Piggy's Corn Hole Pt. 02

Harry was hoisted up like prey on Justin's massage table. His fat white ass, slick with oil, was, in this moment, the inflamed terminus of every nerve in his body. He felt the flow of air from the cold air conditioner blowing across his fat behind, and he could see in the computer monitor below exactly what was happening to it. His masseur spoke softly and slowly to him while holding his thumb firmly implanted in Harry's asshole, rooted and immovable.

"Harry, this right here is clearly the entire center of your sexuality. Don't you feel it?" Justin kept his thumb still, applying pressure all the way to the hilt. Harry's sphincter closed tightly around it, forming a seal.

Hundreds of grams of carbohydrates swimming in saturated fat and high fructose corn syrup flooded his dull pig brain. Having Justin's thick thumb plugging his ass made it difficult to formulate sentences in his mind. Harry slid ever deeper. His asshole pulsed, or was that Justin's pulse Harry felt, keeping a steady rhythm in his tight hole which, by now, had apparently given up trying to expel the thumb and squeezed it tightly. The nerve-center of his entire being was hugging this tiny part of Justin with all its might. His pig asshole was in love with Justin, even as it was being invaded so rudely.

Harry tumbled down. Snippets of familiar fantasies flashed in his brain. A dream he had as a child after seeing an innocent cartoon that showed a man locked in medieval stocks in the village square. When puberty hit, at age 13, he dreamed of the stocks again, but this time his chubby body was stripped naked. Villagers surrounded him and threw garbage and rotting food at his enormous, rippled ass. How long would it be before his hole was penetrated while disgusted onlookers spit on him? Harry always woke up before that happened, and he usually needed to change his pajama bottoms. Already submissive at such a young age and still unaware that his penis was the size of a toddler's.

As Justin moved his thumb in a single circular motion Harry writhed involuntarily. His pig brain remembered the bus stop in 9th grade. His ass had expanded exponentially in his teen years and other kids definitely noticed. Three boys who had just made the varsity football team waited with him each day for the bus. They relished a delicacy known the world over for all of modern history: the irresistible lure of humiliating a fat kid. The fit young males who spent hours each week training relentlessly and taking great care to achieve their optimal fitness levels could not overlook the indulgence hanging in bloated rolls of lard off the pink, sweating kid waiting with them. How natural it was for them to express their disgust and amusement.

"Hey, you a fat girl, or what?" A hulking black kid said. "Cause you got a bitch's ass."

"Nah, he's just fat pig," another boy chimed in.

Harry stepped away and tried to concentrate on something else but he felt their eyes on his backside. God, where was that bus? His big ass sweated inside his pants and as Harry shifted uncomfortably the fabric stuck to the globes of his ass and the seam crept farther and farther into the crack, outlining the complete shape of his ass-cheeks for the onlookers.

Later, in the darkened confines of his room his ragged breathing could be heard as the young pig jerked his tiny penis, his fat rolls sweaty and jiggling. His tiny penis blew while Harry imagined himself kneeling and kissing the shoes or even the bare feet of those boys at the bus stop. It wasn't even sexual. It was submission. It was humiliation. Harry had no idea where such thoughts came from or what to make of them. He just tried to push them out of his mind and consoled himself with a large bowl of ice cream.

Still, Harry overcame. He learned early that he must win over the kids at school, at least some of them, or he'd become prey to all. So he channeled John Candy: gregarious, self-deprecating, humble, and funny. He became the life of the party, and high school started to be a lot more fun.

He even had a girlfriend. Alise (a-leese) and Harry had been friends since middle school band where they'd met. Harry waited years before he was brave enough to let anything happen between them. They parked by the fire-tower out from town one night when he was in the 11th grade. While "Somebody's Baby" played, they kissed, and Alise undid Harry's pants. When she finally fished out his angry little penis, her face contorted in confusion. She turned on the dome light so she could see what she held in her hands.

She's never seen a dick before, Harry thought, and it excited him that she was now learning about dicks for the first time. He got even harder as she took a closer look, pulling it and turning it one way and another. Then she let go. She kissed him, and everything calmed down. They made out for a while and then she wanted to go play Putt Putt, so they did. His little penis stayed hard and leaking, yet untouched, submerged in his teen fat pad.

