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Welcome to the latest Piggysleaze series. It is set in the same "world" as some of my other stories, so I've provided a quick background summary if you haven't read those. This series is one of EXTREME raunch, including scat and puke, along with other degenerate themes. As always, do not read if younger than 18, and this work of fiction does not represent any real people. Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com
Backstory: By 2022 a secret cabal of filthy, degenerate, incestuous raunch families had attained the highest levels of power and money. They used their privilege, wealth, and positions of power to launch a scheme that had been decades in the making: filling the food and water supply with pharmaceuticals that would turn ordinary men into filth-craving, depraved pigs like themselves. For one of their first testing trials in the fall of '22, the cabal selected the small Midwestern town of Grassmore, population 1,000. This is what happened over the course of a week, as the additives began to affect the town's male inhabitants.
TUESDAY
Danny's Barber Shop was a Grassmore institution. "Danny" was in fact Daniele Raphael de Cazzo IV, the fourth generation to run the barber shop on Main Street, but of course everyone simply called him Danny. Just as he was an excellent barber who descended from other excellent barbers, most of Danny's customers were men and boys whose fathers and grandfathers had gotten haircuts in the very same spot. There was only one barber chair -- Danny worked alone. And there was a huge waiting area because demand was so high. But it was a great space for men and their sons to wait together. Sports was always on the tv and there were magazines for every interest. For twenty cents you could help yourself to a candy stick from the big jar that Danny kept full of the colorful confections. Given the long wait-times, there was also a bit on an unofficial tradition in Grassmore that boys could miss an hour or two of school on a weekday if their dads needed to take them to Danny's. So, it was no surprise to the barber that when he came to unlock the front door of his shop on Tuesday morning, there were already two sets of dads and sons waiting for him.
Danny was actually running late by the time he got the door unlocked and invited his customers in, apologizing for the delay. Somehow, he just couldn't seem to stop jacking off. He'd spent all morning pounding his big Italian sausage. He'd recently taken up smoking for no other reason than it made him feel horny and sexy. Now he found himself smoking reds and stroking his cock all the time. He'd drained his balls in bed before getting up, watching with satisfaction as his creamy load splattered all over his hairy chest of thick, black fur. He'd shot another load at breakfast, beating his meat at the kitchen table and then dumping the creamy jizz over his ham and eggs before digging in. His chiseled features and perpetually scruffy face broke out into a grin as he savored his cum-flavored meal in between drags of another red. He'd shot a load on his front porch, chain smoking and jacking off in full view of the street and his neighbors, but somehow he didn't care. Then he'd shot another load on the toilet while smoking some more and taking a dump. He'd aimed his thick jizz onto the massive turds that lay piled up in the bowl, looking longingly and hungrily at his mess. It was only the chime of his inherited grandfather clock in the hallway that pulled him out of his raunchy haze, telling him that he was already late to opening the shop up for the day. He threw on jeans and a t-shirt, skipping underwear entirely, and hurried on foot the handful of blocks to the barber shop.
Of course, he didn't tell any of this to his waiting customers, both of whom he recognized. There was George "Dutch" Dutchman and his nine-year-old son Kenny. Dutch was primarily a housepainter, but also an overall handyman around town. He was a thick-necked burly guy from his old high school football days, short and stocky. Today he was wearing just a pair of denim overalls that were crusty with dried paint of just about every color and hue. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so the overall suspenders and bib barely covered his still barrel-like chest and impressive nipples. His son Kenny was a bit of a fireplug himself, with a face full of freckles and a mop of reddish-brown hair that clearly was the main reason the pair was at Danny's first thing on a Tuesday morning.
Then there was Nate Evercott, although everyone knew the accountant's nickname in high school had been Nate Evercock, given that the man was hung like a horse and a horndog through and through. Somehow, against all odds, he'd only managed to knock up one girl, which produced his own nine-year-old boy Skip, whom Nate adored. Sadly, that sperm lottery was stacked against poor Nate otherwise, leading him to a shotgun wedding with the meanest, bitchiest, nastiest cunt in Grassmore.
