Piggy's Corn Hole Pt. 03

Harry lay on his back in the center of his king bed, his thick legs splayed apart and his little penis erect. This position, supine, was the only one in which his erection actually extended past his pubic fat roll. Having thrown back the covers in his sleep, he came awake flexing his little hard-on as the cool air could be felt on the skin of his dick, something he rarely ever felt anymore since his shame was usually sunk deep in warm lard. Harry rolled over and his hand snaked back to his massive ass-crack, digging in until his fingers gently probed his anus. It felt tender. He reached into his nightstand to retrieve a small bottle of lotion which he applied to his hole in gentle circles. A text notification came in, followed quickly by another. Harry dried his fingers and opened his phone, surprised to find that it was Justin.

"Hey fat buddy, how are you this morning?"

Harry smiled, as a photo came through.

"Hardest morning wood ever," Justin said, as a photo that he'd apparently just taken appeared showing his flat stomach and pubes out of which grew a thick, rigid cock leaning slightly to one side. The morning sun streamed in and the skin of his penis looked smooth and white stretched across his rigid shaft. Harry loved how proud Justin was of his beautiful penis. Who wouldn't be proud of that cock? Harry felt desire and admiration, and the small remnants of envy, something he gave up feeling a long time ago, having finally come to terms with with the forever lack of such an appendage on his own body. He would never know what it's like to have a cock like a real man.

"I woke up hard too," Harry texted.

"Show me," Justin replied in an instant.

Harry sighed. He hated taking photos of himself, but wanted to please Justin. Positioning himself so that the head of his penis, still hard and poking out, could be seen below his huge white belly and his bloated thighs wrapped in rolls of soft fat. As soon as he got a clear pic, he sent it.

No reply. Harry took a piss, washed his hands, and, still naked, got a bottle of cold water from the fridge. The sun engulfed his back patio, so he opened the sliding glass door and sat down on one of the large patio chairs. The Florida sun immediately warmed his fat body and Harry adjusted his lower belly so his balls were exposed to the warming rays.

The phone rang. It was Justin. Harry answered before the third ring.

"Hello"

"Morning Harry."

"Hi Justin. I'm a bit surprised to hear from you."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, I figured you would be moving on to your next conquest."

"I don't have any conquests, Harry."

"Well, you conquered me."

"I don't think so... but I sure want to."

"Justin, what on earth do you mean? You did everything you wanted."

There was a long pause. "Harry, I did not do 1% of what I wanted to do."

Harry was taken aback by the his tone, which sounded revealing.

"Dude, come on. You can have anyone you want in the world. And if you want fat guys, there are no shortage of blimps in Ft Lauderdale."

"I guess. But you're different Harry... Seriously, I can't stop thinking about our time together."

Unsure what to say, Harry spoke softly, "Yeah, me too."

Justin spoke up, "that photo you sent was amazing. It doesn't even look real. We are like genetic opposites of each other. Doesn't it make you feel strange... I mean, the difference?"

"Strange," Harry said.

"You know... like... inferior or something," Justin said.

"Is that how you see me, Justin?"

After a pause Justin said, "Yeah."

Harry didn't respond, but he realized that his heavy breathing could probably be heard on the other end.

Justin continued in soft, halting words, "It's like you are not even a man. Not a woman either though. But from certain angles your body looks very feminine. You look like a fat girl with that high, round ass, but then there a two huge balls hanging... and no dick to be seen."

"So, a freak of nature, then?" Harry replied.

"Definitely. A hundred years ago they would have had you on display in a cage at a carnival. Half drunk, horned up farmers gawking at you or teen boys staring in fascination, having paid a few pennies to see the human pig man/woman... whatever. Man, I wish stuff like that still existed. The world was so much more honest then. Cruel... but honest."

Harry could barely believe what he was hearing and took long moments to gather up his thoughts for a response. Surely this guy can't be serious. "How did those people--those freaks--end up in there, I wonder?" Harry asked.

"I think their families sold them to the carnival."

"That's horrible," Harry said.

"I don't think it's horrible or that unusual. You didn't mind being naked and "on display" in my living room yesterday. It seemed like you were in your natural state. Don't forget, pig, I read your secret blog that you thought was hidden. Can you remind me of the title?"

"Uh, Pig on Display was the name of it," Harry said softly.

"And anyway, I bet there were people in your family who would... well, never mind..." Justin trailed off and was silent for a moment before continuing. "Harry, I wish there was a way you could be on display like that. It makes me so hot seeing you exposed and embarrassed. You deserve to be kept like that. All your gross, beautiful fat wrapping around you like tires of lard. I would love to be your handler. I would keep that pig cunt of yours inflamed and agitated... always at the ready."

Harry could tell Justin was jerking off. I deserve to be kept like that, he thought. My handler?

"How's that hog hole today? Did you check on it to see if it's alright," Justin said after a long pause.

"It's ok. I put lotion on it right before you called. It's sore."

"Just needs to be conditioned. How did you feel having a huge corn cob up your butt, piggy?"

Harry was too embarrassed to say anything. But a photo opened on his phone. It was a jolt to Harry's chest, a picture from yesterday of himself slick with oil in the bright lights, his buttery pink rolls glossy and slippery. His face clearly visible showed every muscle taught, his brow tense as he looked back toward the phone in a comically panicked expression. Also visible in the foreground, closer to the phone lens was his fat, shiny ass split open by the enormous corn cob. Some of the husks remained and it looked almost like a tail of some kind. Even the most seasoned porn addict would have been impressed by the penetration. Harry's poor pig cunt was screaming, invaded as it was by the rough cob as each row of kernels scraped against the tender rim of his anus. Harry's face flushed as he looked at the obscene, degrading picture of himself. Sitting safely on his own patio, his asshole, slick with lotion, clenched involuntarily at the sight. He then noticed something else. This photo was a screenshot of Justin's home screen. He had used Harry's most humiliating moment as wallpaper on his phone. Harry heard the quiet but unmistakable sounds of Justin's orgasm, but didn't say anything about it.

"Yesterday, it seemed like you were done with me at the end," Harry said.

"Done with you? Why do you say that?" Justin said, a little winded.

"You wouldn't let me wash up or use the bathroom."

