Piggy's Corn Hole Pt. 01

Harry had never had a massage. How could he even consider putting some poor masseur through the torture of massaging his fat body? A guy he once chatted with online had assured him, "they are professionals; they work with all body types. Your fears are irrational. Just book it and let it happen. You'll be glad you did." Harry was unconvinced.

His back was killing him. He had put on even more weight, especially in his already plump ass, which created an unnatural bend in his lower back. After a day of sitting in an office chair, that bulbous ass had his back in knots. As he walked around the city, slowing trudging to his parked car, his massive calves dragged his girth along in measured, grinding steps. How those calves ached! Surely a massage would help.

Then a stroke of genius! He would scour the online personals of a site for local chubby chasers until he found a chaser who also worked as a professional massage therapist. A long shot, yes, but entirely possible since he lived in South Florida, one of the nation's largest concentrations of gay men. If the masseur was, himself, aroused by the bodies of fat men, then all Harry's concerns would be instantly neutralized. Out of all these Florida chubby chasers, there had to be at least one with a license, a heavy-duty massage table, and a jumbo bottle of oil!

The idea made Harry's little dick spring to life. The troublesome little cock pushed past the confines of its fatpad and engorged to its full three inches which meant little more than the purple head found freedom from the warm fat in which it usually lay buried. On the chubby chaser app, Harry found three prospects. One had not been active for more than a year. One was more than 300 miles away. The last one was close, but probably not realistic. The dude was 29, a casual bodybuilder, with a lengthy profile that included many details about what attracted him to other men and an even longer list of disqualifying factors. Front and center was the statement: "Do not contact me if you don't have a face pic on your profile."

There's no way Harry would ever put his face on a gay dating app. He worked for an influential Palm Beach based NGO, the donors to which would not look kindly on the revelation that one of their executives was shopping himself out to gay chubby chasers. Especially since Harry's profile contained certain squalid details about his submissive fantasies that were more than enough to deep six any respectable, high-profile career. Harry practiced discretion, and that's the first quality he looked for in any potential encounter. So, he wrote the guy a detailed letter and hoped for the best.

A reply came in a few minutes, and Harry's big heart and tiny dick both shrank. A note that was brief, curt, and professional read, "I would be glad to schedule you for a session. Let me know when you are available." Harry needed a lot more information than that! At age 49, it was no exaggeration to describe him as a near-virgin who had been married to his job for most of his adult life. This arrangement brought enormous financial gains; Harry was seriously loaded. It also caused him to live out his years with only a few intimate encounters, mostly disastrous and mostly with women. Despite this, Harry's head swirled with sexual fantasies. Despite its small size, his tiny dick ruled the hulking, lard-bound man to which it was attached. All those years of pent up frustration spinning out in a lust fever of humiliation fantasies that he wished with all his might he could obliterate from his world. Every effort to do so had come to no avail.

Luckily, the email also included the guy's phone number, so Harry plucked up some courage and called him. When he answered, Harry assumed the tone he would take with a routine business call, even though nothing about what he hoped would transpire could be described as routine.

Again, to Harry's chagrin, the younger man--who introduced himself as Justin--took a professional, businesslike posture during most of the call until Harry just bluntly addressed his most pressing question, "So Justin, your profile leads me to assume you are attracted to fat guys?"

"Yes, very much so," he answered.

"Did you see my photos," Harry asked?

"Yes, I did."

"Well, Justin, what I'm getting at is... well, for some reason, it's hard for me to go forward with something like this if you are put off by the shape and proportions of my body. That's why I came to you rather than just finding a generic masseur who might 'grin and bear it' all the while being disgusted by my body."

"I saw your photos, and I read your profile carefully," Justin said nonchalantly. "I will really enjoy having you on my table. In fact, you are just my type."

Boom! Those were the magic words Harry had been wanting to hear, and it seemed tight-lipped Justin was wise enough to know that. Harry smiled, and as his breathing and heart rate increased, he scheduled a session for the next day.