In the intervening years, Nate had turned from ladies' man into pure schmo. Standing outside Danny's, he was dressed in nerdy, ill-fitting short-sleeved button down and a pair of too baggy khakis that did nothing to show off his once-famous trouser trout. And from Danny's professional perspective, the worst was that Nate tried to cover up his balding with a terrible comb-over. The two dads were from different sides of the proverbial tracks, and it was evident that they didn't know each other much more than in passing. But their two boys were in the same fourth grade class and thick as thieves. They were whispering conspiratorially with each other as Danny turned on the shop's lights, tv, and other equipment, as well as donning his barber's smock over his t-shirt. When he was finally ready, he asked, "O.K. who's first and am I doing just the boys or the dads too?"
Inside his head, Danny replayed what he had just said and knew that the wording wasn't an accident. In addition to taking up smoking and constantly wanking, Danny was increasingly distracted by his customers. Every one of them turned him on, even poor old Nate. But especially his young customers. Every day that little boys came into his shop he got hornier and hornier, thinking of all the nasty things he wanted to do to them. And to their dads. And to the boys with their dads. Damn, thought Danny, I'm boning up already. It was going to be a long day...
Nate spoke up to answer his question, his voice hesitant, like he wasn't used to being able to speak freely. "Dutch and Kenny were here first. Skip and I can wait." With that, he plopped down in a chair and pulled Skip towards him, situating his son on his lap. Given that there were about 30 empty chairs, Danny thought Skip sitting on Nate's lap was odd, but hot. He wondered about that infamous cock and if it was stiffening under little Skip's tiny ass.
Dutch headed to the barber's chair as he announced, "Go ahead and trim me up first. Kenny, go over and sit next to Mr. Evercock ... I mean Evercott ... while Danny fixes me up." He blushed at his mistake, but Danny also thought he caught the painter rubbing his crotch a bit before the barber's cape went over him. After chit-chatting a minute over Dutch's preferred cut specifications and the latest weather, Danny used the mirrored wall to watch Nate and his son Skip, as he began Dutch's haircut. Nestled on his father's lap, Skip leaned back against his dad, nuzzling hard against his chest. For his part, Nate started by hugging his boy to him, but as Danny watched, the hug became more and more sensual, running his hands slightly up and down the boy's chest. Dutch was watching the show in the mirror too, and Danny could see his hand moving back and forth across his crotch under the black cape. The barber's own cock was rock hard as well, as he simultaneously attempted to pay attention to Dutch's haircut and his other customers.
Danny tried to return to simple banter to help bring his attention back to Dutch. "You got any jobs lined up Dutch?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Dutch, "got a house to repaint this afternoon. Some old bitch said something about how she couldn't stay in Grassmore anymore. She picked up and left, so her son emptied out the entire house of all its crap, so he could move in and turn it into a bachelor pad. Told me to paint it anything but pink."
Danny chuckled, adding as he snipped his scissors, "Yeah, I'm hearing a lot of stories like that. Not that I'm complaining..."
Suddenly Nate spoke up from the back row of chairs: "I kicked Jessica out." Danny paused his cutting and both he and Dutch turned around in surprise to look at the hen-pecked Nate. It was hard to concentrate because Nate had stripped off Skip's Mighty Mouse t-shirt and was actively massaging his nine-year-old boy's naked torso. Even more distracting was Dutch's boy Kenny, who was leaning across between his chair and theirs to kiss the lips of the half-naked boy on his daddy's lap. Nate continued, as if none of this were happening, "Couldn't take her anymore. Her voice. Her perfume. Her nasty cunt. So, I told her if she didn't leave, I was going to publish the pictures of her fucking the family dog back when she was 18. She didn't know that her daddy had given me those before he passed." Young Skip and Kenny were actively making out now, as Nate continued his story, tweaking his little boy's tits as he talked. "Then, just for good measure, this little guy," he paused to proudly rub Skip's mop of unruly hair, "pulled down my gym shorts right in front of her and started sucking my cock. Right there on the kitchen floor. While she was screaming bloody murder, he pulled off my cock and said, and I quote, 'fuck off you worthless cunt.'"