"Completely untrue, Harry. I showed you the backyard where you could do both. My neighbor brings his Dalmatian over sometimes and the dog does his business in the back right corner of the yard. That's where you will go also when you come to my house. I want you to come back real bad. I loved having you here. And just like I said, next time I will wash you myself."

Harry was at a loss for words. Can he possibly be serious?

"You got quiet, Pig. Having a snack," Justin asked?

"No. I just didn't know it would be like that at your place. The rules, I mean."

"No one else in the world has those rules except you, Harry. Soon. I will write them out for you so you don't forget. How was your drive home, by the way?"

"Messy," Harry said.

"Yeah, I wanted to mark you with my scent. I loved watching your fat ass naked on my front stoop. My neighbor was looking out his window. He saw your giant white ass out there."

"I was rattled. I didn't see that," Harry said.

"Was your little penis hard all the way home?"

"No. I stopped at McDonald's about 3 miles from your place and washed my face and..."

"And what? Got 300 chicken nuggets," Justin laughed.

"I jerked off in the bathroom."

"Yeah, I figured something like that might happen. Maybe one day I will be able to cage up that little pig clit of yours so you can't do that." Justin sounded irritated.

"Justin, I was mad with lust. I couldn't think straight."

"Nah, you need to be kept like that all the time... in an aroused and agitated state. What did you feel after you came in that dirty McDonald's bathroom? Proud of yourself?"

"Shame. Embarrassment," Harry admitted.

"I don't want you to do that next time, Harry. It's very important to me that you stay focused."

"But you had the biggest orgasm ever, you said."

"Yeah, so what? I'm a man. You're a pig." Justine said as if it were the most logical statement in the world.

"Sometimes you say things in a way where I'm not sure what you mean," Harry responded.

"The word "pig" has a very specific meaning in my world," Justin said.

"Can you please explain that," Harry asked.

"Not now. But let's have dinner. I want to see you again so bad, Harry. Come and lets have a nice meal out. I know a great place for us."

Harry was hesitant. Would it lead to another corn holing, he wondered. He shifted his weight on his chair and felt the lotion sliding on his puckered hole. He thought about the huge corn cob and the strange way Justin had sent it home with him. What made him think I wanted to take that with me? Harry had tossed it in the open garbage bin in his garage as soon as he pulled in.

"I don't know Justin, maybe we should sleep on it a few days," Harry said.

"Fuck that. I really want to get to know you better. Come on. Pick me up at my place at like 3 and we'll hang out and then have dinner. I want to show you around the city. And I promise not to rape you with any organic vegetables. In fact we'll give your tight little pig pussy a rest," he said, laughing.

Harry was seduced by the strange way that Justin could barely say three sentences without referencing something humiliating about Harry's body. There was no question as to what animated Justin's thoughts and Harry was almost comforted and profoundly aroused to know this. Justin was pushing Harry's buttons, but the transparent way he talked revealed that his buttons were also being pushed by his access to Harry's piggish body and submissive brain. Harry caved.

"Ok Justin. I'll be at your place at 3. I'll call you from the gate," Harry said feeling his heart rate creeping up already.

Harry chose to have a very light lunch. His stomach was in knots anyway wondering what Justin would do. Hopefully, they could just talk. That's what Harry wanted most. He wanted to learn more about Justin. He wore a pair of Khaki's and a light green gingham shirt with a pair of brown leather loafers. He looked like a million southern men found in clusters at any given church social event from Atlanta to Dallas. Before leaving, Harry took one last look inside the refuse bin at the corn cob he had discarded. His butt-hole clenched and he remembered the moment when his sphincter was at maximum stretch. A shudder ran through him. I squealed like a pig. God, that hurt. What's wrong with me? Why am I doing this? Rapid fire questions came and Harry could sense returned brain-fog of lust that Justin created in him. It was slowly rolling in, taking over his better judgment. He threw some old newspapers in the bin so he couldn't see that corn, got in his pickup, and drove south for his date with Justin.

Harry did not need to be shown around Ft Lauderdale, as Justin had offered. He had been to the city many times for one thing or another. He lived 65 miles up the coast on Jupiter Island. He'd be there in no time, depending on the traffic. His mind raced. Justin reminded Him of his older brother. He remembered, as a kid, how his brother excelled at everything that mattered to their father. He was a sportsman, an athlete, a ladies man, and eventually a decorated soldier. Hyper-masculine and hung with everything Harry wasn't. When God was handing out dicks, his brother had received a double portion and there was apparently nothing left for Harry. He remembered his disastrous attempts to excel in sports, like his brother, joining one team after another and failing miserably. On the strength of his older brother's prowess, the coaches always gave Harry a good shot at first, perhaps believing him to be a diamond in the rough or trusting that those family genes, so ever-present in the brother and the father must be lurking under all that pudge somewhere. Harry remembered joining the wrestling team which became the final straw. He put it out of his mind. Those failures couldn't touch him now, all these decades later. But his insecurities, emerging, as they will, on the wings of dark school memories, drove him to another place in his mind. It was a safe place, warm and comforting. It was a place he belonged, a place suited perfectly just for him. The healing found in that place was why he jumped at the chance to visit Justin again. That place was discovered when his entire face was buried deep in Justin's damp ass crack. There, all other cares and memories were blotted out and his sub brain was scrambled beyond recognition. There, he had but one task and it was a task he loved: to lick and kiss a beautiful man's asshole. There, he's varsity.

"Hey man, I'm at the gate," Harry said into his phone as he pulled into the complex of townhouses, called Mirabella, where Justin lived. In an instant, Justin was on his stoop locking his front door. Harry looked over to the neighbor's unit and saw him standing in the yard watering a small flower bed. The guy, in his 60's, smirked at Harry and waved casually.

"I'm driving," Justin said opening Harry's door.

"What? Really... ok." Harry, taken aback, slid out of the driver's seat to let Justin in. Justin threw his arms around Harry and gave him a big bear hug. Harry couldn't believe it. Justin kissed him on the cheek and let both his strong hands slide down and grab Harry's ass-cheeks.

"I'm so glad you came, you beautiful fat sow. You're already sweating. How does my piggy's pussy feel?" Justin whispered in his ear.

Harry was swooning in Justin's long arms as the degrading and strangely feminine words washed over him.

"I've got like 5 more ears of corn if you want to go inside," Justin said with a huge grin, kissing him on the cheek again.

