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Background: Several of my series take place in the same "Piggysleaze Universe." The Scat Frat and A Week in Grassmore are more-or-less present day; The Hall of Pigs is set in the future. This new series looks at the past, and tells the origin story of a cabal of pig families that work to turn the world of men into rutting, perverted raunch pigs. It contains lots of raunch between males of many ages, so don't read if you don't like piss, scat, fisting, and other degenerate themes. Also do not read if 18 or younger. Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com
2010
Dante Rammer's sneakered foot tapped nervously on the linoleum floor of the tiny, cubicle-shaped lobby. The gorilla-sized security guard behind the desk gave him a scowl, and the stoner-looking young man tried to force himself to sit still. Eventually, the nervous tics came back as he ran his fingers through his blond shaggy hair, and rubbed up and down his skinny, heavily tattooed arm. Massive, ornate double doors lay closed and silent to his right, looking totally incongruous with the dingy waiting area. What were they hiding, he wondered.
He was surprised at his anxiousness...no, that wasn't the right word...excitedness. Like a kid about to come down on Christmas morning, full of anticipation and hope. This was hardly his first job interview. The twenty-year-old German wunderkind already had two Ph.D.s -- one in neurobiology/neurocircuitry, and another in medicinal chemistry. As a scientific prodigy, he had been vetted by nearly every pharmaceutical company in the world. But so far he'd played hard-to-get, vaguely citing projects and research he still wanted to complete. What he really wanted to do was spend all day bating and gooning in the specially-designed room of his two-bedroom apartment in New York. He was several months into what many described as a "gap year." Of course, his family and friends back in Germany, as well as most chemical company recruiters, assumed he was working on some major discovery in his fields of expertise.
Instead, Dante was letting himself drift further and further down the rabbit hole of filth, porn, and sleaze. Just as he was concluding his doctorates, he had unexpectedly received a sizable inheritance from a long-forgotten great-uncle, or cousin, or someone -- it was all very vague. But Dante knew it was a way to get away from everything and everyone, so he could focus on jacking off. He'd found a perfect two bedroom in New York that was available for rent in a building that claimed to be wired with the fastest internet cabling in the city. He moved in with barely any furniture, but multiple jumbo screens and laptops, along with a couple used, stained mattresses. Within a day his porn room was up and running, with both subscription and pirated porn playing in constant loops across three screens, and a massive desktop unit with a keyboard and multiple screens.
For months his routine had been one of getting high and bating to porn. His tastes had gotten more and more extreme, although if he was being honest, they were always there beneath the surface. His hours of gooning, bating, and edging took him to the most deviant and degenerate corners of the Internet -- zoo, scat, puke, pedo, wrecking, incest, and more. He cranked the heat up in his place so that he never had to wear clothes, only a cockring, along with heavier and heavier ball weights. His collection of dildos now numbered in the dozens, as did the number of poppers bottles strewn about. He had at least twenty pumps and vacuum chambers for his cock, cunt, and nipples. He spent most of the day smoking weed and switched to slamming tina for the evenings He'd also stopped bathing, instead letting his stink build over his slim body and long, curving cock. The apartment reeked of piss because he didn't want to get up from bating, so he pissed himself instead, letting it flow over his body and chair, and down to the floor. He knew he was building up to doing the same with shit -- it was only a matter of time.
And then one morning, just as he was packing one of his numerous bongs with some potent grass, he heard the ping of a message on his computer. It was odd because he didn't have any chatting programs open, but there was a box superimposed over the Rim4You story he'd been reading on Nifty. It read: "Job Opportunity, open only to degenerate pigs. Must be the world's most brilliant mind in neuroscience and chemistry, as well as a complete filth-loving whore for anything a man or boy can give you. Come to BBB International, tomorrow, 9:00 a.m." along with an address a short walk away. Dante sat stunned, looking at the message, which eventually disappeared on its own, the same way it arrived. Clearly it was written for him, but who had pieced together such disparate parts of his life and personality? He searched every way he could think of to find out about BBB International, but there was nothing. It was as if such a company didn't exist.
