Once you went up a gauge in your ring piercings, you couldn't stop. The first time you did it was the most noticeable, feeling your skin stretched just a little more with the extra weight, seeing the rings even more present in your reflection and under your shirt. You loved watching the silver dangle under your nose, the image reminding you of an animal. You just wanted them to keep getting bigger.
Each month was the same, increasing the gauge on your nips and septum slightly, the sight reinforcing your addiction to wanting them to be more massive. You began to take little care of the rest of your body, only focusing on the rings, playing with them waiting for the point you could go up another size.
You didn't realize that the more presence they had on your body, the more animalistic you became. The more they tugged on your nips the less you could think, the nerves sending your mind into a state of constant arousal barely able to focus on anything else. You didn't pay attention to the hair beginning to spread all over your body from how much you sweat now in heat, your mind too obsessed with the glinting metal on your skin.
You hadn't realized your body odor had changed, the hair trapping in your new musk and only allowing more of it to soak into your head. It's all your nose could inhale, the beard wrapping your face saturated in the pheromones that your body couldn't stop producing. You spent the nights shirtless, holding your head in bliss just enjoying the sensation of being a beast, just a dumb animal in heat.
“Frankie, c’mover here. Let me go over some things. First of all welcome home. Six years in the Navy made a man out of you. You’re looking good. When I heard you were coming home to live, I told your papa that you can have your old job again. I’m glad you accepted. There are things that have changed. I’ll go over that in just a minute. Say, do you remember your going away party up at the cabin?...
“Oh my god, we all got so fucking sloshed. It started right after you got your anchor tattoo. You were eighteen, but none of us cared that you were drinking under age. I remember that we had to get something out of my boat at the lake. It was only a couple hundred feet yet we were staggering. You know what I remembered real good? It was having to take a piss and before I knew what was going on, you had my cock in your mouth while I was still pissing. And you were confessing how much you have always wanted me.
“The next morning at breakfast I came in on your mom serving a table full of your family and friends. You had a panicked look on your face, and all I could say was ‘Christ was I drunk. I don’t remember anything from last night.’ You looked relieved. Still remember that look. And yes I remember everything.
“And before you wonder, you will be swinging on my cock in a few moments. I thought about you ever since you left. But more so, I wanted that piss blow job again. So I went hunting for gay boys like yourself. There’s none around here, well none that I know of. I heard about the rest stop on the interstate seventy miles away. I got some of the best blow jobs ever. I went further up the interstate to the town of Tyler. They have a dirty book store. The booths have glory holes. Yes, I now know what they are. You know you have to play videos if you are going to get blown.
“This one time, my dick is through the hole, and I’m not paying attention to the video until I look down to see this boy getting fucked and pissed on by a bunch of biker types, passed around like some whore bitch. What’s interesting is that boy had your tattoo. It was clear that it was you. Hell the title was ‘Biker Semen for the Seaman’. So I started following you, always pounding my pud while watching. And it’s not even just fucking and sucking. You are one twisted boy. I laughed when you were the cover boy for ‘Make Room for Daddy’ holding an enema bag. I never knew a clean cut boy could be so nasty.
“The thing is as I was watching you do this, I wanted to be there with you, to make you do more. Now my favorite video of yours was ‘The Lieutenant and His Slaves.’ The other scenes were boring, but yours where he shaved you and then chained you under a toilet seat with table legs, fuck, that was hot. The fucker was hairier than I am. I thought he was going to take a dump in your mouth. I’m glad he didn’t. But you tongued his bunghole for a long time. He jerked himself off with his balls slapping your forehead all the while calling you every name he could, and your dick was rock hard. When I watch it, if I haven’t shot my load by the time he smacks your dick once and you shoot this huge load, I’m shooting right along with you. Then he made you eat his ass for another five minutes. Fuck, every time I see it, I want to be him.
“As much as I have played in town, I have never had that done to me. But I watch that video over and over. I think that was the last movie you did. I looked and looked. Nothing since. Your papa told me you were over seas the last three years. That’s probably why. So here we are. You are a fucking piss drinking, dick sucking, butt fucking, ass eating, sperm burper. And no one in town is any wiser. So… get the fuck naked and on your knees you fucking faggot. Take my cock out. I have to take one hell of a piss. I’ve been saving it all morning.
“Being my pisser is now part of your job fag. As is getting naked when we are on this side of the farm. Oh fuck, does that feel good. You know, that apartment above my barn where Billy Joe Adams lived in is empty. Why don’t you move your fag shit in there? My old lady won’t know what’s up. And besides, your papa was happy to have you home, but he was enjoying his time alone with your mama. I was going to blackmail you into being my slave bitch, but something tells me that you aren’t going to need to be coerced. One of the first things I will do to you is shave you smooth. What the…? Did you just cum? Mother fucker you just did! And without touching yourself too? Next time give me a fucking heads up. I want to see shit like that. Ok, I think now it’s time for you to lick my shithole clean. It’s hairy isn’t it? I expect five minutes. Get in there. Get in there… oh hell fuck, oh my fucking god. Jesus! This is going to be required of you several times a day. Fucking hell. You fags know what the fuck you are doing.”
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