Harry shuddered, then noticed the neighbor was staring openly now. It made him pull away and Justin chuckled as he turned loose of his fat prey landing one hard spank on Harry's protruding fat ass as he turned. Inside the truck, Harry was hoping for a quick getaway from prying eyes, but Justin sat behind the wheel looking at his phone. Justin wore a standard for tropical south Florida, shorts and tank top with flip flops. Harry noticed the dark blonde hairs of his armpit curling out onto his bicep.

Finally, Justin pulled out waving at the nosy neighbor who was now sitting on a lawn chair in case anything else good happened.

"You have the best butt, Harry. I want to tear that thing up. You make it really hard to focus on life, my friend. All I have thought about since you left yesterday is getting to see you again."

Justin obviously knew where he was headed, taking one turn and then another.

Harry made small talk about the traffic and in just minutes they pulled into a shopping plaza. Harry saw their destination was a place he knew well because it was probably the only store in the city that carried clothes in his size. It was called Kingsize and this was a particularly large store for the chain.

Inside, Justin made a beeline for the athletic wear. Harry now knew at least one reason why Justin had recorded his sizes yesterday. Justin picked out two garments that looked tiny even in Harry's huge size. One was a pair of extremely short pink jogging shorts that were slit up the sides. The other was a thin stretchy tank top in white.

"Here, go try these on and don't take them off until I see what they look like, even if you think they don't fit," Justin said as he turned to the salesman.

"Do you guys have sandals? The kind with the Velcro straps..."

Harry was winded by the time he got all his clothes off in the tiny changing room. There was no door on the room, only a curtain that extended about three quarters to the floor. Justin whipped open the curtain and smiled as Harry stood there in his underwear.

"No undies, fatty. And here, put these on too," Justin said handing him a nondescript pair of velcro sandals.

"Justin, the shorts and shirt are like two sizes too small. They won't fit," Harry said in a whisper as he noticed the chime ringing several times as more people entered the store.

"Nah, you wear your stuff way too loose. Just try it on, and let me see," Justin said. Harry tried to close the curtain by Justin stopped him. "I wanna see."

So Harry turned his back to Justin and removed his underwear. When Harry was fully naked Justin took some footage as his pig bent over to pick up the tiny pink shorts and stretched them up over his fat thighs. The shorts were stretchy and thin. He was able to get them up but they were very tight and so high on the thighs as to look almost like Speedos. Harry's white upper thighs were on full display.

"Now the shirt," Justin said.

"Justin! Behind you," Harry whispered frantically.

Justin turned to see a woman of about 40 years old with a fat teenager going through the wracks in direct view of the changing room. The woman had her head down, but the boy was staring wide-eyed.

Justin laughed out loud and stepped aside so the kid could get a better view. He then reached in and pulled the back of Harry's shorts up hard, giving him a wedgie and causing his lower ass cheeks to be revealed.

"Look at that greasy piglet. He sees his future self," Justin whispered, laughing to Harry.

Harry huffed and pulled the curtain closed. He put on the tank top and it was, predictably, far too tight and too short. The shorts and tank could barely meet covering his massive belly. The slightest movement and his belly lard just flopped out. Harry tried to adjust the shorts but they barely stayed in position. A slight bend or twist and they rode up revealing an ass cheek or rode down exposing his crack. The pillowy lard rolls on his inner thighs found no place in the scant shorts.

Justin stuck his head in the curtain. "Oh Harry, it's so perfect. This is the real you. Not those gigantic loose clothes you wear."

Harry guessed that Justin expected him to wear this absurd skimpy outfit in public, and he started doing the mental gymnastics necessary to come to terms with it.

Justin seemed to notice his inner struggle and stepped into the tiny changing room.

"Please Justin, I'm not covered," Harry said quietly, pleading.

"Baby, you look so beautiful. Wear it for me, okay?" Justin turned Harry around and fluidly slid his hand into the elastic waistband of Harry's stretch shorts. In an instant his middle finger was on Harry's asshole, pressing. "Be my pig on display. You were born to be laughed at, piggy. It makes me so hot to see you struggle. It's the hottest thing I know. Please sweet, juicy baby. Please give up and do it for me. Just give up."

The moment Justin touched his hole it began to quiver and Harry's brain scrambled. He steadied himself on Justin's strong forearm and said, "I'm okay. I'll wear it."

Justin pulled out and quickly slipped his finger in Harry's mouth. "Suck piggy," he said.

Harry's eyes widened and he swirled his tongue around Justin's finger for a second or two.

"Good piggy," Justin said, removing his finger and gathering up Harry's clothes.

They walked to the check out counter and every eyeball was glued to the fat man in the pink short-shorts and tight tank. The clerk looked worried.

"Sir, let me get a larger size for you. You'll be more comfortable," the jittery man said, as if he might get sued if he allowed this bloated pig to be so exposed.

"Nah, we are taking these," Justin said.

The clerk came around with his price gun and nervously located and scanned the price tags which felt strangely intimate to Harry. Justin insisted on paying and Harry was clear enough for a moment to be impressed with that.

As Harry climbed into the truck the tank slid up, and 12 inches of flab popped out. On the leather seat Harry could feel that most of his bare ass was touching the leather. The ridiculous jogging shorts rode all the way up his crack. Why in the hell would they have jogging shorts at the fat guy shop?

"Harry you are so beautiful," Justin said while stuffing Harry's clothes in his duffle bag.

"No. But thank you and thank you for the clothes, Justin. Please let me pay for everything else today. At least let me do that," Harry said as the cold AC blew across skin and made him feel nearly naked as Justin pulled out into heavy traffic.

"Nope. Today is on me," Justin said. "Now lets go to the beachfront and take a walk. Maybe get a bite to eat."

"Harry would usually lead the conversation in moments like this, especially with a younger man, but exposed as he was, his little penis half erect leaked pre-cum onto his balls almost imperceptibly. Over time the effect was a slimy wetness all around his crotch. It also made it difficult for Harry to talk very much. He felt the AC make his nipples hard and noticed that one of his man boobs had popped out of the side of the tank. This outfit was like trying to stretch a postage stamp over a navel orange, Harry thought.

"So Justin, where are you from? Someplace in Kentucky, you had said," Harry asked.

