She rubbed the cane over my bottom and gave a few light non painful touches.Then I heard it before I felt it whoosh, contact on the middle of my botto.... It stung then got hot.While I was taking that in I heard ‘That’s one of twenty four’The next thing knew was the pain of the first stoke was over taken by the second just slightly above. The third was just below the first.By this time I could tell that my right buttock was getting the worst of it being the tip end of the cane.The next three were. And say, maybe you and the other boys would like to see the Pig get fucked by a dog."I thought the teenage jocks would bust a gut laughing.I assured them I was serious. "He also sucks doggie dick!" I offered.Before Jesse left he turned to me to ask, "how can one k** who's only eighteen years old get so fucked up?"I smiled. "Practice, , lots of practice."The Pig: Visit to a BookstoreMost of you know the Pig, my eighteen year old fuck boy. He ran away from home and school when the boys found out. I didn't deserve her. I'd given up my rights when I'd first let her move out, and even more so when I'd run off to Europe to change my name and be with Vivienne. Ashlyn deserved her own life, and she'd already told me before that she wanted to move on. Hell, she'd told the media that she was moving on.But I still loved her. She was the mother of my only child, but even beyond that, she'd been an instrumental part of my life up until a few months ago. Less than a year ago, we'd been talking. Com. A porn company with a roster only of seven-feet tall studs of solid muscle packing inhuman-sized dicks, it had become the most famous and lucrative studio in the world. There was a revolving door of female talent, all of which got fucked into oblivion after a couple of scenes. The nineteen, twenty, and in one case twenty-three inch dicks simply ruined them.‘Pssst!’ a sound caught his attention, ‘Steve.’Steve lingered around the doorway and stuck his head around. It was Rick, a director for.