Alise was a good friend who cared a lot for Harry. This, however, was not true of Alise's best friend Ruthie. Ruthie told enough people about the incident that it spread like a brush fire through the school and got back to Harry within days. Apparently, Alise was not new to dicks as Harry had assumed. In fact, she was shocked and had told Ruthie that Harry's dick was like something on one of the babies she babysat. And so a fresh avenue of humiliation revealed itself that year and everyone found out, at the same time as Harry himself, that his dick was tiny and not to be taken seriously by girls, even his longtime "girlfriend" Alise. This story became ubiquitous around the school and eventually, even the teachers got wind of it.

Harry was smart. He was glad to graduate high school a year early and go onto better things in college. He moved far from home and attended a small, expensive liberal arts school in rural Virginia. For the first time in his life, he started to gain some control of his appetite. He started to play tennis and the weight fell off as his 18 year old metabolism finally kicked in. Over the next few years Harry lost all his fat and got down to a 32 inch waist. He threw away all his fat clothes and swore he'd never be fat again. He took up jogging and for the first time in his life, discovered what it was like to run for a few miles and experience the freedom, strength, and exhilaration of that. Even after the weight loss, Harry had thick legs and a slight pear shape. His thighs rubbed when he ran and huge balls bounced around in his shorts which were roomy for the first time in his life.

Then came the bewildering new precedent of being hit on. His newfound weight-loss suddenly made him visible to the population at large, and he began to get some attention from both sexes. This was a paradigm shift of colossal proportions. But Harry remembered the incident with Alise and he knew that if any of those girls or guys were to crack open those size 32-waist pants, they would find his secret. Even though he had changed his appearance, his genetic profile had not changed and no amount of diet or exercise could change that.

College was going so well that Harry decided to go for his Masters and an additional specialist degree in finance. Then, at the time of his 26th birthday, a life changing event occurred when Harry became the beneficiary of his family's Staggered Distribution Trust, designed to pay out at ages 26, 30, and 34. From that day on, money was not an issue for Harry. No more limitations. No worrying about how a bill would be paid or wondering if he could afford a certain car or a certain apartment, both of which he soon acquired.

He loved going to upscale department stores to buy beautiful clothes. He collected outfits with abandon and tried to be well-dressed most of the time. He loved the feeling of his fine trousers fitting loosely around his thighs, with ample room for his large ball-sack.

He made his apartment a refuge, a fortress of solitude, in which he spent endless hours. His many fair-weather friends would congregate there. It seemed they barely remembered the fat Harry. He kept a photo of his fat self on the fridge and he enjoyed talking to his friends and visitors about his victory over obesity. Harry didn't like having fatties around too much, but there were one or two in his orbit. Harry, considering himself an expert on the topic, and he spared no details in his long explanations of all the ways their approach to life was making them fat. He coached them with subtle shame and very little understanding. He was especially hard on the fat girls whom he was secretly repulsed by. On a trip to Daytona Beach he went so far as to purchase a shirt in one the boardwalk tourist traps with an airbrushed fat girl bulging out of a tiny bikini. Printed in block letters, it read: NO FAT CHICKS. He got a big kick out of wearing it in crowded places and seeing the reactions it elicited from portly gals passing by.

After a certain number of months, Harry began to want something more out of life. Time to get a job and make something of myself, he thought. Through a family connection, Harry landed an interview with one of Silicon Valley's superstars. Self made and immensely wealthy, the notoriously fitness obsessed Richard Branson-type CEO would be in DC for a conference and Harry was scheduled to interview with him in his hotel room. Harry's family connections were compelling and he had been assured that the interview was barely more than a formality. In Harry's mind, the job was his, and he spent most of mental energy imagining how far he'd go working under his new boss.

The day came soon enough and Harry was startled awake by his alarm. He had thrown the covers off in the night and his little penis did it's best imitation of morning wood. Beside him a pizza box with a single large piece of pizza, stacked high with wet sauce and meat was upturned by his panicked movements and landed face-down on his expensive sheets. Harry was almost certainly going to be late to the interview. He rushed to get ready grabbing the suit he had retrieved from the dry cleaners. Sweat began beading on his forehead. With great haste he dressed until something unthinkable occurred. He pulled the dress pants on and to his astonishment they were not loose as before. In fact, they were extremely tight, especially through the thighs. Had he gained so much? He had not weighed himself in months. To his horror, he was unable to button the pants. They were just too tight. He tightened his belt to the point that he could barely breathe, made his tie as long as possible, and hoped the tie and suit jacket would hide the gap in his waistband. The sweat was pouring now. He had no time and no way to fix it. He had to go like that. He arrived only a few minutes late to find the door of the expansive hotel suite open as the sounds of his new boss talking on the phone wafted into the hallway.

