The glow of the lights, the sounds of laughter and clapping hands, the smells of food mixed with hay and live animals—that was life for Jacob. As a young man, he had been drawn to the circus, dreaming of one day becoming a kinker, a circus performer. Eventually, making it all the way to lecturer, emceeing before an audience. For that to happen, Jacob had to take a leap of faith and give up all he knew to try to make his way into their fold. As soon as he could, he decided to follow them, attempting to get a chance and go from being a trailer, not in the pay role, to an actual trouper once work opened up.
It wasn’t easy. Learning the lingo, finding small gigs in towns after every jump. Then, one day, it finally happened. The Equestrian Director, that’s the ringmaster, known as Red. Old Red must have grown tired of seeing Jacob wandering the front lot and decided to give him a chance.
“Hey!” Red shouted. “Come ‘er.” He was an older guy, likely in his 50s, with a waxed shiny face and always dressed in his flashy outfit when walking the grounds during a show. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a loud booming voice. Jacob, unsure, looked around to see if anyone else was close. “Yes, you!” Red waved for Jacob to come to him. “Do you wanna make a few sawbucks?” Jacob knew that meant thirty dollars and quickly nodded his head as he approached the director. “Good, follow me.”
Jacob figured that if he wanted to get in, he was going to have to do whatever Red asked and not bitch. Otherwise, his dreams would be over. Following closely, they passed Clown Alley, just outside the back of the big tent. Jacob knew to stay far from that crew. They might be jolly in the ring, but they were not so jolly out back if you got too close. Finally, they made it to the rows of Gilley Wagons, each used to transport animals, merchandise, props, and gear. There, a large, muscled man was standing near a wagon, laughing it up with some of the other guys.
“Tom,” Red called out. “Here, work him hard and take him to the Cook House when he finishes if he does a good job.”
“You got it, boss,” Tom answered as he sized Jacob up. Red left quickly, leaving Jacob standing and waiting for orders.
“Okay, kid,” Tom barked at Jacob, smacking him hard on his back shoulder blade. “Let’s go; we got some more work to do before Shuteye.” The men around began to chuckle lightly. Tom was obviously drunk but still had control of himself, so Jacob thought little of it.
Following a few steps behind Tom, Jacob enjoyed the view of Tom’s large, broad, muscled shoulders. He had no shirt on, and his denim jeans were tight. The circus lights danced across his muscles with each step. Jacob admired Tom’s flesh as it tapered in a V shape towards his thick, rounded ass.
They walked away from the rest of the area, just beyond the Gilley wagons, where they stored the liberty horses. These horses performed drills in the ring, often ridden by trainers and kinkers for the audience. Jacob could still hear the troupe and workers laughing in the distance as they approached the makeshift corral.
“What kind of work do we have to do out here?” Jacob asked, looking around at the piles of hay along the corral walls. The horses, mostly white, had long settled in at the far side and were not disturbed by their presence.
“Here,” Tom grunted as he grabbed Jacob by the shirt collar with one hand and his belt with the other. Tossed like a bag of grain, Jacob found himself flying over the corral pen wall. Jacob had landed pretty hard with a loud, sloshy splat, even though the thin layer of straw and muck had served as padding. “You’re gonna start moving that shit to the far-end pile,” Tom explained.
“We can’t do this tomorrow, when it’s light out?” Jacob asked, pulling himself up from the wet ground. It had been raining most of the day, so the corral was thick with mud and refreshed manure. The smell was thick and reeked of horse shit. Tom had made it over the railing quickly for a drunk man his size.
“No, we cannot.” Tom leaned into Jacob’s face. “You wanted to join the troupe; this is how you start.” Tom’s chest, bare, glistened. Recognizing the work ahead being dirty, Jacob peeled his shirt from his body and tossed it over the nearest rail.
“We can hardly see anything in this darkness,” Jacob complained. “Can we get a light or something over here to see at least what we are doing?”
“Oh, you can’t see, huh?” Tom’s sarcasm was easily detected. Before Jacob had a chance to argue, he found himself shoved forward onto his stomach to the ground with a splat. The ground was warm, a mixture of mud, straw, and manure. Jacob could even smell the slight hint of urine mixed with other smells. In a bit of shock from being shoved, Jacob lay still for a few seconds before attempting to lift himself. “How about now?” Jacob heard Tom call down to him from above.
“Okay, I got it.” Jacob pulled his arms in and started lifting himself from the muck.
“Nobody told you to get up.” Tom’s voice had shifted; his tone was more pointed now. Jacob halted his assent and waited briefly.
Jacob eventually responded, “Well, I can’t do anything from down here.”
