He was the alpha male. Many didn’t realise that pigs had a social hierarchy. He was the one on top. Pushing all the other males into subservience. He had his pick of the breeding. The meddling humans had tried to separate me from the sows. They wanted the lesser males to breed as well. Disgusting. They had their chances to challenge me and all had failed. The humans served us with shelter, food and medicines. In exchange. . .well they took our piglets. That was all it took. 

I had tolerated their interference, they fed me after all. Why risk losing the free food? Sure it meant allowing them to separate him from the females. He knew they would be returned. He never saw the piglets. The humans always took them away. Probably to be served in another area. Good, he wouldn’t share his resources even with his kin. The strong survive and thrive. He knew other piglets were safe as occasionally a new batch of sows would be delivered. Preventing me getting bored with the holes I’d already claimed. It saved me driving them off or killing the young to stop them being a threat.

After a sow had given birth she was never as tight again. So fresh females were always a welcome sight. His cast off sows were probably sent to lesser males, they could have his sloppy seconds. They were worn out now. Just hollowed out husks. His larger than most males piglets had stretched and destroyed their holes. Wouldn’t be worth a second mounting if the hole was like fucking a fleshy sock with no elastic. 

If the humans were dumb enough to leave a dried up old sow with me then she’d have to be punished. Sometimes you’d have to remind the lazy humans that they had a duty to serve. That meant discarding this latest cum sock and providing me a fresh one from my harem. 

It was a good life. Growing fat on food brought to me. Emptying my balls in fresh and clean holes. Young sows that still appreciated a male. The older wretches mistakenly believed that they should be more than a hole. Foolish. The males fight for position. They protect and defend. A sow being valued. Once you have stretched your hole and distended your teats you had no value for the top male. Maybe an underling but never the alpha. 

It had been a year of being the alpha. He was really getting large now. The smaller females struggled to hold him up for the full 30 minutes it took to unload his mighty nuts. Unworthy breeding stock if their fragile legs couldn’t hold up a real male. This last one didn’t even last 10 minutes. Interrupting my orgasm. She was unworthy. Having his orgasm interrupted had left him in a foul mood. He’d woken up and walked over to her for this. Stupid whore couldn’t even be a hole. 

The sow had deep lacerations to her sides from his hooves and had several bite marks around her neck and head. “Ok, he’s done enough. He was a good breeder but now he’s fat and aggressive.” The vet informed the man. “I know, he can’t be a breeder any more. It’s hard though. He was such a cute piglet.” The farmer was normally quite pragmatic. In this regard he was letting his heart speak to his head. “You can use a new technique. CBT will retrain him if you keep up the training and adhere to it strictly. It may seem harsh but it is for the best Many of the pigs I see to have had great changes thanks to the CBT method” The vet was packing his stuff up. “I think I have a leaflet on it. I’ll grab it for you.” He said as he headed to his car.

Following him outside the farmer was on his phone. “I’ve found it online. Are you really sure this will work? It seems a bit extreme.” “It can be, it is a lot of effort and time. He won’t like it. He will squeal and grunt and fight you. You must not show weakness. He will be testing you as an alpha. If you want him to behave you have to see the therapy all the way through. Once he shows total submission to you it can all stop. CBT can take a few days in some stubborn ones you’ll take weeks or even a few months so he has to be worth it”. The farmer was shocked but it made a weird sort of sense. “And you say a lot of farmers are doing this?” He didn’t really believe it. “In the last few years it has become the way to handle them. If they are worth it. Is he worth the effort and time?” The vet stepped into his car. “Yes, he is” The farmer replied watching the vet leave.

The car turned the corner, items slipping along from the next seat. “There it is. Should I turn back” He voiced out loud. “No, he saw it online and can ring me if he struggles” A leaflet on Controlled Behavioural Therapy was thrown to the side. Depicting new stalls made with fencing and separating the pigs.

