****** Ricky and Vito by Dirt Pig ******
===============================================================================

Ricky and Vito


Being an orphaned Bay Ridge Italian boy at 16 had been difficult, especially
since my family had left me enough money to keep me from ever working and,
consequently, attracting every second aunt, cousin and distant relative my
parents had ever had.

Being the independent sort, I continued to live alone in my parents home,
finishing high school and spending most of my free time working out at the gym.

But I worked out at home, too, discovering the pleasures of my hairy, over-
developed, though short, body. My first interest was in my nipples, which from
an early age had been extraordinarily large and attracted the attention of the
schoolkids and neighborhood. When I learned to beat off, I discovered that the
sensation was dramatically increased by working my nipples with my hands and
then various clips and pins. By the time I was 17, I stretched them constantly
with rubber bands, eights and numerous homemade contraptions, as did my first
few titmasters. Now, at 25, they are probably the biggest tits in New York
City, over 3" across the base, equally long, if not longer, firm and bulbous
with fat round nipple ends resembling popper bottle tops.

On top of my 48" furry pecs, with a good 3" of sharp cleavage, they were
beacons in a thin shirt.

My second fascination was my butt. My big round cheeks, a "bubble butt" of
classic Italian lineage, was coated in thick hair. I had to learn to wipe my
ass real well, and in doing so, found my hole to be very loose. At 16, I began
clipping the hair around my hole and in my ass crevice, Then came fingers,
small plugs, bigger plugs and dildoes. I was 20 before someone put their hand
inside and knew I was raised to be a cuntpig, but even then my asslips were
nearly an inch long and I had been shaving my butt and its lips for over 2
years. Now I wear a 12" long, 6" wide plastic plug strapped in all the time to
keep from dumping in my pants in public -- when I don't wear one and just wear
underwear or a skimpy bathing suit, you can see my big swollen lips clearly in
the deep crevice of my ass.

Right after I finished high school and moved to Jackson Heights, I started
playing with my heavy beard and haircuts. I had begun to bald in back early, so
I found a barber who would clip my hair short all over and just leave peach
fuzz on top with a slight bald spot cleanly shaven on the back -- it was
obvious I liked being shaved down, and I developed numerous piggy variations on
my goatee and sideburns.

I began to realize I was into dirty blue collar hispanics when I was just out
of high school -- that's why I moved to Jackson Heights -- lots of Puerto
Ricans and cubans who would let a macho italian swing on their long, dirty,
uncut hogs. Having recently arrived, most of them still didn't wash very often
and, consequently, I got acquainted fast with and developed a strong "taste"
for head cheese, crotch cheese and smelly unwashed assholes.

Through a couple of well written and well placed sex ads, I met a core group of
four beefy hispanic guys (my "type") who I would give pig service to in my
special room on a weekly basis. My room consisted of a back hall storage room
in the basement of my downstairs duplex brownstone apartment, equipped with a
large variety of playthings, including a couple of old overstuffed chairs,
mattresses, benches, rimseats and a sling, plus lots of mirrors, lights and an
extensive collection of rotting underwear, fake heavy gold chains and jewelry
and various outfits.

There are lots of stories I could tell, and most of them center on Ricardo.
I've known Ricardo since he picked me up on the block away from mine in Jackson
Heights. He was a real heavyset dark mixture of Puerto Rican and cuban descent,
covered head to toe in thick black hair and sporting well over a foot of prime
dickmeat, uncut, with a foreskin almost 2 inches longer than the can-sized
shaft. His dick wasn't just long, it was as big around as his hairy forearms -
- I should know, I've spent many Sunday afternoons in front of the TV with my
long shaved asslips planted around his hard hispanic rod for hours on end,
stretching my cunthole out to mammoth proportions.

And Ricardo, at least since he met me, never washed. In fact, in the six years
I've known him, he's only had the same three pairs of jockey shorts -- and I've
been his only laundry.

That's sort of how I met him. I was sitting in Roselli's Barber Shop having my
head clipped down. I had just finished trimming my goatee down to a ring of
hair and long, piggy sideburns. Here comes Ricky down the street, T-shirt cut
down the center showing a 55" chest matted in black hair, at least eight heavy
gold chains with different charms, including a 4" gold and diamond cross,
skimpy blue jean shorts so full of holes you could see his grey underpants
underneath, and that heavy black moustache and unshaven beard -- wow -- and, of
course, a box bigger than a grapefruit perched in front of tree-trunk thighs.
Ricky stops in the window where I'm sitting and spots my big tits first,
hanging out through my thin t-shirt -- then he smiles as he sees Mr. Roselli
taking the short shears to the top of my scalp. I smiled back and Ricardo
grabbed his massive box with one hairy paw, then he fucking drooled! Ricky
loitered awhile on the street, rubbing his crotch, his ass and his chest. When
Roselli finished, I bolted out the door, but Ricardo was no where to be seen.

