Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT (i.e., shit, puke, piss) and other depravities. This chapter also includes a lot of bestiality. Do not read if younger than 18. This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any real people.
I continued in my work around the world as the ultimate deal closer and "rainmaker" for my clients. It also provided me the perfect opportunity to scour the planet for the most depraved, degenerate pigs to invite back to Marco's Pig Iron Gym -- our temple of filth. By day I'd conduct negotiations and massage egos into billion-dollar contracts. By night I'd suck any unwashed cock and swallow any log of shit that I could find. I'd spend every off hour out of my tailored suits and wallowing in pools of piss and cum on adult bookstore floors and in truckstop restrooms. And of course, I'd take every opportunity to test the limits of each man I met to discover it they were true kin for my brotherhood of raunch-loving pigs. Once that bond was made -- through a completely mutual exchange of shit, puke, snot, and everything else warm and wet from a man-pig's body -- I would describe the perverted utopia we were creating. Needless to say, my recruiting efforts paid off. Every time I came home, the gym was more and more packed with sweaty, filthy pigs in action.
In the course of my travels, I would follow any lead or rumor about even more opportunities for wonton raunch-filled sex. In Canada I discovered a camp of lumberjacks who initiated their sons at age 12 to the ways of pigs. Each day the boys would feed their fathers piles of food to fuel their work in the forest and then each night the men would dump their magnificent piles of shit onto their sons. The camp would writhe and wallow in the filth by the campfires, with every man and son sharing every cock, ass, arm, and fist under the stars. In the morning the men would put on their filthy long underwear, keeping the layers of shit and puke snug against their hairy bodies before eating more piles of food and returning to the woods to work through the day. While they would save shitting for their return to camp each night, every pair of long underwear was stained deep yellow at the crotch where they would piss into the warm fabric as they worked. I sucked the rank piss nectar from many of those filthy long johns before I had to move on...
In Buenos Aires I found my way to a kennel run by three generations of men who specialized in developing giant cocks in several breeds of dogs. After decades of selective breeding, they had engineered dogs with cocks as long as 20 inches when aroused, and knots that exceeded the size of a softball. I happily spent a full day testing their peculiar inventory. My favorite was a German Shepherd named Lucky who's obscenely enlarged dog cock traveled the length of his entire belly. The massive slick, red monster filled my guts as Lucky humped me for an hour (apparently the family had also bred stamina into their canine progeny). The three men -- the eldest in his 70s, his son, and his strapping grandson -- pissed into my open, drooling mouth while I got dog fucked. Just as Lucky finally knotted me with what felt like a bowling ball, they brought forward the youngest and the next generation in the family business, a beautiful, smooth lad of 10 or so. I ate his ass while he smoked a pack of reds and shit into my mouth, all while Lucky rotated behind me, patiently knotting me as his bitch for a good 40 minutes. I left with a full belly of shit and an ass that leaked canine cum for the next two days.
Off the coast of Australia, I helicoptered onto an oil rig where the men had degenerated into a sort of feral state. They went about their jobs covered in weeks' worth of crude oil and shit that had baked onto their skin in the hot sun. Each member of the crew worked only as long as it took for their sexual needs to regenerate after shooting their last load. As soon as they were horny again, they would grab the closest coworker, shove their cock into the most convenient hole, and start fucking until they blew another wad. They shit and pissed freely over each other, and had ceased using real words -- only grunting and moaning when they fucked. As soon as our helicopter landed on the rig, they immediately pulled me and the pilot out of the aircraft, ripping off our clothes in a matter of seconds. The biggest and strongest got their cocks into us first. For me it was heaven, but this was definitely more than the pilot was counting on. He writhed under a shit-encrusted behemoth of a rig worker whose monster cock wrecked the poor guy's straight, virgin hole. The remaining crew members weren't content standing around, and shoved their shitty dicks into our mouths, while others positioned us for two-cock plowings. After a rotation of at least 20 or 30 cocks, the pilot gave up struggling and embraced his inner-pig. Shit and piss flowed freely from all of us, and soon we were smeared in sewage as well as the ubiquitous crude oil that covered the rig. By the time we left the offshore platform, the pilot was begging to take two cocks up his ruined ass and one down his throat at least once an hour. I had to promise to double his fee just to get him to fly us back to the mainland. He looked so hot, covered in shit under his ripped apart pilot's jumpsuit, that I let him sit on my fist and arm the entire time he flew us back.
And so it went, with me scouring the world for the most degenerate and depraved pigs, and welcoming them into the decadent, filth-fueled world that Junior and I had created. Meanwhile, Junior had the complete ability to build out every fantasy our piggy minds could conjure. My wealth was enormous, but some of our pig brothers were even richer. Captains of industry, CEOs, members of royalty, A-list celebrities -- they all were now within our brotherhood of filth, and all contributed huge amounts of money to keep the place humming with no-limits sexual perversion. That's why I was very intrigued when Junior texted me on a swing through Africa that he had built a new section as a surprise for me when I got home. Even better, I would be the first pig to inaugurate it.
