Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT (i.e., shit, puke, piss) and other depravities. Do not read if younger than 18. This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any real people.
Among our 20 current students in the boarding school, four were seniors. Thanks to our unique blend of rigorous academics and the reward of degenerate pig sex every night, the boys scored in the top percentile on all their standardized exams. They also nailed perfect scores across every Advanced Placement exam. Combined with letters of recommendation from some of the world's most influential men (who also happened to be perverted raunch pigs like us), as well as generous financial contributions, they had the option of any elite college they wanted. True to their brotherhood upbringing, they all decided to stick together and begin their fall semester at the same Ivy League school that many considered to be the best in the nation.
Naturally, as their protective headmaster and father-figure, I wanted to ensure they would have all their piggy needs met when they left. For a while now Junior and I had been expanding our network of raunchy venues for our brotherhood of pigs. So I decided there should be one right there in the uptight, button-down college town where the boys were headed. As soon as it was up and running, I went out to inspect it for myself.
We had selected an old movie palace, which had declined over the decades into a seedy porno theater before finally being boarded up. It was set in a largely depopulated section of town, making it a perfect venue just like Marco's Pig Iron Gym. It was out of the way, completely nondescript, and easy to overlook, hiding the perverted pleasures that went on within. I have to confess to a particular fondness for adult theaters. I love the rank smell of horny men and spilled cum, and the sexual tension of strangers hooking up in the dark to service their rock-hard rocks and fill their empty holes. Now we had converted one such venue into another temple of pigsex.
Our brotherhood of pigs had grown into the thousands, all of whom had state-of-the-art DNA-coded keys that opened the door to any of our properties. As soon as I stepped into the lobby of this cinema-turned-pig haven, I felt right at home. Much like the underground Pig Pen back at the Gym, the lobby had been converted into a sort of staging and preparation area for the perfect nastiness that lay through the main cinema's double doors. I immediately stripped out of my street clothes and into a heavy steel cockring and set of ball stretchers. I also attached a set of nipple sucker pumps to my stretched-out pig tits, and slipped on a gas mask with a poppers hose pump attached. Settling into an overstuffed leather chair, I relaxed while huffing at regular intervals through the mask, filling my body with that wonderful, warm sensation and amping up the pleasure in my tits as I flicked the suction pumps hard.
An older black guy with glasses and an enormous swinging cock came over to the chair as I warmed up, aiming his anaconda at my chest and crotch before releasing a firehose of warm piss all over me. I ran my hands up and down in the yellow streams, massaging it into my body. Taking another big hit of poppers, I let one piss-soaked hand trail down to my loose cunt, sliding three, then four fingers into the dirty wet hole. The old guy let out a low chuckle as he watched me administer pleasure to myself, writhing in the chair under his never-ending stream. "You feelin' all that hot nigga piss, fucker" he growled. By the time his cock finally stopped streaming, I'd sunk my whole fist into my ass, lubed with only his hot piss and my own shitty muck. He left me squirming like a bitch in heat as I pumped blast after blast of poppers into the tight mask around my head. Only when I had pushed myself to the point of passing out did I reluctantly pull off the gas mask and then the nipple pumps. My puffy tits were angry red and swollen, just like I like them. Wiping my shit-coated hand up and down over my piss-soaked chest, I headed through the double doors into the main theater.
Like I said, I love porno theaters. I'd been sneaking into adult cinemas since I was ten years old. I would crawl up and down the filthy rows of seats, popping my head up between the legs of each man and sucking down his cock into my young throat. Sometimes they'd be so surprised at a kid deepthroating their meat that they'd start shooting immediately, with me drinking down every drop. So I've been in countless cinemas with either straight or gay porn playing in the background on the screen. But let me tell you, experiencing a high-definition, surround sound scat orgy on a 40-foot screen was totally unique. Every squishing splatter of shit from the fisting pigs on the screen filled the room; every moan echoed as men shitkissed with dripping sewage being swapped between them. Seeing the giant screen filled with such raunch and filth was a sight to behold...so much so, I stood gaping for a bit before I finally took stock of the room around me.
Once I did, I knew my boys back at the boarding school would have no trouble enjoying their scat and puke kinks each night of their upcoming collage careers. Just like Marco's Pig Iron Gym, the room was filled with pigs in every imaginable act of depravity and filth. There were large leather couches scattered throughout the open floor, where much of the action was clustered. I walked over to the closest one, where five men were engaged in filthy debauchery. Two were rutting on the floor, as one guy mercilessly pounded the other's shitty ass with his thick cock. The fucker was pumping so fast and hard he was practically a blur -- more jackhammer than man. The other guy was hanging onto the couch just to keep from being fucked across the floor. Meanwhile, a third dude was kneeling on the couch, ass hanging out over the pair. He was unloading a massive dump onto the fucking pigs, that splattered and splashed over them. The fourth and fifth occupied the other end of the long couch, engaged in an ass-chewing sixty-nine in which they were both chomping and biting into the other's puffed out rosebudding guts. Clearly they had already emptied their insides of some huge turds as well, which smeared their bodies as they ground against each other and tried to eat deeper and deeper into the other's insides.