Harry mopped sweat from his face and stuffed his handkerchief into his impossibly tight front pocket. My God what happened? His hands roamed over his front to make sure his waist was covered and just then he heard the booming voice of his soon-to-be boss.

"Harry! Come in. I'm glad you could make it." he said, in a jovial tone, but without a smile. Harry walked into the suit where two chairs had been arranged facing each other only about five feet apart. Small talk ensued briefly until the boss sat casually with his legs wide apart staring right at Harry who lowered himself gently into the chair. Immediately Harry cold tell the pants were skin-tight through the thighs and he heard the faint sound of his zipper being pulled apart, just a bit. The interview proceeded and Harry sweated, trying to hide his waist and crotch area. Every time Harry spoke he noticed his boss staring at his thighs. And then, all was lost when Harry dropped a notebook he was holding. The strain on his waistband of bending over to retrieve it caused his zipper to pull all the way open and a large three inch section of his lower belly fat was obviously visible. Within minutes he was ushered out with the promise of a callback the next day.

Harry returned to his apartment and immediately removed the tight pants and flung them across the room. He dug his bathroom scale out of a box in the closet and weighed himself. The fuck? 34 pounds! There is no way the closely tailored trousers could absorb a 34 pound weight gain which had obviously accumulated around his middle. Harry's heart sank and he sat down on his bed disgusted at everything that had happened. Insult was added to the disgust as he looked over at the messy pizza slice fouling his sheets. But that pizza made him hungry, too. He started thinking about how he would definitely lose those 34 pounds, he just needed to get back to his jogging. He removed the rest of his clothes and started to relax. Being naked and alone in his apartment was the best way for him to calm down and forget about the interview. He turned the day old pizza slice over and scooped the scattered toppings back onto it with his fingers, smearing the red sauce everywhere. He was so hungry. He ate it quickly, and then he called in for another one to be delivered.

He did not get the job. When he called back to the office, the boss refused to take his call. In the months that followed Harry tried to lose the weight without success. In fact, it was as if the planets has newly aligned against him. His metabolism seemed barely functional. All his efforts seemed to translate into steady weight gain. Sometimes it came rapidly and sometimes more slowly, but the constant gaining never ceased. His appetite nagged at him all day. His cravings were unmanageable. Such was the end of Harry's brief years as a fit male.

"I want to spank your huge pig ass, Harry," Justin said just before slapping each cheek hard with his open hand. It stung and Harry shifted and his tight hole clenched around Justin's thick thumb. "We can't do it today, cause I'm going to work this hog hole of yours. Promise me you'll come back for a lengthy, proper spanking."

"I will," Harry said softly. "I promise."

"Beautiful fat pig." Justin started making circles with his thumb and Harry felt like he was impaled on it, like his whole body was twirling around it. Without warning he pulled out and Harry grunted loudly, his ass quaking. Harry could hear Justin's ragged breathing. Justin was excited and it comforted Harry. Harry looked at the computer monitor. His obscene ass filled the screen, each cheek reddened by the slaps and the long crack, slimy with lube. Harry caught a side glimpse of Justin whose beautiful cock was now hard and waving into view at times. Harry's eyes rolled back realizing this man was incredibly aroused as he played with his fat rear. Justin dove into the slippery asshole again this time with two fingers of each hand. Kneading the cheeks and plunging his long fingers in and out in a rhythmic motion that went on and on. Harry was having a hard time staying aware and at one point he realized he was making a high pitched wheezing sound deep in his throat with every thrust. "Oh piggy, are you squealing for me, you fat fuck?" Justin kept going and Harry's cock throbbed under him.

Justin slowed his motion, but he penetrated even deeper with alternating hands. "Pig, your ass is so open right now. Already your hole is wanting more." Justin pulled out and came around to Harry's face. At first Harry thought he might kiss him, but instead he held Harry's fat face in his messy hands covered with with lube and slime. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself. He ran his fingers into Harry's hair and Harry got the distinct impression that Justin was wiping his hands off that way.

"Be right back, ok?"

Justin darted out, his hard cock bobbing and his perfect ass on full view as he left the room.