As soon as I was back, I headed to the Gym. I immediately went down into the Pig Pen, stripped out of my Armani suit, and grabbed the fattest joint in the pile. I was flying good and high, naked and covered in a couple gallons of piss on one of the leather couches, when Junior came down to collect me. His silicone pumped monster cock and balls looked as beautiful as ever. As we slobber kissed each other I stuck the tip of my dick into his ballooned-out pisshole and relieved my bladder. Hot piss poured out of his gargantuan, bloated tube and down our balls that I squeezed together. When I was I done, Junior hocked one last loogie down my throat and growled, "Follow me," taking my hand and leading me back outside.
We walked around to the back edge of the parking lot, which I now saw had been expanded. The fences were pushed back and freshly laid grass sod covered a huge square area in bright, verdant green. But what really caught my attention was the magnificent stallion that casually walked around the new fenced in paddock. He was pure black and muscular, and his enormous cock was already unsheathed and ran along his underside. "He's from one our Arab friends," Junior told me I stroked my rock-hard meat. "He's is apparently much better for fucking than racing, so he was gifted to us. Come on over to the breeding platform," he said as he unlocked the gate and headed inside the paddock.
I shook myself out of my cock-focused daze and saw where Junior was heading -- a custom-built platform. The main platform was a gently angled ramp upwards, while in the middle was a smaller man-sized bench that pointed downwards -- sort of like a modified decline bench from the gym, but much more beautiful. It was sheathed in fine leather, as were the stirrups at the back base. I didn't hesitate for a second but prostrated myself on the leather bed, and putting my feet in the stirrups. Junior came up behind me and turned a crank, which spread my legs wider and wider as I lay prone face down on the decline bed. I was now in the perfect fuck position and happily discovered that a large hole had been cut out so that my cock and balls hung into empty space (though not empty for long) rather than being smashed against my body. My deviant partner had thought of everything! Junior grabbed a squeeze bottle and liberally lubed up my shit tunnel.
When he was done and stepped aside, I looked behind me to see a naked ebony god leading the now-bridled horse toward the platform. I wondered for a moment which had the bigger cock. The man's pitch-black skin glistened with sweat as his massive dick swung back and forth between his legs. He and the horse were perfectly matched, from their identical midnight skin, to their rippling muscles, and of course, their enormous cocks. "His name is Eimlaq," the beautiful man rumbled in a deep voice, "it means gigantic," he said with a chuckle. "My name is Mohammad."
As Mohammad led Eimlaq up the ramp, Junior turned another crank, slightly lowering the entire bed into the ramp like a trapdoor on a stage. Adjustments were made until the horse's enormous cock was perfectly aligned with my quivering, sloppy wet hole. Then Mohammad pulled the stallion forward and I became impaled on the largest piece of flesh I had ever encountered. Even my loose cunt felt stretched like a virgin as Eimlaq's gigantic pole of hot horse flesh entered me. Of course, the stallion had no sense of gentleness or pacing. Once his throbbing hot cock began filling my ass he didn't stop until he was completely inside my guts. The entire time Mohammad guided him, drawing him incrementally up the ramp until Eimlaq was buried in my destroyed and dripping hole, at which point Mohammad stopped, and loosely held the bridle while the stallion filled my ass. Mohammad's own cock was rock hard and standing a foot or more away from his body. Even in the delirium of having my ass ripped apart by the humping stallion, I opened my mouth to receive Mohammad's enormous meat. He thrust his 12+ inches of black cock down my gullet in a single motion, triggering a stomach-hurling that drenched his meat and curly pubic hairs in puke. He didn't pause for a second, but pounded my throat all the harder as his equestrian charge pounded my trashed cunt.
I felt a warm mouth on my cock and saw that Junior had slid under the fuck-bed's open hole in order to swallow my dripping dick. He grabbed my sagging balls as he sucked, yanking them until they seemed about to rip off my body. I screamed onto Mohammad's cock, buried down my throat, when Junior began hard-punching my swaying nuts. The punches made me puke again and again over his ebony fuckstick. Eimlaq continued to assault my ever-loosening pig cunt, obviously well-trained in the art of delivering his thoroughbred seed to the intended target. Suddenly, I felt my guts swell with warm, wet, delicious horse cum as he completely flooded my insides. It triggered my own orgasm and I coated Junior's mouth with ropes of sticky pig juice. Mohammad too delivered a load straight down my throat into my churning stomach. Ever the professional, he didn't linger in my gullet, but pulled out his slimy, puke covered pig meat in order to lead Eimlaq away now that the stallion was through with me. He gently guided the horse backwards -- out of my cavernous hole and back onto the green grass where he quickly began a happy post-coital trot around the paddock. Junior moved up to my destroyed cunt and began drinking the horse cum from my oozing crater. His fist easily slid in me as he scooped out the delicious equine juice, slurping some for himself and offering me the rest, which I hungrily sucked down. But after only a couple handfuls of Eimlaq's cum, I felt my body give out from the sheer pleasure and exhaustion of being spit roasted by a stallion and his horse-hung handler. "Welcome home, baby" Junior mumbled as I passed out, my ass still draining a river of pure thoroughbred seed onto my lovers lapping tongue.