"Yep. Born and raised out from Bardstown, KY. Beautiful little town that is the national epicenter of three of America's great sins, Bourbon whiskey, tobacco, and race horse breeding. My folks were tobacco farmers."

"Really? Like for cigars," Harry said.

"This is Burley tobacco, used mostly in cigarettes."

"I'm not surprised. I sort of suspected you had a farm background, but thought it might be raising animals," Harry said.

"We'll, funny you should mention that. Our place was strictly tobacco, but my cousin and I were in FFA."

"FFA?"

"Future Farmers of America. It teaches country kids about animal husbandry. My dad and my uncle let us raise show pigs to compete in the Kentucky Pork Producer's competitive events. We each had a show pig. He won a blue ribbon at the State Fair. I won the National Swine Registry top prize."

"Well, now some things are starting to make sense," Harry said quietly.

"Yeah, you're my show pig now and you are definitely Grade A prize-winning pork."

This line of conversation set Harry ablaze, and he had a thousand questions. But Justin pulled off the road into the parking lot of a former Bank of America building, now derelict and overgrown with brush. He pulled into the defunct drive-up banking bay and put the truck in park. The covered area afforded some privacy, but not much.

"I went out this morning and bought you a gift," Justin said as he pulled out a gift-wrapped item from his duffle bag.

Harry was instantly touched as he took the present. Such a generous gesture took Harry completely by surprise and emotion surged. A smile crept across his face as he noticed that the gift-wrap was from a local chain of adult sex shops.

"Go ahead, open it," Justin said excitedly.

Harry tore the paper and instantly recognized it to be a wooden paddle. Justin snatched it from his hands and said, "Look! It's the shape of a hairbrush paddle but much, much larger. I wanted one big enough to cover one whole ass-cheek on you, but of course they don't come that big. But look at the weight. It's thick and solid. Made of white oak just like they used to build the great sailing ships from colonial times. Extremely strong and dense and heavy." Justin spoke with boyish excitement while handing the 14 inch paddle back to Harry. "That thing is going to blister your ass good."

Harry was stunned and stared at the paddle which seemed unusually thick. "Wow, Justin... Uh, thank you," Harry said holding the menacing object in his hands and wondering what it would feel like on his fat white ass if wielded by Justin's strong arm.

"Come on baby, lets give it a spin!" Justin got out and came around to the passenger side. He opened the door and gently took the paddle from Harry.

"Justin... But why? Lets do it at home. What if someone sees us?" Harry's voice got higher and more desperate.

Justin pulled Harry gently by the arm and guided him to turn around facing the seat and bend over. "Gorgeous fat ass, Harry, in these shorts. You look amazing. We're gonna see that fat dance now!"

Harry couldn't talk and he could think. He was completely under Justin's control. He felt Justin's hand roughly gathering his short-shorts then pulling them up between his cheeks, giving him a proper wedgie and exposing most of his butt. Justin pulled so hard that Harry tipped forward and the shorts made a sound like they might rip.

Then Justin stepped back a little, continuing to hold his wedgie taught and with his other hand brought the paddle down hard on Harry's left ass-cheek. Harry screamed out, "Justin no!" twisting and trying to get loose. Justine hit the other cheek even harder. Harry felt like a hot iron had been put to his behind. He tried to turn and get out of Justin's grip, twisting wildly.

"Hey pig. Be still. Shhhhh, shhhhh, shhhh, piggy," Justin said in a calming voice. "I'm going to spank you now piggy and it'll be much worse if you jump all around. I'm showing you how I intend to use the gift I've given you. I was going to spank you anyway, but this is going to be a brief punishment spanking because you closed that curtain at the store. Don't ever hide yourself when I have put you on display, do you understand? Now don't you try to get away or I will double everything and then double it again and we'll stay like this for an hour." Justin spoke sternly. There was no negotiation to be considered. This was going to happen, and Harry knew nothing could stop it from playing out exactly how Justin wanted. He made a final pronouncement to Harry as if it were some kind of consolation. "You may squeal as much as you want, pig."

Justin then began rapid fire spanking Harry's tender ass-lard. He alternated from one cheek to the other, covering each cheek with blows. It became obvious that some areas of pig fat were more sensitive than others. Harry began to whimper and make high pitches noises when the paddle hit those spots. This caused Justin to concentrate on each of those areas for a long time until Harry involuntarily began to dance his fat legs and squeal out louder.

"That's a good pig. Let it out fatty."

And then a flurry was unleashed all over each buttock, top and bottom, the fat rippling with each blow. Justin was gripping the paddle and striking with great force now. It lasted only a few seconds but in that brief time Harry's already stinging ass meat was set on fire again.

And then it was over. "All done pig. Your fat ass is spanked well enough for now," Justin said. "a mini spanking, for this first time."

Harry stayed bent over, breathing heavily. He felt tears in his eyes but he did not want Justin to see them. He tried to calm down. Thoughts came rushing at him. You have to get away, just drive away now and never come back. No, just be a good pig Harry. That's too hard... that's abusive, no one can take pain like that... So his mind raced and the pigs in his brain tried to make sense of his burning ass cheeks. Harry noticed Justin had let go of his shorts and had grabbed his duffle from the back seat from which he took a small bottle of baby oil. He squirted it liberally onto his his hands and began rubbing the oil into Harry's angry red ass. Justin went all the way into his crack and let a finger slide into his asshole and then out again. He then covered Harry's enormous white thighs spreading the oil everywhere. He reached between Harry's legs and slathered the oil on his balls and the head of his tiny cock which was already slick. The leg holes of the stretch shorts were loose and afforded easy entry for Justin's roaming hands. Justin handled Harry like he owned him.

Harry turned around and hugged Justin who squeezed him tight and whispered in his ear, "See piggy, you needed that real bad. Your farmer knows what you need. Just trust me." Harry felt safe in Justin's strong arms. Pressed between their bodies Justin's fully erect cock throbbed and Harry felt its rigid heat pushing into his belly fat as the massive cock flexed. Harry felt so stupid for wanting to leave. His stinging ass caught the breeze blowing across the empty parking lot. Out on the road, a car blew it's horn, having apparently noticed them.

A homeless man hollered something from across the parking lot and started walking toward them. "Time to go fatty," Justin said pulling away.

