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Disclaimer and background: This is a new series that combines heavy raunch and light science fiction, along with a few other delicious depravities. It is extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its own if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18 and this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...its set in the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com and especially in this case. I'd love ideas on what young Jared encounters in the Hall of Pigs!
Jared squirmed excitedly in his school bus seat. The normally quiet and bookish 12-year-old was practically bouncing with pent-up anticipation as the bus navigated the downtown streets to the museum. He fidgeted at his school uniform, running his fingers across his school-issued crusty and stained jockstrap. With his other hand he rubbed his puffy tits under his equally stained open-sided tank top emblazoned with the school logo (a fully rosebudded mancunt) and school motto "Libido Ante Omnia," or "Lust before everything." His unkempt mop of dusty blond hair was slightly damp from perspiration as he rode along in the packed and sweltering school bus. The vehicle reeked of sweaty boys, as well as the acrid smell of weed and piss, mostly from the rowdy boys in the back. None of the field trip chaperones seemed to notice. In fact, the fathers who had volunteered for chaperone duty were passing back and forth their own fat blunts while casually jerking each other off.
At last the bus pulled up in front of a palatial building, discharging 40 excited sixth-graders and five adults in various states of nakedness and minimal attire (a ripped pair of boxers here, an open flannel cutoff shirt there), including Mr. Cummingham, their teacher and coach. The four-pack of slightly stoned dads brought up the rear, ensuring none of the rambunctious boys wandered off. Their massive cocks were still out and hard, not that Jared noticed much. Instead, he was looking up in awe at the golden letters on the massive marble building that announced their destination: The Hall of Pigs. "All right," Mr. Cummingham called out, "remember to stay together once we are inside. This is a museum, boys, so inside voices, no running, and no shouting unless you are fucking or getting fucked. And be sure to follow instructions and pay attention. You will be getting a grade on this." This last directive earned a chorus of whines and moans from most of the boys, but Jared just nodded dutifully. He wasn't going to miss a thing and would definitely score an A+ when they returned to school.
The group passed through the doors and into a five-story domed atrium. Jared stopped in his tracks, jaw literally dropping as he took in the museum's massive entry hall. At the center stood a giant throbbing penis, forty feet tall and oozing precum in constant rivulets that ran down the side into a milky pool in the floor. Except for its enormity, the sculpture/fountain was amazingly lifelike, perfectly capturing the swollen veins and pulsing heat of a man's cock. Jared had read that the Cock Tower also spurted gallons of harvested real cum every hour, showering delighted museum visitors with the hourly spectacle. Around the multi-story phallus floated a series of swirling holograms, each depicting hot, sweaty sex between men and boys of all ages. The pornographic show spiraled around the sculptural centerpiece, depicting fucking, fisting, pissing, shitting and more. As each scene worked its way downwards it disappeared into the floor, while new scenes emerged from ceiling to begin a gradual descent. Jared's eyes were particularly drawn to a young teen leaning against a large mastiff hound, casually sucking the canine's cock while his own splayed-open cunt was being punchfucked by his father. Jared's own cock was leaking as much as the sculpture as the scene drifted downwards and finally disappeared. "Jared," called Mr. Cummingham, "come on. This way..." Jared shook himself out of his reverie and ran to catch up to his classmates as they passed through an archway marked "In the Beginning."
As they entered, a disembodied voice began his narration in a soothing baritone: "For centuries, men were denied their true nature as rutting, filth-loving pigs. Cultures created taboos against same-sex love, familial love, bestial love, and the love of all that a man's body naturally produces." The school group moved past cases filled with images and artifacts from the olden days: pictures and movies of men marrying women; laws banning all kinds of acts that Jared couldn't believe were ever outlawed, like father-son fucking. He never knew a time when he and his father didn't have sex. Several of the boys were guffawing at a case displaying something called "deodorant," and a label that explained how it was used to ensure men DIDN'T sweat or stink. Fortunately, deodorant had been outlawed in the early 2030s.
The voice continued: "Men's evolution was stunted, stymied by these cultural norms. Puberty didn't begin until age 12 or later for most boys. Many didn't experience their first orgasm until their early teens. Men often required long periods of rest between orgasms and later in life, often lost the ability to get hard or cum at all." Jared's classmates all were wide-eyed with disbelief, even as the gallery showed the images and statistics of these dark ages. Like all boys these days, Jared's first orgasm had basically coincided with learning to walk and talk. His cock was already nine inches long at 12-years-old, and he expected to join the "full foot" club by eighth grade, just as his two older brothers had. And rest between orgasms? Why would you do that? Everyone Jared knew, from his father to his teacher to the mailman came a dozen times a day or more, often in rapid succession during regular orgies or ruts. He also couldn't understand why age was such a problem. His grandfather regularly fucked him and his brothers with all the stamina and prodigious amounts of cum he'd enjoyed in his youth. Jared was glad when the tone of the narrator changed as they continued down the gallery, suggesting they were moving into a less grim portion of the museum's history display.