Obviously he was going to go, he thought as he fired up the bong. Sadly, he'd have to shower and wear clothes to get there, but even that had a silver lining. He decided for the next 24 hours or so, he was going to take the plunge into pure shit living. Chugging some laxatives with coffee, he programmed every screen in his porn room to play his copious collection of scat porn, and settled into his bate chair to read every nasty story he could on Nifty. When he felt his shit sliding towards his cunt entrance, he let it spill out into his waiting hand. "Fuck, it is so hot and nasty," he murmured to himself, and then moaned loudly as he began to rub it over his face and chest.
More shit plopped onto the floor, which he scooped up and used to coat his cock. One final round of turds he packed into his mouth, chewing, drooling and spitting before swallowing the delicious sludge. For the rest of the day, he wore his stinking shit, jacked in it, and ate it. Many times more he had the urge to defecate wetter and wetter runs of shit. By mid-afternoon, liquid shit was running out of his self-fisted cunt and down his legs. "God I love this," he groaned aloud, "I love living in shit, coating myself in dirty sewage and living like a fucking pig." Laying on one of his filthy mattresses, he slammed some Tina, and grabbed his horse cock-shaped dildo, which he shoved into his shit-slick cunt. He lost track of time as pounded himself over and over, letting the shit pour out of him whenever he yanked out the massive toy. He eventually fell asleep in a pool of shit and piss with all 18 inches still buried in his hole.
His alarm rudely pulled him out of his dream. It had been glorious -- something about an old gym that was really a palace of shit sex. The name Marco was stuck in his head. He reluctantly headed to the shower and washed the wonderful filth from his face, hair, and body. He hadn't brought a suit with him, so he dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers. It wasn't arrogance but simple reality that if BBB International wanted him, it didn't matter what he wore. When he arrived at the address he was surprised to find a glorious art deco building, but one with only a single, unmarked door. Poking his head in, he had found the minuscule lobby and intimidating guard, who had only grunted when he asked if this was BBB. Now all he could do was wait.
Eventually, he heard a click of the huge doors, and an impeccably dressed 40-ish man pushed one open. He was stunning, looking for all intents and purposes like the famous David statue come to life. He smiled with perfect teeth at Dante, his meaty hand reaching out as he greeted the young scientist. His voice was deep and sexy, saying as he shook Dante's hand firmly, "Hallo Dante. Ist Englisch okay?" The English-fluent young German could only mutely nod his head yes, still overwhelmed by the raw, animal magnetism of this man, who switched to English: "My name is Ivan Truescout. Thank you so much for coming." If he was surprised or offended by Dante's casual attire, he gave no hint of it. Instead, he cocked his head towards the door. "Shall we?"
The passage from the depressing lobby was jarring, as Dante and Ivan entered a massive two-story marbled room, decorated with ornate wood paneling and beautiful leather couches. A carved wooden balcony ran along the second story, and the room was bathed in warm light from mica and nickle chandeliers. Two huge paintings hung on either side of a roaring fireplace. Dante immediately recognized the work of Bill Schmeling, better known as "The Hun." Each depicted a handsome man -- one white, one black -- with enormous, hard cocks and both of their bodies completely dripping in shit, piss, and cum. Geyser-like fountains of cum were shown coming out of each cock, and each was surrounded by dozens of rutting, naked men shitting, pissing, fucking, pissing, and cumming. It was classic The Hun artwork created on a massive scale. Dante guessed each painting soared at least twenty feet tall, and he stood gaping at their perfection and horniness.
"Jacob and Zeke," Ivan said from close behind him, close enough that the tall man's hot breath caressed his ear, "the founders of The Bull, Bear, and Boar. You are standing in their legacy, Dante, and you are on the cusp of fulfilling their vision." Dante felt the unmistakable sensation of a massive, hard cock rubbing up and down the seat of his jeans. Turning around he gasped at seeing Ivan Truescout's 14-inch cock sticking out of his perfectly tailored suitpants. Ivan grabbed him and pulled him in for a sloppy, drooling open-mouthed kiss that Dante melted into, reciprocating with limitless slobber of his own that ran down both their chins. Ivan's released cock rubbed forcefully against Dante's denim-clad bulge of hard meat, leaving wet puddles of precum in the bluejeans' crotch. Ivan broke off first, as he continued, "and only out there am I Truescout. Here I am Ivan Truescat, chairman of BBB International." The name clicked in Dante's mind -- BBB was the Bull, Bear, and Boar.