Trying to maintain that confident tone, Harry noticed his voice was a little higher and tighter. As he was about to end the call, Justin made another statement that wound Fat Harry like a clock. "Might better clear your afternoon, as the first session can run way long. There might be some things we need to deal with, and I want to have plenty of time. There will be no extra charge for that, but it could take a while."

"Ok, Justin, you got it," Harry said in a softer voice, like he was grasping at his composure. "Afternoon will be cleared...

Harry canceled everything for the next day. He was to meet Justin at 1pm. He had a light breakfast, and on a whim gave himself an enema so he wouldn't need a bathroom break. He showered and scrubbed every inch of his body until he was a glowing pink blob. He was as clean as he could possibly be, inside and out. He opted for clothing that would make him feel confident: a crisp white shirt, charcoal gray wool dress pants that he'd had custom tailored to fit his enormous ass, new black socks, and a pair of black wingtips. He meticulously groomed himself in every possible way, fussing over tiny details. His hair and nails were perfect. He spritzed his chest and crotch with fragrance and put on his gold watch before deciding against it, not wanting to be worried about it during the session.

On the drive down, he went over again and again in his mind how he would greet Justin and what he would say. Harry had suggested via text that a suite at the Hilton might be suitable, but Justin insisted they meet at his apartment because "the table I need for you is very heavy and not really portable," he had said. Harry was pleased to discover that the apartment was in an upscale gated community. He was nothing, if not punctual, and he meant to be neither late nor early. He had only a moment to collect his courage and walk up to Justin's door.

When the door opened, Harry's blood pressure rose. Justin was a beautiful man. He was taller than Harry, about 6' 2", and wore form fitting light gray shorts and a white tank top. He was muscular with a swimmer's kit of long, thick muscles. He was dirty blonde with smooth, tanned skin and a bronze, youthful look like he spent half his life at the beach. His chest and arms were dusted with light brown body hair, and his face looked like he had to shave every day. He offered his hand, and Harry shook it and felt the hard grip of his large hand that engulfed Harry's soft, pudgy one. Justin stared at Harry for such a long moment that Harry began to feel uncomfortable. Justin made no effort to hide his eyes that roamed over Harry head to foot while they stood in the doorway.

Justin seemed to have made his mind up about something, and he stepped aside, pointed to the couch in his living room, and said, "Have a seat, Harry."

Harry sat down and noticed how neat, and well-appointed the room was in a tropical, south Florida style. The couch was sturdy, and Harry felt at ease. Justin picked up his iPad and sat down very close beside Harry so that his muscular thigh was slightly touching Harry's fat thigh tightly encased like a gigantic sausage by the thin fabric of his dress pants.

"Harry, I think I know why you are here," Justin said deftly gesturing on his iPad. "When you contacted me about a massage, I checked you out online. I have to be careful. I have to know who is coming into my home. So I searched both your name and your username and also some keywords from the text of your profile." Justin seemed to have loaded what he was looking for, and he held Harry's gaze, smiling as he spoke. Justin reached down with his huge right hand and adjusted his package, which seemed to Harry to have grown in the seconds since this little speech began.

Harry immediately knew Justin had found out more about him than he meant to disclose. Fear started to rise. What kinds of lust-fueled filth had he found posted on a dozen fetish story and dating sites? He could barely even remember what could be out there, and now Justin had found some of that! His eyes darted from Justin's smiling face to the door.

"Harry, I found this blog of yours," Justin said, grinning.

"Justin, that is supposed to be password protected. It's not meant to be open for just anyone to read," Harry said, while sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Well, Harry, I'm so glad it wasn't password protected, because it's just about the hottest thing I've ever read. I don't want to embarrass you... at least not yet..." Justin laughed like he cared less and less about tip-toeing around Harry's feelings with every passing second. "But I want to... I need to ask you about some of this stuff."

Justin looked down at his iPad and shifted his position slightly on the sofa. Now he was even closer, and he leaned over to show Harry the screen. "This part, Harry, where you talk about your submissive fantasies and all this crazy stuff you think about. Is this really you? Would you actually go through with some of these acts? I mean, I believe it... your writing convinced me. But is this the real you?" Justin pointed to a blog post Harry had written about being forced to eat a large quantity of messy food in a particularly humiliating way.

