“Listen closely boy, so you can fully comprehend how your status has changed. A week ago, you were Mr. Edward Weston III, hedge fund manager, respected businessman, president of your country club, polished and put together at all times. Now, you are PIG…you know, the name I had tattooed on your back. I’ve exposed you for the degraded cock slut you really are. I ripped your posh suit right off your back, and made you watch, naked and shivering, as I burned the rags in an alley way. I had you shaved head to toe at my buddy’s barber shop, in front of all those bikers, remember. I saw the tears in your eyes as that fancy, expensive haircut fell to the floor, and your manhood was sheared right off. I had you inked and ringed, and jut smiled as you screamed when they pierced your tit and dick head. You’d better get used to the pain. Then remember our trip to The Leatherman, to get you fitted for your collar, cock ring and ball stretchers? You were so nervous, thinking someone from your old life might recognize you walking down the street in just a pair of old mesh shorts that I had torn the lining out of. Damn, the whistles and catcalls you got. But I told you, get used to all of it, ‘cause this is your life now. Forget Edward Weston III, Pig…he doesn’t exist anymore. And tonight, in this field here, you are going to get fucked by me, by my buddies, by any strangers that may happen by…right on the ground, in the muck and mire, and you are going to earn the name PIG!