"But what is this place?" Dante wondered, both directing his question to his host but also marveling aloud to himself.
"Let's get out of these clothes, and come join me," Ivan said, already stripping off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. Dante wasted no time joining in shedding his clothes, happy to release his own throbbing cock from its confines. Ivan took him by the hand and led him to one of the leather couches. He sat down first, scooting to one edge and sprawling down the length, showing off his chiseled abs and meaty thighs. Dante noted that the ridiculously-huge cock was matched by balls the size of grapefruits. The man was a walking temple of manly meat. Ivan spread his legs apart and pulled Dante in towards him, so that the younger man's back was nestled against Ivan's massive chest. The executive wrapped his arms around the man he had just met in an intimate embrace, tweaking his nipples and nibbling his ear as he settled in, naked flesh against naked flesh.
"This is the Bull, Bear, and Board Club, a gentleman's club like no other. On this floor and the two above us is the original clubhouse -- library, greenhouse, conservatory, billiard room, great hall. Yes," he chuckled, already sensing Dante's thought, "it is like a Clue gameboard, except instead of someone getting murdered they get fucked and wallow in shit." Dante moaned at the thought of that, his own cock leaking a steady stream of glistening precum. Ivan continued, "Above that are another seventeen floors of modern offices, which form the headquarters of BBB International, the most wealthy and powerful conglomerate in the world."
"But there's nothing about you," Dante countered, snuggling in closer to Ivan's hot skin and relishing the feel of the man's horsecock pressed and oozing against his back.
"We work in the shadows," Ivan replied, giving his guest's increasingly puffed out nipples harder and harder twists and tugs. "But for decades we have guided every development in pushing men towards greater and greater acceptance of their true filthy nature. Porn, drugs, roids, gloryholes, steamrooms, bathhouses, locker rooms...we've been there every step of the way, including the internet. That's how we found you."
"How DID you find me?" Dante asked, genuinely curious.
"Remember Y2K," Ivan said with a little laugh, "that was us. It was a ruse to install a Trojan Horse program on every computer worldwide to discover and track degenerate, perverted pigs like you. You've wracked up quite a viewing history my young friend," Ivan laughed again. "We knew you were more than a dabbler or curiosity-seeker. You were and are a true pig, like us." Here he pulled Dante's mouth back to his and they began another makeout session, sensual and slow, filled with dueling tongues and nipping teeth, that roamed over teeth, lips, and up into the other's warm, snotty nostrils.
This time it was Dante who broke off first, curiosity outweighing lust, which was quite a feat. "OK, so that's how you found me. But you said this was about my research...that this was about a job. As much as I love porn and adult theaters and sleazy locker rooms, what does any of that have to do with what I do." Instead of answering, Ivan reached behind him and rang a small bell. Within seconds, a tall, pudgy naked man appeared carrying a silver tray. As he bent down to present the tray to the lounging pair, his stiff cock began pissing, coating the two in rank urine right there on the leather couch. Dante moaned and instinctively ran his hands over his naked body, rubbing the scalding hot yellow nectar into his skin. Given Dante's distraction, it was Ivan who selected a pair of jumbo-stuffed blunts from the tray and sparked them up, giving one to Dante as the waitstaff's piss dwindled down. The two toked in amiable silence for a moment, savoring the stink of weed and piss.
Eventually Ivan began his explanation. "It was Zeke," he said nodding towards the towering portrait of the black man, "who realized that Darwin's work on instinct was also the key to pigsex. He and Jacob made it their mission to roll back centuries of domestication. To turn back the male clock and reclaim our pure, animal instincts for cock and shit and piss. All of our paths made it obvious that it was possible -- porn, drugs, sleazy settings, increased testosterone. Our instincts to live in filth and lust are never far from the surface, but the brain has been trained for millennia to fight these urges. Then, a little over a century ago, the men at the Bull, Bear, and Boar club began to wonder about ways to bring these instincts out permanently."
