The Bear and the piggy

Call me Mr.S!

“Mmm, mmm” Ashton mumbled as I continued to drive the truck down the cloudy darkening highway.

“Can’t hear ya piggy!” I said with jest. My cock was still hard from listening to his mumbles in the back of my pick-up.

I haven’t worn jeans without undies for a long time. I feel so exposed driving with my cock hitting my thigh. I have never had this rush of adrenaline either. Something about listening to Ashton’s body sway all over the back was making my hairy cock ooze.

Speaking of my hairy cock, it was making a mess inside my jeans. My head was pretty thick, the liquid slowly coming from the slit. My cock was veiny and ready to explode. I didn’t want to blow my load just yet. I felt I was just getting started.

“MMMMMM!” I heard him mumble again. I bet the taste from my undies was making him sick. I had to chuckle thinking about it.

I looked at the dashboard to check on the time. It was only 6pm. I saw a sign for a nearby motel only 3 miles away. I figured that would be a good place to stop for the night. The sky was getting darker by the minute. I decided to pull the truck over and let my little piggy taste some fresh air for a minute. I was far from done with him.

“Now you listen good piggy, if you make another smart ass remark I will gag you with something more than my pissy undies. You got me?” I asked with a serious tone.

“Mmmm.” He said as he moved his head up and down in agreement.

My little pig looked different than before. His eyes were less red, and he had a new look about him. He looked like a scared little boy. A scared little pig. I removed his binds from his arms and his legs, he stretched in relief. Next, I undid the rope-work from his mouth and pulled out my now slobbered on grey briefs. I stuffed them back into my pocket.

“Ugh.”  Ashton said in a soft voice. He must’ve hated the taste of my piss.

“Get in the truck pig!” I demanded, and my pig did as he was told.

Ashton slowly moved up to the passenger seat and I quickly shut the door to my truck. I could see the clouds building up from behind me. That storm was going to be a brutal one.

“I’m sorry.” Ashton whispered from the corner of his mouth.

“What did you say pig?” I asked, clearly knowing what he said.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, his eyes looking down at his rope marks around his wrists.

“Look pig, you could have avoided this whole thing, but you pissed me off. No more fat jokes and no more disrespecting me. You understand?” I asked with a firm voice.

“Yes.” He answered back softly.

“Now we are almost at the motel. It’s just a few minutes up the road. When we get there, you are to go straight to the room. I need to go get gas and some food.”

“Did you eat all the snacks already?” he asked again, still soft spoken.

“I sure did. I eat when I get angry. Make sure you go straight to the room. And for fucks sake take out those damn face piercings, they make you look like an idiot.”

My piggy did what he was told. Ashton did not say anything back to me either. He complied with his instructions and removed his facial piercings. He looked much better without them.

“Why do you keep calling me a piggy?” Ashton asked as he finally gazed upon me.

“Because pig, you acted like a complete asshole and were very disobedient. I have animals on my farm that act like that and most of them are pigs. Since you are still a young man who acts like a little boy, you are a piggy. You are my little piggy till I get you to that rehab center.”

“That’s stupid.” He said and without warning I grabbed the back of his ugly long black hair and pulled his face close to mine.

“You listen here you little shit, you ever speak to me like that again I will wipe that smirky look far off your fuckin face, you will wish you had O D’d a long time ago!”

I tossed the little pig back into his seat and he quickly cowered in the corner of the seat. I knew I was being harsh on him, but he needed this. As we approached the dank motel, I could see Ashton’s eyes water. Maybe I had gone too far.

After the check in, I went to the nearby market and filled up again on gas, I finally made my way to the motel room. The place was called the Swamp Inn and by the looks of the room it was. The air was muggy, the bed looked worn in, and the shower looked like it was patched up with duct tape. Ashton had done what he was instructed too and sat on the left side of the king bed watching whatever t.v. station he could find.

“I bought use some subs for dinner. I got the ham one. Come get some food.” I directed as I threw the meal bag on the bed.

