The Trailer Man's Pig Ch. 03

"You fuckin' faggot. Yer gonna take my dick every fuckin' night." Slap, slap, slap. "Look at you, faggot, yer milkin my dick with that pussy."

The mysterious bear figure spread my cheeks.

"Get it sloppy and loose. Fuck yeah, fuck you bitch, you love this. Fuuuuuuck!"

I came. Darkness, then a light.

...

Streaming through the blinds, light cast down and warmed my body. Naked, my body slowly woke up, sliding around and grinding on the sheets, my brain fuzzy and immediately horny from my sticky morning wood. From the other room a pop and fizz of a beer can jolted my eyes open.

"Oh fuck me I forgot" I thought. I could hear the grunting and beer chugging sounds coming from the man that molested my throat and altered my brain chemistry. "It doesn't seem like he knows I'm awake."

The smell of cigarettes and dirty man filled my nose, and I instinctively looked around the now lit bedroom. A big dresser with a mirror was against the wall shared with the living room, covered in various junk/sex toys, clothes, ash tray, magazines. The floor had more clothes, a couple stains here and there, and a couple pairs of dumbbells sitting along the wall opposite the dresser, the opposite side of the room there was a slide-open closet.

I pulled the sheets up around my naked body only to throw them off of me again. I couldn't see them last night, but the bedsheets had a couple piss stains and cum stains. I was now remembering he wanted me to do laundry, and I was happy to do so.

"Pig?" He must've heard the rustling of the sheets.

"Ye-" I coughed a couple times not realizing how dry and dirty my mouth was. *clear throat* "Yes Sir, I just woke up."

"Well get up and get out here faggot. Yer wastin' the day."

I got out of bed and walked around to the door until I caught a look at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, and I could tell I smelled. My knees and legs were dirty, and the more I looked at myself the more I could taste how dirty my mouth was too.

"C'mon boy, get the fuck out outta bed and get out here."

I scrambled out into the living room and stood in front of my new Daddy.

I could hear some kind of 'How it's Made' documentary on the TV and in front of me Daddy sat in the same spot he was in last night, beer in one hand and cigarette in the other. His big hairy body, gut, dirty smell; he looked like an animal warming up in the sun. In my head I giggled at how blue collar and sexy he looked.

He looked at me and took a drag, before setting it in the tray next to him and placing his beer next to it.

"C'mere." I walked closer to him. He adjusted his cock in his surprisingly clean white briefs. "Right in front of Daddy."

I followed his order and stood between him and the TV, staring at his gruff manly face. I began to chub again and tried to cover my dick in embarrassment.

He reached out and batted my hands away from my dick. "Uh uh, don't cover that up."

He then grabbed my entire dick by the balls and shaft and I gasped. "This is mine remember?" He held his gaze with me as his hand slowly massaged my dick. He must've felt the cum from my wet dream, cause I watched his smirk turn into a scowl.

"Now I know I didn't tell you you could jack off yer tiny pecker." His tone was menacingly calm, his grip tightened. "What the fuck is this faggot? Speak the fuck up."

I froze up a little, "I... Sir... I pretty sure I came in my sleep, Sir. Last night was amazing and you really tired me out." Even my genitals hostage I cracked a smile thinking back on the dream. "I'm pretty sure I dreamt about you and when I woke up my dick was like that."

I studied his face and his suspicion slowly turned into a prideful smile. "Haha, well alright fag boy, I guess that makes sense. Fer a second there I thought you disobeyed me." He leaned in close, gripping my junk harder. I winced.

"You look a little scared. Do I scare you boy?"

I was. But after last night I was also feeling confident. "No Sir. I'm home now, and I'm yours, and that makes me excited."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I'm not mean enough then huh." He gripped harder and I could I could feel my dick and balls squishing hard together.

"Please Sir, it hurts, I want to make you happy."

"What if it makes me happy that it hurts, huh faggot?" Squeeze.

"Ah fuck!" I winced again and then met his gaze again. "Then I can take it -fuuuck- I just want to please you. Please daddy!"

He let go, of my dick and stood up, towering over me. He laughed and laughed and the. Ruffled up my already ruffled hair. "Ohhhhhhhh FUCK. That's a good boy. That's what I like to hear. Go ahead, take my drawers down and blow me. And don't stop till yer swallowin' my jizz."

My face lit up, "Thank you Sir!"

I reached up and pulled down his briefs to find his big dirty dick sleeping in his pubes. I cradled his hairy balls and pulled his growing dick into my hungry mouth. Memories of last night flooded my brain, I could taste residual piss and cum all over the length of his shaft. Man flavor hiding in every crease of his meat. He continued to grow in my throat, and I rubbed my face into his furry bush while my hands worked his big round nuts.