Harry pulled his shorts down in the back, tugging them out of his deep ass-crack. He tried to adjust himself and regain his composure as they both got back in the truck.

"Harry, I want this paddle to stay in this truck at all times," Justin said. Harry took the paddle and placed it in the center console.

They drove a short distance to the beachfront which was lined with stores, restaurants and shops. People were everywhere. Groups of noisy college kids walked in clusters alongside surfer types and flamboyant gay dudes. Sprinkled in were the older set who had enough money to live close to the beach. A few tourist families with kids and groups of Latinos on vacation from Mexico or Central America were mixed in. All by the hundreds strolled along famed Beach Boulevard.

They parked a block from the busy strip and Justin came over to Harry. "Wow, Harry, your ass blisters up real nice. Man, that thing is bright red. You got welts too," he said, inspecting Harry's red rear. "And I might have gone a bit crazy with the oil. Sorry."

People stared... lots of people. Justin was oblivious. He did not give a single fuck what anyone thought. He guided Harry to a "lane" of the wide boardwalk and they strolled along. Harry was acutely aware of his outfit which seemed to cover even less of him now that they were out in the sun with so many people around. The trade winds danced with the palms along the beach. Harry heard people behind them whispering.

"Harry this is such a beautiful day. How are you? Don't you love it," Justin asked clearly having a great time.

Harry knew he should be more talktative, but his shame was crippling. The many passersby got an eyeful both in the front and back. Harry did not realize his tank had ridden up and his deep belly button and white lard gut was fully exposed in the front. The tank did not really stretch enough to fully cover his boobs either. One nipple was always partially exposed and the slightest turn or stretch and the whole boob would just pop out. It looked enough like a woman's breast that nearly everyone who noticed did a double take. In the back, his lower ass cheeks were hanging out. His ass was dark red with paddle shaped welts. Every person who saw it knew what made those marks. They knew he had been spanked... a grown man, an obese dad had just gotten his ass spanked. Who had spanked this fat man and why was he wearing such absurdly short shorts? His ass and thighs covered with oil made his fat rolls shine glossy in the sun. He was a greased, spanked pig on display and there was nothing he could do to cover himself.

"Harry, I'm so glad you called me looking for a massage. When I read your blog, I knew I had to make you mine, at least for a while. You are exactly what I have been looking for my whole life."

"Justin, how can that be? You've been looking for a fat submissive whale more than 20 years older than you? Come on now. Really," Harry said.

"Actually yes. I'm attracted to older men. And as you know I'm a chaser and, as you might have noticed, I like to be in control. Those things are not so unusual. More unusual are some unique factors about us both that go hand-in-glove. An intelligent sub with certain of your characteristics is the Holy Grail. You are accomplished in your field, independent, outwardly confident, professional, discreet. In the gay world it's nothing to tie someone up or beat their ass. But that's almost always just role playing. Being able to truly mindfuck a dude who, for whatever reason, the universe has conspired to short change genetically is like heroine to me."

They walked in silence, for a few minutes. There was too much for Harry to unpack in Justin's statement. Short changed genetically...?

"So you are a full time massage therapist," Harry asked.

"Sorta. I'm also in the final stages of getting certified as a physical therapist. Hey lardo, you look like you could use a drink, let me get you something," Justin said.

"No, I'm fine, Justin, really," Harry said.

Justin reached out and pinched Harry's exposed nipple. He held it between his thumb and index finger and increased the pressure with a twist before letting go. "I decide, piggy."

Harry winced, touching his nipple and trying to stretch the tank top over it. Has this shit shrunk since we've been out here already?

Justin was ordering something from a food cart, but Harry couldn't see what. He heard snickers behind him and turned to see a group of spring break types. Shirtless beefy college boys and a couple of girls in bikinis. Two of them lowered their phones as soon as Harry turned. Their eyes were all over his backside. He wanted Justin to come back. He couldn't be exposed like this without Justin at his side.

Justin walked up carrying a huge hot dog with an enormous quantity of chili on top. "I got extra chili for you," Justin said smiling. In the other hand he carried what looked like a large milkshake. Harry was so glad that Justin had come back even though he "Eat this while we walk, I'll hold the shake."

Harry took the messy hot dog that was barely holding together as the bun was now saturated with the wet chili topping. His eyes pleaded with Justin, but he knew what was expected. "Justin, can't we at least sit down," Harry asked.

"Nah, I really love walking. You just eat your hot dog and when you're thirsty, I got your shake right here," Justin said resuming their walking pace. Onlookers openly stared at the barely dressed pig holding a foot long with two hands.

Harry noticed a bulge in Justin's shorts and it comforted him. He raised the hot dog to his lips. Harry was an expert eater. A lifetime of indulgence had given him skills. He could drive and deftly handle a sloppy double cheese burger with one hand and not spill a single flake of lettuce or drop of mayonnaise. But an overfilled chili dog was a challenge to eat neatly even while sitting at a table. He bit the hot dog and despite his best efforts about a table spoon of of chili fell down onto the front of his white tank. Another 20 people walked by and all eyes were on him, their faces displayed their disgust, amusement, and profound judgment... and anger. Kids, especially were completely unable to hide their reactions. Some of the younger ones pointed.

"Napkin please," Harry said trying with a mouthful.

"Aw piggy, I forgot to get any."

Harry knew that nothing about this situation would improve until that hot dog was gone. He took two more big bites and at least as much chili came out onto his shirt again. This time some of the red slop dripped onto his thigh just above his knee and then landed in a sloppy mess on the top of his sandals. As they walked, the chili worked itself between Harry's toes.

"I should have brought my selfie-stick. Fuck, you look great, pig. I should be streaming this live. I really want more people to see you like this," Justin said.

"A lot of people are seeing me, Justin," Harry said taking another bite, both hands now pretty much covered with the chili.

"You make me crazy, pig. I love this. You are so pathetic and beautiful right now," Justin said, obviously getting worked up. His arousal tented out his shorts. "Finish up, ok? I'm getting obscene over here and I need to sit down."

Harry took the last bite. He licked the chili off his fingers as a family of four passed. The mother scowled at him and the older son, perhaps 16, laughed while his younger brother stared spellbound. The intense humiliation and public exposure made Harry feel weak. He wished he could touch Justin, but dared not with his greasy fingers. Justin seemed to sense it and put his warm hand on Harry's back, guiding him to a tiny alcove between the buildings where some quiet park benches went unnoticed by the crowds.