“If I say no are you going to grab me like that again?” Ashton asked as he looked at me with disgust.

“No, I’m sorry about that. I took it too far.” I had to look down. I was ashamed.

“Do you wish I was dead? I know my other dad does.” Ashton said as he turned the t.v. up louder.

“No I don’t. Also, your dad is going through a lot too. He needed a break and so did you.” I stated as I sat down on the bed and began to eat my sub sandwich.

“I’m an asshole and I know it. I didn’t mean to be that hateful to you. I have a temper. Drugs can do that to you. I just don’t why you keep calling me piggy. I don’t like it.” Ashton proclaimed as he moved towards his sandwich.

“Because you act like one Ashton. You are a piggy. You only care about yourself and you have no remorse for others. You chose to get hooked on drugs and you chose not to seek treatment. You sent your dad into a downward spiral and he was on the verge of losing himself. You are selfish and need to learn some manners.”

“Whatever.” He replied as he began to eat his sub. Ashton kept darting his eyes around me, hoping to see if I would take my gaze off of him. I never dropped eye contact with him.

Moments later I began to remove my boots, socks, and my plaid button up shirt. I could feel Ashton’s gaze of disgust as I let my hairy belly be exposed to the damp air. In the distance I saw a flash of light from the dreary window. The storm was coming.

“I’m going to bed Steve. Can you turn off the light?” Ashton asked politely.

“It’s Mr.S.” I said as I lay on the bed with my arms behind my head.

“Excuse me?” Ashton asked again.

“From now on you are to call me Mr. S. Do not call me Steve anymore piggy.” I said as I looked him directly in the eye. He knew I was serious.

“Fine, Mr. S. Now can you please turn off the light, I’m ready for bed.” He asked again with annoyance.

“Not yet, you need to take off your clothes. They are dirty from my truck and I don’t want you sleeping in this already dirty bed making it worse.” I said with a smirk.

“No fucking way! You just want to see me naked is all.” Ashton started up, but I quickly pounced on top of him and pinned him down to the mattress.

“If I wanted to strip you down to your bare body I could do it in a flash and you would be powerless to stop me. If I wanted to pull that little weenie out of your pants and stroke that cock I could do so at any time. If I wanted to turn you over and spread your cheeks and eat your little shit hole I could do so at any time. Now learn some fucking manners and take off your fucking dirty clothes!” I commanded. I was pissed off again.

Ashton froze in horror. He was not used to being talked to or held down that way. He must’ve been raised like all these other millennials. Everyone gets a trophy, everyone is a winner, everyone has feelings. That shit annoys me the most.

Ashton stood up from the bed and my eyes did not divert from him. He removed his dirty hoodie to reveal a black t-shirt with some kind of anime character on it. Next, he undid his saggy pants and revealed some plaid boxers. He rushed to get back into the covers, but I did not let him in.

“Take off your shirt piggy?” I asked nicely.

“Please, I don’t want to.” Ashton pleaded with a frail voice. His body language spoke of fear.

“Fine, but you better start obeying me piggy.” Ashton nodded with the words.

Sounds of thunder came from the window. The air was violent as it thrashed against our motel door. The room was lit only by my table lamp. Ashton was finally sound asleep.

As we both lay in the dimly lit room a thought occurred to me. Why was Ashton so afraid to remove his shirt? Did he forget to shave or something? My interest in the subject had me bothered. I had to know why he was so afraid to remove his shirt.

I slowly reached over to the still body laying away from me. His body was warm, the heat could be felt an inch away from his body. I slowly moved the covers down to the rim of his boxers. I didn’t want to peek down there at the moment. I slowly moved his black shirt up.

His back revealed a smoothness. He was only 18 after all. No hair on his lower back. His frame was small and his skin pale as snow. The further I moved the shirt up, the less excited I got. He was as skinny as a twig. I did finally stop and notice a strange mark in between his shoulder blades. Right smack in the middle of his upper back was a brand. Ashton was branded!