As he listened, Dante smoked the excellent grass and casually massaged his cock and balls. Drawing on his extensive knowledge of the brain and how to alter it, he asked: "But to make it permanent, the rewiring of the brain would have to be continuous. Drugs wear off. A dude cums and then feels guilty that he jizzed to a ten-year-old getting his shitty ass plowed. And you can't live at the porno theater as much as we want to. What could keep up the pressure on reprogramming our instinct for long enough that it would be permanent?"
"Food."
Dante remained still against Ivan, the joint dangling from his lip, too stunned to move. Of course! Food and water were two constants that men ingested. If the right formula could be devised, food was how it could be distributed. At least to some. His mind was whirling. "But how could you control that much food," he eventually asked.
Ivan huffed heavily and exhaled over Dante's head, letting the pungent smoke settle over the German's messy blond hair. "Do it think it is an accident that the world's food supply is run by a few companies? Ten to be precise. We own them all, plus every major agricultural enterprise from seed to fertilizer to harvesters." Dante returned to stunned silence. This was so much bigger than he'd ever guessed.
"So you control production. You control distribution. Which means you have half of the equation. Which also means there's something missing from the other half."
Ivan kissed the top of Dante's head tenderly. "There's a reason you are a boy genius. And fortunately, it is your specialty. We still haven't perfected the compounds that push men over the edge into their raunchy nature. We have the delivery mechanism, now we just need the drugs." Dante was only half-listening, knowing the truth even before Ivan explained it. He also realized that this is what he'd been training for his whole young life without realizing it. Why he had focused on neuroscience, and the brain, and how to alter it in unique ways -- both revolutionary and evolutionary ways.
He turned himself over until he was facing Ivan, scooting himself up so their cocks ground together. "I'll do it."
Ivan kissed him passionately before he continued, "You'll have everything you need. No one will ever say no to any request, any expense, any requirement. We have labs and scientists around the world, and everything we've accomplished so far is yours. All the notes; all the research. Can you start tomorrow?"
Dante kissed him back, matching passion for passion. "I can start now."
Ivan shook his head. "Nope. Now, we celebrate." Dante heard some clatter above their hands along the balcony and saw a variety of men and boys, including very young boys, appear along the balcony railing. All were naked and hard, from tiny little cocklets to dicks massive in their length and girth. And as if on cue, they all began pissing. Streams of hot urine cascaded down on Ivan and Dante below, crossing and combining to become a veritable waterfall. The fall from the second story meant the torrent landed hard against their naked skin, drenching them in a powerful deluge of piss. The pair writhed and snogged under the gallons and gallons of flowing urine, their couch turning into a piss-soaked island in a sea of recycled pig water and beer. The sharp, rank smell of piss assaulted their noses with pleasure and they drank what they could from the cascading fountain. But there was so much -- Dante couldn't see how many pissers were above them but it felt legion.
When at last the streams died down, the troop of pissers descended down a corner spiral staircase to the the now piss-drenched main room. Wiping the dripping piss from his face and eyes, Dante now could spot the unmistakable resemblances to Ivan. As the two of the disentangled themselves and stood up from the piss-logged couch, Ivan said, "Dante, you will be the first Rammer in the Bull, Bear, and Boar brotherhood. We hope you will have and raise many sons in the ways of pig sex. Until then, I invite you to join the Truescats. These are my father, uncles, brothers, nephews, and of course..." he said opening his arms wide as two naked twins ran towards him, "my sons."
Two angelic little boys ran into their father's muscular arms as he squatted down to greet them. Their gap-toothed kiddie smiles beamed wide as they collided with their father, only to begin making out with him with their little swirling tongues in a wet three-way kiss. Dante looked on with wonder and lust as Ivan effortlessly slid a pair of fingers from each hand between their perky, pert asscheeks, and finger fucked them while they snogged. When at last he broke off their kiss, he stood and held up both hands. Dante could see the fingers were coated with shit like peanut butter. Hungrily he immediately took the right fingers in his mouth. "Fuck yeah, suck my boy's nasty kiddie shit off my big daddy fingers. Dirty and stinking right from their reeking little cunts. That's Ryder's tasty shit you're sucking down. Fuck yeah, Dante, savor the taste of raw sewage from his tight boy hole. And here's Riley's hot stinking mess. Yeah, suck those shitty fingers clean you fucking perv pig."
