The Bear and the piggy

by Kyle Falls

6 May 2019 3338 readers Score 8.7 (41 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


“Fuck you!”, shouted Ashton as he walked closer to my Blue Ford Pick-up.

“I understand you are upset with me.”, I started at him.

“Bullshit! You don’t understand. This is a punishment that’s what this is!” Ashton’s face was red.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I don’t have any other choice.” I tried to speak to him. Ashton quickly grabbed his last bag from the stairs of his father’s two-story stone house and gave him a quick hug. Ashton walked toward my truck in a rage and threw his bag in the back.

“Let’s just go. Don’t act like you care Steve. YOU ARENT EVEN MY REAL DAD!” Ashton slammed my pickup door shut. I could tell he was pissed and decided not to speak to him again to give him some space. I walked back up to the steps of his father’s house and spoke to the sad man looking at me.

“He’s going to be okay Rick, I promise.” I said, looking at the abnormally tall older gentleman in front of me.

“Ashton’s a tough kid to get to know but he needs this. I need this Steve.” Rick’s eyes began to water.

“Alanna would have loved to see you moving on Rick. I know she would’ve.” I said trying to comfort the nearly broken man in front of me.

“Alanna would have loved to see a lot of things. Me breaking down is not one of them. Take care of my son Steve. I’m sure he’s broken too.” Rick waved me on and we both shook hands before I departed with my angry passenger.

I turned the key in the ignition and my truck started right up. I looked at my displeased passenger, his head was down, earplugs jammed in his ears, his eyes looking at the bright screen illuminating his pale face. I put the truck in drive and we started our journey to the rehab center.

Part 1: The long road…

“Want to get something to eat?” I asked Ashton as we continued the long drive down a barren dusty highway.

“No thanks.”  He said very displeased.

“We can get some tacos. I know you used to love tacos.” I began and then Ashton quickly put his phone down and started at me again.

“Look old man, we don’t have to do this. You and I were never really close before and its not going to happen now. You were married to my mother for what, 2 years? You have always been a step parent and even then, you cheated on her with men. I was 12 back then and you had no idea how to parent. You just used my mom like a gay beard. Now for fuck sake, leave me alone and just drive me to that stupid rehab center.” Ashton quickly turned his attention back to his phone and continued to ignore me.

What Ashton said was true. I was married to his mother for 2 years. Did I know I was gay back then? Yes and no. I was still trying to figure all that out. I was 40 when we married, and I’d never been with a woman till her. I did love his mother with all my heart, but I loved men more. She never hated me for my choices, I think she knew all along, but she never got the chance to tell me.

Ashton never liked me as a kid. I tried many times to bond with him, but he always kept himself away from me. One night I caught him trying to steal money from my wallet. I tried to talk to him about it, but he always ignored me. Even now he does that.

6 years later and my ex-wife is dead. Her son is/was an addict. His birth father is dead. His new step-dad is taking the loss of his wife’s untimely death hard. He wants to help Ashton, but he must help himself first. Ashton overdosed the night of his mother’s death and he’s been taking drugs since then.

My ex-wife died 4 months ago. It was a fatal car crash. The passenger was texting and driving. Both partied were killed head on. It’s even sad thinking about it. The funeral was nice, quiet, but nice. Rick tried to pull everything together, I helped because I knew he was struggling. Rick and I became friends during the ceremony and since then we’ve been there for each other.

Rick knows all my dirty secrets, I have so many. I also know all his too. He told me about the struggles with his son and that its been hard staying strong for the both of them. He asked me to drive Ashton to a rehab center 500 miles away from home, so both he and his son could get away from it all. I thought it was a good idea at the time. Rick was going to stay at the house and begin to find closure with selling Alanna’s things. The Ashton I knew was small, fragile, and sneaky.

Ashton today is different. Ashton is small like his mother, his figure is frail, lanky than what I remember, his eyes look red, either from tears or drugs, and his hair is long and black, and it covers his face. The kids used to call it emo hair back in the day. His lip is pierced, and he wears black eyeliner under his eyes. Everything makes him look pale and on the verge of death.

As for me I used to be husky and muscular, but time was not kind to me. Also, I ate so much in the past 6 years that I couldn’t stop. I’m a chub and I’m okay with that. For a 46-year-old, single gay man, I don’t pay much attention to my looks. I have a beer belly; my hair is full but it’s graying. I have scruff, but I don’t like to grow beards. I also never shave anymore so I’m sure I look like a gorilla these days. Being 46, gay, and a chubby bear is not easy these days. I’m finding it harder and harder to find someone who loves me for me and not my money.

Speaking of money, I’m wealthy. I don’t own no fortune 500 company but I’m doing pretty good for myself. I own my own farm and I am one of the leading suppliers in the meat market. Alanna was my business partner for the longest time before we married. She knew how to run the company. Now that she’s gone, I’m clueless about what to do, but I’m looking for someone to help.

“I’m hungry.” Ashton spoke from the corner of his mouth.

“Really?” I asked looking at him in shock. He had been quiet for damn near 5 hours.