Morning came, and I was wakened by the storm.

“Damn, I was sure that storm was going to pass.” I said to myself as I noticed Ashton was still asleep.

I couldn’t help but think about the brand that I found on his back. The mark was the letter “X”. It was a simple brand and it looked exactly like one I would have given one of my cows. I felt bad for the little piggy.

I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. I pulled opened my fly and let the yellow liquid leave my body. My piss sounded like a running waterfall. I’m sure it was far louder than the storm outside of the room.

“Morning Mr. S.” said a faint voice behind me.

I turned around and saw Ashton slowly getting out of bed. I think my pissing must’ve woken him up. I shook my hairy cock a couple of times and put it back into my pants. A quick zip and I was back in main room again.

“Sleep good?” I asked trying to make sure he didn’t notice anything about last night.

“I did actually. I slept pretty damn good. It was nice not to sleep alone.” Ashton said as he smiled.

“Well good. The storm hasn’t passed yet, so I’m thinking of staying one more night if you are up to it? I hear there are some small-town historical sites we have to look at.”  I asked jokingly.

“That would be fine. I really don’t want to travel in this kind of weather anyway.” Ashton replied as he walked towards the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked as my tone went from playful to serious.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Is that a problem?” He asked confusingly.

“Not really a problem but I’m not letting you go by yourself.”

“What? Why not?” he asked with a frustrating look on his face.

“As my piggy you have to learn to do things my way. I control you from here on out.” I said as I moved slowly towards him.

“Listen Steve this is not 50 shades of Grey and I’m not going to be your piggy anymore. I’m done with all the shit. It was fun while it lasted, but I apologized, and we need to move on.” Ashton said as he tried to close the bathroom door. I was not having it.

“Whaa..” Ashton mustered as I busted in the bathroom. He was surprised yet again.

“Now I don’t mind the sass coming from you but maybe I didn’t make myself clear,” I grabbed him from behind his back and moved him to the toilet, “You are my piggy and I am going to do what I want to my piggy. My piggy is a disobedient little shit who needs to be reminded of his actions. You will do what I say when I say it. No more being nice about it. You will refer to me as Mr. S and you will do everything I say!”

“You’re hurting me.” He began to whimper.

“This is not hurting. This is me taking control of the situation. You don’t get to be a little ass hat and think a simple apology will do. You need to learn manners little piggy. You need to learn respect.” I began to open the fly of his boxers.

“No, Stop!” He tried to protest but his weenie was fully exposed to the damp air.

“Now piss!” I ordered.

Ashton closed his eyes and did not fight any longer. Soon I could feel the vibration coming from his weenie. He was pissing a golden fountain into the toilet. I looked down to watch the show and noticed how impressive his boy weenie looked. He was longer than me, but it was not as thick. He had a little curve to the right, but it looked mighty impressive to me. I could see some pubic hair from the slit in his boxers and I did my best not too think about what else he might look like down there.

Ashton did not resist. He emptied his entire golden contents into the toilet and let out a sigh of relief. I shook his weenie 3 times and noticed he started to chub up a bit. Did he like this?

I removed that thought form my mind and tucked his weenie back into his underwear. Ashton turned around to me and looked down at the ground. He was embarrassed.

“That was quite a lot of piss for a piggy. Next time you need to go let me know. I don’t want you to wreck your bladder.” I ushered Ashton out of the bathroom, not giving him a chance to reply or think about what happened.

“What do we do now Mr. S?” Ashton asked as he slowly put on his saggy jeans.

“Well first we are going to drive into town and see what they have to offer. Then I’m going to get some food. Also, I need to find a barber.” I said as I finished getting dressed.

“Are you going to get a haircut?” Ashton asked as we both headed towards the door.

“No silly, it’s for you.”

Ashton froze in horror. He knew not to protest. My piggy needed a new look. My piggy walked out the door and walked directly into the truck. My piggy was stubborn, but he was going to learn, oh he was going to learn.