“Yes, you can.” A new voice broke through, one that Jacob did not recognize. “Pretty lil’ guy like you, I bet you can do a lot from down there.” Jacob looked in the direction he heard the voice but could not make out any face, just a shadow in the darkness.
“He’s a good lad,” Tom piped up. “Let’s give him a turn and see if he has any talents.” Jacob’s ears perked at Tom’s emphasis on the word ‘talents’. “Get up,” Tom barked. Jacob obeyed, if anything, to discover the owner of the other voice. Jacob’s stomach was coated in mud and manure, going all the way down the front of his jeans. He briefly scanned each side to see if he could find the second voice in the night.
“There,” Tom reached out and grabbed Jacob by the shoulder. “You appear to have gotten a bit messed up.” A light laughter came from the night around them. Jacob alerted to the sounds and shifted his head back and forth, seeking any faces in the darkness. Tom’s hand drew back Jacob’s attention as Tom scraped the muddy manure from Jacob’s chest and flung it aside. “You need to learn that we all start at the bottom…in the muck…taking our knocks like men.”
Jacob dared not to say a word. He focused on Tom, looking down on him. He was a much larger man than Jacob, and while he might be able to outrun Tom, he wasn’t sure where to run to. Tom stepped back a couple of steps from Jacob, leaning against the corral. His large chest still shimmering in the moonlight. Jacob took the moment to look around for the faces that matched the laughter, but nothing.
“You should take those jeans off,” Tom calmly suggested. “You don’t want to smell like shit until you get to wash them.” Tom paused briefly, then continued, “Don’t worry, we all work nude when we do this. Why do you think we do it at night?”
Partly buying the bullshit but still unsure, Jacob decided to remove his pants. He wore no underwear. What was the point? Living on the road made it hard to find a laundry mat at times. He kicked off his boots quickly, tossed them to the rail near his shirt, and slipped out of his jeans, throwing them on the rail as well.
The feeling of the warm muck squeezing between his toes was a somewhat pleasurable sensation. He stood there in the humid night bare ass under the moon.
“My, my, you are a well-fed fella.” Tom complimented Jacob. “I bet you are as soft as a little piglet, aren’t you?” Again, laughter seeped out of the night from the sides of the corral.
“What?” Jacob asked, attempting to gain insight. Tom swaggered over to Jacob, running the back of his hand up Jacob’s stomach to his pectoral before gripping Jacob’s nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Agghhh!! That hurts!” Jacob attempted to pull away, but Tom’s grip was firm and tugged him back close to Tom’s chest.
“You squeal like a little piglet, too.” Tom shoved Jacob backward into the muck once again with a splat. Crouching down, Tom looked directly into Jacob’s face, “Time for you to wallow, little piglet.”
With a swing, Tom’s large hand plastered the side of Jacob’s face, knocking him over on his stomach into the muck. Jacob’s ear rang, and his face was lodged into the warm, wet earth. He could hear the light cheers of men echoing in the night. The mix of manure, damp earth, and straw now coated almost all of Jacob’s body.
Suddenly without warning, another slap, hard and stinging, came down on his bare ass cheek. It must have been Tom; the hand engulfed his entire right cheek. Jacob pulled himself quickly to his knees, a first-attempt effort to get away. Then, another slap across his ass, which set a fire to Jacob to run. Jacob lunged forward toward a corral rail, only to be met by a fresh hand in the darkness shoving him backward into the muck again.
“Now, come on, lil’ piglet,” Tom reached down and grabbed a handful of Jacob’s hair, pulling him up from the muck and dragging him back to the center. “You know what hard-workin’ men do to soft little piglets like you?” Jacob was now a bit fearful. Was Tom suggesting slaughter?
The chants of “Oh yeah” and “I do” came from the voices around him. Jacobs’s heart was pounding; he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Tom pulled him to his feet, facing him. Jacob suddenly noticed that Tom was nude and gasped at the size of his meat swinging in the air.
“Well,” Tom paused, “you better run, piglet.”
Quickly turning, Jacob attempted to run, his feet slipping in the fresh mixture of shit below, causing him to fall on all fours. Another slap across his bare ass reminded him to move, and Jacob started again for a rail. He was met by a new body that came from the darkness, also nude, coated in muck. Shifting gears, he slipped from the man’s hands and ran to another section, only to be met by another man coated in muck. Slipping yet another man’s grasp, he found himself acting out as an actual pig, on all fours, escaping the farmer’s grasp. Before long, it was clear after a few more rounds that Tom had about four large, brawny men in that corral, and Jacob had no escape.
