Hill 'n Dale

A pain pig finds what he is looking for.

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Usual disclaimers apply, must be over 21 and it is legal to read 
this where you are. All characters are fictional and any similarity 
to actual individuals is purely coincidental. This was created for 
a unique audience and is for their sole use.

Author’s note: this is considerably more violent than I usually 
write. It was done at the request of a loyal reader so I kept it 
along the lines he asked for. If you don’t care for extreme 
violence, don’t read any further.

 

Hill ‘n Dale

By

Bernie

 

Dale was done. Well, at least his right pec was done and Hill was 
giving it one more turn on the grill while applying the mesquite 
baste. Dale himself was close to done himself, as that pec had been 
removed while he was quite alive and conscious of the fact. Hill 
was going to finish him off in high style for his assorted guests 
in just a moment.

Currently, Dale was securely fastened head down to an X frame. Hill 
had secured him head down for two reasons, the first to show his 
contempt for this expensively purchased but ultimately worthless 
piece of meat, and the second to keep as much blood in the pain 
pig’s brain as long as possible. That way, as he proceeded to 
butcher the rest of Dale for his guest’s amusement, Dale would 
remain conscious and aware of his final fate, briefly surviving 
even the removal of his viscera. 

 Hill knelt down in front of Dale and asked him, "How you doing 
now, boy? Enough pain for you yet. I haven’t begun to work you over 
you shit."

 Dale opened his sore mouth replying, "Use me Sir. I am yours."

"Damned right you are pig", Hill snapped back.

Dale longingly looked at his master’s crotch and felt himself begin 
to harden. Hill, noticing the lengthening of Dale’s cock, 
backhanded him across his face.

"I didn’t give you permission to get hard did I?" Hill snapped.

"Sir, I’m", Dale started to reply. This only gained him another 
leather gloved backhand.

"And I didn’t give you permission to speak either did I?" was 
Hill’s response. This brought some good-natured laughter from the 
four guests assembled with Hill for tonight’s entertainment. "Well 
guys, I think I know where we going to start on this pig tonight. 
If he can’t obey me, he loses them."

Dale had worked long and diligently to get himself into this 
precarious position and he couldn’t have been happier. He was a 
late 30's, 5'10", 185 pound, submissive/masochistic, pain-pig, well 
trained boot licker and urinal, who loved humiliation, gloryholes, 
leather, severe s/m, bloodsports, and piercing. His previous master 
had sold him a mere two weeks ago to Hill for the price of $1500. 
Hill had already collected $2000 for tonight’s festivities by 
selling off choice cuts of Dale to the assembled guests. And 
looking at Dale he figured that the money was well spent. He served 
his previous master, Kyle, well, fulfilling any wish Kyle had, but 
ultimately, Kyle had tired of Dale. Previously Kyle had lent Dale 
to another top for a heavy session of CBT. Dale had come back from 
that session with his left ball crushed and required an immediate 
trip to the emergency room. It would seem that the top had gotten a 
little too carried away with what a vise grip could do, and managed 
to actually pop the testicle rupturing its hard sheath. The surgery 
went well, but the relationship went downhill from there. Kyle not 
only had the bill for the surgery but also damaged property on his 
hands. And when Hill offered to take Dale of his hands for $1500, 
Kyle was more than happy to agree. And Hill was just the sort of 
master who could give Dale exactly what he was looking for and then 
some.

Hill stood an impressive six foot 6 inches and weighed an equally 
impressive 235 pounds of solid muscle. While in his late 40’s he 
could easily pass for someone ten years his junior. He wore his 
hair short, and his dark mustache set off his deeply set brown 
eyes. Sexually, he was a mean top who loved to fist his slaves then 
turn them over to his friends for whatever attention they wanted to 
mete out. And he was a true sadist. The more pain he inflicted on 
his property, the more pleasure he took from it. He didn’t need to 
fuck a slave to get his rocks off; carefully applied electricity to 
the ass and genitals of his playmate could do just as well. And 
none of his property was around for long. Hill didn’t want a 24/7 
slave to tongue-shine his boots. He wanted a 24/1 to finish off for 
his own amusement. It would seem that Dale had ended up with his 
fondest wish.

