Leather Skin Biker

I once used and abused a boy I call “nolimitpigboy.” I met him online very early on a Saturday morning. I hadn’t planned to play, but I was horny and awake at 4:00 a.m. nolimitpigboy presented as just that: a pig who had no limits. I could not remember running into a boy online who claimed to have absolutely no limits until that morning. The piggy sadist in me was really intrigued. I probed him before meeting him for signs of limits, and based on his answers, he really had none. Of course, once he volunteered a key piece of information, it all made sense: he was tweaking. As a rule I don’t knowingly play with boys who are “under the influence,” and I certainly don’t go looking for them. I’m up front about that in my online profiles. But given the hour, and the blank check this pig boy was offering me, I decided to invite him over.

nolimitpigboy arrived at my door high. He didn’t look different or odd. In fact, he seemed to behave quite normally. As for his look, he was total boy next door, an all-American, cleancut, clean shaven, goodlooking boy. I grew very excited when he stepped in and he stripped on my command just inside the door. He stood about 5′10″, with blond hair and blue eyes and a baby face. He was 27 or 28 years old tops. He had a swimmer’s build, nice smooth chest and stomach, a nice tight little ass, and a 7″ cut cock. I thought to myself that I was really going to enjoy this. I also thought that this one would wind up very sore and very bruised.

With the boy in my presence, under my control, I confirmed again that he did not want to use a safeword and that there were no limits. He affirmed that he wanted no safeword and there were no limits. Life doesn’t drop opportunities like this on my lap every day, and I had been thinking about what exactly I wanted to do to a no limit pig boy. It went without saying that I was going to put him in the sling and breed his boy cunt. I also considered watersports, shaving, Sharpie markers, nipple torture, hot wax, and other standards. I didn’t really need to fuck him up with alcohol or poppers, since he arrived pre-medicated. Given the hour, I assumed that he’d been high for hours and probably already been fucked multiple times that night. I figured that I was his last stop that night. There was something about this boy that told me he would take pain. It was something deeper than simply him saying he had no limits. Once he presented himself to me, I began to tap into this darkness in him. I could feel it.

My gut told me to get at the darkness, probe it, explore it, exploit it. So I did. I gave his pretty face a nice hard backhand. That felt good. I observed his reaction–his cock sprung to attention with the backhand. Given that response, I ratcheted things up a bit by throwing punches to his chest–one, then another, and another, and another. The boy took it in stride. He seemed to be built for this kind of play. This really seemed to loosen him up. He didn’t draw away or ask me to stop–he just kept taking it. This was good fun. I loved watching what his face did each time I hit him–he’d grimace slightly, but didn’t look sad. In fact, he seemed to soak the punches up like a sponge. The boy was a pain pig for sure. I was punching him hard enough that there were sure to be bruises. He’d be wearing my calling card for a few weeks, easily.

By the time I had finished with the chest punches nolimitpigboy was dripping. He was really turned on, and so was I. I decided that next I’d check out his boy cunt. I love that initial moment of discovery when I finger a boy’s hole for the first time, checking for tightness, smoothness, and evidence of other men’s cum. This boy’s hole was nicely tight, smooth, warm, and wet. He’d taken loads from one or more men that night. I found that really hot. Here was a boy who lived up to the name “pig.” There was no need to lube him up since he was pre-lubed with spooge. With boy placed conveniently in sling, legs spread nicely for me, I slid into him and the semen of how many other men I do not know. I thought about how hot it was, and how much I would enjoy adding my load to the others this fucking pig had already taken. What happened next was unexpected, and a little unsettling at first. But then it really turned me on big time.

As I pounded his pig hole with my pierced cut cock, I happened to look down at the floor. I saw these dark spots on the floor and thought at first that he was leaking shit on the floor. I stopped thrusting into his hole and pulled out long enough to bend down and take some of whatever it was on my finger so I could smell it. It wasn’t shit. It was blood. At first that fucked with my head. I’d never had a boy bleed onto the floor like that before, and it seemed alarming at first. But then I processed it, and in this context it worked. So I slid back into him and continued fucking his hungry pig hole, now lubricated with cum and blood. And he bled still more. That turned out to be highly erotic and heady for me–knowing that I’d made him bleed and was continuing to plow him and making him continue to bleed out of his asshole. All of that swirled around in my head, and I fucked him good, and then I was ready to breed this pig. I unloaded inside him, adding my cum to the blood and the cum of those other men. I knew the pig was going to be dripping cum and blood when I took him out of the sling and put him on his feet. That thought aroused me as well.

At that point I was ready for a break. I felt great, and the boy seemed just fine. His blue eyes just beamed. I told him I wanted to lay down and relax for a few. It was nearly 7:00 a.m. by then, and I had been up all night without the benefit of any illegal substances–my ass was tired. So we lay in bed making out and talking. I worked his nipples over lightly while we talked. He was basking in the “afterglow” of the chest punches and my ripping his ass up. What a romantic little scene, eh? So our conversation goes in a not entirely unexpected direction at that point, when he starts talking about how hot it would be if I really hurt him and then dumped his body someplace. Yeah, we were verbalizing a snuff fantasy. Talking about offing him and dumping his body got me hard again, as it did him. What a twisted little motherfucker. He provided the cues and I ran with it. I suggested ideas for the type of place I could dump his body, such as an industrial area on the South Side. I talked about how I could do it–suffocation, gun, drug OD. He just ate that shit up.

All the snuff fantasy talk had made me really horny, and I spontaneously straddled him and started punching his torso again. This boy sure made a nice punching bag. I pounded him with my fist until I got what I really wanted–I made him cry. How hot was that? The pig was hard and crying at the same fucking time. That turned me on so much that I fucked his bloody cummy hole again. The whole time I was fucking him we kept talking about how he was never going to be seen again, where I’d dump his body, and how much I’d enjoy that. Then I put my second load up inside him. After that I was really spent. All I wanted to do was sleep. The sun was out, and it was going for 9:00 a.m. Sensing my exhaustion, nolimitpigboy offers me some of what he had been doing that night. I abstained courteously, telling him “Thanks, but no.”

The next thing I remember was waking up and finding that he’d gone. It was nearly 1:00 p.m. I was not pleased that I’d conked out with the boy still about the loft. I got up and looked around, checking for my credit cards and cash, laptop, etc. Nothing was missing. Deep down I think nolimitpigboy was the boy next door. I looked at the towel I’d used to sop up his blood from the floor. The bloody towel confirmed that I had not been dreaming–the whole thing really happened.

I received an e-mail from nolimitpigboy about two weeks later. He reported that I’d seriously bruised up his torso, and that it turned him on every time he looked at the bruised flesh in the mirror. It turned me on to imagine him looking at what I did to him. I’m the kind of man who likes to know that I’ve made an impact–the bruises confirmed that I did.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 at 4:36 am and is filed under Bloody, Breeding, Fucking, Humiliation, Pain, Snuff, Unwrapped.