I stopped three stores down to pick up some tight new underpants -- I was going
to cut the seat out and wear them to the Mineshaft that night. I was standing
in front of the open piles of packaged shorts, my tits hanging out in front and
an old brown hanky draped out of my back pocket when, suddenly, there's
Ricardo, standing right up against me -- he stunk like hell, which gave me an
immediate hard-on.

"I haven't bought that shit in years," he said. I must have looked pleased,
because, pushing his massive box up against the display case, he grunted in
Spanish, looked down at my tight ass clad in thin jeans, gave a tug on my brown
hanky, taking it out of my pocket, spit a heavy wad into it and then stuffed it
back in my back pocket and invited me to his place for a beer.

On the way over he pulled out a massive joint and a couple of red pills for us
to pop. He kept talking about how much he disliked "all these pussies" who have
to change their "drawers" every day -- not him, he kept saying, he believed in
"just letting them soak up whatever the old body put out." Then he'd smile and
chuckle, scratching his huge box. We finished a second joint and I was
beginning to feel real fucked up when we got to his place and started walking
down the back hall stairs to his basement flat. He stopped, saying "look down
there," pointing between his feet clad only in dirty sneakers. Bending down to
see, my face came right up against his ass and he blew the wettest fart I had
ever heard, up until that point.

I knew it was going to be heavy when he opened his apartment door and I
immediately was overcome with the odor of shit and piss, and dirty, unwashed
Puerto Rican crotch smells. The small room had a mattress partially made up, a
small nightstand, one big armchair, a TV and a kitchenette. Across the room, to
door to a bathroom -- no tub or shower, was open, and the toilet was virtually
brown in wet shit.

Ricky pulled a large bottle of something which vaguely smelled like poppers and
ether out of his refrigerator and poured them on my brown hanky. Rubbing his
rough hand across my fuzz covered scalp and staring with an intense animal look
at me, he shoved the dirty brown rag into my face right where he had spit his
massive hawker load on it, grabbed my knobs hard and yanked me to the floor,
pushing my face into his swollen crotch, which I immediately began to wash down
with my pig tongue.

My head was spinning from the drugs and the smell of thick headcheese and more
-- a smell that could only be months of rotted crotch and fetid worn, stained
cotton briefs. Ricardo rolled my long tits so hard between his rough fingers
and thumbs that I could feel the juice drip out the ends, which were now
swollen full of knob puss and were the size of thimbles squeezed past his
finger tips.

He reached up and pulled his rank, ripped t-shirt over his head, exposing me to
slime coated arm pit hair, dripping in sweat and cuban body juice. Pulling me
up by both sides of my pig goatee, he sank my face deep into his massive pit
and wiped the green fungus and thick stinking sweat into my goatee, sideburns
and short-sheared hair, burping loudly in my ear and chuckling in a throaty
spanish tone filled with animal noise.

Next, Ricardo unbuttoned the torn shorts which barely covered his huge waist
and shucked them onto the floor. Pushing me down onto the edge of the mattress,
he turned to show me the seat of his grey briefs, which stunk from three feet
away. Backing up slowly, he pointed into the holes through which his thick
black mat of ass hair stuck out, then, bending over slightly so his massive
hispanic ass was only inches from my face and the odor of greasy asscrack
pervaded my senses, he pointed out the crack. "See those brown beads of shit
juice squeezing through the crack, pig baby, these jockeys are fuckin' filled
with aging old cuban turd filth -- haven't been cleaned in years and I haven't
even taken them off in a month -- I just take my dump and wipe my crack with
'em... sleep in 'em, fart in 'em... pretty good, huh, real tasty... fuckin'
toilet whore."

Ricardo disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a razor in hand. "So
you're a shave hole, too, huh? I saw you getting that peach fuzz cut down by
old Roselli, you cunt," he muttered, rolling one elongated and bulbous titknob
between his fingers. "Why don't we just really clean that top off, so you'll
look like my shaved hole boy?" With that, Ricardo pulled the razor back and
forth over my scalp, leaving me completely bald on top, half way down each side
so my sideburns no longer connected to the minimal hair on the back of my scalp
and he shaved a deep round sweep in the back. "Now for some labels, like a good
whorepig," he moaned. Taking a large black magic marker from the drawer, he
wrote SHAVED TOILET HOLE in large, indelible letters across my bald top and
drew two big arrows down around the side of my face pointing at my mouth. Then
he shaved two gaping strips at the corners of my mouth where my goatee had met,
leaving two half circles of hair connected only by the scrawled arrow points.

