I sat hunched over my computer in the dim glow of my apartment, the stale air thick with the sour tang of my own unwashed skin, a constant reminder of the layers of fat that engulfed me like a suffocating blanket. My fingers, slick with sweat, hovered above the keyboard as I scrolled through the anonymous depths of an online forum, my heart pounding with a mix of terror and illicit thrill. At 42, with my balding head gleaming under the harsh screen light and my micropenis tucked uselessly between my thighs, I'd long ago resigned myself to a life of isolation—days spent in this cramped room, eating takeout that clung to my gut, my body a prison of flab and failure. But tonight, something had shifted; I'd stumbled upon these BDSM communities, raw confessions of submission that mirrored the dark cravings I'd buried for years, and before I knew it, I was typing out my first tentative message to a user named Alexander, my words spilling out in a desperate plea for the degradation I craved.

As I hit send, a shiver ran through me, my cock twitching pathetically in my stained underwear, aroused by the mere thought of exposing my weaknesses to this stranger. My daily routine had become a monotonous ritual of self-loathing: waking up to the creak of my sagging bed, the mirror reflecting back a man whose double chin and rolls of flesh made him unrecognizable, even to himself. I'd spend hours alone, the silence broken only by the hum of the refrigerator or the occasional groan from my overburdened chair, my mind wandering to fantasies of being used, humiliated, reduced to nothing more than an object for someone else's pleasure. That growing desire for degradation gnawed at me, turning my isolation into a fuel for obsession, and Alexander's profile—detailing a dominant force, a CEO who promised to break and reshape—felt like the key to unlocking it all.

The response came faster than I expected, his words sharp and commanding, pulling me deeper into the abyss. We arranged to meet in a discreet hotel room the following evening, and as I read his instructions, my body responded with an embarrassing surge of heat, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I knew then, as I prepared for that first encounter, that there was no turning back; the seed of submission had taken root, and Alexander would be the one to water it with his calculated cruelty.

The next evening arrived with a weight that pressed down on me like the heavy folds of my own flesh, each passing hour dragging me closer to that hotel room where my fantasies would either shatter or solidify into reality. I had barely slept, my mind replaying Alexander's curt instructions in a loop—arrive at 8 p.m. sharp, wear nothing beneath my clothes, and bring no illusions of dignity. As I waddled down the dimly lit hallway of the upscale hotel, my sweat-drenched shirt clinging to my rolls of fat, the acrid scent of my unwashed body wafted up, mixing with the faint aroma of polished wood and expensive cologne that lingered in the air. My micropenis, already half-hard and leaking a sticky bead of precum into my boxers, throbbed with every step, a pathetic reminder of the humiliation I craved. The door loomed before me, room 512, and with a trembling hand, I knocked, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might burst through my chest.

Alexander opened the door with the effortless grace of a predator, his towering 6'5" frame filling the entrance, muscles straining against the tailored suit that screamed power and control. At 38, he was dangerously handsome, his chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes scanning me with a mix of disdain and amusement, as if I were some foul creature he'd deigned to let inside. "You're late by two minutes, pig," he snarled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent a shiver down my spine and made my cock twitch obscenely. He stepped aside, allowing me to shuffle in, the door clicking shut behind me with a finality that sealed my fate. The room was immaculate, a stark contrast to my squalid existence—plush carpets, dim lighting casting shadows on the king-sized bed, and a small table where a single document lay waiting. But all I could focus on was him, his presence dominating the space, his scent of leather and musk invading my senses, making my knees weak. "Strip," he ordered, his eyes narrowing as he watched me fumble with my clothes, revealing my naked, obese form in all its grotesque glory—sagging tits jiggling, belly hanging low, and that minuscule dick standing at attention, glistening with shame.

As I stood there, exposed and quivering, Alexander circled me slowly, his fingers grazing my flabby skin, pinching a roll of fat on my side with cruel precision. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you, you disgusting fat fuck?" he said, his tone laced with sadistic pleasure, and I nodded eagerly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He led me to the table, where the contract lay open, its pages filled with explicit details that made my head spin—terms outlining my transformation into his pig, a slave subjected to abuse, torture, orgasm control, and dehumanization, all under the guise of consensual non-consent. Words jumped out at me like knives: "You will be treated as a filthy, ugly beast, denied release until I deem it fit, your body used for my amusement, every hole violated at my whim." My eyes widened as I read, my cock dribbling precum onto the floor, the wet spot growing as arousal coursed through me. Alexander handed me a pen, his other hand cupping my balls roughly, squeezing just enough to make me whimper. "Sign it, pig, and embrace what you are—a worthless, stinking slab of meat for me to break."

I signed without hesitation, my hand shaking as the pen scratched across the paper, each stroke binding me further to this path of degradation. Alexander's laughter echoed in the room as he reviewed the document, his fingers tracing the ink before he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "From this moment, you're nothing but my pig, you fat, pathetic cunt. I'll piss on you, whip your flabby ass until it's striped red, and deny you the right to cum while I fuck your throat raw." His words ignited a fire in me, my body responding with a surge of heat, my nipples hardening into painful peaks as he shoved me to my knees. The carpet burned against my skin, but I didn't care; I was already lost in the haze of submission, my mind racing with the promise of what's to come. He unzipped his pants, revealing his massive cock, thick and veined, easily dwarfing my own pitiful excuse for one, and the sight made me salivate, my mouth watering at the thought of servicing him.

With the contract signed, Alexander wasted no time asserting his dominance, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my face toward his crotch. "Open wide, you ugly pig slut," he growled, and I obeyed, my lips parting to take in the head of his dick, the salty taste of his precum exploding on my tongue as I sucked greedily. He thrust deep, forcing his length down my throat, stretching my mouth wide, the gagging sounds muffled by his relentless pounding. "That's it, choke on it, you worthless piece of shit," he taunted, his hips slamming forward with brutal rhythm, each thrust making my eyes water and my own cock throb in agony, denied any touch. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with tears, as he fucked my face harder, the wet slurping noises filling the room alongside my desperate moans. I could feel every inch of him, the way his shaft pulsed against my palate, the head hitting the back of my throat with punishing force, stretching me to my limits. My body trembled, waves of humiliation and ecstasy crashing over me, my balls aching with the need for release that the contract forbade.

