Like your stories piggy and sleazy? Then be a good pig and donate to Nifty... now! https://donate.nifty.org/
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
1860
Jacob could almost hear the sizzle of piss hitting the frigid air before he could feel and taste it. The gushing geyser of rank sailor urine hit him in the face like a punch, billowing steam all around his handsome features. "Yeahhhh, fuck yeah," he moaned in a piss-flooded gurgle as he drank thirstily. Just seconds earlier he'd begged the swarthy maritime smuggler to feed him his piss, just like he'd feed him a thick wad of cum right before that. The seaman had just chuckled as he unloaded his bladder over the happily writhing teen on his knees before him. Jacob really wanted to soak himself in the fountain of yellow nectar that was still pumping out of the beautiful cock, but he knew being piss-soaked in these frigid temperatures could spell the death of him. Instead, he drank down the heated beverage of sailor piss like a bracing mug of hot coffee, feeling it warm his insides.
Jacob would have asked to eat the seaman's ass next, and begged the dirty sailor to feed Jacob his shit, but the boy could tell the unwashed older man was already losing interest, having shot his load down Jacob's throat. The sailor hitched up his pants, stuffed away his cock, and walked off without a word to the strapping blond stud still on his knees in the filthy remnants of snow under the pier. Jacob sighed, both contentedly and disappointedly. It was his third load of cum and piss in as many hours, but still nothing dirtier to satisfy his eternal craving.
He got up off his knees, and wandered back to a spot under the pier. A few of the young boy hustlers and self-proclaimed fairies wanted to get Jacob out of there, because he was offering for free what they normally charged a fee to provide. But even at just 15-years-old, the golden-haired boy was built like a prize bull, not to be messed with. The well-worn layers of clothes he was bundled in nearly burst across his chest, through his thighs, and over his enormous, fleshy ass. A cock at least a foot in length snaked down is right pant leg, where an enormous pool of pre-cum had leaked through. Truthfully, a few of the pier whores would have done the mysterious lad for free, but he seemed intent to sucking cock and drinking piss, so for now they let him go back to his spot and wait for another horny sailor or dock worker to show up.
Left alone to his own thoughts, Jacob's mind replayed the journey that had brought him here. Life on his fanatically religious father's farm had been unbearable. Almost as soon as he could walk, Jacob showed unlimited and singular focus on anything cock- or ass-related. He had stroked and sucked every animal's member that he could, first openly -- which was met with ferocious beatings -- and then surreptitiously. He had likewise very quickly learned to hide his love of shit, sneaking out in the dead of night to wallow in the outhouse muck until his freakishly huge cock erupted in volleys of thick cum. At nine Jacob was already hung bigger than most grown men and capable of producing what seemed like gallons of boy jizz. He took every opportunity to get off in every disgusting and increasingly nasty way he could think of. But of course, the ruse was impossible to keep up on an isolated speck of farmland in the middle of nowhere. He was twelve when eventually his father caught him. Jacob had shit smeared all over his body and his already meaty fist was plunging in and out of his filthy cunt. The subsequent beating had nearly killed him, and when his father finally collapsed into a deep sleep from the sheer exhaustion of his efforts, Jacob stole the money that was hidden in a coffee can, and limped away into the night. He eventually found his way to Nantucket.
He managed to sign on as the cabin boy on a whaling voyage, making sure the recruiter plying young men with ale and tales of adventures fucked him twice so that no other boy got the job. Once underway, Jacob made it clear he was a willing mouth and hole for any whaler who wanted it. At first the captain had tried to put some limits on what was usually a clandestine sort of affair on these multi-year voyages, but eventually gave up. Any time, day or night, would find Jacob with a cock down his throat, or up his ass, or both. Sadly, no one on board shared his love of raunch, and while Captain Bollock didn't beat him like his father had, he'd made it clear that Jacob couldn't go around asking his crew for their shit. And life aboard a whaleship meant months of feeling filthy and greasy with whale blubber, which made Jacob happy enough, so he respected the captain's wishes. He used the years and greasy conditions to expand his ever-blossoming cunt into a larger and larger gaping maw with loose, floppy lips of stretched boy meat. Captain Bollock may not have liked shitplay, but he made it his personal mission to fist his cabin boy until he could take two arms lubed with whaleoil up his hole.