"Now let's stuff up that cunthole of yours... you have got a big pussy, haven't
you, you little slut cunt? We'll just fill it up good and tight, stuff it full
with a good big plastic pole... later we'll see how much we can really fill it
up, once we've got it all hot and dripping for warm meat, like your long
tits... shit, we could probably just fuck your hole with these big pussy
knobs.. have to shoot them up with silicone, cunt boy, make 'em real knockers
for tieing you to the wall while we handball that toilet cunt of yours, gonna
make that a fuckin' freeway tunnel for my Puerto Rican buddies to plow out on a
daily basis, but they're all hung so fuckin' big we'll have to stretch it out
and grow some good lips on it for strokin'..." With that, Ricardo took a 15-
inch black plastic dong from the nightstand drawer greased it in crisco and
flipped me over on the mattress, putting two fingers in my cunt-butt and
pulling my ass up in the air, so it pointed toward the ceiling. "Already shaved
you cunt down, huh? You groveling little toilet pussy, I'm gonna plug you then
feed you a good turd meal, piggy boy." He wedged the massive black, smelly head
into my cunt lips till they popped past the 4" head, then slid the massive
donkey dong deep up my hole forcing juice to drip around the shaft and onto my
fat asslips and past one final ring which let my long lips slap wetly around
the thick balls at the end. The balls were itchy because they were implanted
with a fake, scraggly black pubic hair which rubbed roughly against my long
piggy cunt lips. Ricardo took two long strings from his drawer and, stretching
my asslips down, wrapped the strings tightly around the lips, securing them,
two inches down, against the base of the black dildo so my cunt looked like
some perverse puckered flower wrapped around hairy coated black balls, a raw
pork roast stuffed with black hair ridden meat.

Finally, Ricardo pulled two massive tit clamps the size of jumper cables from
his drawer. They were attached to a heavily studded dog collar and had several
feet of chain hanging from them. One end of the chain attached to the collar,
which he strapped around my neck, the next end had a noose which he slipped
over my distended red asslips and pulled tight. The chain then linked to both
tit clamps and came together in a large leather handle in the front with about
three feet of heavy chain link made for hauling large weights around. He
grabbed my now grossly distended pig knobs down low and attached the clamps,
leaving over 2" of long red swollen and juice dripping sensitive tit meat
protruding from each clamp. Here he attached a series of tight clothespins, two
on each side of each knob and one which squeezed and stretched the ends an
extra inch. All in all, my long whore knockers were distended nearly five
inches and flattened nearly three inches wide, juice pouring from the tips and
edges of the bloated, squashed meat knobs. "When I unclamp those cunt knobs in
a couple of hours I'm going to needle each once up with a couple of ounces of
clean silicone, pussy toilet. They'll swell up like fuckin' balloons, probably
a solid cone of three inch by three inch tit meat, then, later when they've
hardened up a little, I'm gonna drill some 1/2" holes through 'em and feed some
nice gold chains through them with a heavy gold toilet seat suspended in the
middle. Some of my dirtier hispanic buddies are gonna love grinding their back
teeth on those knobs, baby, better than a fuckin' cuban cigar for sucking juice
out of -- you aren't gonna be able to go out in public without your overcoat
unless those fuckin' massive knobs hang out through your pussy shirts."

Now Ricardo pulled a small contraption from the drawer which was made of
several leather straps and hooked it over my head, snapping it to the back of
the dog collar. He pulled it up around my ears and over my shaved head,
snapping it to the front of the dog collar. When he finished, two leather
handgrips were mounted on either side of my ears and my face was framed in an
open leather harness, clearly showing my SHAVED TOILET HOLE sign. He completed
the headgear with a painters respirator mask, then grabbing the harness handle
hanging from my titclamps, lifted me from the bed, simultaneously pulling out
my raw and swollen knobs, elongating my buttlips and yanking on the firmly
implanted black horsemeat in my open fuck cunt. Ricardo hauled me into the
windowless, dank and shit-stinking bathroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

Once inside the dungeon toilet room, which consisted of a sink, mirror, toilet
bowl (no seat) brimming and coated with shit and a large floor space, I noticed
several hot and odd objects. The room was lit by one hanging bulb and in the
corner was an old pile of dirty laundry, atop which sat one darkened turd
nearly eight inches in length. Next to the laundry was an old soup pan with a
cover, dried shit dripping down its sides. And against one wall stood a strange
wooden contraption with a seat and back attached to a wooden platform and rower
type extended foot rests, nearly four feet apart, the entire contraption
mounted on legs nearly one foot high.

Ricardo picked a pair of old size 40 briefs from the pile, rubbing them in my
face and then using my teeth to rip the crotch out. He picked up the dried shit
and rested it in the seat, then smooshed the pants so the shit broke open and
caked the seat. He then pulled these on me, wrapping the thick shit log around
and over my noosed and dildo stuffed cunt lips.

He took a drinking glass from the sink and sopped a glass full of liquid shit
from the toilet bowl, pouring it slowly down the front and back of the briefs
so my ass and crotch were coated in thick and smelly hispanic shit juice.

Then Ricardo set me down on the open toilet bowl and removed the two
clothespins on the end of my knobs. He plucked and pinched the sensitive,
oozing knob points. A hypodermic pulled from the medicine chest was then
inserted in the end of each knob as he injected silicone shots into the
bursting bubble tit meat knobends, swelling them to nearly an inch across and
lengthening them to a full inch plus. Ricky then molded the rounded ends,
flattening the tips so the ends alone looked like my original fat long knobs,
which now had more than two and a half inches of squashed meat laying out
behind them in the clothespins and the clamps.