As he pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening cock, Alexander smeared the mess across my face, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Look at you, you filthy animal, leaking and begging for more." He pushed me onto the bed, my massive body sinking into the mattress, and spread my legs wide, exposing my tight, unused hole. "Time to break in your fat ass, pig," he said, lubing his fingers with a generous amount of slick gel before plunging one inside me, the sudden intrusion making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He worked me open slowly at first, then added another finger, scissoring and twisting, stretching my rim until it burned, the fullness making my cock weep more precum. "Feel that, you disgusting fuck? That's just the beginning," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, before lining up his cock and thrusting in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one savage motion. The sensation was overwhelming—his dick splitting me open, pounding against my prostate with every brutal stroke, the rhythm fast and unforgiving, each thrust eliciting wet, squelching sounds from my violated hole. I moaned like the pig I was, my body jiggling with the force, sweat pouring down my skin as he ravaged me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. The pain blended into bliss, my mind fracturing under his control, every filthy word he spat pushing me closer to the edge without allowing me to tip over.

Alexander's relentless thrusts hammered deeper, his massive cock battering my prostate with every savage stroke, the slick heat of his shaft stretching my ravaged hole to its absolute limit. I could feel the veins pulsing against my inner walls, each one throbbing with the promise of his release, while my own pathetic micropenis dribbled a steady stream of precum onto the sheets below, untouched and aching for the friction it would never get. "Fuck, you're such a tight, filthy pig hole," he growled, his voice ragged with exertion, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips, leaving bruises that would mark me as his property. The room spun around me, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex, my body jiggling uncontrollably with each pounding impact, the wet squelch of his dick plunging in and out echoing in my ears like a obscene symphony. My mind was a whirlwind of fractured thoughts, every degrading word from his lips fueling the fire in my gut, pushing me to the brink of madness as he finally tensed, his balls slapping against my ass one last time before he roared in triumph.

Hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding my insides with a searing rush that filled me to the brim, his seed coating every inch of my stretched-out channel in thick, sticky waves. I whimpered pathetically, feeling the warmth spread deep within me, my hole clenching around him involuntarily as if trying to milk every last drop, the sensation of being bred like an animal sending shockwaves of humiliated pleasure through my obese frame. Alexander grunted, his body shuddering as he emptied himself, his massive dick twitching violently inside me, pulsing with each spurt until I could feel the overflow leaking out around his base, mixing with the lube and dribbling down my crack in a messy trail. "Take it all, you fat cum dumpster," he snarled, his breath hot against my neck as he ground his hips forward, ensuring every drop was buried deep. When he finally pulled out, the sudden emptiness made me gasp, my gaping hole throbbing and raw, clenching futilely around nothing as his cum began to seep out, a warm, viscous reminder of his dominance. But he wasn't done; with a cruel smirk, he reached for something on the bedside table—a large pig tail butt plug, its bulbous base gleaming under the dim light, far too thick for my already abused entrance, designed to stretch and torment.

He lubed it generously, his eyes locked on mine with sadistic glee, and pressed the cold, unyielding silicone against my slick rim, the pressure immediate and overwhelming. "This is gonna hurt, pig, and you're gonna love every second of it," he taunted, twisting the plug slowly as he forced it past my tender muscles, the wide girth stretching me wider than his cock had, inch by excruciating inch. I cried out, a mix of pain and ecstasy tearing from my throat, my body convulsing as the plug's bulb popped inside, sealing his cum deep within me, the weight of it pressing against my prostate like a constant, torturous tease. The tail dangled obscenely between my cheeks, a humiliating reminder of my new status, and I could feel every movement shift it, the fullness making my micropenis twitch and leak even more, my balls drawing up tight with denied need. Alexander chuckled darkly, giving the tail a sharp tug that made me yelp, the plug tugging at my rim before settling back, stretching me just enough to border on agony. "Look at you, stuffed and leaking like the worthless sow you are," he said, his voice dripping with contempt, as he hauled me off the bed with effortless strength, my flabby body wobbling under his grip.

He dragged me across the room to a sturdy wooden plank mounted on a stand, a makeshift pillory that loomed like an instrument of medieval torture, its smooth surface waiting to lock me in place. My heart raced as he positioned me, forcing my arms and head through the openings, the wood clamping down with a heavy thud that pinned me in humiliating exposure, my massive gut hanging low and my knees forced apart by his boot wedged between them. The position left me utterly vulnerable, my pathetic micropenis dangling freely in the cool air, its tiny, flaccid length bobbing with every ragged breath, a sad little nub that barely qualified as a cock. I could feel the plug shifting with my struggles, the tail brushing against my thighs, as Alexander stepped back to admire his work, his eyes raking over my quivering form with undisguised disgust. "Please, Master," I begged, my voice breaking, "let me cum, I need it so bad, I'm your pig, I'll do anything." The words spilled out in a desperate whine, my body trembling with the intensity of my arousal, the ache in my balls almost unbearable, every nerve ending screaming for release.

But Alexander just laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed in the room, as he circled me slowly, his fingers trailing over my exposed skin, pinching the rolls of fat on my sides with brutal force. "Earn it? You haven't earned shit, you disgusting fat fuck," he sneered, his hand descending to my micropenis, wrapping around it with a grip that was anything but gentle, his thumb and forefinger squeezing the base hard enough to make me gasp. He stroked it roughly, the motion more torture than pleasure, his fingers sliding over the slick precum that coated it, the friction burning against my oversensitive skin. "Look at this pathetic little thing—barely a dick, more like a clit on a bloated whore," he taunted, twisting his hand as he pumped, the rhythm slow and deliberate, each pull sending jolts of pain through my groin while my body betrayed me, leaking even more. The degradation fueled his sadism, his other hand slapping my hanging tits, making them jiggle and redden, as he leaned in close, his breath foul with exertion. "Your body's a fucking disgrace, reeking of sweat and failure, and this tiny cock is the cherry on top—you're nothing but a stinking, useless pig, and I'm gonna make you suffer for my amusement." He increased the pressure, his nails digging into the soft flesh of my shaft, drawing a whimper from me as he edged me closer without mercy, my mind fracturing further under the onslaught of pain and unfulfilled desire.

The torture continued relentlessly, his fingers working my micropenis with cruel precision, alternating between harsh strokes and light, teasing flicks that kept me on the edge, my body slick with sweat that dripped from my folds and pooled on the floor beneath me. Every degrading word he whispered sliced through me like a knife, amplifying the humiliation, as he described my odor in vivid detail—the acrid tang of my unwashed skin mingling with the musk of his cum still plugged inside me—making my cock throb even harder in his grasp. "You're gonna beg until your throat's raw, pig, and even then, I might not let you blow your pitiful load," he growled, his free hand reaching down to tug on the plug again, the sudden stretch making me moan loudly, the sound raw and animalistic. My knees shook in their forced spread, the pillory holding me captive as waves of agony and ecstasy crashed over me, my entire being reduced to this moment of utter submission, craving the release he dangled just out of reach. Alexander's sadistic grin widened as he watched me unravel, his dominance unbreakable, promising more torment to come.

