This is the ninth post in the series that tells the story of a submissive fag who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

The van traveled for hours, and the fag was chained to the trunk the entire time. He groaned, yelled, and asked to open the door, as he was desperate to piss and shit, but he was not answered. When they finally opened the door, he smelled bad because he was shit and wet with piss.

He soon understood that they were indeed on a breeding farm. All the employees wore uniforms with orange overalls, gloves, and high white boots. They got the boy out of the van using steel bars with rope handles at the ends. This instrument is used to safely restrain agitated animals by tying and squeezing their necks, like gallows.

Restrained by the devices, his neck tightened almost to suffocation; the Pig climbed out of the van with his wrists still chained behind his back and ankle chains limiting his steps.

While an employee held him by the neck, another removed his dirty clothes, cut them into pieces, threw the scraps in the trash, and washed him with an ice-cold shower.

Still being led by the neck, naked and chained, he was taken to a large, smelly, stuffy shed, the industrial pigsty.

He had a hard cock, and he was very excited and surprised at how naturally all the workers there saw him being treated like one of the pigs. That situation was an old dream of his, but he still didn't believe he was living it!

Then, when they reached one of the stalls in the pigsty, he was chained and placed on all fours among other pigs. He was surprised, shocked, and scared but as happy as he never was!

This is the eighth post in the series that tells the story of a submissive fag who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

The directors told the slut fag that he would be fired from the accounting firm to work at the pig breeding company.

The Pig didn't even question their suggestion; he was heavily in debt and had no alternatives. Soon he would be evicted from where he lived, and he could no longer continue working at the company.

A new job, with housing included, even with a low salary, could be a way to regain some money.

The directors oriented Pig to sell what little he still had, to take only clothes, documents, and personal things. They informed him of the corner near his house, where the breeding company van would pick him up.

He thought he would get a ride to his new job.

He was excited. He loved the idea of ​​working in the countryside, close to real pigs, in a breeding industry, where he could soon find many new colleagues to abuse him.

When the van arrived, the employee opened the trunk, chained Pig's hands behind his back and ankles, closed the door, and left. The fag guy obeyed without question, as he usually did. They didn't say anything to him; they treated him like luggage, like something to be transported.

They left everything the Pig had of his right there on the sidewalk. They took only him, chained, not knowing where.

This is the seventh post in the series that tells the story of a submissive fag who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

More than once, the boys took the Pig to beat and rape him on weekends. More than once, they tied him naked to some pole covered in spit, cum, and blood.

He was arrested for walking or being tied up naked in the streets without money or documents. Soon he would have nowhere to live; he was about to be evicted for not being able to pay the rent anymore.

The company's board decided to discuss his situation. He had no family, no prospects or future. Soon it would be a problem for everyone, the company, and colleagues.

They called Pig to the boardroom and asked him what he wanted them to do. He, crestfallen, spoke quietly and quietly.

"Please help me turn into a pig. That's all I ask."

One of the directors got up, walked over to the man, and opened his shirt, showing everyone his scars and bruises.

"This madman isn't kidding; that's what he wants. This crazy pig should get out of here; if he wants to be a sow, let's send it to the pig farmer! We have several animal breeding companies among our customers; let's see if we can send this slut, crazy person to one of them."

One of the accounting firm's client companies was a prominent pig farmer. It only took a few phone calls to convince the customer to have another pig on the farm.

 

This is the sixth post in the series that tells the story of a submissive fag who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

    

All the men in the office felt free to abuse the Pig, and he attended to everyone without measuring efforts or consequences. 

Accountants had some frantic days, with the closure and delivery of extensive accounting reports on short notice, with little time and a lot of responsibility.

On those days, several colleagues asked Pig to give blowjobs during working hours, right there, in the working position, in front of everyone else.

The Pig, dutifully and helpfully, knelt and put his colleague's dick in his mouth without question. Even during work meetings, with colleagues talking on the cell phone with customers or family, the Pig would make them come and swallow everything without dropping a single drop.

From cleaning to kitchen staff, the younger and simpler office assistants and employees also had their orders obeyed. In the hallways, in the pantry, in the garage, anywhere a worker ordered the Pig to get on all fours and suck anyone's dick, anytime.

On the first weekend, right after payday, the boys ordered Pig to give them his wallet with all his cards, documents, and money, and he obeyed. Then they took him to a more industrial area on the other side of town. In a deserted and sinister street, they all got blowjobs while kicking and beating the slut fag mercilessly.

After all the boys fucked and beat him up, they pissed on the dutiful fag and just walked away.

