Date: July 12th, 2018 4:06 PM
After the court-mandated integration order, Peterboi thought he could handle black RigPig meat at the same pace he serviced the white RigPigs. The damage to his colon was such that it slowed down the whole pace of his operation. Lot of pigs were leaving the lots unsatisfied, frustrated, and piping hot with anger. Flying J management tried to intervene but it was too late.
The end came about two weeks ago. Peterman was getting spitroasted by two big 'ol Rigdaddies when a couple of frustrated pigs jumped out of the line and started to skull fuck his ears. 2 dicks are old hat for Peterman, heck he regularly services 3 if the pigs are willing to team up on his boihole. But 4 dicks? Too much, particularly considering they each blew their loads within 30 seconds of one another, and two loads right into his brain.
Word is that Peterman jumped up like lightning, jizz pouring from his every orifice like a fountain. The overload of jizz was just too much. He sprinted around the lot, furiously attacking anything vaguely phallic, only screeching "MORE! MORE!" Even the most-grizzled RigPigs were shocked and horrified, retreating to their cabs and hightailing it out of there.
Eventually the Flying J manager called the LotLizard Whisperer (aka Bopert Halford), who collared and leashed Peterman, then lead him away to a waiting pig cage in the back of his truck. Promised to have him back in "fighting form" by August. We'll see