Alexander's sadistic grin widened as he watched me unravel, his dominance unbreakable, promising more torment to come. He released my micropenis from his cruel grasp, letting it bob uselessly in the air, still slick with precum and throbbing with denied need, while his eyes glinted with that predatory hunger. "Oh, you think begging's going to get you anywhere, you fat, worthless pig?" he snarled, his voice low and menacing, echoing in the confines of the room as he stepped away to retrieve a leather riding crop from a nearby drawer, its polished surface gleaming under the dim light, promising sharp, stinging pain. My heart hammered in my chest, the plug in my ass shifting with every ragged breath, as he returned, swishing the crop through the air with a whistle that made my skin prickle in anticipation. "If you want to cum, you have to earn it, you disgusting fuck. I'm going to whip that flabby ass of yours, and for every stroke, you'll count it out loud and oink like the filthy animal you are. And if you want more—more degradation, more pain—then you'd better beg for it, beg like your pathetic life depends on it." His words sank into me like hooks, pulling at the core of my masochistic soul, and I nodded frantically, my voice breaking as I whimpered, "Yes, Master, please, whip me, make me your pig."

He positioned himself behind me, the pillory holding me fast, my knees spread wide and my enormous gut swaying with every tremble, the cool air brushing against my exposed, sweat-slicked skin. The first crack of the crop against my left ass cheek was like a bolt of lightning, the thin leather snapping across my flesh with a sharp, fiery sting that radiated outward, blooming into a deep, throbbing burn. I yelped, the sound raw and guttural, my body jerking against the wooden restraints, the plug in my ass jostling painfully as I forced out the words, "One... oink!" The oink came out as a humiliating squeal, my face flushing with shame and arousal, my micropenis twitching and leaking another drop of precum onto the floor below. Alexander chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound, and brought the crop down again, this time on the right cheek, the impact harder, the leather biting into the soft, jiggling flesh with precision, leaving a red welt that pulsed with heat. "That's it, pig, feel that? Your fat ass is made for this," he taunted, his breath heavy as he rubbed the tip of the crop over the fresh mark, teasing the sensitive skin. "Two... oink!" I cried, the word turning into a desperate, pig-like snort that echoed my submission, my mind swirling with the intoxicating mix of pain and humiliation, every nerve alive with the need for more, my balls aching fiercely as they drew up tight against my body.

The third stroke landed across both cheeks, the crop whistling through the air before colliding with a resounding smack that made my whole body shudder, the force sending ripples through my rolls of fat, the burn spreading like wildfire across my skin. "Three... oink!" I managed, my voice cracking into a high-pitched squeal, tears streaming down my face as the pain mingled with a perverse thrill, my hole clenching around the plug, the fullness pressing relentlessly against my prostate, making my untouched cock dribble steadily. Alexander stepped closer, his free hand gripping the base of the plug and giving it a torturous twist, the sudden stretch amplifying the agony as he whispered, "You're loving this, aren't you, you stinking fat whore? That tiny dick of yours is leaking like a broken faucet." He punctuated his words with another strike, the fourth one aimed lower, catching the underside of my ass and the tops of my thighs, the sting sharper and more intense, drawing a guttural moan from deep in my throat. "Four... oink!" I squealed, the sound mingling with the wet, squelching noise of my precum hitting the floor, my body trembling uncontrollably, the humiliation fueling my desire. Each impact left my skin marked, red lines crisscrossing my flesh, the heat building into a feverish blaze that made sweat pour down my back, mixing with the acrid scent of my own body odor and the lingering musk of his cum still trapped inside me.

By the fifth stroke, I was a quivering mess, the crop slicing across my already welted cheeks with brutal force, the leather's edge leaving a fresh, searing welt that throbbed in rhythm with my racing heartbeat. "Five... oink!" I bellowed, the oink devolving into a series of pathetic grunts, my mind fracturing under the onslaught, every sensation amplified—the sticky wetness between my legs, the raw burn of my ass, the unyielding pressure of the plug stretching me wide. Alexander paused then, his fingers tracing the raised marks on my skin, pinching a particularly sensitive spot that made me gasp and buck against the pillory. "If you want to keep going, pig, if you want even a chance at cumming, you'd better beg for more filth. Beg me to degrade you, to hurt you worse, to treat you like the cum-guzzling, ass-fucked sow you are," he demanded, his voice laced with cruel amusement, his cock—still half-hard and glistening from our earlier encounter—brushing against my thigh as he leaned in. The words ignited something primal in me, my desperation boiling over, and I pleaded, "Please, Master, please whip me harder, call me your filthy, stinking pig whore, piss on me, make me lick your boots clean with my tongue, anything—torture my fat, useless body, deny me until I break, I need it, I crave every bit of your humiliation!" My voice rose into a feverish whine, my body arching as much as the restraints allowed, the ache in my balls intensifying with each vulgar plea, my micropenis throbbing as if begging alongside me.

Alexander's laughter was a thunderous roar, spurring him on as he delivered the sixth stroke with even more force, the crop cracking against my flesh like a whip, the impact echoing through the room and drawing a scream from my lips that twisted into another oink. "Six... oink!" I wailed, the pain crashing over me in waves, my ass a canvas of red, pulsating welts, each one a testament to his control. He didn't stop, his sadism driving him to push further, the crop dancing across my skin in a relentless rhythm, each strike more precise and punishing than the last. "You're going to take ten, pig, and with every one, I want you to beg for the next level of filth—tell me how you want me to fuck your throat again, or shove that plug deeper, or maybe make you eat your own precum off the floor like the disgusting animal you are." His words were gasoline on the fire, and as the seventh stroke landed, splitting the air with its vicious snap, I cried out, "Seven... oink! Please, Master, after this, force your cock down my throat and make me gag on it, treat me like a urinal, let me wallow in my own filth for you!" The degradation poured out of me, each plea more enthusiastic than the last, my voice hoarse and broken, but filled with genuine fervor, the promise of release dangling just out of reach, keeping me suspended in this exquisite torment.

Alexander's laughter was a thunderous roar, spurring him on as he delivered the sixth stroke with even more force, the crop cracking against my flesh like a whip, the impact echoing through the room and drawing a scream from my lips that twisted into another oink. "Six... oink!" I wailed, the pain crashing over me in waves, my ass a canvas of red, pulsating welts, each one a testament to his control. He didn't stop, his sadism driving him to push further, the crop dancing across my skin in a relentless rhythm, each strike more precise and punishing than the last. "You're going to take ten, pig, and with every one, I want you to beg for the next level of filth—tell me how you want me to fuck your throat again, or shove that plug deeper, or maybe make you eat your own precum off the floor like the disgusting animal you are." His words were gasoline on the fire, and as the seventh stroke landed, splitting the air with its vicious snap, I cried out, "Seven... oink! Oh God, Master, after this, force your cock down my throat and make me gag on it, treat me like a urinal, let me wallow in my own filth for you!" The degradation poured out of me, each plea more enthusiastic than the last, my voice hoarse and broken, but filled with genuine fervor, the promise of release dangling just out of reach, keeping me suspended in this exquisite torment.