In a moment he returned with something odd in his hand. "Harry, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life. I want this to be a special, unique moment between us. I've just been thinking how I could make it specific to you alone." Justin came around to Harry's side so he was out of view for Harry. "My neighbor is obsessed with the organic farmers market and he goes most days in the summer. Earlier today he brought me a bag of unshucked corn. See?" He stepped by Harry's face. Justin's cock was inches from Harry's mouth, but now he could also see what Justin had in his hands. It was a large ear of corn which he started shucking rigorously, tearing the husk from it and revealing a large thick cob of corn about 12 inches long and, at the widest part, as thick as Justin's wrist.

"This is the perfect thing for a pig like you, Harry! Pig's love corn on the cob. I think your pig cunt will gobble this right up," Justin said while stripping the cob clean of husks and corn-silk.

Harry's heart began beating wildly as his panic rose. "No, Justin, please. It's too big. Please don't do that. I can't take that."

Justin stopped and stroked Harry's face. He stood in such a way that his cock nearly touched Harry's lips.

"Awe, you sweet, scared pig. I promise I won't damage your piggy cunt. I will be very careful. I have already opened you up with my fingers digging deep in there. The thought of fucking you with this corn makes me very hot. I'll jerk off thinking about this special moment many times."

Justin took his cock and rubbed it on Harry's lips and nose and eyebrows, painting his fat, sweaty face with pre-cum. That cock intoxicated Harry.

"I will lube it up real good and take it slow. You said I could have fun with you. I promise you can take it. Be a good pig now for your handler. Ok Harry?"

Harry felt the impossible collision of his submissive nature confronting his fear and desire to protect his tender asshole. With only the slightest resistance all gave way as his desire to please Justin and be his "good pig" obliterated all restraint. He surrendered.

"Ok. Please be gentle," Harry said in a soft high voice that was little more than a whimper.

Justin beamed and began slathering the cob with lube. Justin adjusted the table so that Harry's fat ass was lower and and at a comfortable angle for Justin to work. First, he set the corn down and started kneading both of Harry's massive globes with his strong hands. In huge circles he came back again and again to the fussy little inflamed hole, sliding fingers in and out easily.

"Are you ready piggy? The thick ass corn is going all the way in."

Justin stuck the rough tip in and twirled it a little, guessing that his pig felt the bumpy texture on his rosebud. As he pushed more and more, Harry gripped the edges of the massage table and tried to pull away. Justin pushed more with the slightest rotation which cause Harry's legs to contract and his toes to contort in full tension. It felt huge, like a baseball bat was being shoved up his ass. He breathed heavily. Justin pushed it in further.

"Please wait. Please just wait and let me get used to it. Please stop! Please!"

"No baby pig. You are getting fucked now. It's going in, no matter what." Justin reached down and grabbed Harry's ball sack now swollen huge with pent up lust. He held Harry firmly by the balls and pulled hard back while pushing the corn cob in further.

Harry flailed his arm back as if to stop the gigantic invader, but he could only reach Justin knee which he held for a moment before continuing to try to pull forward.

Harry's breathing was now frantic and rhythmic. Without realizing it a guttural vocalization emerged from the back of Harry's straining throat. Something like a grunt that ended in higher pitch note came out and then again and again with every inhale.

Justin made another push and Harry shrieked. "Piggy, it's half way in there! You are getting fucked by the thickest part right now. Your pig cunt is stretched, but it's taking it all in. That's what I thought you fat fuck. Look at your asshole stretching around that giant corn cob."

Justin then adjusted his position and said in a loud voice, "you beautiful fucked sow. Hey Harry, look back here at me."

Harry didn't move, but gripped the table and continued breathing raggedly.

"Harry! Look here." Justin shouted. Harry seemed to come too and turned his head back to look at Justin who held his phone up and took several photos.

Harry felt like his asshole was stretched around a bowling ball at it's widest circumference.

Justin casually scrolled through photos he had just taken and then laid his phone down. He stepped back over to continue his handiwork and thumped the corn cob hard with his middle finger. Harry's entire body jolted.

"Now pig I'm ready to come so I'm going to finish raping you with this corn now."

Harry had thought it was over, but such thoughts were blotted out as Justin took hold of the cob and began slowly rotating it while pumping in and out about 2 inches. Harry grabbed the table again and resumed his frantic breathing and grunting. Justin increased his pace, no longer holding Harry's balls, he now jerked his own dick. Faster and faster as harry tried to pull away from the relentless ass-fucking.

