Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT (i.e., shit, puke, piss) and other depravities including bestiality. Do not read if younger than 18. This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any real people.
Our brotherhood of filth and raunch continued to grow. We had come to realize that Marco's Pig Iron Gym was the beginning of a movement -- one in which men were able to throw out everything conventional that society demanded, and instead give into their most depraved and perverted desires. Once a dude saw his fellow brothers wallowing in every kind of filth and raunch, he was set free to join in and indulge his true pig urges and impulses -- the ones he had been suppressing his whole life. Junior and I were especially proud when men brought their sons and grandsons to the gym to begin their pig training, along with a wide range of coaches, scoutmasters, teachers, and priests. Never would these young charges grow up saying "no" to their innate need for endless cock, shit, piss, and everything else anonymous men could offer them.
The problem was that the number of guys who eagerly wanted to be true filth pigs far exceeded what either of us had ever dreamed possible. Even with all of our expansions and additions, the gym was bursting at the seams with deviant pig addicts begging for more and more opportunities for raunchy sex. Thus began our next big adventure.
First, we began creating more spaces around the world for our degenerate brothers to gather for endless varieties of no-limits debauchery. We began buying up bathhouses, adult theaters, gyms, trucker motels, and every other kind of sleazy venue that attracted horny, cock- and ass-hungry men. And then we slowly started converting them into temples of filth, where men could not only suck some cock or get fucked through a gloryhole, but were free to share their piss and shit, puke and snot. It turns out men just needed permission to give into what they had been too afraid to admit -- that they really just wanted to become animalistic beasts dedicated to a life of pure filth. Once we unlocked the door to their true selves, each new venue became another spot on the map men could go for a non-stop stream of raunch-fueled pig orgies.
Second, we started thinking about the future of our movement and how to spread our degenerate ways even further throughout the world. We toyed with adopting a feral scat boy/whore (or two) to raise as our son, but realized we needed to think even bigger. Even with our huge financial resources, we recognized that one day we would need more raunch pigs in positions of power -- politicians, business leaders, lawyers, along with engineers to build our perverted palaces and scientists to create new strains of sex drugs and steroids. Which is how we came to open our boarding school for the next generation of pigs to quietly pave the way to a raunch-filled utopia.
We settled on young men of high school age -- in part because we wanted them to enter our program of their own volition. They joined this school with the upmost commitment to spreading depravity and filth, but also knowing that they would often be living double lives, as I had done to build my enormous fortune. When we opened, the inaugural group was made up of 20 students -- a mix of freshmen to seniors, most of whom had been coming to the gym with their fathers or other men for months. Like a band of Spartans, they wanted to join together in a common cause dedicated to shit, cum, cock, and fist (among many other pleasures).
Junior and I created a regimen that they followed every day they were with us. Many were surprised that they had to start each morning with a shower, requiring the utmost cleaning and purity in order to pass unnoticed in the "outside world." They were dressed in Oxford shirts and khaki pants, along with a varsity jacket of brown and gold (the colors of shit and piss) for each of them. Throughout the day they studied as a group with some of the world's best tutors -- business, law, languages, sciences, political science and more. Over lunch (fully dressed, etiquette enforced) they had to speak on the latest current events and show mastery of conversation, comradery, and trust-building. They collaborated on every task as a group -- sharing everything and building the bonds of their brotherhood.
At last, the lads' day would end at 5:00 p.m., at which point their power-broker training ended and their pig training began. First, they stripped out of their preppy clothes, carefully folding them away from the filthy carnage that was about to begin. Then they entered the dining room -- a Roman-style venue with a long table and an array of cushions and pillows around it. The table groaned with every food a growing young man might want: pizzas and burgers, steaks and fries, cakes and pies. As soon as they were in the room, boys began pissing and shitting, as they had been holding it in all day. They splattered themselves, each other, and the array of food with gallons and gallons of pent-up piss. And the copious amount of shit flowed freely from their packed asses. Many of them loved squatting over their meal to dump their packed loads of sewage. Others enjoyed shitting in their brothers' mouths or dumping over their hard cock and heavy balls. Even as the pissing and shitting continued, many began to eat their piggy supper, shoveling shit-laden piles of food in their mouths. After a few slobbering chews, they would grab one of their fellow students and start swapping the liquefied bites between them, letting it run down their chins and over their chests. Food fights were common, with the boys taking large handfuls of shit/food mixtures, and throwing it like chimpanzees at their mates. Food also made useful lube for various cocks and fingers, as they plunged their cocks into their fellow pigs' quivering cunts. A few of the boys would engage in a little puke play in the dining room, emulating the ancient Romans. But most held onto their stomach sludge for now, saving it for later. Of course, it was entirely their choice -- once 5:00 o'clock rolled around, they were their own men, in charge of their own pleasure.