As the eighth stroke fell, harder and lower, catching the sensitive skin near the plug's base and making me howl, the vibrations traveled through my body, intensifying the fullness in my ass and making my micropenis jerk wildly. "Eight... oink! Master, please, whip my tits next, pinch my nipples until they bleed, make me your personal cum dump, fill me up and deny me again!" I begged, my words tumbling out in a rush, the humiliation amplifying my arousal, sweat and precum mingling in a sticky mess on the floor beneath me. Alexander's breaths came heavier now, his cock fully hard again as he admired his work, the welts on my ass glowing red under the light, each one a badge of my submission. The ninth strike was a masterpiece of cruelty, aimed directly at the crease where my ass met my thighs, the pain exploding outward in a starburst that left me gasping, "Nine... oink! Oh God, Master, after this, chain me up and edge me for hours, make me beg to eat your ass, turn me into your lowest, filthiest slave!" My body was on fire, every inch of me alive with the blend of agony and ecstasy, the pillory biting into my neck and wrists as I strained against it, desperate for more, my mind utterly consumed by the need to please him, to earn the release he might never grant. He stepped around to my front then, his eyes locking onto my hanging tits, the soft, flabby mounds jiggling with my heaving breaths, nipples hardened into painful peaks from the cool air and the torment. "Alright, you disgusting pig, since you're begging so prettily, I'll whip those fat tits of yours next," he growled, raising the crop high before bringing it down with a vicious snap across my left nipple, the leather biting into the sensitive flesh with a sting that shot straight to my core, making my whole body convulse. I screamed, the sound raw and broken, as the pain bloomed across my chest, the red line swelling instantly, and he followed with another strike on the right, the crop whistling through the air before cracking against the erect nub, sending shockwaves of agony radiating outward. "There, that's what you wanted, isn't it, you worthless sack of shit? I'm gonna fuck that stretched-out hole of yours soon, pump it full of more hot cum until it's leaking out your fat ass, and then I'll piss all over your disgusting body, mark you as my personal urinal. But first, tell me exactly what you want after that—choose your next humiliation, pig, and make it filthy." My mind spun with the intensity, the fresh welts on my tits throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and I gasped out, "Please, Master, after you fuck me and piss on me, degrade me with your piss and food—make me drink your warm, stinking urine straight from your cock, then rub my face in a pile of slop like the worthless, fat pig I am, force me to eat it off the floor while you laugh at how pathetic I look, show me I'm nothing but your filthy, expendable toy, Master, please, make me wallow in it all!" The words poured from me in a torrent of desperation, my body trembling, my micropenis leaking steadily as the promise of more degradation fueled my twisted ecstasy.

Alexander's eyes narrowed with sadistic glee as my words hung in the air, the raw desperation in my voice fueling his hunger for control. He stepped closer, his half-hard cock swinging heavily between his legs, still slick from our earlier encounter, and I could see it thickening again, the thick vein running down its length pulsing with his arousal. "Alright, you filthy fucking pig, if you're going to grovel like that, let's see how much you really crave it," he growled, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he aimed it at my face, his piss slit already glistening with the first drops. My micropenis throbbed harder at the sight, leaking a fresh stream of precum that dripped onto the floor, my mouth watering and drooling uncontrollably as I stared up at him from the pillory, my body trembling with a mix of fear and insatiable lust. Without another word, he let loose, a hot, acrid stream of piss erupting from his cock and splashing across my face, the sharp, salty tang hitting my tongue as I inadvertently opened my mouth wider, gulping down the warm fluid like the depraved animal I was. It cascaded over my skin, soaking my cheeks, dripping from my chin, and running down my neck to pool in the folds of my fat, the overwhelming scent of his urine mixing with my own body odor in a heady, humiliating rush that made my balls ache even more fiercely. I moaned pathetically, my body convulsing against the wooden restraints, the plug in my ass shifting with every shudder, and I felt my tiny dick twitch and dribble more, the degradation pushing me deeper into that blissful haze of submission.

He aimed lower then, the stream hitting my chest with forceful splatters, the hot piss soaking into my sweat-slicked skin and trickling down over my welted tits, where the fresh marks from the crop burned under the liquid's sting. "Look at you, you disgusting cum-slut, lapping it up like it's fucking nectar," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt as he stepped closer, directing the flow directly into my open mouth, the forceful jet filling it with his bitter, tangy waste, making me choke and swallow greedily, my throat working overtime to take it all in. My eyes watered, tears mixing with the piss on my face, but my arousal only intensified, my micropenis straining uselessly in the air as if begging for attention, pre-cum oozing out in thick, sticky strings that dangled and broke onto the floor beneath me. The sound of his stream hitting my flesh was a wet, rhythmic patter, echoing in the room like a perverse rain, and I could feel every drop seeping into my pores, marking me as his property, the humiliation amplifying the throbbing pressure in my ass from the plug. He laughed cruelly as he emptied himself, the last spurts landing on my hanging gut, where they pooled in the deep creases of my fat before dribbling down to mix with the mess on the floor. "That's right, you stinking pig whore, drink it all down—show me how much you love being my personal urinal," he snarled, shaking the last drops onto my lips, his cock now fully erect again, the thick, veined length bobbing menacingly as he stepped behind me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.

With a rough yank, he pulled the plug from my ass in one swift motion, the sudden emptiness making me gasp as my stretched hole gaped open, still slick and leaking his earlier cum in a warm, viscous trickle that dripped down my thighs. "Time to fuck this sloppy pig hole of yours, you fat fuck," he said, his voice a low rumble of sadistic promise, lining up his massive cock against my raw, quivering entrance and thrusting in deep with a single, brutal stroke that split me wide. I screamed, the intrusion stretching my rim to its limits, his thick shaft filling every inch of me, the head of his dick pressing hard against my prostate and sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain radiating through my core. He didn't give me a moment to adjust, his hips slamming forward in a relentless rhythm, each thrust pounding into me with wet, squelching sounds that echoed off the walls, his balls slapping against my welted ass with punishing force. "Feel that, you worthless sack of shit? I'm gonna wreck this fat ass until you're nothing but a dripping mess," he growled, his hands digging into my flabby sides, using my rolls of flesh as leverage to drive deeper, the angle of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over, making my untouched micropenis jerk and leak profusely, strings of precum splattering the floor in a humiliating display.