With a paint brush, he dunked into the toilet bowl and brushed my remaining
hair, forehead, nose, painted my goatee, chest, arms and legs with wet shit, an
odor which pervaded every crevice of the bathroom. Pouring more of the popper/
ether mixture on the painters mask, he held a mirror up for me to see the utter
shaved toilet pig he had transformed me into, dripping head to toe in shit
juice, shaved and marked with filthy signs and words, chains, collared, clamped
and encased, with brilliant red, swollen and juice dripping pumped titknobs
jutting five inches from my massive rounded italian shaved pecs.

"Now we're ready to let you eat my stinking cuban stud shit, toilet boy!" he
announced with his thick hispanic accent. He crossed the small room and laid
the wooden seating contraption down on the floor, mounting himself back in the
seat and raising his fat hair-coated thighs up to the foot mounts, which spread
his dank crotch nearly a foot apart at the crevice, giving me a view of the
deep, foul stenched and shit caked crotch of his "cleanest" underwear.

He hauled the old soup pot underneath his seat, directly below his putrid
spanish crotch and commanded me to crawl across the floor. From his seat with
me kneeling between his massive smelly thighs and gazing into his even more
massive hair encased and gold decked pecs he reached up and squeezed my bloated
silicone filled balloon cones of tit meat, then yanked the chain in such a way
as to pull my cuntlips and black donkey fuck dildo in and out of my swollen,
strapped and juicy pussy hole. Removing the top from the soup can to reveal a
pot brimming with aged diarrhea, hefty spanish turd logs and three pairs of
completely rotted jockey shorts, he scooped the glass into the mixture and
poured it up and down both thighs. By using the handle on the front of my chain
harness, he at once pulled my juice-dripping knobs, puffy cunt lips and dog
collar down to his crotch, where his hand squeezed my toilet mouth open and
roughly pushed my tongue and lips first down one crap coated hairleg and then
the other. With one furry hand, Ricardo reached into the slop pot and pulled
out a crap drenched pair of shorts then stuffed them between my shit-dripping
lips, topping it off with a long drink of the piss/shit liquid from the glass.
Next, he ripped open the scum-caked crotch and ass of the slimed out shorts
covering his massive greasy hispanic schlong, exposing a semi-soft foot of
prime stinking sausage nearly 6" around and coated to the long overhang of
cheese-coated foreskin in coarse black and greasy hairs.

When I had swallowed all the liquid sewer in my mouth and sopped much of the
toilet filth from the rotted shorts, Ricardo pulled the slippery cloth from my
brown lips and dropped it on the floor beside his homemade pig trough. Leaning
back he wrapped both hairy hands around his cuban horse meat and stroked it
slowly, moaning deeply in his throat. "Why don't you dine on my stinking
homemade dairy headcheese, you cow," he groaned, pulling back the long and
dripping foreskin to reveal a baseball sized purple dickhead with an inch long
slit brimming in ripe green and white headcheese. My nose sniffed the grime
from inches away and I flicked out my tongue to dine on the ripe meal offered
before me. With my lips I pried open the piss slit cornucopia of cuban cheese
meal and feasted on the dank and tasty ripeness. Pulling back the stiffening
14" plus of dark, haircoated and slime encased meat pole, Ricky scooped two
fingers into the shit pot and dripped shit juice with bits of brown crap into
the open foreskin. He used the glass to scoop up more brown juice with floating
turd bits and opening his foreskin like a bowl poured the mixture in. He then
bent the shaft toward my foul pigmouth, filling my shit-coated cavity with
skin, then juice, finally yanking back the massive cuban overhang of filthy
headskin to reveal thick, snack sized curds of shitjuice-soaked headcheese
beneath the bulbous baseball-sized purple head.

Having lunched like a pig from Ricardo's cuban skin trough, he pushed my bald
head deep to the floor, commanding me to lick the dripping shit which ran down
the side of the stink pot while he hauled his massive hairy horse cock. Sliding
the pot aside, he rolled me over onto my back and hauled the leather handle,
causing the black animalmeat dildo to cram itself deep into my gaping whore
cunt and making my tits ooze thick clear juice through the punctured, flattened
knob ends and down onto my rounded red pectorals. My mouth was pulled within
inches of his stinking ass crevice so that the thick black hairs, coated in
slimey brown fresh turdmeat, rubbed into my nostrils. He pushed forward in his
chair, pulling his massive 20 pound asscheeks apart and nearly planting his
slimey shitcoated and gaping hole over my nose.

A long, ripe and dripping fart exuded from his three inch hispanic shit slit,
blowing large wet drops of shit across my face. From my vantage point, I
watched his massive stinking balls bounce as his hand stroked heavily on his
horse-sized hair shaft.