Dante was in a state of ecstasy overload, his cock dripping a steady stream as he took in everything around him as he sucked and swallowed little boy shit. The two cherubic twins were under their father, sucking his balls while their dad feed Dante the contents of their little boy cunts. Around them Truescats of every size and age had gathered in the room -- on the piss-drenched floor; along leather couches; in front of the roaring fireplace. A contents of a humidor in the room had obviously been generously relieved, as men and boys alike fired up fine Cubans and filled the air with manly, stinking gar smoke. There was already fucking, sucking, fisting, and shitting happening all around him.
When Dante and Ivan were content that the four slobber-wet fingers had been sucked clean of shit, Ivan stood back, freeing his balls from their incestuous home in his boys' tiny mouths, and pointed to the two feral twins on the floor, panting and faces wet with their own slobber. "They are yours Dante. I give my seed over to you to do whatever you want." Dante's mind whirled with possibilities.
"Hands and knees boys," the young German genius ordered, "your shitty, stinking asses up in the air." The twins scrambled in position without question or hesitation. Dante looked on in wonder, thinking about how long Ivan must have been training them to be pigs. Dante knelt between them, his hands wandering up and down their unwashed trench and puckered pink and brown little holes. "Yeah, filthy buttholes full of stinking crap. You boys fucking reek. I can smell your hot boicunts from here, packed with rank, dirty sludge." Here he slide two fingers each into Ryder and Riley, just as their father had done.
"Yeah, Dante," Ivan growled, standing behind him. "Finger my sons. Loosen up their filthy, raunchy holes." He was stroking his massive cock, slicking it up with hocks of spit as he looked on the scene below him on the floor. He called out, "Uncle Peter, you packed with turds old man? Yeah, shit out a big `ol stinkin log for Dante and me." Dante quivered in pleasure hearing this, but continued his ministrations on the twins. He worked three fingers into their widening holes, now truly feeling just how packed the tiny tunnels were. Right away and from side to side his probing adult fingers pushed through mushy, thick shit.
Sliding in and out, his fingers grew increasingly coated until it was impossible to see skin anymore. The stench of boy shit rose to his nose like a gift. Ever so swiftly he'd bring one hand up to rub over his face, lips, hair, and tongue, shoving the shit coated digits up his nose as well before quickly returning them to warm embrace of kiddie cunt. Back and forth he went, smearing Ryder's shit over himself, then Riley's, then Ryder's, then Riley's. At some point three fingers became four, each stack sliding in and out of their respective boy, who pushed and bucked against his probing -- always wanting, always needing more.
Lost in the haze of his finger fucking and shit smearing rhythm with the little boys, Dante started a bit when he felt Ivan behind him. He moaned as Ivan slid his massive cock into Dante's wanton whore cunt, and he pushed his ass back to take every inch. He moaned even louder when Ivan reached around him, and presented a long, thick log of solidly-packed shit, clearly a gift of Uncle Peter's generous pig hole. He began sucking on the turd like a cock, making love to it with his mouth. Behind him, Ivan whispered in his ear, "Suck on some prime Truescat shit, you fuckin' filthy pig whore. You fucking love this don't you, wallowing in shit, getting fucked, working little kiddie holes like the deviant perv you are. Fuck yeah, Dante. I know because we all love it too. Together we're going to give this gift to every man and boy in the world. You and me Dante. We're going to make it happen."
In addition to all the cigar smoke filling the room, Dante could seeing thick billowing white clouds. As if sensing their need, a pair of athletic teens carried over a carved teak box full of glass pipes. Looking every bit like they had just stepped off the lacrosse field, the teens put a pipe each in Riley's and Ryder's mouths, then cooking up the contents with butane torches. Dante looked on with animal lust as the two little boys expertly inhaled and blew out whirling clouds. Their little bodies shuddered as they hit the pipe and let the meth's magic flow through them. Once done, the preppy, frat boy jocks provided the same service to Dante and Ivan. Dante's shitty lips wrapped around the pipe as the teen fired him up, and he felt himself getting beautifully spun. Ivan continued to plow him from behind as he blew thick clouds over his backside. Fuckkkk he felt so good, Dante thought to himself as he finished the pipe and went back to sucking on the massive turd that Ivan still held for him and his piggish pleasure.