Harry found himself unable to answer. He stuttered out an attempt to respond, all his bravado and confidence draining away.

Justin did not let him finish. "Look, Harry, I consider myself a Top but not really a Dom. I don't have much experience in that area, but when I look at these photos of your body all oiled up--did you take these pictures? (Harry nodded) And putting yourself on display like this--hell, the title of your blog is A Fat Pig on Display!"

"Justin, I don't know what you want me to say. I get horny and I write that stuff, and that's what I think about nearly every day." Harry said, finding his voice for a moment.

"Well, Harry, your massage is about to start, and you are going to do everything that I tell you. If you don't want to do it, just speak up and say so," Justin said staring into Harry's eyes. He turned his iPad off and laid it aside.

"Harry, you said in your email that it was important to you that I get off on what we do here. Well, that will need to be quite a lot more than just a massage. And I can tell you, I'm already getting off on seeing you bulging out of those clothes." Justin reached over and placed his hand flat on Harry's fat thigh and rubbed back and forth down between his legs and back up. "I've never seen such fat thighs, Harry. They're huge."

Harry's breathing got ragged, and his little dick would have been tenting his trousers if it weren't buried in fat.

"I know just what a pig like you needs," Justin said, rubbing Harry's thigh and smiling. Then he raised his hand and slapped that fat thigh with great force and stood up. Harry jumped and started trying to stand quickly. As Justin stood, Harry saw the enormous bulge in his crotch and he was aroused and comforted by the sight.

"I have some rules for you, Harry. They are just for you. No one else in the world has to follow these rules; but you do. First, take off all your clothes immediately upon entering my apartment. Just strip- no socks, no underwear, nothing and don't make me tell you twice. This applies for today and for any future visits. Pigs don't wear clothes in this house."

Harry had managed to stand and stared, in shock at Justin.

"Strip, now, Harry! Right now! " Justin said, raising his voice as Harry started un-tucking his shirt. "Second, don't sit on my furniture. You sit on the floor... pigs are down on the floor. If some exception to this rule should arise, I will make it clear. I want to see the absolute horror show of your fat ass trying to get up off the floor."

Harry's face flushed beet red. He was sweating profusely and free falling into a confused, but very compliant state of sexual submission. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. As he removed his dress shirt and undershirt he felt the cool air of the AC on his nipples. They felt engorged with arousal like they must be the size of dinner plates. Justin ogled him, helping remove his shirt.

"Look at those tits. Wow! Pig, if only you could be hooked up to a milking machine. Nah, just joking, Harry, I love them. You bloated fat fuck. Look at those rolls! They go all the way around to the back."

Justin slowly circled around Harry. "Chop, chop fatty," he said as Harry hesitated before undoing his pants.

In his peripheral vision he could see Justin bulging obscenely at the crotch, and, as before, it gave him comfort and assurance to go on. Down came the pants.

"Ah tighty whities, of course... in size 10,000," Justin said laughing, his beautiful blue eyes roaming over Harry's gigantic hind quarters, bending over to get a look up between his legs from behind.

Harry took a deep breath and slid his briefs down, revealing the colossal white globes of his ass cheeks split down the middle by what was surely among the world's longest ass-cracks.

"Whoa! Holy shit! Look at that fat ass! There are so many things I want to do with that lard stack!"

Harry stood naked on display in Justin's living room and tried to figure out what to do with his hands. Justin suddenly got quiet and came all the way around him and crouched down in front of him looking closely at Harry's tiny dick and balls. The shame of this situation was intense. Justin's face was so close to Harry's little penis, so close that Harry could feel his breath on his tiny damp cockhead and the worthless little acorn retreated back into its butter-roll. Justin stared in obvious bewilderment.

"Does it work? I mean, you said you jerk off in your blog, so it does function, right?"

"Yes, it does," Harry said.