The others attending the party had already had their jollies with 
Dale. LeRoy, a big black dude at six feet, 250 pounds, had already 
used his rather amazing 9 inches opening up Dale’s back door. No 
lube of course. Wayne, a thin, mean little fucker, then took over 
the position, using Dale’s cock as a saddle horn while jabbing his 
not so little 8 incher in to the hilt. While he rode him he got a 
double handhold, one on Dale’s cock, the other on his remaining 
ball, which he tried to crush in his hand while he drove for his 
orgasm. Completely spent, Wayne surrendered his position to the 
Ramirez twins, Julio and Juan. Both sported only 7-inch dicks, but 
they were thicker and blunter than beer cans. The two boys went at 
Dale fore and aft. Julio forced his prick down Dale’s too small 
throat, while Juan tried to split Dale’s ass apart with his 
battering ram. By the time Julio shot his jizz down Dale’s throat, 
Dale was too sore to even attempt to speak. And Juan’s prick 
prepared Dale for the fist that Hill had held in reserve. When the 
four had finished fucking Dale all over the rec room, they tied him 
to the X frame, and waited for Hill to go to work.

Hill lubed his arm to the elbow and started to work over Dale’s 
ass. After Juan’s fucking, he didn’t have to take it easy with his 
fingers; he just folded his thumb into his palm and started to 
push, moving past the sphincter, not without pain to Dale of 
course. Once in to the wrist, Hill started to feel around for the 
prostate. Once it was found he was unmerciful. He moved his hand so 
that the gland was between the fingers and thumb of his hand, and 
he then started the most intense prostate massage Dale had ever 
had. The four guests urged Hill on as he squeezed, steadily 
increasing pressure. Dale’s moans were rapidly becoming more like 
screams as the pressure inexorably built. Semen began to be pushed 
out of his cock as Hill relentlessly squeezed Dale’s prostate dry. 
Finally, Dale passed out from the pain. The fun over for the time 
being, Hill roughly pulled his hand from Dale’s ass.

While Dale was out, Hill marked out the cuts his friends had 
purchased on Dale’s body. LeRoy bought the lions share, the entire 
right haunch. Wayne opted for the left calf, while Julio and Juan 
went for the biceps and shoulders. This left a good deal of Dale up 
for grabs. Which is why you found his right pec on the grill when 
you came in. Now, sit back for the rest of the show.

Dale’s disobedience had to be punished, and punished severely. Hill 
stood and called out, "LeRoy help me out with this. Grab his cock 
and keep it out of the way. No wait; better yet start jacking him. 
I want to get his ball just as he comes without permission."

"Open your mouth boy and suck on this." LeRoy’s prick was lowered 
to Dale’s eager if sore mouth. Dale opened wide and made nice with 
the large black sausage. He hadn’t been given permission to get 
hard, but it was difficult not to with LeRoy’s cock sliding into 
his throat and LeRoy’s talented hands working his cock. LeRoy 
pumped his cock in and out of Dale’s mouth wanting to release some 
more juice to feed this pig. He worked his hands in tandem with his 
thrusts, soon building up a speed as he felt himself on the edge of 
coming. Meanwhile, Hill had pulled the remaining orb to the bottom 
of its sack, where he lazily ran a finger around the tender gland. 
All too soon LeRoy let out a grunt and filled Dale’s mouth with his 
cum. Dale’s cock began to twitch in LeRoy’s grasp signaling its 
impending release. LeRoy looked at Hill and said, "He’s about to 
cum, Hill."