The fag had to walk alone, bruised and dirty with cum and piss, to his house because he didn't have the money to take a bus.

He did not complain or tell anyone at the company what happened and just continued to act like everyone's bitch.

That month the Pig didn't have the money to pay any of his bills.

This is the fifth post in the series that tells the story of a submissive fag who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

 Another form of humiliation and use of the collective Pig was blowjobs. The low partitions that separated the workstations from the corporate environment allowed that even during work, without attracting much attention, the Pig could be placed on his knees sucking his colleagues' dicks. In this role, the men felt extraordinary vanity in shoving their cocks so deep into the fag's throat that he choked and suffocated.

However, for cleaning the office carpet, it was critical that he swallowed all the cum without spilling a single drop. Even if the dirt on the floor was promptly cleaned with the tongue and swallowed by the Pig for choking or spilling, he was brutally punished.

The first punishments were slaps on the face, pinching of the nipples, and pulling the ears as if punishing poorly behaved children. However, when the leather belt came into use, and Pig's back got red, purple, and blue marks, the office colleagues had new fun.

The Pig took the beatings without any objection. He tried to keep quiet, but when the blows were too painful, he would moan and cry softly, which added to the audience's delight.

His ability to withstand the beatings and pain only worsened his brutality and cruelty. At the end of the day or during coffee breaks, it was common for someone to appear with a belt, whip, or hose to injure the Pig's body, demonstrating his skill in using the instrument of punishment.

No team member felt any empathy, pity, or embarrassment in humiliating and beating up the disgusting fucking faggot.

This is the fourth post in the series that tells the story of a fag who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

The Pig's resigned and submissive behavior allowed all his colleagues to give the most absurd orders. When someone felt thirsty, they would send him to fetch water, and he obeyed. He cleaned up when someone spilled something he was ordered to clean up.

When someone asked if they were abusing the submissive fag. A more debauched colleague laughed and ordered him to kneel at his feet.

When the Pig was kneeling, the colleague simply opened his shirt, his belt, and the zipper of his pants, pulling his cock out.

Colleagues who watched the scene were astonished and embarrassed by the fag's nudity. Then the colleague began cruelly crushing and twisting Pig's nipples, causing him to groan in pain but immediately become aroused!

Everyone laughed, realizing that this kind of submissive fag loves to be humiliated and suffer pain!

Thus, gradually each colleague learned to be more sadistic and cruel to the slut faggot.

They felt empowered and got used to punching him, slapping him, pinching his nipples and dick, and pulling his hair and ears like he was a naughty child or a complete idiot!

The submissive fag endured all violence and humiliation without ever protesting or contesting. Before long, his nudity was no longer shocking, surprising, or bothersome to anyone.

On the contrary, they got used to laughing at his fat and hairy body.

Often, colleagues who stayed over working hours in the office ordered their slave to stay with them, available, on all fours and naked, to be used and punished as and when they wanted.

So it surprised no one when one of the clerks brought a heavy braided leather whip into the office.

This is the third post in the series that tells the story of a guy who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

Every day, little by little, each co-worker felt authorized and even invited to humiliate and abuse the Pig. He obeyed all orders without question, offering himself to the cruelest humiliations. 

His manager, who considered him a complete asshole, decided to take the lead in the humiliations.

He explained to the subordinate: since you are now the department slut pig, from now on, you will only eat dog food straight from this bowl, and you will only drink the piss of your colleagues. 

The servant obeyed on all fours and ate the ration without question.

The manager amused himself by stepping on the back of the fag's head and burying his face in the pissed ration. The employee swallowed and chewed the food with difficulty, choking and smearing himself without attempting to resist or complaining.

After making his subordinate eat the ration, he ordered him to hand over his company meal card.

In the next department meeting, the manager proposed to the other employees that, as the fag would start to eat the pissed ration every day in the office, his meal voucher would pay for everyone else's lunch.

All employees went out every day at lunchtime, walking and talking animatedly to one of the neighborhood restaurants. The manager established that the faggot would follow the group, barefoot and shirtless, with his hands behind his back and silent. The rule stated that the awful queer would follow the group about three paces behind so as not to be mistaken for one of them. He had to spend the entire lunch hour with an old pencil between his teeth to ensure he didn't say anything and remain quiet.

While the employees ate lunch, the Pig waited quietly and stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, like a beggar or homeless person.

On returning from lunch, everyone went to the bathroom and pissed in an old jug. This jar was poured into the feed, and the Pig ate its lunch in front of everyone.