"Please master Come-come Creampie! OINK OINK! I'm really really sorry about the cream! OINK OINK! Please have mercy master! OINK OINK! PLEEASE!"
"Are you gonna be a good little piggy?"
"Yes! I promise!"
"Say it!"
"I'm gonna be a good little piggy! OINK OINK OINK!"
"And how are you going to make up for this?"
"Whatever you want! Anything! Just please give me another chance!"
Mr Creampie stood over the helplessly pathetic fae. Taking his sweet time with his decision. The boss squatted down, and started to play idly with the pig's willy. Digby whimpered, torn between deep shame and intense yearning.
"Fucking disgusting. Do you like getting messy piggy?"
"No". Mr Creampie's grip tightened.
"Don't lie to me Piggy! What's this then?" He demanded, giving Digby's dick a few jerks. Digby moaned, and as he did, Mr Creampie dunked the fae's head back into the leftover muck and held it there while he worked on the Pig's throbbing member. After about 20 seconds he stopped and let the pig resurface. Digby spat out a mouthful of flour, custard and rotten fruit and took a deep breath.
"Let's try that again. Does this little piggy like getting messy?!" Digby caught his breath.
"Yes?"
"Yes what?"
"Piggy likes getting messy". Mr Creampie slowly started wanking.
"And does Piggy like it when I humiliate him in public? Does it make him a happy Piggy?"
"Y-yes sir, Master Creampie. Piggy is a happy Piggy!" The tempo of the boss's jacking increased.
"Piggy wants to be his master's obedient little pet, doesn't he? Doesn't he?"
"Y-yes Master Come-come Creampie! I'll be a good little piggy for you! OINK OINK!" The boss continued to up the tempo. Digby thrashed around a little in the muck, completely overwhelmed by the euphoria. Mr Creampie started to him a tune, which turned into little nursery rhyme.
"Piggy, Piggy, Pudding pants,
Crank him up and watch him dance,
Make him squeal with every thrust,
Wallowing in cream and crust,
Plop him in a wedding cake,
How much mess can one pig make?
Then shove bananas up his bum,
And pie his face and watch him-"
Come-come Creampie finished as Digby blew his load all over his own chest and face. The fae sank back a little into the leftovers as he let out a sigh of relief.
A silence hung in the air for a while. Mr Creampie returned to his seat at the table and enjoyed another smoke. Digby just lay there silently, post-nut clarity setting in. The boss eventually got up, grabbed Digby by the ankles and pulled him through the pool of gunge. Not enough to get him out, but enough that the fae could wriggle out himself.
"Clean this mess up before tomorrows shift. I want it spotless Piggy!" And with that the boss went upstairs to bed. Digby wallowed out of the pool and flopped to the diner floor. How the hell was he going to clean all this mess with his hands tied behind his back?