"Wow," Justin said, standing and looking Harry in the face. "Harry, you are a true pig. I'm so glad you came today. It has been my fantasy since childhood to be able to abuse an indulgent hog like yourself. I see your kind waddling around the city, cramming every kind of trash food down your fat gullet. Sweating and farting you go along without a care in the world, packing on pounds with all the fast food and ice cream. And those of us who care about our bodies are working our asses off every day to stay healthy and fit while you indulge yourself day and night."

Justin paused and it seemed to Harry that he could go on like this for a long time. It seemed he had a lot more to say on this subject, but had checked himself.

He continued in a softer tone, leaning in close to Harry's face, "Now, do you want me to continue to speak openly and honestly with you, or should I treat you like a normal person, which you clearly are not. Should I pretend that you are not this half-ton blob of butter standing in my living room? Do you want honest Justin, or polite Justin?"

Harry felt so exposed standing there naked as this towering athlete lectured him. "Please be honest," Harry said. "You can say anything you want to me."

"Good answer Piggy. That's exactly what I'd hoped you'd say." And then, for the first time since Harry disrobed, Justin touched him. He took Harry's hand and placed placed it on his own bulging crotch. "Feel this, fatty? You got me all hot and bothered." Justin pressed Harry's hand into his bulge and moved it up and down a little. Harry felt the heavy bulk of it and the heat radiating from it. Harry could only think of one thing: dropping to his knees and pressing his face into that bulge.

Justin moved even closer and Harry felt the heat from his neck and face as Justin leaned in and spoke softly in his ear, "Are you going to let me have fun with you?"

Harry's heart was beating out of his chest, and his tiny dick re-emerged, reaching with all its pathetic might for the beautiful man standing so close. "Yes, Justin. Yes!" came Harry's breathless whisper.

"Okay tubby, have a seat for a minute or two," Justin said as he turned and walked into the kitchen. He came back with a Dunkin Donuts box and an enormous "big-gulp" cup of milk. "You good with lactose?"

"Uh yeah," Harry said, unsure if he was agreeing to something he might regret.

Justin sat on the sofa and, using a fork as if he did not even want to touch them, put three Boston Creme donuts on a plate. "Pig, sit down!"

Harry quickly began the painfully awkward process of getting first to his knees and then onto his ass on the floor. This horrible ballet entranced Justin, who sat spellbound, saying nothing, his eyes fixed on the pained bracing procedure. When he finally reached a sitting position, Harry's balls were smashed on the floor in a sideways fashion. The head of his dick was completely unseen.

Justin snapped back to life and placed the plate with the donuts and the milk on the floor by Harry. "Eat up, Piggy. Can't let you fool around and lose an ounce from all this aerobic activity."

Harry looked at the donuts and felt sick. He was in no mood to eat anything. "Justin, I'm really not hungry at all. I'd rather not; maybe later," he said.

Justin glared at Harry sternly and reached down to take the plate back. He angrily added three more huge chocolate-covered, cream-filled pastries to the plate, which barely held them. He got up and went to the kitchen and came back with a second "big-gulp" size cup filled with milk identical to the first one and placed the plate and both cups next to him. "

"Massage starts when that's in your belly. The more you hesitate, the more you will have to eat. Don't come in here with that ass the size of a damn dairy cow and pretend like you don't eat. Tits hanging off you like some kind of sow in a barnyard and suddenly you're a demure little super-model who can't eat a few donuts! You are a fat hog that eats enough food for three or four grown men every day. Now fill that lard tank, so we can get started." Justin grabbed his iPad and reached for the pile of Harry's clothes.

Harry slowly raised a pastry to his mouth and started eating. On first bite, a huge wad of filling fell on his chest. "Would you have a napkin?" Harry asked as the sticky filling oozed down one breast.

Justin found it very amusing and started laughing. "Yeah, I got a napkin, but I like watching you eat without one." As Harry tried to eat what was left of his first doughnut and lick up all the filling that fell out, he realized Justin was staring again. "Harry, you are making me so happy right now."