By now Danny and Dutch were opening rubbing their oozing cocks. Between Nate's story, his open molestation of his boy, and the make out session between the two nine-year-olds, both barber and client were horned as fuck. "Fuck I need a smoke," Danny muttered, setting down his scissors as he reached for his pack of reds.
"I'll take one," Skip asserted authoritatively, with Kenny piping up, "Me too." Danny sensed tacit acceptance from their fathers, and handed each fourth grader a cigarette, as well as giving them a light. To his delight there was no silly hacking or coughing as if it was the boys' first time. The two nine-year-olds smoked like pros, taking long hands-free drags deep into their lungs and blowing the smoke out their nostrils. Nate hugged his boy harder against his chest as the youth smoked, squeezing his tits more and more forcefully. Dutch in the barber's chair had thrown off the barber's cape and unhitched his overalls to get has his throbbing nine-inch cock and began jacking hard at the scene. Danny meanwhile ripped off his barber's smock and unzipped his jeans, openly smoking and stroking as he stood and watched the boys lewdly enjoy their cigarettes while Nate administered to his boy's obviously insatiable tits. The barber and the client both busted out their loads simultaneously, with Danny aiming his jizz all over Dutch's chest while the burly man added his own ropes of cream to his hairy pecs.
"Fuck, I needed that," Dutch growled, not bothering to re-hitch his overalls.
"Me too," agreed Danny, as he picked up the scissors and resumed Dutch's haircut. He kicked off his jeans, so that he was shirtcocking as he worked, also not bothering to recover himself with the smock. "You guys should get more comfortable," he called over his shoulder to the adult and two boys in this waiting area. The kids stubbed out their cigs on the floor and then proceeded to strip naked, their small but admirable cocks sticking stiffly from their bodies. As much as Nate had come out of his shell just a few minutes before, he obviously still had a ways to go. He stayed dressed, only hauling out his once-famous dick through the fly of his trousers. It was indeed a thing of beauty -- pushing past a foot in length to a good 13 inches, with long, thick veins and a hood of uncut flesh that stretched another couple of inches. Dutch let out a long whistle.
"Kenny, why don't you get in there and give Mr. Evercock a little servicing," the painter said, winking at Nate through the mirror at the intentional name swap. Both Skip and Kenny, now naked, climbed back onto the row of chairs, taking ones on either side of Nate. They then proceeded to share his beautiful meat between them. As the two boys licked and slurped along the shaft, Dutch restarted the conversation with Nate that had gotten them all distracted. "So how long ago did you send the bitch packing," he asked, looking at Nate through the mirror as Danny worked on his hair.
Nate manspread back in the chair as the boys ministered to his cock. "About a week ago. Funny enough, Skip and I had started our father-son relationship just the night before."
"Yeah, that's about when Kenny and I fucked for the first time too," said Dutch, already stroking his chub back to hardness. "Of course, it has just been the two of us for a few years now, but one night -- like you said, about a week ago -- I just realized that we needed to be lovers." Danny gave a final snip of the scissors and declared Butch's haircut done. Butch looked it over in the mirror and nodded his approval. Making no move to get up from the chair, he called over: "Kenny, come on over and let's get that mop top of yours cleaned up." Kenny reluctantly gave up his position on one side of Nate's massive pole and reported to the barber's chair. Without missing a beat, he climbed up into his dad's lap which was already sporting another full erection. The nine-year-old pulled his asscheeks apart and sat down on his father's cock, sinking all the way down as his child's voice groaned in lewd pleasure. "Now remember," Butch said to his son, "no squirming or bouncing around while Danny's cutting your hair. Just sit still." Kenny nodded, open mouthed and drooling as he made final adjustments on his daddy's dick, and Danny got to work with the scissors.