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The pig was in the modified gestation crate. The vet was right he had squealed and fought him something fierce. But that was normal. He kept telling himself that this was normal. A vet had recommended it. His online search had lead him to Cock and Ball Torture. He couldn’t find any info on the use on pigs. That wasn’t unusual though. A lot of farming stuff wasn’t online. After some searching on farmers forums and asking questions, he had finally seen some guides and videos. The people he spoke to asked him to record it to help other farmers see the difference CBT could make. He’d set up recording equipment. He should give back. 

He’d seen some pretty awful videos in the last few days. The guides were so barbaric. The pigs fought in the pens, so this seemed like a not too alien a concept to him. It seemed unfair but that also made sense. The bigger and stronger one won the fight. He could do that with his intelligence. He’d even text the vet after a few days of watching videos. ‘Do I need to do it for such a long time?’ ‘Yes, penning them in for easier control helps. They must be made to see you as the one in charge’ ‘I’ve seen some videos, I’m not sure I can do it’ ‘Course you can, you are smart and you want what’s best for him. I can come and get the process started if you want but it’d be a few hours plus call out fee’ ‘No, I can manage it. I can’t afford to spend that kind of money on him’ ‘Good luck and if he gets too injured trying to escape then let me know.’

How dare that human place him in the breeding crates of the sows. He was not meant to be here. Filthy. It stank of the lesser pigs the sows. He tolerated their smell when it meant an orgasm. Now it was disgusting. They stank of weakness and need. If only he could stand up he could fight. Bound up like this with his feet unable to touch the ground, his legs through the harness. He was helpless. The word caught in his mind’s throat. No! He was not helpless, he was going to fight the moment that human came closer. 

The thought left his mind instantly. *Thwack* The paddle landed squarely on his fat right nut. The shock made it take till the second hit to register. *Thwack* He squealed and thrashed. He’d never had his nuts attacked. He’d never really experienced any pain. He was the king of his pen! *Thwack* The third hit made him spay out his legs. Trying in vain to protect his nuts with his legs. *Thwack* No use, as the next hit sent another lightning shock through him. *Thwack* Why!? He was the alpha! *Thwack* Tears were welling up in his eyes. *Thwack* Please, stop. The thought was a shock. He was in charge he wouldn’t beg. *Thwack* He felt sick. *Thwack* He bit down, he wouldn’t squeal again. *Thwack* His heart pounded, adrenaline tried to give him to strength to fight or flee. 

*Thwack* The paddle was sending a shock wave out across the surface of the pig’s bulging testicles. *Thwack* Was this right? *Thwack* He wasn’t sure but the pig was reacting to the pain but not aggressively. *Thwack* The pig was convulsing but he wasn’t kicking at the farmer, just trying to shield his nuts. It was working *Thwack* Perhaps he wouldn’t need weeks. *Thwack* A day or two should really hammer it home. *Thwack*

Despite his pride, the repeated blows to the same spot was having a cumulative effect. *Thwack* He squealed. *Thwack* He convulsed and kicked, the tears flowing freely now. *Thwack* He squealed his submission. *Thwack* Please. Please stop. *Thwack* Noooo please don’t destroy my nuts. *Thwack* I need them. *Thwack* I beg you. Stop. *Thwack* The human wasn’t listening. *Thwack* This wasn’t going to stop. *Thwack* The human was going to destroy his nuts. *Thwack* All this for that fucking weak ass slut? *Thwack* No, please. I can just go back *Thwack* I’ll be a good breeder. *Thwack* You can’t do this. *Thwack* You need me. *Thwack* The lesser males can’t give you the successful piglets I can. . . . .several seconds past, no more blows. Yes, the human understood.

The farmer moved to the other side. The guides said not to focus too much on one area. *Thwack* The blow landed on the pig’s left nut. The response was explosive. The pig was trying to fly. To escape the harness. *Thwack* Time to tenderise his left nut. *Thwack* The same shock wave travelling across his left nut. *Thwack*

The human wasn’t showing compassion. He was evil. *Thwack* Nooooo. *Thwack* Please. *Thwack* Please! *Thwack* PLEASE *Thwack* PLEASE! *Thwack*

He alternated between each testicle. Going back to the right, then the left. He’s been swapping every 5 minutes for the last hour. The swollen and red testicles of the pig throbbing with its heartbeat. The outline of the paddle could be seen in the swelling. His hits had been very accurate. Very little deviance only a few millimetres here and there.  The top, bottom and sides of each nut abused equally. 