Harry was relieved to be out of the river of people on the boardwalk. "Please Justin, it's so messy. I need to clean my hands."

"My sweet pig is trying to be so clean. Just use your shirt, fatty." Justin adjusted his crotch and Harry could see his full erection in his shorts now. Harry wiped his hands on parts of the shirt that were still clean and flicked two chunks of chili and a couple chili beans still stuck to his shirt and some from his leg just above his knee. He just let the mess in his sandals go. No way to fix that now. The tank was utterly destroyed. Greasy red stains covered most of the front. Harry could feel the mess on his skin as the thin fabric offered no absorbency.

"I wish you could suck me, Harry. That trashy pig mouth needs to spend hours between my legs," Justin said flatly.

These words were extremely provocative to Harry, who wanted that more than anything.

"Please lets just go back to your place, Justin," Harry pleaded.

"Drink your shake, baby."

Harry took the shake and began sucking on it. He liked shakes a lot, but his stomach was in knots today. Still, he sucked it down thinking that maybe when it was gone, they might return to Justin's place.

"That you are willing to humiliate yourself like this is very special, Harry. Do you realize like 300 people saw what you truly are today, so far. They saw your fat ass, obviously freshly spanked, hanging out of your short-shorts. They saw you eating like a pig in public and making such a mess. You make a mess of yourself on the inside every time you park your fat ass in front of pizza box and indulge to your heart's content. But today, it is no longer just on the inside. Today, the mess is for all to see. That brings balance to your disordered life, piggy. Did you see that group of college kids? Every one of them took video of you. You know that's probably already posted online and getting clicks right now." Justin touched Harry as he spoke. Rubbing his back and then his bare leg and then gently exposing his breast and circling his nipple with his finger tips.

Harry was swooning. He couldn't take his eyes off Justin's bulging crotch. He reached his hand out to touch it and Justin pulled back. "Don't touch me, Harry. Your hands are disgusting right now."

The last thing Harry wanted to do was to soil any part of beautiful Justin. He steadied himself and concentrated on finishing his shake and imagining their return to the townhouse. Being able to rid himself of the stained garments would be worth having to strip on the stoop.

But they did not go to Justin's house. Justin took Harry another block down the beach to a sit-down Italian restaurant, to Harry's horror. Surely they wouldn't allow him to enter looking as he did, Harry thought. But Justin knew the host who took them to a booth in a dark corner. Harry slid in and, of course, barely fit. His belly-fat rested on the table. He was uncomfortable, but he welcomed the privacy. There was actually a white table cloth that hid his bloated thighs and crotch barely covered by the short-shorts. It was quiet. Despite the table digging into his belly, Harry welcomed the privacy it afforded. Justin was staring at him.

"Harry, I am very attracted to you," Justin said.

"You know that's hard for me to believe sometimes. Don't you mean you have a fetish for fat, and part of that is dominating a fat guy (me) in the ways that only fat dudes are susceptible," Harry said, finding his voice suddenly.

"I suppose that's true. I think we fit together like pieces of a puzzle. We meet each others needs."

"A symbiotic relationship, like the clown-fish that hides in the stinging tentacles of the anemone. But your tentacles do actually sting," Harry said, smiling.

"Yeah, they sting, but you can bear it. In fact, you need to be stung. It makes you better understand your place in the world. Makes your world more balanced. That oak paddle stung your fat ass pretty good didn't it?"

Harry was embarrassed and his face flushed again. He felt the restaurant's A/C blowing on his exposed nipple and tried to cover it with out uncovering other one. If he held his breath it seemed to work for a moment. "You've thought about this a lot, it seems" Harry said.

"Mostly in a theoretical sense, until you showed up on my doorstep, pink and sweating like a bloated hog that that's been allowed to roam feral for too long." Justin said this without looking up from his efforts to rummage through basket of sliced Italian bread and pumpernickel.

"I never know if you are serious when you say stuff like that. I mean, it does something to me inside when I hear those words and especially when you say them so nonchalantly, but are you just playing around? It seems like you are really serious sometimes. Like about your rules. It's just a game, right," Harry asked.

Justin perked up, "A game? No, Harry, not a game at all. Tell me the truth. My rules, or that I have rules that you must obey, is something very hot to you, isn't it?"

Harry thought quietly before answering. "Yes. Hot, for sure... It touches on something deep inside of me. But why do I need rules just to visit you at your house if it's not just a kinky game?"

"You need rules, Harry. You need boundaries. Plus, I have standards. You are too heavy to sit on my sofa and you sweat a lot. It's okay, you're a pig. I like it. But you can't be on the furniture which was designed for human beings like me. And I have noticed the dramatic change in your demeanor as soon as you are stripped of your ridiculous "business casual" attire. Nice clothes, but it inhuman sizes, all bunched up and baggy. It's very unnatural. My job is to open you up and expose the tender hidden inner pig that you have worked so hard to conceal. I'm going to strip-mine you. I'm taking all the top layers off. The real you emerges immediately when those pants come off. That's the Harry I want to explore. That's the Harry I need to know. Although it is funny and interesting to see your go-to facade, and to watch you acting like a confident man navigating the corporate world. That veneer of confidence in unconvincing to anyone who looks closer. It vanished today when all those college kids could see your fat ass hanging out and those impossibly gigantic white thighs. But I will get you a list of rules together. Maybe the next time you come to my place..."

That was too much to unpack. Harry knew it would take him days to analyze this conversation. No one had ever spoken to him this way. He wouldn't have believed there would be a single young man like Justin in the world to hold such strange and oddly compelling views. But he wanted more hard facts before Justin got aroused again. "Are you dating someone right now," Harry threw out.

"I'm dating you, right now."

"Yeah, but we just met," Harry said.

"I want to be dating you. Let's just put it that way. I haven't had a serious relationship in like 4 years. Before that, I was with a girl. I like girls and boys. Gays get super cagey when you say that, but women are beautiful too. There is something about a girl's fascination with cock that is very compelling to me. Of course they don't have one, and it is a very strange piece of biological engineering for them, if you think about it. But a woman who loves sex is really entranced watching a cock grow and harden. She knows that warm hard meat is meant to be buried inside her. I love it when a girl is hooked like that. She can't stop touching it and wants her mouth on it."