The whaleship had returned to Nantucket on Jacob's fifteenth birthday. Three years of whaling, on top of life as a farmboy, had turned him into a massive lad with a massive cock, balls, and cunt to match. He was eager to ship out on another voyage right away, but bad luck struck. A freak Nor'easter had frozen up the harbor not two days later, and weeks of punishing cold kept it that way. Captain Bollock got increasingly nervous having his sexually voracious cabin boy back on dry land, mixing with his neighbors, pretty young wife, and fellow parishioners at church. In the middle of the night, the Captain had slipped Jacob a pile of money and a train ticket to New York City, encouraging him to leave with all due haste. Jacob was happy to oblige, knowing New York would be an adventure and he could always return for whaling in the spring. Arriving into the loud metropolis that morning, he hadn't even bothered to find accommodations yet. Instead, he instinctively headed to the wharves, and like a bloodhound on the scent, found the best cruising grounds for cock.
The crunch of heavy boots in the snow pulled him from his reverie. Jacob looked up and saw a magnificent young black man striding purposefully towards him. Now, Jacob knew himself to be a big lad, not only muscular but tall for his age at 6 feet. But this guy made Jacob feel like a dwarf. He was easily another six inches taller, and bulging out of every inch of his coat. The fly to his pants was worn to nearly the threads and Jacob could see why -- the bulge underneath belonged more to a horse than a man. His face was brutal and handsome at the same time, partly because his nose had clearly been broken on more than one occasion. His brown eyes narrowed as he approached, clearly taking full measure of the erstwhile farm- and cabin boy hanging out beneath New York's most notorious pier. "I hear you've been drinking piss down here," his voice deep, almost rumbling.
Jacob looked him over again. He didn't seem like a copper, and he'd never heard of a black policeman before. Still, he may have started out on a farm, but he was no rube -- he knew this could be a dangerous conversation. Yet as he looked up into the giant's warm brown eyes, he couldn't help himself. "Fuck yeah," he said giving his cock a rub just to make sure the message wasn't lost, "fucking love the stuff."
The hulking Goliath moved in closer, his breath filling the couple inches between them with steam, "You like it nasty, pig?"
"The nastier, the better," Jacob replied, partly whispering, partly panting, lust filling his body at their closeness. He risked reaching out and giving the bigger lad's pants a squeeze. Holy fuck it was huge! Jacob knew horse cock intimately, and this was that.
"Come with me," he commanded. Jacob hesitated just a moment before scooping up the carpetbag he'd tucked away behind the post. He trotted to catch up with the long-striding stranger. The towering figure walked in silence for a minute or two before saying, "The name's Ezekiel." Here he glanced sideways and down to the gorgeous blond beside him, appraising him again before adding, "Zeke to my friends." Jacob introduced himself, and they continued in silence. Behind him the boys plying their trade breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have their hunting grounds back from the insatiable stranger.
The two crossed a thoroughfare running along the riverside before diving into a warren of twisting alleys, dark corners, and trash-filled courtyards. Jacob was quickly lost and turned around, and eventually gave up trying to keep track of where he was. Instead, he turned his attention again to Zeke. He realized now Zeke wasn't that much older, maybe seventeen or eighteen. When he kept staring at Zeke's full, lush lips and crooked nose, wondering what it would be like to tongue every inch, Zeke flashed an unexpected smile of pearly white teeth. "Just up ahead," he said with a jerk of his head. Jacob saw a tavern at the end of their path, worn and shabby, but with light coming through the opaque, grubby windows. A sign hung above the door: The Bull, Bear, and Boar. A mock coat-of-arms with all three animals was painted beneath.
Zeke inserted a key into the keyhole, leaving Jacob to wonder what kind of public tavern locked its door. As the two walked in, the first thing he noticed was the heat. It wasn't just a cheery light that had been coming through the windows, it was an inferno in a massive fireplace that pumped heat into the obviously well-sealed room. It was like being in the tropics. The room had a scattering of chairs and tables, all currently unoccupied, as well as a small bar on the side wall. Jacob's second surprise was to see a nearly naked man behind the bar. Short and stocky, with a massive walrus mustache, the older bartender was completely stripped down to his waist, with only a pair of yellow- and brown-stained long johns below that. A nice-looking paunch flowed over the edge of the filthy underwear bottoms, that even from a distance Jacob could see were wet with piss. His cock gave an appreciative stir. Zeke chuckled and said, "That's Sully. You'll meet him later."