"Glad to help," Harry said wondering how he would ever get all that milk and donuts down his throat.

Justin held up Harry's pants, first holding them up in amazement, stretching the waistband to its fullest extent before locating the size tag. Finding it, he appeared to read it again and again with a confused expression before using his phone to snap a picture of the tag. As Harry filled his gullet with Boston creme donuts, Justin cataloged the sizing tags of each of Harry's garments. Harry had no idea why, but his lust-filled and now sugar-addled brain concentrated on the task at hand. Harry had been utterly transformed from the self-possessed executive who had entered this apartment only moments prior into a morbidly obese blob sitting naked on the floor, feeding his face in a lusty haze that seemed to temporarily steal 30 IQ points. His brain could think of only one thing: that moment his chubby hand was sandwiched between Justin's warm paw and that bulging crotch that emanated heat like a nuclear reactor between Justin's muscled thighs.

Harry groaned as Justin looked on. "I can't finish," his eyes rolled in his sweaty face, and he hoped for mercy. He had one left and about half of a big gulp of milk.

Justin got up quickly and grabbed a small chair from the breakfast table. He positioned it directly in front of Harry and sat down, legs wide apart, right in front of Harry's face. He looked at Harry and said, "Get your last one now. Pick it up."

Harry obeyed and held it, looking at it. It seemed the size of a football. His belly was so tight. He wanted the sticky, sweet mess cleaned off of his face, hands, and chest so badly. What must he look like sitting there like that?

Justin scooted his chair closer so that Harry's face was in the space between his wide-open legs. Harry held the pastry in his hand very close to his face. "Harry, I want you to stuff your fat mouth with that delicious pastry right now, or I am going to do it for you. I told you, you are going to eat the food I brought for you, and that is exactly what is about to happen. It will all be in your belly. This will be central to every one of our meetings together."

Harry took a little bite and fought the urge to gag. How did he fill up so fast? It was the milk... so much milk! Justin then did something that snapped Harry to attention instantly. He took that precious right hand of his and reached into those stretchy shorts and fished out the most gorgeous pink cock Harry had ever seen in his life. The balls were shaven smooth and perfect, swollen with Justin's obvious desire. The cock looked to be 8ish when hard, and at this moment it was thick and spongy, on the cusp of a real erection, and coursing with blood. The head rose up and pointed right toward Harry's face. How could it be so perfect, Harry thought? Even through the sickening sweetness of the doughnut he held, he could smell Justin's crotch. It smelled mildly of soap and skin. It served to further intoxicate Harry, having his face so close to the object of his intense desire.

Justin made it bob a little and said, "eat your food and drink your milk, Piggy, and don't get any of that shit on me."

Harry stared at the beautiful cock hanging just inches from his mouth and slowly finished, his aching belly swelling even more. When the last morsel was chewed and the last ounce swallowed, Justin deftly tucked his cock back in his shorts and stood, replacing the chair.

"Stand up, pig," Justin said as walked quickly to another part of the apartment.

Harry raised himself into a tripod and slowly brought himself to his feet with great effort. The contrast of Justin speeding about swift and nimble while Harry struggled to drag his enormous body up off the floor was not lost on either men.

Justin returned with a towel that had been lightly dampened with warm water. He began to lightly wipe Harry's chest, circling each of his pink nipples now enlarged with desire, his fatty heart thumping loud enough for both to hear. Justin silently wiped Harry's body. He moved to Harry's sweaty face and lovingly wiped his forehead and mouth. Harry was breathing heavily as Justin wiped his lips and mouth repeatedly. Harry felt fully owned by Justin in this moment, as if he were a prized pet being wiped down by his handler. Finally, Justin took Harry's hands, staring at them intently and wiped each finger, careful to remove the sugary glaze from every part.

Harry felt himself cave in inside. Emotions flooded his brain. He felt fully engulfed in a soup of submissive desire for this man. Justin finished and turned, taking the empty cups and plate to the kitchen. Harry thought it was considerate of Justin to warm the towel, and it calmed his swiftly beating heart. He walked casually into the spotless kitchen, feeling that a bit of his dignity had been restored, even though he stood there naked and on display.