“Got ya!” Tom had wrapped his strong arms around Jacob’s hips and pulled him into his pelvis tight. “Now, let’s hear this piglet squeal!”
Jacob could already feel Tom’s hard cock slipping against his ass; he had a good idea of what was coming. While men turned Jacob on, he never actually took a cock in the ass. Usually, he just let guys give him hand jobs and suck him off; this was entirely new to him.
“NO, no, no!” Jacob called out, attempting again to escape Tom’s gripping arms. Tom bucked his hips, thrusting Jacob forward into the muck, and then quickly pounced on his backside to hold him steady. Jacob, tiering out, continued to squirm and wiggle, hoping he could slip free. With each wiggle, more of the mud squeezed into new parts of his body. If not for the chase, Jacob thought he might otherwise have enjoyed the feeling of the textures seeping around his body.
“Hold still, piglet,” Tom panted into Jacob’s ear. Jacob could feel Tom’s hard cock slipping up and down his muck-coated ass crack. They were both coated in shit and mud, wrestling for the entertainment of strangers. Part of Jacob was still terrified; the other part aroused by the activity. The smells of a barnyard and the catcalls of horny men while Tom slipped his fat cock up and down Jacob’s crack were setting him on fire. Now, suddenly, he wanted to be the little piglet, and he wanted Tom to put him on a spit of cock, sharing his holes with other men.
Jacob’s bucks for freedom quickly became adjustments to place Tom’s cock on the tight entry of his asshole. Jacob knew it would hurt, but he wanted so badly to be pounded into the mud and manure of the corral. There was something about that warmth and textured muck encapsulating his flesh, combined with the forceful heavy hands on his body. Tom grasped Jacob by the hips, lifting his ass into the air. Tom then slapped a large goop of fresh muck from the earth on Jacob’s tender hole and planted his hard cock firmly against his asshole. Quickly and deeply, in a single thrust of pain and pleasure, Tom thrust his meat into Jacob.
Jacob’s cries were only muffled by the cheers and loud catcalls of the audience, each tossing instructions on how to hurt the piglet’s holes more. Jacob could feel the grittiness of the muck being shoved into his hole by Tom’s thick rod. Tom was enjoying the feeling of his meat sliding easily and snugly into Jacob’s virgin hole. Jacob’s guts felt full, and the pressure was building in his cavity as Tom continued compacting more muck and cock into him.
Jacob’s hands dug into the muck deeply, steadying himself and allowing him to take the heavy thrusts from Tom. He could feel it squeeze through his fingers, coat his arms and face as he was driven deeper into it. At this point, his mouth was full of muck, the gritty taste and strong tang he would never forget.
Tom pulled his muck-coated cock free of Jacob’s hole, then slammed it back in. Each time pumping Jacob with cock, air, and muck. Unable to manage the pressure between pull-outs, Jacob released the load from his ass back at Tom after one significant thrust. The muck and Jacob’s fresh shit spilled from his tender, torn hole. Tom laughed loudly at the sight of it.
“The piglet shit himself!” Tom called out to the laughter of the men and then resumed his position to force his cock again deep into Jacob. At this point, the sounds were grunts and moans. Calling down to Jacob, now forced into submission, “You think your shit is gonna sway me off breeding you, piglet?” Jacob’s ass was still in the air, and Tom had mounted him like a dog in the night fixated on breeding its new bitch.
The grunts and thrusts went on and on into the night, cheered on by the naked, muck-coated men in the darkness. After what seemed an endless time of pain and pleasure, Tom’s pace began to quicken, and he grabbed Jacob’s hair, pulling his head back. “Just a little fuckin’ pig, aren’t you, boy!” Tom panted.
Jacob managed a simple “Ugghh” as a response before Tom slammed his meat deep into Jacob and unloaded waves of cum into his ass. Jacob’s cock was rock hard. He hadn’t gotten off, but he was aching for an orgasm.
Tom pulled his meat free from Jacob’s shitty, torn hole. “Next!” Tom called into the night, reaching out to give a final slap across Jacob’s young worn ass.
One by one, each man took their turn on the piglet as he lay there, ass up, cock dripping with shit and pre-cum. Each man took their turn to breed Jacob with shit and seed. Jacob even got his wish to be a pig on a spit as some men forced their muck-coated cocks into his throat while waiting their turn.
These were real men, not shying from what came out of Jacob’s body, not shy about what they were putting into his body. For the rest of the night, Jacob would feel the pressures of cum and shit being compacted into his cavities and the ecstasy of releasing it all between each new breeding over and over.
Author: Vince Andrews
Artwork – Logan/Fetish Artist