The pig was shuddering in place. His voice hoarse from the squealing and begging. He’d lost control of his bladder 30 minutes into the punishment. There was a puddle of piss, sweat and tears below him. He was coughing and struggling to get his breath back.

“Well that was step one” The farmer said to the pig, not that the pig understood it was more to alleviate his own guilt. “Step two”. He opened up a cardboard box. A selection of bull clips. “Time to begin”

The pig still shuddering from the pain was taken aback. The farmers fingers were tweaking his nipples. He always liked it when the sow’s back hair tickled his nips. He was relaxing into. . .wait. The human was hurting him not so long ago. Why was he pleasing him now? His brain was struggling to comprehend what was going on. Why was it pain and then pleasure? Why did his pleas go unheard and yet now he was no longer being hurt? What did he do to get it to stop?

The first bull clip pinched shut on the now erect little nipple. The pig tried to fold himself in half, arching his back upwards. Trying to shake off the vicious thing biting his nipple. The human repeated the process for all 12 of his nipples. Despite knowing the pain was coming his nipples betrayed him every time. Getting erect just for the clip to bite down hard into his nipple. He was grunting, this was bad but no ball paddling.

When all 12 were firmly attached he gave each a tug. Each time a small grunt was his reward. They were tight enough to hold up to a bit of tugging, they were secure. Vibrating weights were taken from the box and then added to each nipple clamp. The squirming was increasing with the vibrators. The farmer prepared the next set. Clamps and vibrators ready. He firmly grasped the dangling sheath. He’d collected semen before. Not with this pig but many times with others. This was the least weird part to him. Stroking the sheath back and forth with one hand the other tugging on the weighted nipple clamps. Despite the grunts and twitches he was getting nice and hard.

The human was continuing the mental assault on his poor brain. He couldn’t grasp it. His balls still throbbed. The pain still sat low in his stomach. His nipples had been pleasured till erect, which he had enjoyed, then clamped with those biting clips. As if that wasn’t enough he had added weights to the clamps, they pulled his nipples down to the ground. Stretching and biting them. Then he made them vibrate which was so confusing. It felt so good and yet so bad. Next thing he was stroking his cock. Teasing at his sheath and stroking his length. It was an impressive length. The human was right to want to worship it. All creatures should worship at his cock. The hand sped up, he was getting close. An orgasm would be the first step to showing that the human was learning from his mistake.

After years working semen collection the farmer knew he was just about to cum. He released the clamp right on the tip of the pig’s cock. The response was once again entertaining. Squeals erupted the mixture of pleasure from being in the edge and now the biting pain was back.

The human was not worshipping him. He was still being evil. Still hurting him. Why? He’d promised to be good. The weight was added pulling his cock further out of his sheath. The farmer added several more over the next few minutes to the pigs cock. Stroking him to the edge and then clamping. The squeals were quite delightful actually. The edging was continued as he had added 12 more clamps pinching the pigs sheath.  Weights added. The one on his tip finally got a vibrator added. 

Over time the vibrator had brought him to the edge over and over again. Despite that the farmer had always slapped at the clipped weights along his entire sheath and cock. That always stopped the climax in it’s tracks. After a few hours of teasing, the clips were removed. Nipples first, then sheath and finally cock. No orgasm achieved. 

The blood flow returning to his nipples and cock made them throb and tingle. Pins and needles were alive at his cock tip and nipples. It hurt but weirdly felt a little good. As the farmer took his time cleaning up the pig’s mess and toys it gave time for the pig to surrender into the harness falling asleep.

“Round 3 tomorrow, sleep well” The farmer finished packing everything away, switched off the light and left. 