He held my face down and sat back down, "Hands up here on Daddy's nipples. Only mouth and throat on my dick."

"Mmyeffirr" I said greedily lapping my tongue and throating him.

My hands went up his furry belly and up to his nips. My fingers twirled around them and started to massage them slowly. He went back to smoking and finishing his beer, and the show continued to play behind me. I was in a happy place, surrounded by the smells of my daddy and the sound of my own hungry slurping.

This time around I was able to throat him fairly comfortably, which allowed me to show off a little more, getting his cock really wet and slurping louder.

"Real nice, clean up that slobber faggot."

"Oh fuck yes." I thought. A simple instruction, yet it drove me wild. I push myself down to the base and tried to open my throat while sucking up excess slobber. I knew there was some left so I quickly pulled off and went to work sucking his balls, taint, and pubes of all fallen slime.

"Good boy." He said blowing smoke in my face.

I felt his hand stop my head and I saw him bring that small black bottle under my nose. "Breathe in. You know well what this is now righ.? Makes you that much hungrier and sluttier for me."

All true, I inhaled through my left, and then through my right, and entered that fuzzy, cocksucker happy place.

He screwed the cap back on and brought my head back down. "Get on it."

My hands gripped his manly chest fur, and moaned as he slid his dick easily back down my throat.

Up and down, up and down, like a rag doll. More slobber, and more moaning, his hands now gripped the sides of my head. He took control and pumped down my throat until he held me down and shot his infamous ropes down my throat.

"Fuck, here's breakfast, faggot." He moaned loudly."

No more shooting up the nose, I knew what to do. As soon as he shot I began to swallow, and they all went down, gulp after gulp. Salty bear cum. He held me there and grunted as another big gulp of cum went down my throat.

I suddenly choked hard. I shot back off his dick from his grip and took a big inhale, coughing with saliva and cum all over my face, I looked over at Daddy and his face was angry. Looking down I saw more and more load pouring out of his cock. I immediately put my throat back onto his cum covered dick, and wrapped my lips around the base, only to be pulled back off by daddy's grip in my hair. He looked me in the eyes with a disappointed scowl, and popped me on the cheek before spitting into my face. His cheek pops weren't hard, but it was enough to snap me out of my faggy stupor.

Even with his disappointed scowl, he spoke calmly. "You pull that shit again and yer gonna regret it. When I'm cummin' down yer throat you think I want you pullin' off? You wanna be a good cocksucker don't'cha? I expect you to push yerself, you understand faggot? Take my cum, and be grateful yer even here. Yer daddy could'a thrown you out anywhere on the street, or to the police. But he didn't. He brought you to me. You know how many boys would die to be where you are right now, slobberin' and sucking down gallons of man nut? You get me faggot?"

"Yes Daddy I understa-" he popped me on the cheek again.

"Good, finish yer job." He let my face go and I was crushed. I had totally let him down. I was a bad faggot. I slurped up the fallen load where I could find it, and then back to caressing him and sucking him deep.

He let out a big sigh and his belly rose and fell under my arms. "I got a lot of work to do today so I'm startin' you off with the basics." He began as he lit another cigarette. I listened as I worked on cleaning his cock.

"This happens every mornin'. You will blow me and you WILL eat my cum. I'll wake you up with me so that you don't miss out on my morning wood like you did today... After yer done swallowin' yer breakfast, you can make us some food in the kitchen while I get ready for my day. I work on cars for folks in town, and here at the trailer I got a small barn where I do other small wood and metal working projects. While I'm doin that yer gonna be in here cleanin' and trainin' yerself for my pleasure. I'll let you know what yer to work on each day. You fuck up yer trainin' or make my home any messier than it is yer out."

He picked my head up as I had just finished sucking some slime off his hairy nuts. "You got that fag?"

I was still crushed that I disappointed him. "Yes Sir. I get to suck your big perfect dick every day. Then you work. I train and clean. Every day is different... Daddy it sounds perfect... and... I'm sorry... I'll be better. I've never had the chance done any of this before. I really do want to be a good cocksucker. The best, for you."

"Yeah, I know ya do... so you better do as I say. Did you like suckin' this big dick last night and today?" He gripped it in his big hand and smacked it on my face.

"Yessir!" I kept sticking out my tongue to try and taste him more. "I can still clean it more if you like."

"No, I'll do the rest myself in the shower. I don't take many but you caught me after almost a week of no shower. You got lucky, ha!" He laughed. "You make breakfast. Eggs in the fridge, bacon below the eggs, coffee in the top left cabinet, dishes in the sink. I also wasn't done explainin' how yer life's gonna go here, but I'll get to it later. Hop to it boy"

"Yes Sir!"