As he fucked me harder, his pace building to a savage frenzy, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Now, while I'm pounding this pathetic hole, you're gonna tell me all about your most disgusting fantasies, pig—spill every filthy detail, or I'll stop right here and leave you edging forever," he commanded, his voice laced with cruel amusement, his cock throbbing inside me as he emphasized his words with a particularly deep thrust that made my vision blur. I whimpered, my mind reeling from the onslaught, but obeyed instantly, the words tumbling out in a broken, breathless stream. "Oh God, Master, I-I dream of you chaining me up in a filthy stall like a real pig, forcing me to wallow in mud and my own piss while you invite your friends to take turns fucking my mouth and ass, making me choke on their cocks as they call me a worthless, stinking fat slut," I gasped, my voice cracking as his relentless pounding stretched me wider, the friction of his shaft against my inner walls sending jolts of ecstasy through my body. He grunted in approval, slamming into me harder, his hips grinding in circles that made the head of his dick rub against my prostate with torturous precision, drawing out more desperate moans from me. "And—and I fantasize about you starving me for days, then feeding me scraps from your plate mixed with your cum and piss, making me eat it off the floor like a dog, my belly rubbing in the mess as I beg for more abuse," I continued, my words turning into a whine as he reached around to squeeze my balls roughly, the pressure making them throb painfully, heightening the denied need coiling in my gut.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, the sound of our bodies colliding—a wet, slapping rhythm—filling the room as my ass clenched around him, milking his cock instinctively despite the agony. "Keep going, you filthy animal, tell me how you'd want me to break you next," he demanded, his fingers twisting in the fat of my hips, pulling me back onto his shaft with each savage stroke, the depth of his penetration making me feel like he was splitting me in two. I cried out, the words pouring from me in a torrent of depraved confession, "Master, I-I crave you covering me in shit, rubbing it into my skin and making me wear it like war paint while you fuck my throat, gagging me until I puke and then forcing me to lick it up, all while telling me how I'm the most repulsive, useless piece of meat you've ever owned." My body shook violently, the plug's absence now replaced by the relentless stretch of his cock, every inch of him pulsing inside me, the veins on his shaft dragging against my sensitive walls with a burning friction that had me on the edge of madness. Sweat poured down my back, mixing with the remnants of his piss and my own fluids, the acrid scent overwhelming as he leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear. "That's it, you disgusting fuck, let it all out—I'm gonna fill this pig hole with my cum soon, but not before you describe how you'd beg to be your own worst nightmare," he snarled, his rhythm unyielding, each thrust driving me deeper into that vortex of humiliation and ecstasy, my micropenis dribbling endlessly as the fantasies spilled from my lips, fueling his sadistic pleasure.

Alexander's cock hammered into me with unrelenting force, the thick girth stretching my ass to its absolute limit, each pounding thrust sending ripples through my flabby body, making my gut sway and my tits jiggle against the pillory. "More, pig—tell me every vile thing your twisted mind cooks up," he ordered, his voice rough with exertion, his hands sliding up to grip my shoulders for better leverage, pulling me back onto him with brutal efficiency, the head of his dick hitting deep inside, battering my prostate in a way that had me moaning like the animal I was. I gasped for air, my words coming in ragged bursts, "I-I want you to tattoo 'Property of Master' on my forehead, then parade me naked through the streets on a leash, letting strangers spit on me and kick my fat ass while you laugh and whip me for enjoying it, Master—make me thank them for the abuse as you fuck me right there in the dirt." The degradation in my own words made my cock throb painfully, precum oozing out in thick, steady streams that formed a puddle below, my balls drawing up tight with the agony of denial. He chuckled darkly, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his own release, the wet sounds of his shaft plunging in and out of my sloppy hole growing louder, more obscene, each one accompanied by my desperate grunts and his harsh breaths. The room spun around me, the mix of pain, pleasure, and humiliation blurring into a single, intoxicating blur, his dominance consuming me completely as I surrendered to the fantasy, my body a vessel for his sadistic whims.

Alexander's dominance consumed me completely as I surrendered to the fantasy, my body a vessel for his sadistic whims, every thrust of his massive cock driving deeper into my stretched, quivering ass, the wet slap of his balls against my welted flesh echoing like a primal drumbeat in the stifling air. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into the soft rolls of fat that jiggled with each brutal pound, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps as his pace quickened, the thick vein along his shaft throbbing against my inner walls, stretching me wider than I thought possible. I could feel the heat building inside him, his cock swelling even more, pulsing with the promise of release, and I whimpered pathetically, my micropenis leaking a constant stream of precum that dripped onto the floor in sticky, humiliating strands, my balls drawn up tight and aching with the denied need that had me teetering on the edge of madness. His thrusts grew erratic, savage, each one hitting my prostate with pinpoint accuracy, sending jolts of electric pleasure-pain shooting through my core, making my entire body convulse against the pillory's unyielding hold, the wood creaking under the force as sweat poured down my back, mixing with the remnants of his piss and my own foul odor in a thick, musky haze that filled the room.

With a final, guttural roar that reverberated through my bones, Alexander pulled out suddenly, his massive cock glistening with a sheen of lube, cum, and my ass juices, the abrupt emptiness leaving my gaping hole clenching futilely around nothing, a warm trickle of his earlier load seeping out to dribble down my thighs in a messy trail. He stroked himself roughly, his fist pumping up and down his thick, veined shaft with brutal speed, his eyes locked on my exposed, trembling form as he aimed the swollen head at my face, the first hot rope of cum erupting with explosive force, splattering across my cheeks in thick, sticky strands that clung to my skin like ropes of molten fire. More followed in rapid succession, his cum shooting out in powerful jets that painted my forehead, nose, and lips, the salty, musky taste flooding my mouth as I instinctively opened wide, catching what I could on my tongue, feeling it coat the back of my throat in a viscous wave that made me gag and moan in equal measure. Each spurt hit with wet, splattering sounds, the force making my flabby body shudder, his seed dripping down my chin and onto my hanging tits, where it mingled with the welts from the crop, the heat of it searing into my flesh as I wallowed in the degradation, my micropenis twitching wildly, leaking even more precum in response to the sheer humiliation of being marked like this—reduced to a canvas for his seed, my body slick and reeking with his essence.

