Taking the Lad out of Alladin Ch. 13

My face was kind of a mess. My jaw was sore. My butt hurt, and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. My dick was locked in a tiny metal cage that hurt like hell whenever it tried to get hard, and pinched sometimes. And my stripper version of Mr. Miyagi was asking me questions all of a sudden.

Specifically, she wanted to know if I thought I had earned a pig tail by eating out a pussy while a guy butt-fucked me. I didn't even know how much those things cost, let alone what the going rate of barter was for one. And was this a loan, or could I keep it for later? How long did a pigtail butt plug last? Was it dishwasher safe?

I hated all these questions. When I was licking and oinking and getting my ass fucked I had this wonderful, fuzzy, warm feeling in my head. Like a really warm blanket on a cold warming. Now I was trying to think, and it was unravelling. I wanted to keep that feeling, but the more I thought the more it slipped away.

I looked directly at the camera Jasmine was pointing at my face, and my reflection stared back at me. I was afraid if I tried to answer she'd want to discuss it with me, so I just stuck my tongue out as far as I could (which was pretty far now) and licked the extra pussy juice off my face. I made a lot of grunting, oinking noises and smiled for the camera, then wiggled my butt like I had a tail.

Or like it was getting fucked. I shimmied my hips and felt the metal cage bouncing around, pulling my cock from one side to the other. My funbags started jiggling, and I kept making the oinking noises. At least Jasmine wasn't trying to debate me, and it kind of reminded me how I felt when

Paul was fucking my ass and that Kate broad was rubbing her pussy all over my face.

I could see Jasmine letting the camera pan down to my big tits and lingering there for a few seconds before she stepped to the side and zoomed in on the chastity cage. I turned my head and watched the camera out of the corner of my eye, and the flesh was really purple and angry where it was trying to push its way through the bars.

My brain was holding on to that warm, fuzzy feeling as best it could, but it was still slipping away. Then Paul was standing in front of me. His dick was soft, but still looked pretty big, and he handed the butt plug to Kate, leaned over, and whispered in her ear. She grinned and kind of laughed, then walked behind me.

I kind of wasn't sure what the etiquette was here. Like, a dude's dick was right in front of me. Was it rude to stare? Was I expected to compliment it? Uhhh, all this thinking was really harshing my buzz.

Then he kind of picked it up and held it out in front of me. "You got my cock dirty you nasty little piggy. You need to clean it off you want a tail like a good piggy."

I swallowed hard. I was getting used to the idea of having way more dicks in my holes than I would have thought a couple of days ago, but that particular schlong had just been in my butt. I didn't want it in my mouth. It was shiny in a bad way and smelled pretty gross and the fuzzy feeling was gone anyway.

Then Kate started inserting the butt plug. And I opened my mouth and arched my back and made a weird kind of grunting and moaning sound. And I noticed that the people in the background were watching me, holding their breath, and waiting to see what I did again. And I started to get that fuzzy warm feeling again. I knew what I wanted, I wanted that feeling back, and I was ready for some ass-to-mouth to get it if that's what it took.

I took a deep breath, did my best to ignore the taste, and wrapped my lips around Paul's dick. Kate was working the end of the plug around in my ass, not really inserting it, just opening me back up with it a little at a time.

That feeling was starting to come back, then Paul's dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little. I felt his hand twisting my hair and pulling my head up as he dragged his cock out of my mouth. It was slick with spit and phlegm and other things I didn't want to think about it. He held my head up and I could see his cock starting to get hard again. Fucking refractory period, why couldn't it be on my side for once?

Mistress Kate had the plug in my ass and was just holding it there. It felt weirder than the ass-fucking had, like my butt was sprained and just being held open. "Oink oink for cock, Piggy."

I oinked. I didn't even think about it. I just did it. I oinked and Jasmine was back in front of me filming as Paul shoved his dick back in my mouth.

I went to work on him then, trying to keep some control. I wrapped my lips around and the head and sucked, then took more into my mouth but backed off just as I felt myself starting to choke. Kate went back to twisting the plug and working it in and out with sharp stabs. It was wider than Paul's cock had been, and not as long, but the taper was driving me crazy.

I wished she'd just shove it in so I could get used to it, but she was having to much fun letting my hole close then opening it again. I was rocking my hips in time with her fucking me, and floating on cloud nine.

I think Paul was enjoying himself too. His eyes were closed and his head was kind of back while I worked up another mouthful of spit and slobbered it all over his cock. I even got adventurous and tried to work my tongue into the little hole he peed out of, and sucked on his balls a little bit.

Okay, I still felt great and was having fun, but ball hair is super gross and I think I got a loose hair wedged between two of my teeth so I went back to working on his dick. He didn't seem to mind.

People had moved even closer, and we were basically surrounded now. Kate was working my ass with the plug, stretching me out and letting me relax, I was sucking a dick that finally didn't taste like my ass anymore. I wasn't thinking about anything, just feeding off the lust of the people around me. I was basically fucking Paul's cock with my face, and ignoring the fluids running down my chin and the dull ache of my caged cock.