“Yeah fat ass. I’m hungry. And from the sounds of your fat stomach I’m sure you are too.” Ashton said as he rolled his eyes.

His words were hurtful, and I tried not to let them affect me. I knew he was hurting, but did he have to be such an ass to me? I pulled over at a nearby gas station and we both exited the pickup.

“We can get something here.” I said, knowing I was in fact hungry.

“Whatever. Just make sure you feed your fat ass because if I have to listen to your stomach growl the whole time, I’m going to puke.” Ashton quickly exited the truck and slammed the door once again.

Again, his words were hurtful. Ashton was suffering, and I could tell, but his actions right now sucked. I walked inside the gas station contemplating what I should say next. I knew if I tried to be sincere, he would just retaliate with more hurtful words. I could try to be aggressive, but my words are not as sharp as his. I was at a loss for what to do.

As I neared the checkout counter, with my orange soda in tow, a thought occurred to me. When I’m at the farm and a pig is being disobedient what do I do? I rope them up. That’s what I do. I’m a farmer and I don’t take shit from no animals and this little jerk was being an animal. In fact, he was acting like a little disobedient piggy. I quickly dropped my orange soda on the ground and headed back out towards my truck.

 As I approached the truck I could see Ashton across the way. He was doing nothing but calling someone on his phone. He looked happy laughing at the conversation he was having. For a second, I looked at him and wondered if this was something I could do to him. He was 18 after all and he was being a pain in the ass. Teaching him a lesson seemed like the right thing to do. But at the same time, he’s been through so much and I’m sure this is his way to deal with it. My idea of roping him up faded away and I decided to hop back into the driver side of my truck.


“I’m going to the bathroom before we go. I also need some money for some snacks. Knowing you, you might need some too. “Ashton scoffed as I handed him a 10-dollar bill.

“Don’t take too long, we need to get back on the road, I think a storm is coming from behind us.” I warned him as I noticed the graying sky from behind us.

“I bet that’s how you like things coming at you.” He scoffed again as he headed back inside the gas station.

I sat in my truck for 5 minutes and I could see him in the store buying tons of junk food. I decided to turn the ignition on, I needed to listen to my favorite country station. As I began flipping through the channels on my radio, I noticed Ashton’s cell phone laying in his seat. A blue light kept flickering at the top. I knew he had some notifications and I didn’t want to pry but I had to see who he was talking too. I wanted to know who was making him happy. Upon touching the screen, I was hit with numerous notifications. I did not like them.

1 hour passed and we were still on the road. Ashton was listening to his music again. I had my radio low and tried to hum to the music. Every time I finished humming, the words from the screen would pop into my head. “That pic made him look like a fat old faggot. Lol.”

I shook my head. I had to stay focused. Another message popped into my head, “He is a fat tub of lard like you said.” I could feel the anger inside me building. This was just Ashton’s way of venting. He was upset, and he was taking it out on me. That was fine. It was fine. “He’s so fat I bet he can’t see his own dick!”


“Fuck this!” I yelled as I made the truck come to a screeching halt.

“What the fuck Steve. You could have made me drop my phone!” Ashton yelled at me as he flipped his ugly dark hair out of his face. God, I hated that haircut.

“I’m so tired of listening to you bitch at me! I’ve been nothing but sweet to you on this whole trip and you have been a true terror. If you mouth off to me one more time I’m going to, I’m going to.”

“What Steve? Like your fat ass can do anything.”

With those words, I parked the truck on the side of the barren road and exited the truck. I reached the back and pulled out some of my rope. I walked up to Ashton’s door and yanked the damn thing opened.

“Get out of the fucking car pig!” I demanded.

“No way freak!”, Ashton tried to say, but I yanked him by his arm and tossed him down to the ground., “what the hell!”

I place my big foot on top of his chest and held him down. I grabbed the rope and began to tie his legs. Ashton tried to put up a fight, but his scrawny legs were no match for my bear like arms.

“Help me! Help me!” Ashton screamed. The terror in his screams were turning me on.

“Scream again boy and I’m going to shove my undies down your throat and gag you with them.” I warned him.

“Help me! Help me! I’m being kidnapped!” Ashton screamed again. I grabbed his arms and bound them up behind his back.

Before I knew it, I had my step son bound with his legs tied together and his wrists tied behind him. It was a sight to see. He made a cute little piggy. As I stared at my work I pulled down my blue jeans and took off my snake skin boots. I then grabbed my larger sized grey briefs and put them right up against Ashton’s nose.

“You smell that piggy? That’s what a real man smells like. That’s what this fatty with a belly smells like.” I said with a bit of a sinister tone. My hairy cock was now fully erect.

“What are you going to do with those?” He asked as his voice was now less loud. I could hear the fear and it was making me drip pre-cum.

“You are going to eat them piggy till you learn your lesson. I think I have a few piss stains on them too. They are pretty ripe, ripe enough for my little piggy.” Before he could protest, I shoved my briefs down his throat and grabbed some rope to hold them in place around his mouth. He began to gag from the smell and taste I’m sure he was getting. I smiled and tossed him in the back of my pickup. The rest of this ride was going to be nice and quiet.

by Kyle Falls

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