And to it I went. I managed to find everything, and began to make breakfast in the nude. I stopped for a second with the eggs in hand to crack, and realized just how hungry and thirsty I was. I grabbed a cup from the kitchen and got water from the sink, slamming down the whole thing, and then filling it again before savoring the cool water as it soothed my dehydrated body. I gasped and water fell from my chin onto my chest.

"Fuck me." I thought.

A little bit later, the kitchen was a mess, but I'd take care of that after Daddy left to work. I heard him humming in the shower, and smiled to myself. I was filthy, ha! I was hoping I could join him in the shower but I guess my shower would come later too.

The shower turned off just as I was scrambling the eggs in the leftover bacon grease. Daddy walked out in a wife beater and briefs, and threw a pair of jeans on the chair before sitting down. The hair on his body was wet and darker from the water and I stopped and stared at him. He was truly a big wet bear. More fur than skin. He beamed back at me.

"And what are you so happy about faggot boy?"

"You're so sexy Daddy. You're the opposite of me. Really fuckin hairy, big, muscly, manly. I just want to be yours." I blushed.

"Ha! I got way more fat than muscle!! I must'a fucked the brains right outta that messy head of yers. You look a mess boy. After we eat, and I leave, take a shower before yer chores."

It's true, he was a fat hairy bear, his firmness probably came from his day to day work, but it looked so good on him, and he was so big it looked like godly muscle to me.

"You got it Sir!" I poured the bacon and eggs onto his plate and sat down across from him.

We dug into the food while the tv played in the background. The crispy bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs tasted so good as I ate, and after I swallowed I took another gulps of water before putting the cup down and looked at the ceiling.

"Oh my god." I said in ecstasy. "So good."

Daddy looked over at me and saw my plate was almost finished while he still had half of his plate left.

"Boy, when the last time you ate?"

I looked back down at him and he looked mildly concerned.

"Umm well Sir..." I tried to think. "I got here last night, before that, my father, he had me locked in my room all since morning. The plumber was there early, so I was more worried about jerking than eating, so probably the night before... I think that's like a day and a half."

He dropped his fork on the table and stared at me. "That fuckin asshole." Daddy growled, I saw his hairy hands clench into fists. He took a breath and exhaled before picking his fork back up. "Make sure you eat more when I leave alright? As sad as it is a faggot needs more than just piss and cum to live, I don't want you dyin' on me ya'hear?"

I was touched, he was so sweet to be concerned. "Rough, and kind." I thought.

"Yessir I promise."

"Good." He said before going back to his plate.

We ate the rest of our food quietly, and occasionally I would steal glances at him while he ate the food I made him. He only caught me twice, and both times he said, "You horny little fucker."

With a chug of his beer, and a hefty burp, daddy slapped his belly with pride. "Damn nice job boy! Better than what I make, fer sure. Normally you can't shut me up like that."

I smiled back and stood with him as he finished dressing on his way to the door.

"Alright Boy. Clean the kitchen, and do as much laundry as you can, startin' with the bedsheets. After that you can put on some underwear and take a nap or somethin', and for crying out loud eat somethin' else. I'll be back around 2:00."

He sat to tie his work boots and continued to give his instructions. "You know what you made such a good meal I want you to make me some lunch too, whatever you can make'll be fine."

He tied his last lace and stood up to walked out the door. "You got all that, or is that too much for that fag brain?"

Without thinking I got close and gave him a hug, letting my hands run over the back of his t-shirt. "Yes Daddy I understand. Shower, laundry, kitchen, and lunch."

He pulled me off of him, and looked down at me. "You little fucker you haven't even showered yet. I'll get dirty enough on my own ha!" He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a long kiss. He commanded my mouth and dominated the inside of my mouth with his tongue. I responded with my own tongue trying to compliment his, but he pushed me away before I could get into a rhythm.

"Get to work faggot. Daddy's gonna be back later."

I stood naked and watched him lumber away toward his truck and he pulled away down the dirt path.

I couldn't believe it. Daddy was right, any fag would've lucky to be where I was... wherever this was...

"Wait a minute" I said to myself, I stepped out onto the trailer porch naked and looked around at the empty surrounding, trees and dirt path far as I could see. I had no fuckin clue where I was.

I was alone... a million thoughts ran through my head. Is this normal? Do I try to run? Where would I go? Do I run to the police? Do I try to talk to my dad? Do I Care? Do I really want this? I went back inside as thoughts continued to race, until I saw Daddy's briefs on the floor and a couple dirty socks. I paused and thought about the boots he'd put on, how he said he hadn't showered in a week.

The perv in me took over and I rushed to pick them up. like a horny goblin I inhaled his rank foot smell, instantly popping a boner.

"Oh fuck this man is a dream."