"Now," Ivan whispered in his ear while he fucked. "Punch into their shitty little cunts. No need to be gentle now. They want it. They want their shit-packed boy guts raped by your massive fists. Fist my little boys Dante. Punch all that nasty, stinking shit out of them." Dante, balled up his fists and pushed his way in. The boys screaming in pleasure and pain as he sank into their shitty holes, their tight cuntlips sucking him in past the wrist. Ivan began fucking him harder too, and no longer gently held out his uncle's stinking shitlog for Dante, but smashed it into the German's face. All of their piggish sex became harder, faster, nastier. Dante pulled his fists out of the twins only to punch right back in, sinking deeper and deeper each time. Shit coated his arms and ran in streams out of their ravaged holes, pooling on the floor beneath them. Ivan pounded him mercilessly, using his shitty hands to yank Dante's puffy nipples to the ripping point. He bit into the young German's neck and shoulders as they fucked, savoring the taste of him. "Fuck yeah you nasty fucking pig. Destroy my boys, fucker. Make them your shitty meat puppets while I fuck you."
Dante sensed rather than fully registered that all the men and boys in the room were gathering around them. Naked, shit-coated flesh pressed in on them from all sides; hard cocks slapping their skin as the four of them rutted on the floor. The stink of unwashed men settled thick over them like a dense fog. He felt more hands on him beyond Ivan's, hands packed with shit that gruffly ground it into his hair, smeared it across his body, and coated his throbbing cock and churning balls. "More," he croaked out, too lost in pure pig lust to say anything else. Hands shoved shit down his throat, into his ears, up his nose. Putrid projectiles smacked and washed over them as some of the Truescats puked over the fucking and fisting quartet. Thick stomach bile dripped off them, and he used the stinking mess as lube to go deeper into Ivan's kiddie twins, sinking to his shoulders in each boy. They climbed up his arm, ever ready to take more into their tiny wrecked cunts.
"Nasty pig," Ivan roared as he slammed in and out of Dante. "Fuck, you are so beautiful man, coated in shit and puke, punchfucking my boys. Fuckin stinking like an open cesspool. Fuck yeah, we're gonna wallow in a cesspool forever Dante. Fucking live with me, and Ryder and Riley, coated in shit and puke all day, every day. Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! FUCKKKK..." Ivan gasped, plunging forward one last time, emptying his seed up Dante's ass.
Feeling Ivan flood his ass with gallons of jizz sent Dante over the edge. His shit-coated cock erupted hands-free, sending a fireworks display of creamy pig cum high into the air and back down, splattering over the prone twins being fist punched on the floor. It was enough to trigger the entire room, and all the shitty and puke-slimed cocks that poked at every inch of him began spewing cum by the bucketload. Thick ropes of jizz splattered across them, smothering their skin even more, mixing with all the raunch and filth that already coated their bodies. The twins jerked and twitched along Dante's arm, clearly in the throes of their own kiddie, dry orgasms.
Ivan, Dante, and the boys collapsed into a pile of heaving flesh as the rest of Truescat clan drifted away. The twins passed out immediately, leaving the two men to cuddle in the stinking heaps of putrid filth they'd created. Dante finally caught his breath enough to ask, "Were you serious about me moving in with you?"
"Of course," Ivan replied. "We'd love you to."
Dante nodded, adding "Good, because I think the inheritance from my uncle is about to run out, and I've trashed the apartment I found. I might need a place to live."
Ivan laughed loudly, earning a confused look from his filth-covered lover. "There was no long-lost dead uncle, Dante. That was us. We made sure you had the means to follow your heart -- your piggish heart. The apartment is ours too. We knew what you wanted, and we made sure it was presented to you during your internet searches."
Now it was Dante's turn to laugh. "Well, I guess I don't really have a choice in the matter do I? It looks like I'm destined to be the pig that brings filth to the rest of world -- just like you planned it."
Ivan looked him deep in the eyes and leaned in lovingly. "Exactly. We even have a place in mind for the first trials. It's a little town called Grassmore..." And with that, the future was sealed with a kiss.
The End!