Meanwhile, Nate whispered something in Skip's ear as he fished out a dollar from his wallet. The cute nine-year-old practically ran over to the candy jar with it, his pert erection bouncing ahead of him. He grabbed a handful of old-fashioned hard candy sticks and brought them back to his father, then resumed his position draped over the chairs so he could go back to sucking and chewing on his dad's enormous cock. As the rest of the barbershop watched in the mirror, Nate took one candy stick after another and calmly inserted them into his boy's young, tight cunt. Skip moaned loudly with each new addition and murmured "more" and "fuck yeah, daddy" around the head of Nate's leaking cock. Stick after stick disappeared into Skip's hole, Nate counting out loud to five, as if he were giving his son a lesson in his numbers. Once the fifth one was completely gone inside his son's guts, Nate then ordered his boy to climb up and straddle his cock.
"Holy fuck, Nate," Danny gasped, "can he really take that monster?"
Nate just beamed with fatherly pride and said, "watch him." Once again, Danny set down his scissors and took his cock in hand as the little, thin, wiry nine-year-old began to sink down on what was widely regarded to be the biggest cock in town. The fact that he also already had five sticks of hard candy in his ass seemed to make no difference. The boy lowered himself inch by inch. His classmate Kenny called out a stream of filthy encouragement from his angelic little mouth: "Yeah, you fucking little fuck whore. Take your daddy's giant horsecock in your tight little cunt. Fuck yeah, Skip, keep going. Bottom out on that pedo daddy cock you little slut fucker."
Since his haircut had been paused, Kenny also took the opportunity start bouncing on his own dad's cock as he spewed a stream of filth talk. As hot as Dutch fucking Kenny in his barber's seat was, Danny couldn't keep his eyes off Nate and Skip. The little boy was a pro, sliding down a few inches, then back up a couple to adjust, then back down a few more, going down closer and closer to the base of his father's monster meat. And then, with a sigh that rolled his eyes up into his head, he pushed the rest of the way and bottomed out along the last few inches until he was snug against his dad's hairy balls. The rest of the barber shop cheered as father and son sat motionless for a minute, luxuriating in the perverted pleasure of their coupling.
And then Skip began riding again, sliding up and down the endless inches of the shaft, almost to the tip, but never enough that his father's pedophile meat might slip out of him. His coordination and skill were Olympian-level as he rode his beaming father's dick faster and faster. Up and down, he turned Nate's cock into a driving piston, going deep into his candy-filled guts. In fact, Nate could sometimes feel his cock pushing the hard candy sticks deeper into the recesses of his son's young intestines. Watching it all in the mirror, Dutch and Kenny were also fucking like maniacs, Kenny bouncing on his father's fireplug cock like a ragdoll. Danny jerked his thick Italian meat faster and faster too. All of them were coated in sweat as the perverted scene produced waves of heat and manly stink. The room echoed with moans and grunts and begging for harder, faster, deeper, and more. "FUUCCCKKK, I'm cumming." They lost track of who said it first because they were all blasting at the same time. "FUUCCKKK, ahhh God, FUCCKKK, I'm cumming so hard..." Both boys felt their guts flood with hot daddy jizz, as gallons of scalding cream filled their holes. Meanwhile, Danny blasted his load all over young Kenny's face, coating his sweet boyish features with layer after layer of steaming cum. Both boys spasmed with dry orgasms as their rigid child cocks twitched and oozed a bit. Their dads knew instinctively that they'd be pumping out real loads one day soon, in spite of their young age.
Danny picked up his pack of reds and passed out another round of cigs and lights to the boys. He clutched his own red in his mouth, smoking handsfree as he finished Kenny's haircut, cum dripping off the boy's angelic face. Young Skip slowly rose up off his impalement of daddy cock, and lay down on the floor, smoking away as the cum oozed out of his hole. When Danny completed his final snips, and both father and son declared it looked good, Kenny looked up at his dad and asked in a precious nine-year-old voice of hopefulness, "Daddy, can I have the candy now?" Dutch smiled down at his boy, sitting comfortably atop his deflating but still half-chubbed cock, and nodded his ascent.