As the shitter was emptying his last log of shit onto the fucking duo, I slid my hand deep into his open hole, fingers squishing through his final dump. His insides sucked me in effortlessly, so I kept going...first to the elbow and then deeper still, to my shoulder. The seasoned pig just moaned as he rode up and down my straightened arm and fist. I heard the top on the floor bellow as he pumped a load into his hard-ridden whore. When he dismounted and walked away, the cum dump stood up on the couch, straddling my moaning fistee, and thrust his torn up shitty cunt in my face. Of course, I dove in like a starving man, sucking the shit, cum, and bloody bits from his ass while I punch fucked the other pig riding my arm. We continued that way for a good twenty minutes -- all while the other two remained locked in a permanent sixty-nine of rough ass eating, ignoring everything around them as they became lost in the warm, wet guts of each other.
Eventually I decided my own empty cunt needed some attention, and left my pig brothers to wallow on the couch. Walking around I spotted another leather couch that was even more coated in filth than the others. On it was a solitary pig who was the walking definition of a university professor -- owl-rimmed glasses, tweed jacket, corduroy pants...he was even smoking a pipe! Given the university's reputation, I was sure he was a world-renowned academic and leader in his field; however, this was a very different side of the professor than most of his students would ever see. While impeccably dressed for academia, he was entirely coated from head to foot in thick layers of shit and puke. The sewage ran down the length of his torso and over his long, slender cock that he had unleashed through the zipper of his corduroys. I jealously wondered how he had managed to get so filthy when suddenly a torrent of shitty sludge rained down on him from above. Looking up, I realized what our depraved engineers had devised. Of course an old movie palace would have a balcony level! This one had been put to a particularly unique use, with a row of shit boxes arrayed against the rail for pigs to shit, piss, and puke into. A trough ran underneath the row of seats, guiding the flow of pig products like a rain gutter to a single downspout just off the edge of the balcony. Sure enough, the spout emptied about twenty feet over where the professor calmly smoked his pipe and stroked his shitty cock, waiting for his next deluge of pig waste.
I walked up to the filthy don and straddled him where he sat. We made out for ages, drooling and slobbering as I lowered my hungry hole onto his sludge-slick cock. I got myself good and dirty grinding against his button-up and raunch-soaked attire. While we spit and hocked into each other's mouths we enjoyed two downpours from above -- first a shower of creamy shit and then a beautifully chunky waterfall of puke from a retching pig upstairs. We continued to fuck and grate against each other, even as each gift from our pig brothers rained down on us.
As good as his cock felt in me, I decided I wanted more. Climbing off, I went down to his feet and removed one of his sewage-filled penny loafers and the argyle sock underneath. Once his foot was bare, I lowered myself on it, groaning as his size 14 slid completely into me. Only when I was sure I had bottomed out to his ankle, did I begin riding him. He sprawled back moaning, head hanging off the back of the couch while his foot fucked me. He let loose a geyser of piss as I rode, generously pointing his rigid cock back and forth to hose us both down in his stream. As he did, another slurry mix churned out the downspout from above, coating his face and open mouth in greasy diarrhea. It was a beautiful sight, and I began pounding myself harder and harder on his foot while yanking my puffy tits. I could see he was getting close too, wiping some of the diarrhea from his face and using it as lube to furiously jerk his cock. He came first, sending thick ropes of cum high into the air and onto my eager face. As I got splattered by his pig batter, I couple quick yanks on my own cock likewise sent me over the edge. With a loud "FUCK" that filled the room, I emptied my balls into my cupped hand and then hungrily slurped up the creamy load. Reluctantly removing the professor's big foot from my cunt, I straddled him once again as we snowballed our loads back and forth.
As we came down off our piggy orgasms, I snuggled up to the professor. Turns out he had both pipe tobacco and some excellent weed in that tweed jacket, and we smoked a few pipe bowls of the nicely-laced grass as we chatted. Sure enough, he was one of the university's prize academics. I told him all about my four pigs who would be joining the campus this fall. He assured me he would be happy to take them under his wing and watch over their success. He also told me the university was filled with perverted pigs just like us, and even took me around the theater to meet a few more who happened to be there, including the black pisser who had given me my first soaking when I arrived. I left knowing my young men were going to be just fine and could flawlessly continue their educations -- both as future leaders and as sex-crazed filth pigs. Now all I needed to do was go back home and plan their depraved graduation ceremony...
To be continued...