Then Paul yanked my cock out of his mouth, and gave it a few hard strokes. Kate shoved the plug all the way in my ass just as the dick in front my of face came. My ass clenched down around the narrow neck of the plug, sucking it into my body and tight up against my ass crack as jizz drenched my face.

I whored it up for the crowd, oinking and trying to catch the come. I tried to lick it off my face where I could, and used my hands to scoop it up and feed it to myself where I couldn't. It tasted salty and bitter and kind of like bad gravy, but everyone was watching me and I loved it.

My brain was gone at that point, and I just wanted to be a brainless sex toy forever. I wanted to spend my nights crawling around on all fours with my big tits hanging underneath me like slutty cow udders, and my curly tail sticking out behind my caged dick. I had a mouthful of cock slime, and another load in my ass that was trapped there by the butt plug, and I wanted more jizz in each hole. I wanted to be filled so much that it would overflow, like I was a come volcano. I wanted women to hose the come off of me off in alleys behind lesbian dive bars then let me crawl around licking their shoes and getting them off while they rode my face and made fun of my caged dick.

That didn't happen, I mean I don't think it ever does. And I didn't keep that super high feeling long, but I did manage to hold into some of it this time. Someone came up with a leash, and Jasmine and Kate took turns leading me around the room. Paul wrapped a towel around his waist and fell asleep on a couch. Wimp. Jasmine's phone ran out of memory and Kate's wi-fi was kind of shitty, so other people started taking videos and pictures of my big jugs, my tail, and my locked cock. And of course, my face with its piggy nose.

People played with my tits and complimented my tail. I wagged it for them and oinked as best I could. I don't think it was that great of an oink, but evidently we were all city people and not farm kids so it was no big. Oinking kept me from having to talk, having to think, and I could just ride that cloud of pleasure. The women seemed especially vicious, and kept trying to get my cock harder in its cage. They asked Jasmine about the key, and she said she left it at her apartment and wasn't going to go back for it.

She told everyone I had a pathetic cock anyway, and it wouldn't give anyone pleasure. Normally I would have been pissed and tried to argue, but that got a lot of the women in the room looking over and kind of smiling at me, in a cat or maybe wolf kind of way, and my brain felt so good I didn't bother.

My knees were sore and my boobs hurt from all the pinching and groping. It had been a really long day and I kind of just wanted to go to sleep on the floor, when I noticed Anna and Jasmine talking. I don't even remember the name of the woman, but she was letting me suck on her nipples until my dick got so hard the pain made me stop. She would give me a tit, then let me suck on the her nipple until the cage hurt so bad I had to stop. Then she'd smile and giggle and wait for my dick to get soft and give me the other one to suck on.

People were starting to lose interest though and act like they were getting ready to leave, and I wasn't feeling as nice, when Anna clapped her hands. All eyes, including mine, swiveled towards her.

She smiled, at me specifically then, and I licked my lips. When the conversation died down, she crooked her finger at me, and I started crawling over. "Look, I think we can agree that Piggy here did a really good, slutty job tonight." There was clapping and cheers, and Anna waited for them to die down before she continued. "And do we think Piggy should get a chance to strip for us all? Professionally?" More applause and cheering, and I remembered that the whole point of me debasing myself was to get the chance to debase myself professionally. I clenched my thighs and moaned at the thought as I crawled over and stopped in front of Anna. At least one thing had gone right.

But then Anna continued. "However, I want to see one more thing."

I looked up at her, and looked down at me and smiled. Jasmine handed her something that looked like a cross between one of those wavy arm things in front of used car dealers and an ice cream scoop. It was all soft edges and weird angles. The way they were both grinning at me seemed... ominous.

"I want to see this little pig orgasm. And since the key to his chastity cage is clear across town, we'll just have to give it a piggygasm."

Jasmine squatted down and grabbed my chin, and whispered into my ear. "Did you think I'd forgotten your little temper tantrum? I hope it was worth it, because this is what it cost you. No more orgasms, from now on its piggygasms for you. Involuntary, pleasure-less, and humiliating."

I whimpered and starting sweating. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I was pretty sure it involved the thing Anna was holding, and I wouldn't enjoy it. "I'm sorry, really, really sorry-"

Jasmine moved her hand so it covered my mouth. "Oh, you're not yet. You're really not. But after awhile, when you're crazy with lust and can't even remember what an orgasm feels like, when your ridiculous dick is always hurting and rubbing on that cage, just apologize and ask me and I'll turn your caged, aching, hurting cock into a nice, juicy, tight little pussy. I'll give you a hot sexy pussy and a cute little clit that will give you such delicious pleasure. Orgasms like you can't imagine."

I just whimpered. My brain literally couldn't make words just then. I didn't have anything against women, but giving up my dick seemed really extreme, and I couldn't wrap my brain around it. The boobs were one thing, but having a new hole down there for guys to fuck... like, it wasn't me. I couldn't picture it being me.

Then Jasmine smiled. "Until then..." And she stood up. "Piggygasm time!"

-Casey Heart