Justin finished at the sink and turned around, looking at the enormous whale standing in the streaming sunlight of the kitchen.

"You ready for a workout, fatty," he said as he picked up the towel and began twirling it in the air.

Harry knew what was coming and turned toward the living room just as Justin snapped the towel popping his right ass cheek, which caused Harry to yelp and turn in disbelief only to see Justin reloading for another snap, this time even harder. Harry turned one way and then another, trying to shield his ass from the onslaught, but Justin was lightning fast and popped his lower belly, which caused Harry to turn frantically and grab the spot. Justin, began laughing hysterically at the "dancing pig" effect and hollered out "Sooooweeeee!" as he reloaded and caught Harry's ass on the other cheek. The jiggling and frantic Harry moved into the livingroom, trying to anticipate Justin's next target, turning first one way and then the next, but in no way a match for the speed and precision arrayed against him. Pop! Harry squealed at the top of his lungs as the whip-like corner of the damp towel caught the center of his ball sac. Harry doubled over, and Justin relented, as if knowing the killing blow had been struck.

"Man, you made my day just now. You are one sexy pig!" Justin said, reaching for his phone to frame a photo.

Harry looked up and saw a full boner tenting Justin's shorts. He felt the welts starting to rise. His pink skin welted easily, burning and itching where the towel had whipped him. But the sight of Justin's crotch filled him with hot desire and with dread. Harry knew in that moment that Justin's greatest excitement of the day so far resulted from the humiliating 'pig in distress' dance as Justin gleefully welted his smooth skin with the towel-whip. This spoke volumes to Harry about how Justin was wired. His over-sized testicles ached, but Harry knew Justin got off on it, and that was the total rush that scared Harry the most. Harry knew he would submit to anything this man wanted from him.

Justin snapped photos with his phone, and Harry stood there clutching his balls. They had agreed via email that Justin could record and photograph any part of the session as long as the footage was never shared, and now he was starting to regret that decision. Harry turned away from the clicking phone, and Justin came in closer and continued to snap pics of Harry's fat ass.

Justin adjusted his cock, still fully erect. "Harry, you fat fuck. I am really looking forward to working with you. Today I'm going to find the source of that tension and help you release it. Come into my studio and let's get started."

Justin motioned Harry into the massage studio set up in what was meant to be the master bedroom. Like everything else, it was spotless and orderly. The heavy-duty massage table stood in the center. At one end of the room there was an alcove created of mirrors on three sides. Justin walked next to Harry and placed his hand on Harry's ass, squeezing and rubbing it. He steered Harry by his ass toward the mirrors.

"Harry, I want to photograph us together. I want to try and capture the enormous contrast between us." This was posed as a statement of intent, not a request. Justin removed his tank and positioned Harry in the center of the three mirrors. Harry gazed at himself in the mirrors, which afforded front and side views. My god, I'm so huge, he thought.

Justin had picked up a spray bottle and started to spritz Harry all over. Harry realized it was oil as soon as Justin began spreading it with his free hand. He sprayed and spread everywhere, running his strong hand into every crack and crevice. Head to tow he covered Harry's fat with oil and took what seemed to Harry like an eternity doing so. When he finally seemed satisfied, he put the bottle down and flipped a switch that turned on a bank of bright lights. It took Harry's breath away to see his fat body glistening like an oiled up piece of meat. Justin was smiling as he removed his shorts and stood naked next to Harry.

Harry had thought this might be a one shot portrait from straight on, but Justin had other ideas.

"Stick that fat leg out, Harry," Justin said as he took a comparison shot of their legs side by side. Justin took no effort to hide his amazement as every angle elicited exclamations of "good god" "holy shit, look at that bloated thigh" and "how can you even function as a human being?"

Next came the cocks. Justin was about half hard, and his thick cock arched out and downward from his body. He pushed his pelvis as close as possible to Harry's tiny cock, buried in fat atop his big pink ball-sack.