Kenny scampered down and joined his friend on the floor. As the adults watched, he used three of his tiny fingers to reach into Skip's still-puffy, red hole. Going deeper he added a fourth finger, before Skip's cunt sucked in his entire hand. The men gawked at the sight of the two little nine-year-olds engaged in fisting on the barbershop floor. But when candy is involved, boys knew no limits, and sure enough, Kenny quickly shouted in triumph, "Got one!" Pulling out his hand from his classmate's gaping cunt, he held up a stick of candy coated in Nate's cum and a little bit of creamy, churned up boy shit. Looking quite solemn in his boyish way, he handed it to Skip and said, "you should have the first one." Then he reached back into the boy's cunt as if he were merely rooting around in a cookie jar, looking for candy stick number two.
Danny chuckled appreciatively at the horny and perverted display before turning to Nate. "Nate, it looks like your boy is going to be a while. I want you to strip out of those clothes and come to my chair." Dutch hopped up to relinquish the seat and headed over to the waiting area with his overalls still down around his ankles. Nate hesitated for a moment and then nodded, kicking off his shoes and removing his ill-fitting trousers. He took off his shirt next, and Danny was surprised to see he had on a tight-fitting wifebeater tanktop underneath it. When Nate moved to take it off next, Danny said, "No, leave that on."
So, Nate climbed into the barber's chair in just his wifebeater, his freakish snake of cock flopping off the edge of the seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Kenny had managed to retrieve another stick from Skip's bowels, this one even more covered in white and brown. Ever the polite young boy, he handed it to his father, who popped the jizz and scat-covered confectionary treat into his mouth, savoring the mix of sugar, cum, and shit. Danny turned his attention back to Nate. "Nate, you are so fucking hot. But that shrew you knocked up made you forget what a stud you are. Just because you are an accountant doesn't mean you need to look like one. You should look like the scorching hot dude with biggest cock in town because that's what you are." Nate looked up at his barber with pure gratitude for what he was saying. His eyes even welled up a bit. Danny leaned down and kissed him, gently at first and then with more and more passion as they attacked each other's mouths. The spit-fueled snog simply reinforced Danny's speech ... Nate was hot as fuck and needed to look it. When at last they broke off their make out session, Nate just nodded and Danny went to work.
First, the barber took his clippers and shaved off the terrible comb-over. Then he lathered the top of Nate's head with hot, steaming shaving cream. Pulling out his straight-razor from the drawer, he slowly and sensually shaved Nate down to the skull. Between passes he and Nate made out some more, exploring each other with their mouths. Danny rooted around in Nate's ears and up both his nostrils with his hungry tongue, and Nate reciprocated. A few inches of shaved scalp at a time, Nate transformed into a handsome skinhead. Dutch was watching the transformation too, and suddenly hopped up and hitched one of his suspenders together so that he could walk more easily. "Be right back," he said as he headed out of the shop to his truck. He returned quickly with a pair of well-worn brown workboots, that appeared to be stained with copious amounts of piss, cum, or both. Danny nodded at the suggestion, and as the last line of shaving cream disappeared under the razor's pass, he also said, "be right back" and ducked behind the curtain into his storage room. Sure enough, he spotted the dirty pair of running shorts he'd tossed in there a couple months ago. Grabbing the boots from Dutch, and brought the pile to Nate and said, "put these on."
A few moments later, Kenny shouted in excitement from the floor of the barber shop, even with most of his arm stuffed up his friend's cunt, "Wow, Mr. Evercock, you look fucking hot." Sure enough, the man who stood before them was entirely transformed. His skinhead cut set off a handsome and surprisingly rugged face that had been hidden under his combover and perpetually hang-dog look. His wifebeater tank top showed off his chest and arms, leading down to the nearly translucent, skimpy Adidas running shorts. Wearing them commando style meant that Nate's massive cock snaked out the opening and down his bare, hairy legs. And finally, his newly donated workboots completed the effect of making him look like a complete bad-ass.
