Hank's Pigs

Bob, a man in his fifties, found himself driving down a desolate country road, surrounded by an endless expanse of green fields. The sun was slowly setting behind the distant mountains, casting long shadows across the landscape. Bob realized he was completely lost and to make matters worse, his car started stuttering and eventually came to a complete stop.

With no cell phone reception and unable to figure out what was wrong with the car, he reluctantly decided to leave it behind and began walking in search of civilization. His feet ached as he trudged along the dusty road, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves or chirping of birds.

Bob spotted a farmhouse nestled among the trees about half a mile down the road. His heart lifted at the sight of possible help and he quickened his pace towards it. As he approached, he could see an older woman tending to her garden. He mustered up his courage and gave a hesitant knock on the front door.

The door swung open to reveal a proper looking lady in her sixties, with kind eyes and a warm smile. Bob introduced himself and explained his predicament to the woman, who introduced herself as Mary. She graciously invited him into the house.

As soon as Bob stepped inside, he noticed another figure in the living room - a man in his mid-sixties with thinning hair combed over and a big potbelly, wearing worn-out overalls. Mary simply said, "Oh that's just my brother Hank. Don't mind him."

Grateful for their hospitality, Bob made a call to the nearest auto repair shop but was informed that they wouldn't be able to come until the following day. Stranded, he asked about nearby hotels but was disappointed to learn that the closest one was over 50 miles away. However, Mary offered him a place to stay for the night, assuring him that they rarely had guests.

Feeling like he was intruding, Bob hesitated but both Hank and Mary insisted he stay. The woman went to prepare dinner while Bob and Hank struck up a conversation. They roamed around the farm, admiring the lush greenery and various animals raised by the siblings. Amused by the chickens clucking in their pen, Hank suggested they go see the pigs next.

"This ain't no ordinary pig farm, Bob," Hank warned as they entered the pig pen. "These pigs are too big and heavy to mate naturally. I had to intervene manually"

Bob's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I...see. That must be quite a job for you."

"But I gotta admit," Hank continued with a far-off look in his eyes. "I feel a special connection with these pigs. Sometimes, I even like to sit naked among them in the pen."

Bob was taken aback at the thought but he couldn't stop listening.

"And you wanna know a secret?" Hank leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around Bob's waist. "Besides my sister, there ain't no other women on this farm. And for me...I don't prefer women at all."

A shiver ran down Bob's spine as Hank's intentions became clear. He was torn between resistance and surrender.

"Hank, I-I don't think this is-"

"All this talk about pigs has got me feeling real horny," Hank whispered in a low voice that sent chills down Bob's spine.

Bob could feel his fear and arousal warring within him as Hank began to fumble with the straps on his overalls.

"Unless you want mud on them nice clothes," Hank winked suggestively, "I suggest you strip."

Torn between his modesty and his growing desire, Bob sheepishly stripped off his garments as Hank's hands roamed his body.

 

The overpowering stench of the pigpen assaulted their senses, mingling with the loud squeals of the pigs as Hank, fat, shirtless and sweaty, forcefully grabbed Bob's dick and began to jerk him off. Despite trying to maintain control, Bob couldn't help but grow erect from the stimulation. He felt exposed and vulnerable, especially as he looked over at the pigs in their pen who seemed to be enjoying the show.

Bob couldn't help but wonder what the pigs were thinking as they watched him being pleasured by another man. A wave of shame washed over him, but at the same time, there was an undeniable arousal building within him. The scent of the pigpen and the sight of the animals only added to his euphoria.

As both men became fully naked, Hank pushed Bob into the muddy ground of the pen. Bob moaned as Hank licked his nipples while making loud snorts and grunts like a pig himself. "I can't believe you're doing this to me," Bob gasped out, struggling to resist the pleasure that was coursing through him.

Hank's deep voice rumbled with confidence as he replied, "Oh, you're gonna love it." Bob felt his cock throb in response, aching for release. However, Hank had more in store for him.

"Not so fast," Hank said with a playful smirk. "I ain't through with you yet. Get on your knees and let me fuck that ass of yours." Bob shakenly obeyed, his heart pounding in anticipation.

As Bob knelt down, his ass facing Hank, the scent of manure and hay enveloped him from the pen. Hank's rough hands reached around and spit on Bob's asshole, slicking it up before sliding his thick cock inside. Bob gasped at the initial pain, but it quickly subsided into a strange sense of pleasure.

Hank began to thrust into Bob's tight hole, each movement sending shivers of pleasure and pain coursing through his body. As they fucked, the pigs in the nearby pen seemed to sense the energy between the two men and their grunts and snorts grew even louder and more intense.

Bob couldn't help but feel like all eyes were on him as he took Hank's cock - not just those of the pigs, but also anyone who may be watching from a distance. His mind raced with wild thoughts and fantasies as he continued to moan and writhe under Hank's powerful grasp.

Suddenly, Hank leaned over Bob and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him back until their faces were only inches apart. "Squeal like one of them pigs," he growled in a low voice. And without hesitation, Bob complied.

The sound that escaped his lips was a mix of pleasure and pain, mimicking the squeals of the pigs as they watched on in fascination. Covered in mud and sweat, Bob couldn't help but feel completely lost in the moment.

As Hank's thrusts became more erratic and his grunts grew louder, Bob knew that the moment was coming to an end. And with one final cry, Hank pulled out and released his load all over Bob's trembling ass.

The warm sensation of Hank's cum on his skin mixed with the intense scent of hay and sex flooded Bob's senses. And as he collapsed onto the ground, panting and spent, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction - like he had truly let go of any inhibitions and embraced the wildness of the moment.

As Hank walked away, Bob remained on his knees, still covered in mud and feces from his time in the pen. He couldn't help feeling both ashamed and aroused by the experience.

“Supper’s Ready” Mary called out. “Be right there” Hank yelled back.