The Pig - Sex Stories

The Pig

... makes them horny, ten different major stages - the musicians half naked with sweat pouring from their lean torsos, making love to guitars and microphones. Almost sucking the damn mikes, and the teenage boys get fierce hard-ons in their baggy tan shorts that hang down so low the waistband of their underwear shows proudly as if to say, I contain 100% teenage prick. Well the pig needed to look special. He begged me to let him wear a tank top shirt, at least, so his big titties wouldn't show, but nothing doing, I wasn't going to go through all that work for nothing. Besides I loved it when people stopped and stared at the eighteen year old farm boy with the shank of brown hair falling sexily over one eye and the well developed pecs capped with two enormous elongated sow nipples. I also dressed him in a black leather collar. He wore very small cut off jean shorts, rubbed white over the crotch so everyone knew he played with himself constantly, and cut very high in the rear so his ass cheeks half hung out. He also wore his leather shit kicker boots with no socks. But that was just his entrance outfit, I knew we had to keep him respectable to get through the gates. Once inside the 'Summer Fest grounds, I told him to take off the jean shorts. He blushed, and begged, and was told that he would be punished for that. Pigs don't beg, they do as they're told immediately. He knew that. Well after a lot of hemming and hawing, he finally removed the shorts from his slender hips and pulled ...

... them down his muscular legs. Underneath was a bright pink satin posing pouch. The Pig would see Summer Fest dressed in that and nothing else. Hundreds of people turned to look at him within seconds. Some thought he was part of the Summer Fest activities, an entertainer of some sort, others thought he was just a weird faggot freak, and they averted their c***dren's eyes. The Pig was red faced and it wasn't from the sun. the tiny pink pouch could hardly contain his pumped up prick, and big boy balls, in fact if he moved wrong some nut sack flesh or some prick tube peeked out the sides or top, . The pouch was cut very low, right to the dick, so the tiny two inch trimmed patch of dick hair that I allowed the Pig to keep was on full display. The pouch was held on with thin strings, so the Pigs entire ass was now naked. One could easily see the long red welts on the ass cheeks from the beating I had given him that morning. The Pig hung his head with humiliation. "I don't want anyone to think I have anything to do with you, you piece of faggot shit. So you walk three steps in front of me and don't talk to me." Thousands of people saw him. Gay guys whistled and some made offers, straight teenage boys mocked and made fun of him. Older people clicked their teeth and shook their heads. k**s giggled and pointed a this huge dick lump. Young girls blushed and imagined that humongous prick in their wet teen pussies. I bought the Pig a beer and put the paper cup on the ground. Then I made him ...