"Time to prime my toilet hole, pig boy... I'm gonna train you good, train you
to get fucked by my filthy Puerto Rican buddies, train you to sit on their
arms, train you to swing from the ceiling by those cunt tits, train you to
swill shit hot from the holes of my buddies... I'm gonna plant you in an
abandoned outhouse and let 'em line up over your face and shit and shit and
shit, you pig cunt hole. You'll walk down the street with those italian butt
cheeks spread wide with black dildo cock, your juiced-out knobs jutting out
through your shirts and a filthy brown hanky tied to your belt so the whole
fucking town knows what a trough pig you really are."

With that, Ricky scooped up a full glass of liquid shit juice and poured it
into his crotch, running down the wide spread gap in his legs where it gathered
with the thick coating of crotch cheeses and slopped into my face, up my nose
and into my mouth. He leaned back, stroking his cheese-caked meat faster as his
big brown hole parted and out flowed nearly a quart of thick liquid shit in
wet, hot lumps. My face was buried in pounds of wet hispanic turds fresh from
the shithole of this hairy, muscled filth master. Screaming in spanish, Ricky
wedged his asshole wide and down onto my face as a massive log of ripe dark
brown turd meat wider than a summer salami slid from his ass and crammed itself
deep into my juice coated throat.

I chomped and gobbled the stud cuban's foot long shit log, swallowing and
choking as he dumped another foot of steaming shitmeat across my face, then
shoved it deep into my mouth and nose with the head of his dick, dropping
heavy, heavy gobs of creamy, stinging cumjuice into my brown toilet hole of a
pig mouth, then finally, butthole heaving, he planted his shitdripping asslips
on my toilet seat mouth for a deep rimming and cleaning of the cheese and crud
which clung to the lips and hair of the stud whose hole I knew I had only just
begun to clean.

I have to admit that when Ricky told me to drive upstate to meet his buddy
Vito, I had mixed emotions. Sure, I'd driven my truck a long way for good scum,
but generally I knew who I was going to see -- at least I'd exchanged photos,
letters and phone calls. But Ricky, stopping by for a Saturday morning crotch
bath, just stuck a plug up my loose hole, left the instructions on the counter
and told me to be there by 1pm. On his way out the door he just said, "Don't
eat pig, you'll get plenty and it'll be worth it!"

For much of the drive I kept my windows shut, enjoying the thick stench that
arose in the hot cab from a pair of Ricky's crap-coated shorts that had been
baking under my front seat for a week or so. The bulbous balls of the foot of
dildo wedged up my cunt pushed against the thin board I kept on my front seat,
making each bounce and bump a small thrust of plastic meat in my lubed hole.

The stench of my own sweat mixed with the odor of Ricky's jockey scum. I
reached up under my heavy sweatshirt to insure that my swollen tits were
securely strapped about the base with the industrial rubber bands and stroked
the thick matt of hair that had grown back since my last shaving session. The
hair on my head had grown in quickly too, leaving it still nearly crewcut on
top, but fairly long and thick on either side. Of course, the thick nape of
neck hair still grew down into my shoulder blades, and for a few weeks now I
had been sporting a funky pig goatee with thick hair handles reaching back
under my jaw to my earlobes.

Once outside the city, with a couple of hours drive still ahead, I lubed up my
soft but thick dick meat and attached my vacuum pump, making the most out of
the ride by continuing the pump training which was leaving my meat a fat and
swollen tube nearly a foot in length, forming an obscene basket in virtually
any clothing I wore. Well, I couldn't complain, my well-trained pig bottom body
was in top shape, I was bare-assed, plugged and pumped for the drive and the
afternoon was hot and sunny. With my cap pulled over my shorn scalp I was just
a stinking sweat machine soaking up the odors of my rolling toilet truck as I
cruised upstate into the green Adirondack foothills.

The directions were quite easy to follow, and just minutes before one, having
stripped off the pump and heaved my own slimey swollen pole into a thin pair of
grey lace-up front gym shorts, I pulled up the long dirt driveway through the
woods, parking in front of the dilapidated 3-story farmhouse.

I climbed down from my truck, knee pads already in place above my scarred
workboots, to meet Vito, the pigmaster Ricky had sent me to entertain for the
hot summer afternoon. Sitting back on the porch wearing only a pair of jockey
shorts was the man: probably late 40's, obviously Italian, thick curly black
hair covering every inch of his exposed body, except the top of his head, which
was bald and shining with sweat. He sat back in an overstuffed chair, a
Salvation Army reject, one foot up on the porch rail, the other bent out to the
side, exposing a truly massive bulge of cock and ballmeat gathered under the
soiled, decaying fabric of his jockey shorts. Above the skimpy shorts a hair-
coated beer gut rose to fat hanging, hair covered pecs. With his hands resting
behind his head, exposing two deep Italian armpits dripping thick sweat down
his hairy sides, Vito smiled slowly, saying, "You're Ricky's prize hog, I
presume."

"Yes, Sir," was all I answered, captivated by the hirsute topman arrayed in
only aged underwear on this desolate farm.

