For us it was pure fun and pleasure. However, over time we realized that the slut also liked his chores!

About ten years ago, the owner of the farm brought this guy, no one knows from where, and handed him over to the employees who took care of the pigsty, saying: - Put this disgusting pig among the others, don't do anything different with this fag than you do with the other animals, understood? He will be just another pig of creation.

My chief and all his staff loved the order; they did what the boss ordered with joy, brutality, and cruelty. They tore off the boy's clothes, washed him with disinfectants, tied his wrists and ankles, and placed him in the sty among the other breeding sows.

The boy accepted his fate and all violence without any resistance or complaint. He looked stupid and dumb to us because since he arrived at the farm, he never said a word, just moaned and cried when he was beaten. He resigned himself to being a pig. He always walked on all fours, naked in the dirt of the pigsty, eating what the pigs ate, wallowing and sleeping among the herd of pigs.

However, he was not always treated like the other animals in the pigsty; his treatment was much worse.

The pigs and piglets that quickly went to slaughter did not have nicknames, just numbers, but all breeding sows had names - Flower, Sweet, Charming, Fearful, Smiling. Our unusual pig was called "Bitch".

His sweet acceptance and submission gradually awakened sadism, perversions, and cruelties among caregivers. He was regularly beaten, tortured, abused, and raped by several employees. We taught him how to make blowjobs for all of us and how to drink all the urine we made in his mouth. Before raping him, we brutally washed his anus with water hoses and brushes.

Employees wore the same electric cattle prod on him as on pigs, but the effect was much less painful on thick pigs' leather. We used electric cattle prod to torture its most sensitive parts, his penis and nipples.

Years passed, and it seemed the company owner had forgotten his “special pig.” Only in the first few weeks did he enter the pigsty to see the boy wallowing among the pigs. Before long, he lost interest and didn't talk or ask any more about the subject.

The employees were shocked when they saw giant pigs fucking the fag boy as if he were one of the pigs. The astonishment was even more remarkable when they saw that the boy didn't even try to escape being fucked, and still got a hard-on when he was fucked violently and enthusiastically by giant, dirty pigs. The pleasure of being a pig, the lust of the perverted animal, aroused the revolt, cruelty, and sadism of the keepers, who began to beat, torture, and sexually abuse the filthy animal.

They started tying up his dick so that his erections would hurt and prevent him from cumming.

The most shocking thing is that even at these times, the pig seemed to enjoy everything he suffered, so when the pig got a hard penis, the employees used the electric prod on his dick to stop him from cumming.

The fagot was very happy to be humiliated and beaten. 

One day, a company lawyer told the manager - the fagot was a nephew of the company owner, who the whole family disowned when they realized the faggot nature. His uncle threatened him, saying that they would rather see him as a slutty pig than as the faggot in the world. The boy answered he would rather be a pig in the family pigsty than belong to that family; he spoke with horny that he would love to be the most despised, mistreated, raped, disgusting, and dirty pig in the family sty.

It was the solution to his and his entire family's problems.

It spent his whole life happy where it wanted to be.