"I can relate," Harry said.

"To me or to the girl?"

"Well, I can't stop thinking about yours, Justin. I don't know. I have never known what it's like to have much of a penis of my own. So when I see what you have there between your legs, it has almost a supernatural lure for me," Harry said softly as if someone might hear, even though the room was quite deserted.

"Awe baby, you need to spend a lot of time with it. We have to do that at my place. I'm going to make sure your face is down there for hours. I want you two to get acquainted even though I think your first and true love is my asshole, isn't it?" Justin stared right at Harry's flushed face.

Harry's breathing got ragged as his lust rose. He felt trapped and unable to control himself.

"So, in that way, your brain works like a girl's. You are fascinated and crave to touch and feel it," Justin said.

Harry fell silent and tried to calm himself.

Justin fussed around with something under the table and scooted himself down into a low position in the booth.

Harry felt something on his crotch and realized that Justin had kicked off his flip flops and was touching his crotch with his bare feet. He rested both his feet between Harry's fat thighs.

The same guy who had seated them appeared and Harry was unable to speak as Justin wiggled his toes and began burrowing them into the leg holes of Harry's short-shorts. They exchanged niceties, obviously knowing each other, but not well.

"I'm going to have the ravioli with Cesar salad on the side," Justin said folding his menu and handing it to the guy.

"And for you, sir," the waiter said turning to Harry.

"Oh, He's going to have the Italia Tour, dinner portion," Justin said, speaking up for Harry.

"Uh, we don't really do the dinner portions at this time of day. It's a ton of food and most people can't even finish the lunch portion."

Harry wanted to crawl under the table. These two fit young men, discussing what he was going to eat and how he could get enough to fill his fat belly was sensory overload especially given that Justin flexed his toes continuously kneading Harry's big ball-sac between the pads of his feet.

"He's really hungry," Justin said. "How about maybe just bring two for him. And if you see anything back there, leftovers or something you guys are going to throw out or just anything you might think would be good for my greedy friend here to eat, just go ahead and bring that too."

The waiter paused for a minute taking another look at Harry, whose nipple and entire man-boob had popped out. His lips curled into a slight smile, and he said, "Yeah, ok. Might be something back there. The chef hates to waste food."

When the waiter left, Harry wilted and said, "Justin please, I can't eat so much."

Justin said nothing but his long toes had finally found the lay of the land inside Harry's shorts. Harry's warm ball-sac was momentarily abandoned as Justin's long toes touched his tiny throbbing penis. "Awe baby you are leaking like crazy. I've got little Harry's clit don't I?" He said gripping the tiny penis with his toes.

Harry dropped his hands to his lap and held Justin's ankles. "Please, Justin, please, I'm going cum if you keep doing that."

"I will be very upset with you if you cum." Justin dug his toes in hard and pinched the head of Harry's penis, digging his toenails into the little shaft and leaking acorn. "Ok I'll stop moving, but my feet are staying right where they are. Your balls are keeping my toes warm."

Justin locked his knees, pressing Harry's balls and cock with great pressure and pushing everything with both his feet hard into the pubic fat. This was apparently the position he settled on.

Harry touched Justin's ankles and felt the hair on his warm skin. He could feel the strength and hardness of this little section of Justin's long legs. All Harry wanted was to lick his beautiful feet and to lose himself kissing and cleaning them with his mouth. His lust was so far beyond any manageable level, easily obliterating all rational thought. He wanted only to please Justin... to obey him and service his body. To be of use or amusement to him is all that mattered. Waves of submission assaulted his fatty brain, scrambled by the muscular feet that pinned him back in the booth, relentlessly smashing his cock and balls.

Justin typed something into his phone as he'd done repeatedly today and Harry, who had thought he was texting someone, realized that he was, in fact, typing notes. Harry could only imagine why.

In a short time, the waiter returned with a gigantic platter of plates. Justin's lunch portion of ravioli with a side of Cesar salad was dwarfed in comical fashion by the 6 large plates of food that were spread out in front of Harry. The food might have looked delicious to someone who had not just finished a large chili dog and shake.

The waiter smiled and was openly staring at Harry now. He produced a clear bag of something and said, "I thought about what you said, and I think this might be something he can eat. It was just laying around in the kitchen." He made no effort to speak to Harry at all but addressed Justin, handing him the bag with a smirk on his face.

"Is this a doggie-bag," Justin asked, stifling a laugh.

"Yeah, but you said if there was anything back there I thought he should eat."

"I did indeed. Thank you so much." Justin opened the bag which had what looked like spaghetti and red sauce with some cake on top and something that looked like 2 hard, brown biscuits." Justin looked ecstatic. "What is this," he said to the waiter, pointing to the brown objects through the bag.

"Oh those are the chef's special dog biscuits. He's famous for them. They are a very popular item here. Any doggie-bag gets one or two but these have gone stale and the chef refuses to send stale dog biscuits home with his clients.

"Man, thank you so much. That's perfect. Maybe this will be able to top him off," Justin said as he opened the bag and poured the mess equally on top of the plates in front of Harry.

The waiter made a disgusted expression and looked sickened. "Ok, dude, I'm going to leave it with you," he said gesturing toward Harry with one hand.

As he walked off, Harry started to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

Justin shushed him softly and put his hand on Harry's. "Piggy, you have to eat all this now."

Harry shook his head in disbelief.

Justin now sat up, and gripped both of Harry's fat hands and leaned close to his face. "I want you to imagine yourself in your comfortable house alone at night with the door locked and the pizza guy has just left. You strip off your clothes and settle down to a good movie while you stuff down those pizzas and most of a half gallon of ice cream. It's okay pig. I read your blog where you wrote about that. This is no different. Just relax and take as long as you need. But know this, Harry: we are not be leaving this restaurant until every bit of this food is in your belly."

The Italia Tour dishes were probably excellent, but having been covered over with table scraps ruined the effect entirely. Justin quietly filmed as Harry started picking through the slop. As it wore on, Harry sweated and took breaks for a few minutes here and there. Justin slumped back down and with his big toe found the head of Harry's little penis which was wet and slick. He made little circles on it as Harry shoveled the rich Italian food into his pig mouth.