Hill quickly grabbed a hunting knife and passed it across the sac 
just above the ball, severing it in one swift cut. LeRoy’s prick 
still jammed down Dale’s throat stifled his scream. The pain of the 
cut coupled with the pleasure of LeRoy’s hand brought Dale over the 
edge and he started to spasm. But LeRoy’s fingers firmly gripping 
the head of Dale’s dick just below the crown quickly reversed the 
ejaculation right back down his prick and into his bladder causing 
Dale still more pain. Hill grabbed a knife that had been heating in 
the coals of the grill and passed its blade across the freshly cut 
ball sack instantly cauterizing the wound. Then on the return 
stroke he rotated the still red-hot blade and removed Dale’s tender 
cock in one swipe. Even the effective gag of LeRoy’s cock couldn’t 
blunt the scream Dale let out this time. Turning, Hill tossed the 
severed cock and ball to his Alsatian who caught the cock in midair 
and swallowed it whole. Dale’s passing out once again brought an 
end to act one of the evening’s festivities. 

While Dale was unconscious Hill and the twins removed him from the 
cross frame and suspended him, still head down, from a beam. He was 
tied at the ankles and his arms were stretched straight out from 
his sides and firmly secured at the wrists. Now the entirety of his 
body was available to his tormentors. Act two commenced as Dale 
came to. This is where the real fun would start and would result in 
Dale being reduced to a writhing hunk of meat no longer really 
human. Wayne was invited to remove his purchased cut. He walked up 
to Dale feeling along the length of calf he had purchased. He 
inserted the tip of his knife at the Achilles’ tendon and cut 
downward to the knee slicing open the skin of the calf. After 
circling the knee and the ankle he then started to peel back Dale’s 
skin. Dale was shrieking with pain by this time and it was getting 
on the guys’ nerves so they treated him to a ball gag to reduce his 
vocal output. He could still "Umph" and "Yarghf" well enough to 
satisfy their bloodlust, but at least wasn’t hurting their ears 
anymore. With the skin removed from the calf, Wayne then cut away 
the muscle, severing the Achilles’ tendon and cutting the tendons 
holding the meat to the knee. He was left with a beautiful roast to 
take home or do this evening after Dale was finished. Then Wayne 
applied alligator clips to the exposed arteries to hold back the 
blood loss and keep the pig alive and squealing.

Now this play was speeding up. The twins’ cuts were the next. Julio 
chose the right arm to work on. Unlike Wayne, he simply severed the 
bicep from the arm cutting through at shoulder and the elbow and 
then removing the meat from the bone skin and all. Dale of course 
was shrieking in pain even around the ball gag. Julio followed the 
same course with the shoulder meat, resulting in two nice cuts of 
man pork to cook up with a crispy skin covering. Juan was following 
a slightly different procedure on the left arm at the same time. 
Following along Wayne’s methodology he carefully and slowly cut and 
peeled back the skin to reveal the meat below. Then he followed by 
cutting the slabs of muscle loose from the writhing body. Both 
twins secured the bleeding arteries with alligator clips to staunch 
the flow of blood. Hill figured this would be a good time to remove 
the other pec, which would provide the guys with a free dinner for 
tonight. Dale now looked more like road kill than a human being.

LeRoy nodded his agreement as Hill explained that he wouldn’t be 
removing his portion of Dale while the boy was alive, the shock of 
it would do him in too quickly. Instead, it was time for the final 
act. Dale was repositioned so that his body was now angled out at 
about a 45-degree angle. Hill slid a large trough under his torso 
and then in one swift move opened Dale’s belly from the pubes to 
the sternum. Dale uttered a few choked gasps around the gag while 
Hill let his guts tumble into the waiting receptacle. He cut the 
intestines away from the anus and grasped the stomach at the top 
where the esophagus met it and severed it there. He asked LeRoy to 
lift Dale’s head by the hair.

"Any last words, shit?"

Hill removed the ball gag allowing Dale to reply "Thank you, Sir." 
Hill stepped back raising a sword and with one stroke severed 
Dale’s head from his body. The guys released Dale’s arms from their 
restraints and let his now lifeless body hang straight down to 
drain. Hill cut LeRoy’s haunch from Dale. LeRoy carefully eyed his 
acquisition and couldn’t wait till he got his purchase home. 

Before the guys left Hill asked, "You know of anyone who wants to 
get rid of his slave. I have some nice new ideas for the next one."