Panting heavily, Alexander stepped back, his cock still semi-hard and dripping the last few drops onto my upturned face, his chest heaving as he surveyed his work with a sadistic grin that sent a shiver down my spine. "That's it, you filthy fucking pig, covered in my cum like the worthless cum-rag you are," he snarled, his voice low and commanding, laced with cruel amusement that made my stomach twist with a mix of fear and perverse excitement. "I've broken you good tonight, but this is just the start—we're going to fulfill every twisted desire you've got, every disgusting fantasy you spilled out like the pathetic puddle of shit you are. I'll make sure you live out every filthy moment, chaining you up, whipping you raw, filling every hole until you're begging for mercy that won't come." His words hit me like whips, each one stoking the fire in my gut, and I felt a surge of desperate need bubble up from deep within, my voice breaking as I lifted my head as much as the pillory allowed, tears mixing with his cum on my face. "Please, Master, oh God, please treat me like the stinking, fat slave I've always dreamed of being," I begged, my words tumbling out in a hoarse, feverish rush, "humiliate me more, chain me down and force me to eat your cum off the floor, piss on me again while you fuck my throat, make me wallow in my own filth until I'm nothing but your toy, your lowest piece of meat—please, Master, break me completely, deny me everything until I can't think straight!"

Alexander's laughter echoed cruelly through the room, a dark, thunderous sound that made my cock throb in agony, as he reached for a set of heavy leather cuffs and chains from the bedside table, the metal clinking ominously in his hands. "Oh, you'll get what you crave, you disgusting fat fuck," he growled, unlocking the pillory with a swift motion and yanking me to the floor, my knees hitting the carpet with a thud that jarred my bones, my massive body sprawling out in a heap of quivering flesh. He forced my arms behind my back, the cuffs snapping around my wrists with a cold, unyielding bite that pinned them in place, the chains linking to a collar he buckled around my neck, pulling tight enough to make me gasp for air. "Look at you, all chained up like the pathetic animal you are, leaking and begging for more abuse," he taunted, his boot pressing down on my back, grinding my face into the puddle of precum, piss, and cum on the floor, the acrid, salty mess smearing across my lips and tongue as I lapped it up instinctively, the degradation making my ass clench and my micropenis dribble anew. He knelt beside me, his fingers roughly probing my still-gaping hole, two digits plunging in deep without warning, stretching me further, the sudden intrusion sending shocks of pain through my core as he twisted and scissored, his other hand yanking on the chain to choke me slightly. "You're nothing but a filthy slob of a slave, a stinking, cum-soaked pig whose only purpose is to take whatever I dish out," he spat, his words cutting deep as he added a third finger, forcing them in to the knuckle, the fullness making me moan and writhe, my body arching helplessly under his control.

The bondage tightened around me, the chains pulling taut as he flipped me onto my back, my arms strained beneath me, exposing my front completely—my sagging tits heaving, my gut spilling out, and my micropenis standing at pathetic attention, slick and red from the unrelenting denial. Alexander loomed over me, his sadistic eyes gleaming as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up to meet his gaze. "Time to really degrade you, you worthless cunt," he sneered, spitting directly onto my face before shoving his still-dripping cock against my lips, the head forcing its way into my mouth, stretching my jaws wide as he thrust shallowly, the taste of his cum and my own ass overwhelming my senses. "Suck it clean, pig, and while you're at it, tell me how much you love being chained and fucked like this—every filthy detail of your dreams coming true." I choked around him, my tongue swirling over his shaft, lapping up the remnants of our earlier mess, the chains rattling with my movements as he ground deeper, his free hand slapping my tits hard, the impact making them bounce and redden further. The humiliation washed over me in waves, my body responding with a surge of twisted ecstasy, my hole clenching around emptiness as I mumbled around his cock, "I love it, Master, being your chained-up whore, forced to suck and beg while you torture me—please, degrade me more, fist my fat ass and make me scream, treat me like the filthy slob I am!" His laughter turned into a growl, his hips bucking forward, driving his cock deeper into my throat as he prepared for the next level of torment, the room spinning with the intensity of it all.

Alexander pulled back just enough to let me gasp for air, his cock slick with my saliva as he positioned himself between my spread legs, the chains holding me in place making every movement a struggle, my body fully exposed and vulnerable. "Alright, you begging piece of shit, let's see how your dreams hold up," he said, his voice dripping with contempt, as he lubed up his hand generously, his fingers glistening before he pressed them against my raw, swollen rim, starting with two and quickly adding more, the stretch intense and burning as he worked them in, twisting and pushing deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, his knuckles breaching my entrance with a pop that made me cry out, my ass clenching around his invading hand, the fullness bordering on agony as he fisted me slowly, deliberately, his other hand yanking the chain to keep me arched and exposed. "Feel that, you fat, stinking slave? Your hole's getting wrecked just like you've always wanted, stretched wide around my fist while you leak like a broken faucet," he taunted, his words fueling the fire as he pumped in and out, the wet, squelching sounds filling the air, each thrust hitting nerves that made my micropenis throb and spurt precum uncontrollably. I moaned incoherently, the bondage amplifying every sensation, the chains biting into my skin as I begged for more, my voice a broken whisper of pure submission, lost in the haze of his cruel dominance.

I moaned incoherently, the bondage amplifying every sensation, the chains biting into my skin as I begged for more, my voice a broken whisper of pure submission, lost in the haze of his cruel dominance. "Please, Master, please fill me up with something bigger, stretch me wider, make me scream and squeal like the filthy pig I am," I pleaded, my words tumbling out in a desperate rush, my ass still throbbing from his fist, the emptiness a torturous void that craved more abuse. Alexander's eyes lit with sadistic glee, his breath hot on my face as he reached for a collection of toys on the table, selecting a thick, ridged dildo that dwarfed his own cock, its black silicone veined and unyielding, easily twice the girth of what he'd just removed. He lubed it slowly, his fingers smearing the slick gel over its massive length, the sound of his hand gliding along it making my hole clench in anticipation, and without warning, he pressed the bulbous head against my stretched rim, forcing it inside with a deliberate, grinding push that split me open, the stretch burning like fire as I let out a high-pitched squeal, my body convulsing against the chains, waves of pain and ecstasy crashing through me.

He didn't stop there, twisting the dildo deeper with each thrust of his arm, the ridges dragging against my sensitive walls, making me grunt and howl like the animal he made me, my micropenis twitching and leaking a fresh stream of precum onto my belly. "That's it, you disgusting fat fuck, take it all," he growled, his free hand pinching my nipples hard enough to bruise, the pain sharpening the pleasure as the dildo bottomed out, filling me completely, its base pressing against my cheeks in a humiliating bulge. I squealed in delight, the fullness overwhelming, my mind fracturing into bliss as he held it there, his eyes boring into mine. "If you want that pathetic little cock of yours to even think about cumming, you hold this dildo inside, pig—don't let it slip out, or I edge you for hours more." My heart raced at his words, a mix of terror and joy flooding me, and I nodded frantically, clenching my muscles around the massive toy, feeling it shift inside me with every ragged breath, the effort making me whimper. "Yes, Master, I'll hold it, please, torture my tiny cock, edge me until I break," I gasped, my voice laced with eager submission, as he turned his attention to my throbbing micropenis, his fingers wrapping around it with cruel precision, stroking it with feather-light touches that sent jolts of denied pleasure through me, building the ache in my balls to an unbearable peak while he watched for any sign of failure, his sadistic grin promising endless torment.