Harry felt devastated, but resigned to the scene unfolding. He had not realized this would be such a keen interest for Justin. The asses came last, and Justin took a while to get what he wanted. He stared at the pic, and showed it briefly to Harry. Justin was very pleased and rubbed Harry ass again vigorously. "Man and Pig is what I will call this set, Justin said as his fingers vigorously rubbed up and down Harry's ass-crack, ever so lightly brushing asshole. "Now let's get you up on that table."

"Face up first, Piggy," Justin said helping Harry lie down without slipping from all the oil. Harry felt completely exposed and vulnerable, even more than before as Justin circled the table allowing his hand to lightly drag across Harry's body. Harry was now Justin's fat prey.

"In order to figure out the location and source of your physical stress, I need to know more about you. I typically don't talk to clients during a massage, but you know, Harry, that you are different in all ways from most of my other clients, right?" Justin did not wait for an answer. "So you answer quietly and be brief when I ask you a question, and try to listen to what I am saying because it is important." Harry was highly aroused as he noticed that Justin was still naked and his beautiful cock at about 90% erection bobbed up and down as he walked.

Justin began at Harry's feet and worked his way up. Harry immediately relaxed, having never felt anything like it in his entire life. Justin used both hands to roughly massage Harry's huge thighs, taking special interest on the soft inner parts closest to his crotch.

"Do you wish your cock were bigger, Piggy?"

"Oh god yes," Harry answered quietly.

"Does it make you feel inferior to other men?" Justin massaged Harry's public mound deeply but avoided touching his cock, which was as hard as Harry had ever known it to get: angry, red and throbbing.

"Yes, it does make me feel inferior," Harry replied.

"The one thing a man is designed to do above all else is to use his dick to penetrate," Justin said, taking a fast swipe over Harry's little cock, but you can't do that can you? "

Harry shuddered, and Justin thumped the head of Harry's cock three times hard with his finger. Harry grunted and winced but did not move.

"Don't you come, lard bucket! We are just getting started."

Justin continued in a softer tone, "I believe that you are genetically inferior, and that's why you seek out men to serve. That's why your greatest pleasure is to be of service and amusement to a man like me." Justin said this, now kneading Harry's lower belly which was filled with pastries and milk. His thumb hooked into the deep navel and he roughly shook Harry's lard. Justin paused his speech for long periods as he pushed and pulled and even slapped Harry's fat belly.

"I believe that some men are born to conquer and some are born to serve. The later group will never be happy and fulfilled in life until they get on their knees and kiss the asses of the first group." Justin now worked Harry's arms, taking special care to squeeze the "fat wings" of his upper arms.

Harry's mind swirled around the words Justin had spoken. It was something he had thought many times but had never heard anyone brave enough to speak out loud. He felt Justin's large hands on his breasts, kneading them roughly and his fingers encircling his nipples harder and harder. He pinched the tender nipples and then rubbed then again and again. Harry knew his nipples were very sensitive, and that he could cum just from having them touched. This sent him into hyperspace, but every time orgasm approached, Justin began pinching and pulling his nipples painfully. Justin had full command of his pig and he played Harry like a fiddle. When his nipples were pinched so tightly in Justin's fingers, it brought him back from the edge of orgasm. Harry wondered how red and swollen they must be by now.

Harry was zoned out and barely noticed Justin climbing up on the table. He opened his eyes to the sight of Justin's ass hovering over his face.

"I am going to show you your place in life right now, Fat Harry. This is where you are most at home and most able to understand your true purpose," Justin said as his strong legs lowered his body slowly onto Harry's face.

Harry took a deep breath as Justin's ass-crack, dusted with dark blond hair, made contact with his face. The ass slid effortlessly over Harry's nose and mouth, and his face was engulfed in damp, warm darkness. Justin allowed his weight to bear down, and Harry's nose pressed right into his asshole. Justin shifted, and the smooth puckered hole moved into position, pressing hard on Harry's lips. Harry felt like time stopped. The smooth skin of Harry's lips rested on the smooth skin of Justin's anus, and Harry was lost in the moment.