I went back to the bedroom and looked at the laundry all over and the dirty sheets before looking at myself in the mirror again. He was right, I was really filthy. I liked it. He made me this filthy, except for my own father's piss from the night prior. Now I had a new Daddy. A new Daddy who gave me a list to complete. And I wasn't going to fail him! Let's get to work, faggot!

After my shower, I spent the next few hours doing laundry, switching things over when they were done. Sheets, done, clothes done. Kitchen clean and organized. I decided to take the liberty of tidying up more, organizing his assortment mechanic and porn magazines. I put them in a neat pile on the coffee table and my eyes were drawn toward the bottle on the corner table. A black bottle that had "Pig Scent" on the side. I got hard thinking about the slut I became for my Daddy. I wanted to sniff it and play with his toys in the bedroom.

"NO. Don't do it, he'll be upset." I convinced myself.

That did get me thinking. I went to the bedroom and looked at his toys. Dildos, gags, plugs, as far as the eye could see. Some were crusty, some super clean. "I should clean these too......"

I picked up one of the dildos, slightly thinner than Daddy's cock, but just as long. It had what looked like dried cum and ass juice all over it. My mouth hung open and temptation got the best of me. I attached it to the wall and inhaled its scent deeply. "Oh fuck". I put the head in mouth and moaned. This had to have been in daddy's ass. This big burly man has this cock toy in his hairy ass, and he probably used his own cum as lube - he certainly had enough, and here I was sucking it down and cleaning it with my throat. The flavor was incredible. I hadn't been this sneaky and pervy in a while.

I cleaned it throughly, locked my lips around the base and swallowed my own slime off the dildo as I sucked it to the tip.

...

"That little faggot." The big bear frowned while watching his new boy toy feverishly suck his ass flavor off his dildo.

...

It was almost 2 and lunch was almost ready. I had eaten a little after I had spent some time cleaning his toys and putting them back on the dresser, but the taste of the toys lingered in my mouth, and I was a happy fag.

In the distance I heard a truck pull up and I immediately got excited. The sound of boots on gravel, then wooden stairs, and the door creaking open to the trailer.

"Daddy!" I beamed holding a plate with some sandwiches. "Welcome ho..."

"Put that down." He said sternly.

I was stunned, he looked angry. "I was havin' a good day at work, and decided to check on you," he pointed to a small camera in the corner of the kitchen, and my heart sank. "You think that's the only one? They ain't just for intruders, I have them all over to make sure my faggot is obeyin' orders."

"I-" my heart sank, I knew immediately he had seen me on his toy.

"Yer gettin' punished. Yer trainin' starts now. Sit in the floor while I eat." His stripped off his boots, and his a big hairy toe stuck out of his sock. Off came his belt and his dirty jeans fell, revealing another piss stained brief. He walked over to the table and sat in front of the lunch I made him.

"Head on the floor now." He pointed down by his foot.

I was looking at him fearfully as my forehead touched the dirty floor.

I felt his foot come to the back of my head and roll my face around until his dirty socked foot had my head sandwiched between it and the tile.

He scrunched and spread his toes, rubbing and grinding his foot against my cheek and nose. The smell was manly, and my little boner was at full attention.

He ate in silence while I lay motionless, and quiet.

He let out a big burp after he drank the beer I laid out with his meal.

"Get to the bed faggot. I'd say I was impressed with how well you sucked that toy of mine, but I'm more disappointed that you didn't listen. I'm pretty sure I only told you to clean this place up." He snapped and pointed at the bed. "Get on all fours. Face the bed frame."

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry-"

"No faggot! No sorry from you. You acted like a filthy pig and it was expected, but I gave you a warnin'. You wanna suck on toys while daddy is out workin', fine. This is what's gonna happen cause of yer actions."

I positioned myself on the bed as he fully undressed behind me.

Plop. On the bed frame in front of me he put the dildo I had sucked off earlier. "Get yer throat on it now faggot."

I shed a tear thinking about how I disappointed him but my tiny dick was so excited. I pushed my head down until it was sitting comfortably in my throat.

"Stay there." He said as he attached a strap between the toy and the suction cup, and then hooked it to metal circle on my collar. I didnt dare move.

"You need to learn boy."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

My ass stung, and a scream left my filled throat. I tried to lurch forward but it only penetrated me further onto the dildo.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Daddy please I'm sorry! Please!!!" I shouted and gagged with my throat plunged by the toy, fairly sure none of it was audible or intelligible.

The spanking stopped. And his hand rested on my slightly furry ass. I shook and sobbed knowing I'd fucked up. I was humiliated.

"I'm so sorry Daddy" I said again hoping it was over.

He gripped my ass hard, and he grunted. SPANK! One final smack before he then left the trailer without saying a word.

Silence.