"But in the shadows and behind the scenes, a small group of dedicated raunch pigs worked to secure power, money, education, and influence that might one day break men out of this terrible cycle. By the early 2000s, a powerful cabal of incestuous pig families were finally able to execute the plans that had been formulated in secret for generations. Working through a carefully-cultivated network of research facilities, they created a series of medical breakthroughs that unlocked the true bestial nature of men that had been bred out of them for eons." Jared noticed many of his classmates were getting bored by the presentation of scientific information in this section. His lab partner Robby had dropped to his knees and was sucking off his chaperoning father rather than pay attention. But Jared was fascinated.
"They started with chemical compounds." Jared jumped a bit, not realizing that Mr. Cummingham had come up behind him to speak softly into his ear so as not to disturb the other museum guests. Jared also felt three of his teacher's thick fingers slide into his ass as this very personal history lesson began. Jared acknowledged that he was something of a teacher's pet, but he loved the attention Mr. Cummingham gave him. He pushed back against his teacher's probing fingers. Mr. Cummingham continued his history lesson: "At first they had to focus on boosting testosterone, increasing blood flow, extrapolations from party drugs to lower inhibitions, that sort of thing. The original Families of Pigs had taken over all the major food and agriculture businesses by that point, and began feeding their creations into the world-wide food chain. By the 2020s, men were unknowingly ingesting a steady supply of sexual enhancers that began to change everything." Mr. Cummingham was practically cooing his story into Jared's ear as he worked his whole fist into the boy's loose hole. He drooled as he talked, soaking the side of Jared's face with warm spit. Far from being distracted, Jared was eager to learn more and slid down his teacher's arm to ensure their connection and private lesson continued. He also reached over and started stroking his teacher's throbbing, oozing cock.
Mr. Cummingham did continue: "Men began to rediscover the bonds between men. Fucking. Fisting. Sharing piss and spit and sweat. With men increasingly horny and needing constant release, the old taboos began to crumble as they should have done ages ago. Incest. Bestiality. Scat. Puke. Once the population began to alter their behavior, the original Pig Families didn't have to hide in the shadows anymore. Government programs began. New research was funded. Rather than look for external means of change, they turned to unlocking the very DNA that made men men. They discovered the genes that had been dormant for millennia and made them even better, enhancing our cocks and balls and gaping holes from the moment we are born." Jared moaned as the instructional lecture coincided with his teacher spurting cum into the boy's hand, as if to punctuate his historic narrative. When the thick ropes of jizz slacked, Jared brought his cupped palm to his mouth and slurped the warm pig batter. Mr. Cummingham concluded his lesson. "Within a generation the genetic code had been put right again, giving men all the pleasures and sexual prowess that had been missing or domesticated out of him."
As if on cue, the museum's automated program lit up another display. Sadly, Mr. Cummingham pulled his hand out of Jared's cunt so the boy could pay better attention, sucking his student's creamy shit off his fingers as he walked away to check on the other students. The museum's voice continued: "The XY Accords of 2075 finalized the process by ensuring all future progeny would be male, and by creating worldwide genetics and incubator facilities to foster a new utopia of sexually primed, uninhibited fathers and sons. The old rules and taboos had finally been broken, leaving men to completely dedicate themselves to their original animalistic desires." The lights in the gallery brightened slightly as the program ended, revealing several pairings and threesome of horny twelve-year-olds who had abandoned paying attention to the museum's history interpretation in order to fuck on the floor and against the cases. Mr. Cummingham shook his head, but Jared detected amusement and desire behind his eyes.
"All right, all right...break it up you guys. They'll be plenty of time for that. Pay attention, now, because this is where you get to explore the museum on your own." Jared's classmates reluctantly disengaged in order to get their instructions. "There are twelve galleries and halls in the museum, three on each of the four floors above us. If you get lost, just work your way back to the giant Cock Tower, and you'll be able to see everything from the atrium. You have three hours before we meet back on this floor for the noon cum blast, which I hear is the biggest of the day, so you don't want to miss it. Any questions?" Naturally no one spoke up, so the teacher led his class to the door that opened back onto the atrium. He paused at a large bin, reaching in and pulling out handfuls of bejeweled cockrings. As he and the dad chaperones passed them out, Mr. Cummingham gave his final instructions. "Remember, this is an interactive museum. There are twelve glass 'gems" in your cockring, one for each gallery or hall. If you successfully interact and engage with each one, a jewel will light up. I will collect the cockrings when we gather at noon and you will be graded on how many jewels you have activated." As the boys slipped the bejeweled stainless steel cockrings on, they looked nervously at each other, hoping they got enough for a good grade. But Jared was confident. He was determined to visit all twelve galleries in the time they had AND earn a jewel for each one.
"O.K.," Mr. Cummingham concluded as he opened the door to the rest of the Hall of Pigs. "Have fun and see you at noon." Jared was the first out the door. Now all he had to decide was which gallery was first.
To be continued...