I was just beginning a long-term work project south of San Fran. The work days were short at that time and I was staying at a hotel just off the 101. On night one I was cruising Doublelist.com offering to host at my hotel when I got a reply from a guy that indicated he was a dom top (just my type). We exchange a few emails and text messages and when I called him Master he corrected me, “Not Master, Boss. Call me Boss. I will call you pig-man.”

I told him I was staying at Springhill just off the 101. He asked if it was the place with the office on one end and all the rooms along the freeway. I said, “It is.” “I know the place. What kind of underwear do you have?” “I wear bikini briefs.” “Good. Do you have a shirt that buttons?” “Yes.” “Be outside the door at the other end from the office at 2AM. Wear only your underwear and the shirt.”

When I dressed for Boss the shirt I picked was just long enough to cover my ass so I switched from briefs to a thong. At exactly 2AM I walked out the back door wearing only a 2(x)ist mesh thong and a button-down shirt. He hadn’t said anything about shoes so I was barefoot. I had my key card tucked in the waist band of the thong. I saw headlights come on at the end of the parking lot. “It’s gotta be him.” I thought. A black pickup drove up to me. The window powered down. A swarthy middle easterner sat at the wheel. “I am Boss, pig-man. Come here.”

I approach the open window. “Open your shirt.” I unbuttoned my shirt. He reached out and twisted my left nipple. “Ow, goddamn!” “Do not blaspheme and stay silent, you will wake people.” He twisted my nipple again, this time I was ready and just gasped. “Better.” He held out his hand, “Give me the card.” I handed him my key card, he tucked it in the visor above him. “Get in, pig-man.” I thought this is a good way to just disappear but for some reason walked around and got in the truck.

He drove to a nearby strip mall and drove around back. He backed into a small loading dock, “Get out, pig-man.” Oh, shit, I got out. He got out the other side and walked to the back of the truck. He was a burly middle easterner, maybe 5’10”, stocky build maybe 210lbs. “This is my shop. My brother and mine. We will not be disturbed here.” He opened the tailgate. “Come here, pig-man.” I walked to the back of the truck. “Bend over.” He pushed me toward the open tailgate. I leaned over resting my elbows on the cool metal of the tailgate. He flipped my shirt over my head. “You wear the underwear of a whore, pig-man.” He pulled my thong down to my knees. I heard his belt hiss as it was pulled through the belt loops. “Stay silent, pig-man.” Whap! The belt lashed across my ass, I heard the crack before the pain flashed through me. I barely stifled a scream. He pulled my thong down to my ankles, “Lift your foot, pig-man.” He pulled off my thong and wadded it up, “Open your mouth, pig-man.” He stuffed the wadded-up thong in my mouth. “Good. We go again.” Whap! My knees buckled and the thong stifled my outcry. “Can you do again, pig-man?” I nodded yes. Whap, again this time I whimpered. “Three more and we shall go do something more if you do not cry out too loudly.” Whap! My arms and knees buckled and I collapsed face down onto the tailgate. Whap! Whap! My ass burned and tears ran down my face. “Good. Stay where you are pig-man.” He tossed his belt into the bed of the truck.

He moved to directly behind me and kicked my feet apart. He stood closer and caressed my ass, “Your flesh burns hot, pig-man. Like a roasted pig-man.” He laughed at his own joke. He pressed my ass cheeks apart and spit on my exposed hole. I felt a finger press into me and gasped at the sudden intrusion. “You are very tight, pig-man but I will fuck you anyways.” I heard the zipper and felt his trousers brush the back of my legs as he pushed down his pants. I felt the tip of his cock press against my puckered hole. He grabbed my hips and lunged forward, I screamed into the thong. Mercifully he pulled out, “You are right, pig-man, you are too tight. Do not move.”

He stepped out of his pants and jockeys and laid them on the tailgate in front of my face. I heard him walk around the truck and heard the door open. I heard him rustled around in the cab then the door closed and he was behind me again. He poured something on my ass and worked it into me with a finger, then two fingers. More liquid poured onto me and more fingers stretched me open. “Now we go again, pig-man.” I felt his cock at my entrance. He plunged in again. This time I only gasped into my gag. I felt his hips pressed against my ass, he had slammed all the way in. “Good, pig-man. Now we fuck.”

He pulled back until he was completely out of me and immediately slammed in again. I gasped again. He did it again and again until I was whimpering under his assault. Finally, he stayed in, pistoning the full length into me but not completely withdrawing. His pace increased until he was panting and grunting with his effort. My ass was stretched open by now and I was moaning more in pleasure than in pain. With a final lunge he plastered himself across me and I felt his prick pulse in my ass, felt the flood of his cum in my bowels. He lay across me panting for several minutes before withdrawing. My hole gaped, his cum ran down my thighs. He stood and reached around to pull the thong-gag from my mouth. I couldn’t see but think he used my thong to clean himself. He threw the sopping rag onto the tailgate and picked up his clothes. I heard him getting dressed.

“Get up, pig-man, and put on your whore underwear.” He stood there with a look of contempt on his face as I slipped on the thong. “Take off your shirt. Put the shirt on the seat and get in. I don’t want your whore ass leaking on my seat.” I got in as ordered and he drove back to the hotel.

In the hotel lot he parked at the far end between two cars. ‘Get out and put on your shirt, pig-man.” The shirt was slimy with the cum that had leaked from me but I put it on. “Come to my side, pig-man.” I walked around, he was outside holding my key card. He pointed to a spot in front of him, “Kneel here, pig-man.” I knelt in front of him. He moved closer and lowered his pants. His white jockeys displayed a respectable bulge. OK, I thought, I’ve done ass to mouth before I can suck him no problem. He stepped closer, “You may unwrap your prize, pig-man.” I pulled down his jockeys and his cock popped free. I hadn’t seen it to this point and was surprised. It was 6 ½ to 7 inches long but was cone shaped; 5 inches around the foreskin encased head but at least 7 inches at the base. A bright pink knob peeked through the chocolate brown foreskin. It was all framed with a thick patch of black pubic hair. “Open your mouth, pig-man.” I didn’t think I could stretch my mouth open enough to get it all in but it was mote point. Instead of pushing toward my mouth he peeled back his foreskin and let fly with a stream of hot piss! It soaked my face and hair, only a small amount getting in my mouth as he directed stream to make sure I was covered in it. My face, my hair, my shirt, my thong all soaked in his hot piss. When he was done he pulled up his jockeys and pants.

He handed me my key card. “Go now, pig-man. Know you did well. Be outside tomorrow at the same time. We will fuck you even more.” We???

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