PDX Bottom Smoke Pig

Son, you’re not inhaling.  I’ve seen you inhale cigarettes, so inhale that cigar.  Smoke it just like a cigarette, and hold the smoke in like I taught you.  We’ll start by adding three cigars to your daily two pack a day habit, and then we can start increasing your quota.  I know you want to make Daddy proud of you.

Pig, you are mine now.  Let’s see what your lungs and ass can handle.  I expect my pig boys to smoke at least twice what I smoke, because I want to control you with addiction, plus I want you to get a smoker’s cough because it feels so good when I’m fucking a pig like you.  I’ll keep you around and whore you out, at least until you are so weak and diseased that you are useless, and then we’ll make that special video I told you about.  That just boned me, so let’s see what your ass can do for me.

You need a ride, Scott.  That’s not a question.  Get in the back seat, light up, and we’re going to our home where you will be ridden until you can’t take us any longer.  We may even keep you as our fuck pet.  We’ll fuck your lungs.  We’ll fuck your ass.  We’ll just totally fuck you up.  Now get in.

He would make the perfect smoke slave.  So young, so defiant, so addicted, and it’s time to collar him to only increase his smoking and serve.  His lungs must already be beautifully dark, as only a true smoke slave should have.  He’ll eventually be happy with captivity.  I wish someone would turn me into a smoke slave.

This stud is Master’s driver.  Master doesn’t care when or where the stud smokes, just as long as he smokes a lot.  Stud will probably go through a couple of packs today watching Master’s car.  Stud may even inspire some former smokers and newbies to take up smoking, and that will please Master, who is an executive for a tobacco company.  New recruits are always needed, and stud sees to it that offering smokes all around yield’s results, and again, makes Master happy.

No more puffing on cigars!  It’s time to inhale.  And hold it for as long as possible.  Master’s boy toy will do as he’s told, and be happy to pollute himself, as Master knows best.  

Here, little bro.  Take a drag.  You know you want to smoke like I do.  We’ll keep this between us.  Dad won’t care, but Mom will have a fit.  I’ll get you up to a pack a day, and Dad still won’t care, but Mom will have to accept that you’re addicted.  Then I’ll have my fun with you.  I know lots of guys who will want to fuck someone your age.  Especially while you both smoke.

Yeah, Scott.  I’ve had my eyes on you for a while, and now I have you right here.  Let me get this smoke lit, and we’ll just quietly walk to my truck without you making any noise, and I’ll drive you to my home.  Your lungs and ass will never be the same after tonight.  

His tattoo is “Veni Vidi Vici.”  I came.  I saw.  I conquered.  It looks like he has found his better, and that he has now been conquered.  I’m sure the new conquest and slave understand the irony of his Latin tattoo.  I’m sure he’ll also understand when he starts his training as a slave.  It’s interesting to see someone with such hubris and bravado become a cumdump, and more.

Hey, man.  This is my son’s almost virgin ass.  You don’t have to put on a condom, but be sure to lube up.  I want to sell this ass for at least a year before he dies.  

You don’t look so happy, boy.  I want that cigarette grasped fully in your lips so that you can inhale in deep into your lungs.  That should make you feel better.  I think we just need to increase your dosage, and double what you smoked today.  Let’s get that addiction engine turned on, and see how fast you can pollute and contaminate yourself.  Yes, I’ll always be proud of you.

Time to let Scott know that I’m here, by lighting up a smoke, and keeping the interior lights on.  I’ve trained him well, to go out into the night, accepting all cocks and cum in his ass, and I’ll eventually drive in to collect him.  I should probably put a towel in the passenger seat, as he’s been a good boy and has taken up to 25 cumloads each night.  I’ll make sure he smokes a carton before I send him out again, given the money he earns for me.  

Glad that you could make it, Scott.  I’m just enjoying yet another cigarette, and a cup of coffee.  I’m really glad that I saw your profile on tumblr, and then on other sites.  I was even happier to find that you are here in Portland.  I’m going to make all of your dreams, or maybe they are nightmares, come true.  Scott, it’s time for you to strip, crawl over here next to me, and I’ll start feeding you smoke while I tell you what I’m going to do to you!  

Let’s see what I accepted as a slave for the debts owed to me by his boss’ drug use.  Little Scotty, a smoke pig from Portland.  I think he has potential.  I’ll fly out there tomorrow and start his thorough addiction treatments.  I want to see how soon he develops diseases from his smoking, drinking, chemming and bareback sex, and how soon he meets his demise.  But, he’ll be a good whore until then.  Yes, I think this was a good trade.  His boss is still a junkie, and I’ll destroy him while destroying his former employee.  

The more we see hot men smoking multiples, the sooner this behavior will be normalized, and this will benefit all smokers.  Smoke!  Smoke more!  Get addicted!  Help your friends!  Don’t be a quitter!  

What are you staring at, pig?  Do you like my body?  Do you like how I smoke this hookah?  Why don’t you come on over here, and I’ll get you set up.  [Poor little pig.  He doesn’t know that I’ll be tying him to this chair, taping the mouthpiece of the hookah into his mouth, and then fucking him while he smokes.  Glad he can’t see my thought bubble!]

Little brother, you just keep inhaling that hookah smoke deep into your lungs.  I’m letting Dad know your progress.  You’ve mastered cigarettes, cigars, and pipes, and both Dad and I are proud of how you are handling the hookah.  Tonight, when we get home, Dad and I have a few surprises for you.  You may not enjoy them at first, but you’ll learn to love them.