"Strip down and show me the goods," he demanded harshly. I saw his face light
up again as I stripped first my hat, then my heavy sweatshirt and finally the
flimsy gym shorts. In the hot afternoon sun my long flaccid pole swung heavily
over my big shaved balls while beads of sweat dripped from the 3" diameter gold
rings piercing my long, puffy tits, still incarcerated in their rubber band
bindings.

"Turn around and bend over," Vito next commanded me. Doing so, I exposed the
thick plastic balls of the plug buried deep in the crevice of my hair-coated
Italian bubble butt.

"Good thing you started stretching that hole early," Vito spoke out. "It's
gonna be damn wide by nightfall... damn wide." Vito chuckled and stretched his
massive forearms in front of him, running his left hand slowly up the right
forearm through the forest of thick hair. My butthole twitched just looking at
those arms and that mound of dickmeat, growing bigger in the porch shade.

I sat on the porch between Vito's thick legs, smelling the strong odors of the
brown and yellow stained cloth only inches from my pigface. He gave me three
yellow pills to pop and we smoked two joints of "locally grown" weed. Vito
playfully rubbed his hand over my head, commenting on the dramatic difference
in length between the sides and the top. He got up and plodded into the house,
giving me a perfect view of the ass I had been sent to clean out, fat melon
cheeks swelling out the rotted seat of the shorts which damply clung to them.

Returning with a paper sack, Vito lathered my head top and then pushed my nose
into his deep stinking crotch while his razor stripped the remaining hairs from
my scalp. Slowly he trimmed the hair in a clean 3" path down to the point where
head hair became a coarse neck nape, stopping there and creating a severe
juxtaposition between the thick sides, the cleaned path of scalp and the column
of black Italian back hair climbing up my neck. My tongue gently lapped the
long, semi-stiff meat through the filthy fabric. Vito moaned, saying "Ricardo
said you were a scum hound -- you like cheese? I've got lots of warm, wet
Italian cheese for you, piggy boy. You like those jockey shorts? Yeah... Ricky
said you were into scum-ridden clothing. I've got shorts you could eat out of
for a week. Yeah..." he grunted, and a slow gassy fart rumbled from the greasy
butt cleavage beneath my nose, pervading my senses. For the first time I
realized how strong the drugs were he had fed me, as I caught myself trying to
force my face down deep into the stinking cleavage of his hairy ass.

Through my spinning haze, I felt Vito lift his heavy hair-coated hamhock thighs
up in the air. My eyes opened blurrily to a spread of deep and filth-caked
crotch cloth, thick black curly hairs coated in brownish crotch cheese
protruding from the tight leg openings and the scum-soaked fabric clinging
wetly to the deep cleavage of his Italian turd hole. The fabric in the asscrack
puffed out, exuding gas for what seemed like an hour as wet brown liquid
dripped through the green and yellow seat of the shorts plastered to Vito's
sweaty melon buns. Grabbing me with one beefy small hand by the scruff of pig
goatee under my chin, Vito shoved my lapping, panting mouth against the moist
asslips of his Italian hole as it dribbled, oozed and belched his stench-filled
butt juice.

Dropping his beefy legs to the floor, Vito leaned me back against the rail into
the afternoon sun, grabbing my engorged titmeat in each hand and twisting
roughly upwards. "Look at the wet scum in that goatee, pig boy. Do you walk
around New York looking like such a cunt? These hog knobs are some of the
biggest I've seen -- can't hide 'em even on these pumped up gym-queer pecs, can
ya, you little guinea fuck hole."

Hauling me up to within inches of his unshaven jaw, Vito drooled heavily and
spat a huge load into my brown-rimmed mouth. "Let's get you upstairs and fuck
that plow hole I've been told so much about. Shit, I'm always joking with Ricky
about how he'll wear off his forearm hair stuffing your hole with his fists.
But from the looks of that little hairy cunt butt, I'm the one who'll be losing
his forearm hair -- you like that idea, pig?" and he wiped one thick hairy
forearm across my shit-juice soaked lips.

From the paper sack, Vito pulled a long chain split on the end with two heavy
metal clips. He snapped the clips to the large rings through my rubbed-banded
knobs and lifted me from the floor. From the seat of his chair he lifted
another set of heavily soiled shorts, pulling them down over my head until I
felt the sticky wet shit caked in the seat splatter against the freshly shaved
back of my scalped Italian head. The darkly coated shorts were tied snugly
right under my nose with one smelly calf-length sock, the sweat and toe-jam
caked tips directly over my nostrils. I was led through the old farmhouse by my
knobchains. Inside, Vito used the other sock to tie my muscular wrists behind
my back, but first he used the razor again to shave wide strips around each of
my hairy wrists, up my forearms three inches and cleaned the thick black hair
from the back of my hands, leaving only the thick black hairs on my knuckles
and fingers.