"Kiss me, pig. This is your chance to kiss the man of your dreams. It's all in the kiss, as they say."

Harry was in shock, his mind racing, his heart pounding. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to breathe, but Justin was periodically raising his body enough for a breath here and there. When that happened, light rushed in, and Harry caught a glimpse of the asshole he was meant to kiss.

"This is your true role in life, pig." Harry heard Justin saying in a calm voice like a psychologist or a guidance counselor giving life advice. "This is the real you." Harry pursed his lips and kissed the silky asshole. As he did, he felt himself fall a hundred miles somewhere... down. He kissed again, and then again. Desperately, he wanted to give Justin pleasure and to thank him. Thank him? Harry thought. What is happening to me? But he continued to fall. His tongue extended, and he licked greedily at Justin's anus. The full measure of Fat Harry's oral fixation now found its target.

"There you go, fatso. Harry is starting to find himself..." Justin chided and then moaned as he apparently felt Harry's tongue pushing as if to enter his asshole. Harry felt Justin pushing back and his butthole opened a little. Harry's tongue slipped in, and the pig licked and licked for all he was worth.

As Harry's face sweated, Justin's ass moved more freely, and Justin began to grind it back and forth. Harry felt particularly humiliated as Justin wiped his asshole across his entire face, but continued to lick and kiss at it as much as he could.

And suddenly Justin raised up, and Harry felt the cool air on his damp face. Justin leapt off the table and grabbed a hand towel wiping deep in his crack and tossing it in a hamper. Harry was not offered a towel as the dampness of Justin's ass was left to dry on his face.

"Time to turn over, sow... ass up!"

Harry turned, and as he settled into position, Justin turned a crank on the table that caused the center section to rise until Harry's ass was jutting up obscenely.

"I have a theory about your condition, and I am about to find out if it is true," Justin said as he walked over to stand by Harry's ass, out of his line of sight. Justin inspected the two little welts, touching and pinching them lightly before suddenly slapping each cheek with great force in quick succession.

"Look down and slightly forward and you will see better," Justin said.

Harry looked and saw a computer monitor playing a video feed from an overhead camera. He could see his fat ass shining and slick with oil sticking up huge and wide. It was so white, and the fat rippled in places. Already two red hand prints began to appear. Justin now aggressively began to massage each buttock with both hands alternating between them. It was rough, and the whole table, though sturdy and heavy, moved as he did it. His hands were exceptionally strong and his fingers pinched handfuls of lardy asscheek like he was trying to tear it off the bone. He slapped harder and harder and then seemed to stop himself and change direction. His right hand delved into Harry's asscrack and his thumb applied pressure in slow circles on Harry asshole. Harry moaned and gripped the table.

Suddenly, Justin shouted, "Harry!" It was loud, and Harry was startled.

"What?" Harry shouted back in a panic, raising up.

And then Justin spoke softly, "Nothing, I just slid my thumb in your ass and you didn't even notice." Justin wiggled his thumb, which was indeed buried deep in Harry's asshole.

Justin's shout had distracted Harry for a moment, but now every nerve in him was focused on the thick finger inside Harry's butt. Harry had never had anal sex and had only ever inserted the thinnest butt plugs in there "to see what all the fuss was about."

"Tight! Man, that's tight!" Justin said as he dug deeper and used his other hand to massage Harry's fat ass. "I think I see the problem. I have found the source of your stress, pig."

"What is it?" Harry grunted softly as tension filled his backside from the invader.

"Your ass is way... and I mean WAY too tight. A pig like you can't have such a tight ass. All the stress and tension in your back and legs is emanating from this tight asshole. It must be loosened. That's the only way you will get relief."

Harry saw in the monitor the taut muscle of Justin's forearm as he dug his thumb in wide circles deep in his ass. It felt like a baseball bat in there. He tensed his entire body and involuntarily pushed up from the table.

"We are going to fix this right now," Justin said.