Once our students had consumed enough food and filth, they were free to wander over to gym, naked and dripping in a putrid slurry of excrement and half-digested food. The evening was theirs to enjoy however they wished, partaking in the pleasures of our pig haven. While their peers in conventional homes were focused on homework and dating, our boys embarked on a nightly voyage of pure masculine sex. A few were infatuated with the state-of-the-art steroid cycles available, juicing up before beginning a combination of weightlifting, shit-fucking, and fight clubbing. Most nights the pumped-full-of-testosterone lads ended up in the ring, fluidly transitioning between fisting, wrestling, fucking, shit-smearing, and bare-knuckle boxing. They loved drinking the bloody wounds of their pig brothers while wantonly fucking whatever hole was knocked out cold on the floor.
Others of our students were more cerebral, and enjoyed copious amounts of the world's finest weed while lounging on the Pig Pen's leather couches. These future academics and scientists would casually fist their comrades while discussing their various lessons of the day. In their cool, stoner haze they'd eventually find that their entire arm was buried up to the shoulder inside one of their pig brothers' sloppy cunts, oozing with shit and slime. Of course, the philosophical conversation would continue, even as arms slid easily in and out of the destroyed holes.
Still others favored our bestial options, seeking out the horse paddock in order to be plowed by our rotating stable of thoroughbreds. These were our quiet ones, who often just wanted to take meditative pleasure, enjoying the pure bliss of a horse's cock buried deep into their guts. Meanwhile, their brothers in filth might be on all fours, being knotted by some giant-dicked Doberman or German Shepherd. Eventually these introverts would come back together for some passionate snowballing, sucking the horse and dog cum from their brothers' holes and then sharing them in a slobbering, drooling makeout session. Often the liveryman would bring the stallion over to hose the boys in horse piss, or if they were lucky...shit, while they writhed under the equine's additional offerings.
But most of all, they were there to service every cock and distended rosebudded cunt they could find inside the gym each night. They learned from each encounter with their elders, discovering new layers of filth and raunch. And when they could, they took the younger pigs under their wing, initiating them into the ways of shit-eating and nose-sucking, puke fucking and foot fisting. They knew they were grooming their future classmates, and did whatever they could to expand our ranks. Every one of them remembered their mission first -- to spread perversion and depravity wherever they could. And of course, all 20 of them ended up in the liquid shit jacuzzi tub each night, fucking and fisting each other in the churning cesspool of sewage while recounting their various exploits that evening.
On school nights they had a strict midnight curfew for returning to the school, dripping in layers of shit and puke and whatever else they might have wallowed in. That's when they joined Junior and I in our room-sized bed. Rather than housing the students in a dormitory, they climbed onto a giant platform of thick mattresses and silk sheets where Junior and I awaited their return. Many simply flopped into an array of arms and legs, pulling whatever cock was convenient into their ravaged asses, and immediately falling asleep, spooning in a fuck position all night. Others remained invigorated by their youth and drugs, and gleefully rode Junior's enormous silicone-enhanced cock or fisted my dripping cunt until the wee hours. Eventually, everyone who had a load of cum left in their balls spewed it over the tangled mess of pigs. Then we all drifted off in a deep sleep of sludge-coated filth.
Sadly, the alarm would ring, and our poor, bleary-eyed boys would reluctantly trudge the showers, knowing that if they studied hard and prepared well, they could repeat the cycle of raunch in just a few hours. It was an enormous motivator. Every student excelled, propelled by the love and devotion of his pig brothers. Junior and I knew that these rutting, wallowing pigs would go on to internships and apprenticeships, junior law and residency positions. In time, they would head up the ministerial offices and multinational corporations that would pave the way for an ever-expanding universe of degenerate and depraved pigs. I couldn't wait to see it all unfold...
To be continued...