Slowly we ascended first one long flight of stairs and then a narrower, steeper
and creaky second flight. Obviously we had come to the attic of the farmhouse,
where I heard Vito open a door to my left and a sudden blast of scorching,
stench-ridden stale summer air assured me the windows were shut tight in the
afternoon sun.

I was led across a room with what sounded like newspapers covering the floor.
My bare feet kicked at the papers until we stopped short and I planted one foot
in what I knew to be a wet pile of manshit. I heard Vito laugh, then he said,
"Yeah, I've already stepped in a couple -- you're gonna love dining off of my
feet and between my toes, scumsucker."

Vito opened another door and led me through. From the small size of the doorway
I guessed we were in an inner sanctum of the steaming attic. After a few
minutes of rumbling around, Vito led me further into the room, shut the door,
locked it (from the sound!) and had me kneel on the floor. Leather straps were
fastened behind my knees and ankles, confining me to the bare wood flooring
with my knees pulled a foot apart and my ankles further. Vito's rough fingers
reached up the furry crevice of my spread butt cheeks and I felt a handful of
grease slop against my hanging hole as Vito easily slipped three fat fingers in
and out of my asslips. A heavy belt and lower body harness was strapped around
my waist, with chains hanging in front and back. Vito wedged the head of a
massive dildo plug between my puffy shaved hole lips then yanked the back
harness chain down toward the floor, cramming the fat plastic dong deep up my
dripping cunt. He secured the chain to the floor behind me, forcing me to keep
my buttcheeks spread and impaled to the hilt of the mammoth dildo plug.

Next, Vito attached a tight leather parachute to my ball sack and added light
weights which tugged gently on my swollen sack. The temperature in the attic
made my head spin, compounding the dizzying effect of the strong drugs this
Italian pigtop had fed me during my earlier head shaving. Again Vito's rough
hands went to my crotch, lubing my swollen pole before slipping on another
vacuum pump. Once more I was sweating, hauling in the foulest of aged body
odors, pumped up and planted on a plug... immobile, perhaps, but Vito promised
to make the most of my afternoon captivity.

Vito took my titchains and pulled me forward slightly, taking me off balance
until I discovered that my torso would lean forward two feet and then I was
restrained by the chain from my harness hooking me to the floor in the rear.

I recognized the strong odor of poppers as Vito splashed several drops against
the toe jam-ridden socks strapped under my nostrils. The seat of the raunchy
jockeys covering my eyes was torn away, revealing a grinning, moaning Italian
stallion comfortably seated back in a heavy modern arm chair, feet planted on
the arm rests, fat and filth coated butt slung forward and a massive piece of
prime, uncut semi-soft dick meat flopped out of the fly in Vito's jockey shorts
and bending down between his greasy massive thighs. I began moaning and
drooling, unable to form words, but merely grunting through the heavy haze of
heat, drugs, poppers and pure pigslut lust.

Vito reached one hairy fist to his groin, hefting the meaty stink meal of
Italian fuckpole in his sweaty palm. "Time for a little appetizer, suckhole.
Here's the freshest cheese you'll eat today... I've only been building this up
for a week and a half. Later I'll open some of my scum jars and give you some
of the aged cheese you pigs crave. Now I think its time you open that cuntmouth
of yours and fill it with something good and slimey".

Leaning back in the chair, Vito held out his massive hairy schlong in two
hands, neither hand reaching all the way around and several inches remaining at
the base, between his hands and hanging from the end, where great wet gobs of
greenish-yellow headcheese oozed from beneath the stinking guinea foreskin
overhanging the massive purple head. Leaning forward, my brown ringed lips,
dripping sweat and shorts-strained ass juice from the stiff hair surrounding
them, wrapped slowly around the studskin. Vito moaned heavily, farted loudly
filling the air with his rotting stench and slipped the heavy foreskin back
behind his meaty dickhead. My mouth was filled with the thick wet scum of 10-
day old Italian cheese and cock grime, coating my tongue and teeth and oozing
around the corners of my mouth, dripping into my goatee. I sucked the pigman's
meat deep into my mouth and slid the enormous slick head into my throat until
my face was planted in the damp hair of his crotch, inhaling the odor of a body
unwashed for months. I sucked deep and hard while Vito moaned and thrust the
filthy rod deep into my foaming, dripping lips. "Eat you slimehole, eat my hard
rod.. Yeah, suckboy, I'm gonna feed you more slime today than you've eaten in a
year, you pig. You're nothing but a dirt pig, huh, a dirt pig... base, you base
little guinea stuffed cunt."

With that, Vito hauled my face off his rod, strings of thick drool and liquid
pud cheese hanging from my lips, green chunks of cheese sticking to the
bristles of my moustache and goatee. I moaned, oinked, shoved my wet and aching
hole down onto the hard plug on the floor and snorted more of the dripping
liquid back into my throat. Vito loaded the sock with poppers again,
splattering my consciousness across the torrid attic. My pigcaptor hefted a
paper plate from beside his chair, holding it inches from my face to show me a
three inch deep pile of slimey molded headcheese. A chuckling voice reached
through the haze, while the plate dropped to Vito's crotch and I saw his stick
the fat head of his oozing meat deep into the pile, coating it completely in
the wet cheese mixture. The plate then approached my face, slowly encasing my
nose, lips and mouth in the deep layer of Vito's collected Italian skin curds,
filling my mouth to the brim with the filth of this raw scum master.