"Squeal for me pig. Squeal right now." Justin abandoned all restraint and fucked Harry's corn hole fast and hard with the corn cob, row after row of kernels sliding in and out of his furious red fire-ring. Harry could not maintain any shred of composure. All dignity and control was gone. Every muscle in his body was tensed to maximum stress including his vocal chords which emitted a loud high pitched pig squeal that went on for a full minute.

Then the fucking stopped and Justin, in a slow, fluid motion removed the corn cob from Harry's asshole. It made a squelching noise as it came out.

Justin used a lever to return the table to a flat position. "Turn over Harry."

Harry was still breathing heavily and trying to focus, but he was glad for the chance to shield his ass from anymore of Justin's attention. With clumsy, intense effort he turned his massive body over onto his back. Justin laid the nasty corn cob on Harry's belly. Harry looked at Justin who was glowing red as his hot blood coursed through his veins. Harry could also see that Justin still held his hard cock and a fist full of sperm.

"You did so good baby. That was the hottest thing ever. Is your little hole ok? I couldn't stop. It was amazing. You were grunting and squealing like a true pig. You are a pig Harry. You really are just a pig. The endorphins flowing through Justin were off the charts. Harry looked into his eyes and saw complete pleasure and something else... something like love. Justin finally took his hand from his cock which had barely softened at all. It seemed like an enormous quantity of cum in his hand as Justin laid his hand flat on Harry's breast. He made circles on Harry's nipple with the slimy mess and then continued spreading across his entire chest.

Harry wondered what was happening, but was as aroused as at any time since he arrived. Justin continued spreading his ejaculate until it covered Harry's entire chest and belly. Harry wanted to come so badly. His hands were shaking. He was at such a fever pitch of sexual energy and lust. Harry reached for his own cock thinking maybe he could get off now, since Justin didn't seem to be doing anything about it.

Justin swiftly grabbed Harry's reaching arm. "No piggy. Pigs don't cum in my house." He then wiped his cock again and smeared what residue remained across Harry's sweaty face, slipping his middle finger past Harry's lips.

Harry relaxed his mouth around it as a wave of submission flowed over him. His scrambled brain was unsure what to do now. All he wanted was to touch his aching penis and get a release.

Justin pulled his finger from Harry's mouth. "Harry, I forgot something on my schedule. I do actually have a guy coming over here to give me an estimate on re-tiling my kitchen floor. I don't think you will want to be naked when he arrives. You have made a big mess piggy." he then took the filthy corn cob off Harry's belly and walked into the kitchen. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"I need to clean up, yes."

Justin came back from the kitchen and opened another door which led to the back yard, gesturing with his hand. "There is a hose in the yard. A bucket and brush with some soap I use for washing the car. It's private if you need to clean up or do your business back there. Next time you come I will scrub you down myself, but I am a little tight on time."

"Uh, that's ok. Um, I'll just get my clothes, and be on my way."

"Ok pig," he said motioning to the front of the apartment, which Harry could now see was more of a townhouse.

Harry walked awkwardly to the living room where he had left his clothes. His body was covered with oil, sweat, slime, and Justin's cum. His ass was almost dripping lube. Harry could feel the slimy mess back there with every step. His clothes were no where to be seen.

"Pigs don't wear clothes in my house," Justin said opening the front door.

Harry could see that his clothes and shoes had already been placed on the stoop in front of the townhouse in a disheveled pile. A car passed by the front stoop on the road just yards away and Harry could see someone walking their dog nearby.

"You'll have to dress out there," Justin said.

Perhaps it was the one thing that could get Harry's mind off coming: the need to put his clothes on before anyone noticed him naked, slathered in bodily fluids, and asshole dripping. In utter disbelief he moved as fast as he could. Untangling his clothes seemed to take the longest. His fine dress pants and shirt, chosen with so much care he now slid over his reeking skin. He could smell the sperm on his chest; he could smell Justin.

After tugging at his huge clothes in great haste, he was dressed, sort of. Socks, shoes, underwear and belt he held in a bundle. Harry quickly got in his F-150 and turned the air conditioner on high. He was dripping sweat now, from panic, from the Florida sun, from embarrassment, and from intense sexual frustration. He steadied his breathing and started backing out of the driveway just as Justin ran out of the house. Harry stopped and let down the passenger window. Justin poked his head in smiling.

"Hey Piggy, you almost forgot this." He handed Harry the filthy corn cob which he had placed in a ziploc bag. "Don't forget Harry, you promised to come back," Justin said waving as he went back inside.

Harry slowly pulled out and started his drive home.