This is the sixteenth and final chapter of the series that tells the story of a submissive queer who wanted to be reduced to Pig.

Annually, the pig breeding and slaughtering company held many parties with year-end barbecues for suppliers and partners. Some with families and many guests, others more reserved.

The cruelest and sadistic employees of the company, those who took the most pleasure and fun in torturing and humiliating the Pig, knew the employees of the accounting firm who arranged to send the masochistic faggot there. Some former co-workers received news and photos of him being tortured, raped, amputated, and turned into a pig. Thus, through WhatsApp groups, they organized this little barbecue party reserved for those willing to participate in the last stage of this process.

There were more than twenty people, bringing together company handlers, office boys, managers, secretaries, and accountants, who understood perfectly that what they would participate in was the natural and desirable outcome for a despicable masochistic cunt like Pig.

First, they brought the animal to show him happiness in his swine condition. It had been fattened for slaughter, its teats and belly hanging limply dragged across the dirty ground. It stank, and its hide bore scars from wounds and countless beatings, tortures, and burns.

When it was led by a chain stuck to its nose among the guests, it grunted and smiled happily, receiving violent kicks and punches from former colleagues.

Then the faggot was washed like a pig and had its head and body hair shaved off.

Some servants helped to slide the skewer through his anus and out of his mouth and to tie his legs to the support to place it on the grill. The animal made no move to disrupt the process, instead accepting its preparation resignedly. Those who worked on this preparation didn't realize at what moment the Pig died, but he did so quietly and calmly that he seemed happy for his end.

The barbecue was peaceful and enlivened by lots of drinking and music. On everyone's faces, there was more than normalcy; there was relief and happiness at getting rid of that creep problem.