Harry ate around some of the items that seemed like they didn't belong wherever he could, like part of a slice of cheesecake. Justin reminded him that it all must go. Still Harry avoided the dog biscuits.

"You told him about me, didn't you," Harry said during one of his breaks.

"The waiter? Yes, baby, I know him. I told him you were a pig and that you would eat anything. That's all he knows. I texted him this morning," Justin said raising his phone. "I want a closeup of you eating your dog biscuits. He wants to see too."

Harry had done exactly what Justin had urged him to do earlier; he had given up and given in. He knew there was no way out except to eat it all. The food actually was very delicious to him and he used that to get through it. He let his pig brain concentrate on the many flavors and textures. He found that indulgent, gluttonous muscle somewhere in his brain and he flexed it hard, again and again. Amazingly, he had almost finished it all and his belly was about to burst.

"Justin, I can't. I'm going to explode," he said moaning and holding his lower belly.

"You're almost there, my pig. This makes me so happy. Take the waistband of your shorts and put it down under your belly. You don't want any pressure on it. You need all the room you can get in there. You are a truly disgusting fat hog," Justin said.

Harry did as instructed and it helped a tiny bit. His belly just flopped out fully exposed.

"No pig would hesitate to eat those dog biscuits. You get busy now or I'll order you a dessert," Justin warned.

Harry remembered how Justin had doubled the donuts and he shuddered, having no doubt that Justin would do just as he promised. He chewed both of the dry crunchy dog biscuits as his handler took video.

"Your job is to eat when I want you to eat, pig," Justin said, as Harry slowly consumed the dog food.

And soon enough, mercifully, the tortuous meal ended. Justin helped Harry get his massive lard body up and out of the booth. When Harry stood up, his belly assumed its most bloated proportions, of probably ever in his lifetime. It was incredibly tight and Justin lightly touched it with one hand and held the lower part of it with the other.

Justin seemed mesmerized, but Harry breathlessly said, "No, please, don't touch it. It's too tight."

"Wow, it's so full! It's much larger than before... and hot, I mean warm to the touch. Man, the heat coming off this massive pile of lard...", Justin said in disbelief.

A well-dressed young Latin couple followed the waiter in and were seated nearby. Harry didn't care any longer. He was too stuffed and too uncomfortable. He started to try to pull his tank top down and then thought better of. With his entire belly exposed and on display, he waddled out, belly first like a woman about to give birth to triplets. Immediately, he was reminded of how many people were on the boardwalk as the sun hit the glaring white skin of his gut. His navel was surely 6 or 7 inches deep at this point. He tried to pull his shorts up and over but it was so tight and full. So he walked like that back toward the truck. Justin was beaming with pride as his prized show-pig waddled through the crowd displaying his distended, bloated and aching belly for hundreds of people to gawk at.

Just as Justin's pride reached it's apex, so Harry's shame was reflected in the angry faces of those he passed, angry that so much obscene lard on display would be allowed to ruin their fun afternoon. Some made exaggerated attempts to avoid getting too close to it, while others just stared. Many held their phones up openly, not caring to spare this brazen pig the embarrassment.

"Baby, I want to strip you naked right now and let you run back to the truck through all these people. Do you think you can make it," Justin asked quietly.

"God no, Justin I'll be arrested. What are you talking about?" Harry was horrified.

"I want them all to see a naked pig on the loose," Justin said.

Harry picked up the pace and was almost jogging in abject terror that Justin might actually strip him. Sadly, this made everything about the spectacle worse as his massive belly bounced and jiggled, with rolls of lard rippling like waves. His tight shirt rode up even more so that both his breasts were out. But the heavy lard tire at the bottom of his belly was the real show stopper. It was hanging so low and protruding so far out as to conceal his shorts entirely. Harry sweated profusely.

To Harry's great relief they reached the side street where the truck was parked. Justin was laughing uncontrollably. Inside the truck, Justin turned the AC all the way up, and Harry's near heart-attack-level of anxiety began to abate. On the dive home, very little was said. Justin finally spoke up and said, "You make me so happy. This might be my best day ever."

Back at Mirabella, Justin left the truck running in his driveway and looked lovingly at Harry for a long moment. "I want you to change out of your new clothes so I can launder them before the stains set in." Harry got out and began walking toward the front door.

"No pig, you can't go in like that. Just change out here. No one is watching," Justin said.

Harry didn't object. The neighbor was nowhere to be seen. Justin rummaged in his duffle bag while Harry stripped.

"Hurry up, piggy. Shoes too. You dripped that trashy shit everywhere, remember. Everything has to be washed," he said.

Harry kicked off the sandals and handed them to him. He was now completely naked and barefoot on the driveway of Justin's townhouse community. Something he had never imaged in his life.

"Justin, you have my other clothes. Come on, hurry" Harry said, while frantically looking in every direction.

"I'm not giving them back today, Harry. You are driving home in your natural state, a naked pig," Justin said.

Harry exploded inside. "Justin, no. Absolutely not. It's too much. Give me my clothes right now," Harry begged, growing desperate.

The gate screeched as it opened for a car entering the community. Harry moved toward the truck and Justin took a few steps toward his doorstep.

"Harry, look, it will be fine. You can drive straight home, it's like only an hour. No one will notice you, much," Justin said tossing the bag with Harry's clothes onto the stoop by the door.

Harry was furious now. "Dude!" he yelled furiously at Justin.

But Justin came back over to him and said loudly, "No, Harry! Now I've got stuff to do. Drive your fat ass home. For one hour you will be the naked pig out in the world you are meant to be. For one hour you can live the reality for which you were born."

Flustered and needing cover, Harry got in the truck and closed the door as the neighbor pulled into his garage, staring hard.

Justin leaned in through the open window and kissed Harry on the mouth. His right hand kneaded his fat breast like pizza dough and pinched his pink nipple, which was, at the moment, larger than could be found on most women. "If you get arrested or something, call me, and I will come help you. You need this. This is very good for you. Now obey your farmer."

The kiss reset Harry's brain and he was silent and instantly compliant even though the consequences were unthinkable to him.

Harry adjusted his naked ass, slick with sweat and sliding a bit on the leather seat. He slowly pulled out of Justin's driveway into the busy Ft. Lauderdale traffic and headed home.