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. Thanks for the feedback received so far. Some filthy suggestions made it into this chapter so keep 'em cumming...
It was six months later and I was back at Marco's Pig Iron Gym. Junior and I had been busy in the meantime. Looking at the outside you wouldn't know the millions of dollars I had happily poured into my new lover's place. It still looked like a decades-old decrepit gym surrounded by bombed out neighborhoods. Junior had even kept the name. He hated his old man and loved the idea of using his name to create the most deviant pig haven on the planet. The only difference was a discrete but hugely secure parking lot--one that could accommodate everything from 18-wheeler trucks to half million-dollar Maseratis, with men able to come and go in complete privacy--even when covered from head to toe in layers of raunchy filth.
The inside still looked the same too--at least at first glance. It was still an old school gym for everyone who loved the smell and feel of testosterone-dripping pigs in hot, dank, close quarters. But it only took a few seconds to realize this was very, very different. The first thing that hit you was the smell--the sweet smell of shit, piss, puke, cum, and sweat all mixed together in waves of humid, stale air. It was also smoky -- thick clouds of cigar smoke and the blue haze of weed.
Next were the sounds. Mixed in with the clank of metal weightlifting plates were groans, bellows, and grunts and unmistakable commands that you'd never hear in any other gym: "destroy my ass," "fill my guts," "harder you fucking animal," "feed me that shit," "give it all to me fucker..."
And finally as your eyes adjusted to the swirling hazy darkness the sights really came into focus. What first had looked like a gym revealed itself to be something else. I couldn't wait to take a tour around my newfound paradise.
One of the improvements Junior and I had made was to dig out a lower-level room below the gym floor. A set of stairs just inside the door led to this new space that we called the Pig Pen. I headed down, already stripping off my street clothes as I went. Men could wear whatever they wanted in our playground, but I preferred to be naked so that every inch of my flesh is available for disgusting acts. Down in the Pen were shelves for my clothes and workboots. Other shelves were supplied with anything a pig could desire for a long, hot, filthy session. We supplied syringes full of the best anabolic steroids for our juiced up pig brothers. There was every kind of recreational drug--meth, ecstasy, weed, blow and more. There were all varieties cockrings and ballstretchers, both of which I availed myself of---selecting an x stretch combination of sterling silver. There were rows and rows of dildos and strap-ons with an emphasis on the most monstrous and gigantic toys produced. There were buckets filled with every kind of shit--human, cow, horse, elephant--all in a temperature-controlled case.
As I cruised through the Pen and slid on my cock gear, I looked at some of the other pigs in the room. On one leather couch were a pair of young street kids engulfed in clouds of meth smoke as they passed a glass pipe back and forth, preparing for their journey of raunch upstairs. Lounging in an oversized leather chair was a billionaire Saudi shriek, who had spent at least a week in our place. His hairy body was matted with multiple days' worth of shit and his amazing 12-inch soft cock rolled lewdly off the side of the chair, pissing down onto his bare feet. Finally, there was a trucker whose big rig I had spotted in the parking lot when I walked in. His gigantic belly flowed in beautiful rolls down over his cock and balls as he fired up one of our expensive Cuban cigars.
Marco's Pig Iron Gym was a real testament to "if you build it, they will come." Junior and I had tried to think of every detail to create our ultimate pig destination. We didn't charge a penny to enter the place--my fortune made sure of that. But we did make sure every invitee shared our love of degenerate, no-limits pigsex. Over the past six months we had accumulated a list of thousands of like-minded pigs worldwide and had invited them to our new haven for disgusting acts of perversion. We wanted every true pig on Earth to join us--young/old, fat/thin, rich/poor. Everyone was invited and those that couldn't afford to come we gladly paid for. My fellow pig brothers in the Pig Pen were just a tiny sample of what I would find upstairs. After sparking up an enormous joint of the finest and most potent weed available (and exchanging a couple weed-and-gar-smoke sloppy kisses with the trucker) I headed out the other side of the Pen and back onto the gym's main floor.