From the left side of his suck chair, Vito lifted a pair of rotted jockey
shorts so loaded they dripped long strings of brown juice toward the floor. As
they rose slowly to my face, dripping thick turd juices onto my swollen,
protruding knobs and my pump-encased, blood engorged pole, Vito laughed again
and poured popper into the crotch of the heavily-weighted fabric. "I've had
these shorts for five years, you holesucker. Just this morning I was comin'
back from town when I dropped a load into them. Just riding along, one big wet
fart and I dropped a good half-cup right into the seat, right on top of the
several dried pounds of crust they usually have. Don't you worry though, you
hungry little hole, I've still got a couple of cups of heavy slosh up my hole
for you to slurp down on."

The slime shorts were hung in my face, as Vito commanded me through the popper
haze, "scrape the seat of these with your teeth, rimpig, think about that
hairhole they've been wrapped around, imagine your mouth being the seat of
those fuckin' rotten, slimed out shorts, just sucking in the juice when I dump
my load. Yeah. I'm gonna hook that pigmouth right up to my hole with a big
funnel and just dump my load down into the toilet."

Pushing the shorts hard against my face, Vito slid his ass further out in the
chair, pulling off the brown jockeys covering my dinner. His hairy melon butt
cheeks, reeking of fresh wet Italian holeslime, slid towards my face as Vito
hauled his ankles further aloft. My own wet hole farted as the foot plus of
dildo shifted and slid deeper into my gaping juicy fuck hole chained around the
enormous stuff-shaft. Vito clamped his ankles into restraints suspended from
the ceiling, heaving his heavy thighs to each side and presenting me with a
deep, slick crevice.

My drug buzz had reached its height, chained like a slimepig, a dirt pig, to
the attic floor, kneeling at the seat of a true filth master, haircoated,
humpy, moaning and intent only on debasing me into further acts of uncontrolled
raunch. With both hands, Vito stretched the rounded cheeks of his ass, exposing
a protruding hole swathed in thick, curly and crumb-caked black hole hair. His
Italian hole lips pushed outward, stretching toward me, puckering and dripping
thin ropes of brown drool. Vito, his heavy hair coated pecs rolling against his
thick unshaven chin, opened his mouth and panted, drool running through the
hair around his moaning mouth.

"Wrap those piglips on my shit tube, suckwhore. Drink down that stinkjuice.
Yeah, just gonna feed you out of my metal shitcan by my bed, just pour it in
your mouth, you're fucking hole mouth strapped open to eat the sewer of shit my
hole drops. Yeah, dirt pig, I'm just a fucking filth machine, dropping crap all
day into pans, shorts, right on my fucking van floor. You can fucking plug up
that trained hole of your and sit right under my outhouse seat next Saturday
when a couple of my dirt buddies come up from Jersey. Their fucking holes will
be fuckin' full of jersey guinea slime -- big heavy guys with big hairy
shitholes, dirt pig. Real gutter scum, aren't you, slimeboy?"

I wrapped my begging lips around the hole, my cheeks buried deep in the slick,
hirsute cleavage. Vito grunted deeply and a gushing mound of soft Italian turd
slid past my teeth, pouring deep into my throat. Deeply I suck on the hole,
rimming the thick wet crap meat from the gaping hairy hole of Vito. My mouth
and beard were coated in brown shining crap, my tongue thick with Vito's shit
juice and butt hairs. Vito moaned and jacked his swollen, dripping pole. Juice
continued to pour from his extended hole lips, overflowing my gulping trough of
a pig mouth, dripping onto my tits, which I grabbed and yanked with all the
fervor of a barnyard animal rutting. I pounded my sloppy hole onto the massive
floor dildo and dug deep into Vito's belching toilet feeder. He thrust the
beefy butt against my face, hauling me by both ears deep into his spread, slick
and widespread asshole. Juice-slicked cakes of shit splashed against my face,
filling the shorts strapped against my scalp, caking my face in layers of thick
wet turd. My own pulsing meat dumped wads of pig juice into the banging pump,
while I threw my head back into the air and bellowed like a cow in heat,
thrusting my ass to the floor and planting the complete base of the arm sized
plug inside my cunt lips. Vito yelled from deep in his chest, splatting my
chest and dripping tits in a spray of wet shit juice while tablespoon sized
drops of cum shot through the air and fell sloppily on my head, face and into
my open toiletmouth, ringed and coated in brown, thick stud crap.

My weekend was just beginning, and Vito the slimemaster had just served meal
one in what promised to be a long day of my filthiest dreams.

This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories.
You may also want to visit:
    * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites
    * Sexy_Top_100_Stories