Alexander's fingers danced with deliberate cruelty over my micropenis, his touch so light it was like the whisper of a blade against raw nerve endings, each feather-light stroke sending shards of agonizing pleasure straight to my core. The tiny, swollen nub throbbed in his grip, barely more than a swollen clit on my flabby body, leaking precum in thick, viscous beads that oozed down his fingers and pooled on my sagging gut, the sticky mess cooling against my skin in the stifling room air. "Look at this pathetic little thing," he sneered, his voice a low, mocking rumble that made my balls draw up tight in protest, the ache building like a fire ready to consume me whole. He varied his rhythm, sometimes pausing to circle the sensitive head with his thumb, smearing the slick fluid around until it burned with oversensitivity, then switching to the barest of tugs that had me whimpering and bucking against the chains. My ass clenched desperately around the ridged dildo, the massive toy stretching me from the inside, its thick veins pressing against my prostate with every involuntary movement, threatening to slip out and earn me more punishment. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway—a high, pitiful squeal that echoed off the walls, my body trembling as the denied need coiled tighter in my gut, every second under his control pushing me deeper into the abyss of my own masochistic bliss.

He leaned in closer, his hot breath washing over my face, reeking of sweat and sex, as he increased the pressure just a fraction, his fingers now squeezing the base of my micropenis with enough force to make me gasp, cutting off the blood flow and turning the throbbing into a dull, pounding ache that spread through my groin. "You're gonna hold that dildo like the good little pig you are, aren't you? Not a single drop of relief for your worthless tiny dick until I say so," he taunted, his free hand roaming up to pinch one of my hardened nipples, twisting it savagely between his thumb and forefinger until I cried out, the sharp pain mingling with the electric jolts from his strokes. Precum dribbled steadily from my tip, forming a glossy trail down my shaft and onto the floor, the wet sound of it hitting the carpet a humiliating reminder of my body's betrayal. My mind fractured under the onslaught, thoughts swirling in a haze of degradation—how I'd always dreamed of this, of being reduced to a quivering, leaking mess, my every nerve alight with the sweet torment of denial. The dildo's weight inside me shifted with each ragged breath, stretching my rim to its limits, the fullness a constant, throbbing presence that made my hole clench and release in futile rhythm, as if begging for more even as I fought to keep it seated. Alexander's sadistic grin widened as he watched me struggle, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight, and he spat on my cock, the warm glob landing on the head and making me shudder as he rubbed it in with his palm, the friction turning the slickness into a burning tease that edged me closer without mercy.

Sweat poured down my folds of fat, mixing with the earlier piss and cum on my skin to create a sticky, acrid layer that amplified every sensation, my body odor rising in the heated air like a fog of shame. He released my micropenis for a brief moment, only to slap it lightly with his open hand, the impact sending a shockwave through my core that made me yelp and arch my back, the chains rattling as they held me in place. "Fuck, you're disgusting, you fat fuck—leaking like a broken faucet, your tiny cock begging for attention it doesn't deserve," he growled, his words cutting deep into my psyche, fueling the fire of my submission. I nodded frantically, my voice a broken whisper, "Yes, Master, I'm your disgusting pig, please edge me harder, make me suffer for your pleasure," the plea spilling from my lips as he resumed his torturous strokes, his fingers now slick with my own fluids, gliding up and down with a rhythm that was both too much and not enough. The dildo inside me felt like a living thing, its ridges massaging my inner walls with every twitch, the pressure on my prostate building unbearably, making my balls ache as they drew up tight, denied the release that clawed at me from within. Emotionally, I was adrift in a sea of ecstasy, every degrading act affirming my purpose, my desire for this complete dehumanization overwhelming any shred of dignity I might have clung to, turning pain into the purest form of pleasure.

Satisfied with my desperation, Alexander shifted his focus, his hand leaving my micropenis to trail down my sweat-slicked body, fingers digging into the soft rolls of my gut before reaching between my legs to press against the base of the dildo, twisting it slowly to heighten the stretch. "Let's see how long you can hold this, you worthless cum-dump," he snarled, pushing it deeper with a sudden thrust that made me scream, the toy's girth forcing my hole wider, the burning sensation radiating outward as it ground against my prostate. My micropenis jerked in response, spurting a fresh gush of precum that splattered across my thigh, the sticky warmth cooling quickly in the air. He leaned back, admiring his work, his own cock hardening again as he watched me writhe, the veins along his shaft pulsing with renewed arousal. "Beg for it, pig—tell me how much you love being my toy, how you crave every bit of this torture," he demanded, his voice laced with cruel amusement, as he returned to edging me, this time using the edge of his nail to scrape lightly along the underside of my shaft, the sharp sensation making me buck and moan louder. I complied instantly, my words tumbling out in a feverish rush, "I love it, Master, I crave every second of this, your fingers on my pathetic dick, the dildo wrecking my ass—please, torture me more, slap my balls, make me your filthy, leaking slave forever." The emotional depth of it hit me like a wave, my self-loathing transforming into a profound sense of belonging, every act of humiliation binding me tighter to him, my body and mind surrendering completely to his will.

As he continued, his strokes grew more inventive, alternating between gentle caresses and sudden, rough tugs that had me on the brink, my micropenis throbbing so hard it felt like it might burst, the denied orgasm coiling in my gut like a trapped beast. He slapped my balls lightly, the sting spreading through my sack and up my spine, making me grunt and clench around the dildo, the toy shifting dangerously inside me. "Don't you dare let that slip, you fat piece of shit," he warned, his hand wrapping around my shaft again, pumping it with a torturously slow rhythm that built the pressure without release. The room was alive with sounds—my desperate moans, the wet squelch of precum, the rattle of chains—as sweat and fluids dripped from my body, creating a pungent, erotic symphony that enveloped us. Emotionally, I was lost in the moment, my heart pounding with a mix of terror and ecstasy, knowing that this denial was exactly what I needed, what I'd always craved, my submission deepening with every passing second under his unyielding control. Alexander's grin never faltered, his sadistic nature reveling in my torment, as he whispered promises of more, his voice a dark thread weaving through the haze, "This is just the beginning, pig—I've got all night to break you further, to edge that tiny cock until you're a sobbing mess, begging for the pain that defines you."