Both Danny and Dutch were springing wood again just at the sight of him. They both started jacking hard and furiously all over again, moved into pure animal lust by the handsome man who stood before them. Danny grabbed Nate's shoulder and pushed him down into a kneel, as he and Dutch slid up on either side of the smooth, shaved dome of Nate's skull. In spite of impressive loads they'd already released that morning, both men were cumming in less than a minute, as if they were teenagers in a "who can cum first" race. The thick, creamy ropes splattered all over Nate's skinhead and he moaned in pleasure as the hot spurts of cum scalded his freshly-shaved head. He reached up and began rubbing the cum into his skull, and felt two more bursts of hot liquid as Danny and Dutch began hosing down the transformed skinhead in their piss. Nate happily alternated between rubbing the piss into his skin and drinking it down, even as the overflow soaked his wifebeater and shorts. As the streams dribbled down to a trickle, Danny looked down on the floor at the two boys still rutting around in a lewd fisting session.
"Skip," he said, "It looks like you're the only one left who needs a haircut."
It was Kenny who protested, whining in his child's voice, "But I haven't found all the candy yet."
Danny chuckled, struck how quickly the boy could swing from foul-mouthed whore to average nine-year-old. "Well," he said with a conspiratorial look at Nate who was standing up after the cum and piss christening of his new look, "my barber's chair as a secret." He went into the storage closet behind the curtain and came back with two metal pieces. Dutch and Nate looked at each other confusedly, until Danny went over to the chair and affixed them to the base. Then the two adults laughed as they finally recognized what they were: stirrups! Danny leaned the chair back so that the stirrups came up. "If you promise to keep still like Kenny did when he was getting his haircut, then I'll cut your hair while you lay in the stirrups and Kenny can keep looking for the rest of the candy sticks." Both boys shouted a celebratory "hurray" as Skip scrambled into a semi-reclined position with his legs hoisted up in the air.
The whole room paused to admire the beautiful young cunt on display, gaping open and ready for his friend to return to his arm-deep excavations. Kenny thrust his fist in without hesitation, working his way in deep. Danny took up position at the head of the chair and gave Skip one more reminder about keeping still while he cut. The boy's father watched the display proudly. He was thoroughly horned up from his cum and piss soaking, and the scene in front of him was just making him even hornier. Dutch knew the guy needed a hole fast, and he was dying for that famous cock. Pulling out a chair into the middle of the room, he positioned himself over it so that he and Nate could watch the boys while they fucked. Nate needed no more invitation than that, and slid his monster in the housepainter's quivering hole.
The next fifteen minutes were a complete perversion of a classic Norman Rockwell-esque scene. Yes, it was still a nine-year-old boy getting a kid's cut from the local barber on Main Street. Except the boy was naked and in stirrups, being fisted by a naked classmate, while both were smoking another round of reds. The barber was naked from the waist down, also smoking with deep, lung-fuck draws. The boy's father was standing in a puddle of piss and fucking one of his fellow townsmen over a chair, the two rutting in pure abandon as they watched their boys' fisting session. Even as some banal sports announcer played on the t.v. the room was filled with the sounds of fucking, moaning, grunting, and the squishing of a young boy's guts being plowed with an arm.
Everyone once in a while, Kenny would announce that he had recovered another candy stick. The final one came out just as Nate finished pumping his way to another orgasm deep into Dutch's hairy man cunt. "FUUCCKKK," he groaned as he emptied his heavy balls. Danny snipped his scissors theatrically and declared the boy's haircut done. Kenny walked around with one of the candy sticks in his mouth, and handed the remaining two to Danny and Nate, the only ones who hadn't gotten to taste the shit- and cum-covered treats from Skip's ass. Given that these last two had been fucked the deepest into the boy, there was more shit than cum on them, but everyone sucked on the sticks happily, savoring the taste.
Danny was still sucking on his candy stick when everyone finally got redressed and left. The barber and Nate exchanging one last passionate kiss and the promise of hooking up again soon. Danny smiled at the pile of clothes the accountant had left behind, and scooped them into the trash bin. Licking the last bit of boy shit from the end of his hard candy, Danny wondered happily what the rest of Tuesday would hold...