I walked past the old rusty squat rack first, which a massive, naked bodybuilder was using to bring down a sagging bar of 200+ pounds. Over and over he went down, impaling himself on the aluminum baseball bat that Junior and I had affixed to the floor. This was no ordinary squat rack! Each time he sank all the way down to the bat's handle. His ripped up cunt was leaking bloody diarrhea down the bat and onto the floor as he squatted out his reps. When he heaved the bar back onto the hooks he sat back down on the bat for his rest between sets, moaning as it sank into his guts. We passed my joint back and forth as he rested. I absently scooped up the sloppy ruins of his runny cunt as it ran out and smeared over his massive, veiny chest and distended belly, hungrily licking what was left off my fingers. "One more set," he grunted as he heaved himself up and settled under the bar. I left him to his piggy workout.
Next, I went over to the benches by the free weights. There were a trio of high schoolers from some Midwestern football team--here thanks to my generous "scholarship." They were dressed in their football pads and jerseys, missing only their helmets. I recognized the quarterback on the bench. His two running backs were in their jocks, their spandex football pants down around their ankles. Both were taking massive dumps right onto their team captain's face. The quarterback's mouth was wide open but was already filled to capacity, so the turds just continued to pile on his chiseled features. As the mounds grew, his teammates showed no signs of stopping--they must have been saving up for days! The smothered quarterback moaned in pleasure as his eyes, nose, and hair disappeared under piles of shit. At last the impressive dumping ended and the two teammates turned around, dropped to their knees, and dove face first into mountain of shit. Just like the teenage athletes they were, they ate without manners or pause, slurping and sloppily devouring the feast off their buddy's face. They ate so fast they started belching and retching even as they continued like pigs at the trough. Soon they were violently hurling back into shitpile, adding what looked like several half-digested pizzas. They paused only long enough to vomit and then dove right back into devouring the disgusting pile, slurping back up the puke and shit until they had uncovered their quarterback's buried face. He was grinning broadly, having choked down his own pile. The running backs dove in for drooling open mouth threeway shit-kissing just as the quarterback hurled as well, coating them all with shit and pizza puke as they vigorously made out. I was rock hard watching the entire spectacle, but decided to keep moving rather than join in, leaving the three lads to their ultimate pig team bonding.
I headed to the boxing ring and ducked under the ropes to join the depravities taking place on the mat. At the center were a father and son, both dressed in matching singlets and both with their crotch and ass portions ripped wide open. The kid looked about ten or twelve; his father, maybe 40. Dad was on his back, with two grizzled biker dudes holding his legs up and spread eagle. They were both pissing into the father's enormous and thoroughly destroyed mancunt. It spread open like an enormous trench, his guts thoroughly visible as the piss fountains gurgled into his bloated belly. The boy was watching, jerking his tiny cock and squeezing his balls. Then, without warning he walked up to his father and shoved his entire arm into the hole, bottoming out only when he reached his little shoulder. His father thrashed on his son's arm, screaming for more while piss sloshed out under him. The kid pulled out his arm, now coated with muck, and repeated the process with his other arm. He went back and forth a while in a punchfucking blur, before shoving both arms in together. His father's eyes rolled in the back of his head while his erect and pulsing cock splashed piss all over his singlet. While one biker kept the man's legs hoisted up, the other biker dude pulled a huge blunt from his leather vest, the only article of clothing either was wearing. He sparked it up before handing it to the angelic boy. The kid took a few expert hits like he'd been smoking weed his whole life (probably had been). Meanwhile I got a devious idea. I scooped up this guy's son and lifted him up so he was dangling above his father's exposed crater of a cunt. The two bikers spread him back open as wide as possible. Then I lowered the thoroughly stoned and horny boy, watching as the kid's foot and then leg disappeared into dad's destroyed hole. I explored his tiny mouth and nose with my tongue while he stomp-fucked his father. I also twisted his adorable nipple nibs without mercy, forcing more spit into his mouth as he cried out in ecstasy and pain. We played that way for a while before I finally pulled him out of his father's ass and rested him on the man's piss-soaked chest. The bikers relinquished their positions of holding up the older man's legs and quickly spit-roasted the young pig, fucking him roughly and thoroughly as he lay on atop his nearly unconscious (but still rock hard) father.
I could have continued my tour, exploring more and more of the perverted acts taking place all around the gym, but I'd observed long enough. My cock was hard and leaking and my ass was too tight and too packed for a pig like me. I headed through the back door for the new and improved steamroom, where I knew things were going to be really nasty and disgusting---just like I liked it.
To be continued...