His words hung in the air like a noose tightening around my throat, the promise of endless torment sending a fresh wave of electric anticipation through my sweat-drenched body, my micropenis throbbing under his expert torment as his fingers danced across it with that cruel, teasing rhythm. The dildo inside me felt like a massive intruder, its ridged surface pressing relentlessly against my prostate, stretching my rim to the breaking point, and I clenched with everything I had, my ass muscles straining to hold it in place as his light strokes on my tiny cock pushed me closer to the edge of madness. But the combination was too much—the intense vibrations from his earlier thrusts, the slickness of lube and cum making everything slide, and my own quivering body betraying me as I bucked involuntarily against the chains. With a sudden, humiliating slip, the dildo began to edge out, the thick base pushing against my stretched hole, and despite my desperate efforts to clamp down, it popped free with a wet, obscene squelch that echoed in the room, landing on the floor with a thud that made my face burn with shame. "Oh fuck, Master, I—I couldn't hold it," I whimpered, my voice cracking into a pathetic sob, tears mixing with the drying cum on my cheeks as the emptiness in my ass left me gaping and throbbing, my micropenis leaking another pitiful spurt of precum in response to the failure. The humiliation crashed over me like a tidal wave, my heart racing with that twisted thrill, and I begged immediately, my words spilling out in a frenzy of need, "Please, Master, punish me—treat me like the disgusting, fat slob I am, whip my worthless ass harder, make me lick up my own mess, anything to show me how pathetic I am, how much I deserve this pain!"

Alexander's eyes darkened with sadistic delight, his grin twisting into something predatory as he grabbed me by the chain around my neck, yanking me up just enough to make my knees scrape the carpet, my massive gut heaving with the effort. "You stupid, fat fucking pig—you couldn't even follow a simple order," he snarled, his voice a thunderous growl that reverberated through my core, making my untouched cock twitch in agony. Without a moment's hesitation, he hauled me over to the corner of the room where a low, filthy mat lay—covered in the remnants of our earlier fluids, a stinking puddle of precum, piss, and cum that reeked of degradation—and shoved my face down into it, the warm, acrid mess smearing across my lips and nose as he pressed my head into the slop. "Lick it up, you worthless cum-guzzling whore," he commanded, his boot grinding into my back, forcing my flabby body to arch painfully, my ass raised high in the air, exposed and raw from the dildo's absence. I obeyed eagerly, my tongue lapping at the sticky mixture, the salty, bitter taste of his cum and piss flooding my mouth, mingling with my own sweat and saliva as I slurped it up like the disgusting animal I was, my micropenis dribbling more onto the mat beneath me. The degradation was intoxicating, every degrading act amplifying the throbbing ache in my balls, and as I sucked up the filth, I felt his hand come down hard on my exposed ass, the first slap landing with a resounding crack that sent shockwaves of pain radiating through my welted cheeks, making my hole clench futilely around nothing. "That's right, you stinking fat fuck, eat your own mess while I beat your flabby ass—feel how much you love this, you pathetic piece of shit," he taunted, delivering another blow, his palm striking the same spot with brutal force, the impact rippling through my rolls of fat, leaving a fresh red mark that burned like fire.

He didn't stop there, his punishment escalating with each strike, his hand raining down in a relentless barrage, alternating between my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs, each slap harder than the last, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the walls amid my muffled grunts and squeals. My ass was on fire, the new welts overlapping the old ones from the crop, the skin swelling and throbbing under his assault, and I could feel the heat spreading deep into my muscles, mixing with the emptiness of my stretched hole that craved to be filled again. "Beg for more, you disgusting pig—tell me how much you want this pain, how it makes your tiny dick leak like the worthless cunt it is," he growled, pausing only to grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head up, forcing me to look at him with my face smeared in the filthy concoction, strings of it dripping from my chin. I gasped, my breath coming in ragged, desperate pants, "Yes, Master, oh God, hurt me more—I love it, I need it, beat my fat, useless body until it's black and blue, make me your filthy, leaking toy, please, slap my balls too, treat me like the stinking slob who craves every bit of your abuse!" The words poured out of me, raw and unfiltered, my voice breaking into a high-pitched whine as he shifted his focus, his hand coming down sharply on my exposed balls, the slap sending a jolt of excruciating pain through my sack that made me howl and buck, my micropenis jerking wildly in the air. The agony was exquisite, a burning throb that spread from my groin outward, making my entire body convulse, and I felt myself sinking deeper into that blissful haze of submission, every strike affirming my place as his degraded plaything.

As the punishment continued, Alexander's sadism reached new heights, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he flipped me onto my back again, the chains pulling taut around my wrists, leaving me spread and vulnerable on the filthy mat. "You're gonna take this like the fat, pathetic whore you are," he sneered, positioning himself between my legs and grabbing the dildo from the floor, its surface now slick with the mess I'd been licking up, and without warning, he rammed it back into my ass with a single, brutal thrust, the ridges catching on my rim and stretching me wider than before. I screamed, the sudden fullness splitting me open, the toy's massive girth pounding against my prostate with every forceful shove as he fucked me with it, his arm moving in a relentless rhythm that made wet, squelching sounds fill the room. "Feel that, you leaking cunt? Your hole's so loose and sloppy, sucking this thing in like it was made for you," he taunted, his other hand wrapping around my micropenis once more, stroking it roughly now, no longer the light tease but a punishing grip that squeezed and tugged, the friction burning my oversensitive skin. Precum oozed out in thick streams, coating his fingers as he edged me harder, his thumb pressing into the slit at the tip, making me whimper and thrash against the chains, the dual assault on my body pushing me to the brink of shattering. The pain in my ass blended with the agony in my cock, every thrust of the dildo sending shockwaves through me, my balls drawing up tight as I begged incoherently, "More, Master, punish my filthy body, make me cum from the pain alone if you want, I'm your disgusting pig, your stinking fucktoy—break me completely!"

The intensity built to a fever pitch, Alexander's movements growing more savage, his free hand slapping my tits in time with the dildo's thrusts, the impacts making my flabby flesh jiggle and redden, each one drawing out guttural moans from deep in my throat. "You're nothing but a fat, cum-soaked mess, aren't you? A worthless hole for me to ruin," he growled, leaning down to spit on my face again, the warm glob landing on my lips as he drove the dildo deeper, twisting it to hit new angles inside me, the ridges dragging against my walls with a burning stretch that had me seeing stars. My body was a symphony of sensation—sweat pouring down my folds, the acrid scent of our fluids filling my nostrils, the chains biting into my skin as I writhed beneath him, my micropenis pulsing in his grip, leaking so much it formed a puddle on my gut. Emotionally, I was drowning in the degradation, every ounce of pain and humiliation feeding my masochistic soul, making me crave more of his cruelty, my voice a broken plea for him to push me further into the abyss. He obliged, his strokes on my cock growing erratic, edging me with expert precision, the denied release coiling tighter, turning my world into a blur of exquisite torment that left me sobbing and begging for the punishment that defined my existence.

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