When I got there, he told me to sit up and hold out my ‘hooves’.

I reared up in a begging position and snorted. I was right in character now. He buckled the pink cuffs around my wrists, and I saw him fighting a smile. “Look at you…all pale and flushed and horny. That cock is gonna poke me in the eye if it gets any bigger.”

I snorted. Aiden grinned.

“Over to the bench, piggy-wiggy,” he said, and I went where he led me. The hood and tail felt like a part of me now, and I fully embraced my debasement.

Aiden fastened me onto the spanking bench, with my ass and its little curly tail in the air, my cock jutting underneath. I settled into position, wondering what was in store.

“I think this little piggy is ready for milking,” Aiden said, and my vision might have blanked out. Suddenly, there was a hand on my neck, and Aiden was at my ear.

“Did you know that naughty little piggies who eat all the carrots get their cocks milked?”

Shame and embarrassment flushed me with heady heat. My cock pulsed, and bliss sparked from my stuffed innards.

I gave a little squeal of protest, but there wasn’t much force behind it.

“Quiet, now,” Aiden said.

He took hold of my squiggly tail and pulled gently. I felt the pressure from the plug inside me as it began to exit my body, stretching me wide as I squealed and moaned.

It squelched out of me with satisfying ease.

Aiden wrapped a cord around my cock and balls, and snapped it tight, giving my erection a slap in the meantime. I groaned as Aiden eased some kind of rubber prostate wand into my ass.

I stuttered a gasp when the hard ball at the end made contact.

“There,” Aiden said. “All right. Let’s get this piggy milked.”

The prostate wand began a gentle vibration that sent waves of soft delight through me. I made a very un-pig-like moan as the wand began to do its work. Aiden pressed the bulbous tip against my prostate to make sure I felt the vibration, stroking my cock and aiming it at the plastic sheet.

The sensation was indescribable. The psychological effect of being treated this way, like an animal in a milking pen, merged with the intense physical sensations. I closed my eyes, whimpering and moaning, as I leaked like a broken radiator under Aiden’s expert manipulations.

“That’s my good piggy. Enjoy your milking. Maybe I’ll let you come. We’ll see. But right now I’m getting plenty of semen from this procedure.”

Aiden milked my cock like it was a cow’s teat, and every now and then he’d shake it so that drops of seminal fluid landed on the plastic sheet, making little splats.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I wanted to come, but I also didn’t want this agonizing pleasure to stop. I was strung out on a wire of bliss as Aiden milked me until I didn’t think I had anything left, his hand on my cock, squeezing the juice out of me in tiny, trickling batches.

This was enough. This was everything.

Aiden shook my cock to get the last drips off.

“Good job, little piggy. Look at all that jizz. I’m a fucking artist.”

I craned my head and gazed at the plastic sheet, which had a Pollock design of milky splotches all over it.

I made a little squeal, and Aiden laughed. “Oh yes, my sweet little piggy. Now for your reward.” His voice was rough with desire and harsh with need.

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