Zeke headed upstairs and down a corridor with closed doors down each side, six in all. Jacob followed close behind but was tempted to linger at the sounds he heard as they walked. Behind one door could be heard moaning and a man shouting, "eat it you nasty fucking pig. Slurp down all my runny shit. Yeah pig, you're gonna feed that to me later." From a door on the other side of the hall was loud banging as a husky male voice shouted, "Give me that nightstick copper. Stick it in my guts next to your arm. Awwww yeah...." Zeke walked blithely past as if it were all as commonplace as conversations about the weather. He opened the last door on the left, with Jacob right behind. The younger lad had only a moment to take in the room, which was a study in contrasts. One side was sparkling clean, with comfortable chairs set in front a wall of books, along with a meticulously organized writing desk. On the other side was a filthy mattress, heavily stained and reeking. Jars and bottles littered the floor along with at least two opium pipes and assorted phalluses made of polished wood.
Before he could take in more detail, Zeke had closed the door behind them, spun around to grab Jacob, and forced his tongue down the younger teen's throat. Jacob opened his mouth fully, savoring the slobber that flowed between them as their tongues dueled for the deepest recesses reachable. Their huge cocks ground against each other as they snogged, using their lips to smear spit and drool over each other's faces. Zeke snaked his tongue deep into Jacob's nostril, its hot slickness feeling unimaginably good. Jacob moaned as the swabbing continued, only to return the favor when Zeke finally broke off. He picked his nose and hauled out snot that he smeared over the black's man's already slimy face. After an unknown amount of time in this trance of snot and slobber, Zeke finally pulled away and commanded, "get undressed," even as his fingers flew over his own buttons. Within seconds both teens were naked and back at each other, devouring the other's mouths as they ground their cock and balls together. Each reached down to grab and pull the others' nipples, offering no mercy in their force.
As they continued to make out, Jacob felt the familiar flow of warm piss over his body. Glancing down he saw that the rigid black cock between them was spewing piss. Jacob knew his own dick was a good foot long, which meant Zeke was packing at least eighteen inches or more of prime dark meat. It also meant his pissing arced up high between them, hosing both their faces with gallons of hot liquid as they continued snogging in and through the stream. Their faces and hair were soaked. Where Zeke had been wearing a hat before, now his thick, curly hair was dripping with his own piss. Jacob opened up his bladder next, adding a second stream in what increasingly felt like a deluge of piss between them. His instincts were in disarray, not knowing if he should gulp piss, hock spit, or slobber more up Zeke's runny nose, and ultimately trying to do all three simultaneously.
Eventually both streams subsided, and Zeke pulled them to the floor where a small lake of fresh piss awaited them. Rolling back and forth in the still-warm liquid, Zeke adjusted their height difference so they were eye to eye. Looking intensely into the younger pig's deep blue eyes, he growled, "Tell me what you want."
"Sir, I want your..." was all the further Jacob got before Zeke had punched him across the jaw. They were too close together for it to be anything other than be startling, but Jacob gulped and went silent.
"Don't give me any of that 'sir' bullshit, Jacob. I'm not your master, and you sure as hell aren't mine. And you better fucking believe there aren't any damn slaves in this room. We are equals, and I suspect we are both equally depraved when it comes to our lusts. So, forget the sir, and tell me what you want."
Jacob paused, rolling Zeke's words over in his head, all while gazing into the older's lovely brown eyes. Finally, he said, "I want your shit all over my body," and then added, "brother."
Zeke's smiled wide and beamed at that, and the two began kissing again with increasing passion. As they wallowed one atop the other in the pool of piss they'd created, Zeke began filling the room with loud farts.
"Ahh, fuck yeah Zeke, stink us up. Stink up this whole place with your nasty hole, brother." Jacob let one hand stray down between Zeke's mounds of pert ass flesh, so that he could feel the heat from each subsequent blast, and then, the wet splatters as the ejections from his trench became more frequent and wet. "Oh hell yeah, that mess inside you is getting close isn't it Zeke?"
"Yeah, little brother," the black giant moaned, happily taking on the role Jacob had offered him. "I am so full of shit. Been packed up in there for a couple days now, just waiting for a pig like you, and here you are. Stick your fingers in there. Give us a little sample." Jacob slid two fingers into the moist hole, hitting a wall of creamy ooze the second he pushed through. He slid and scissored his way through the hot mess like a ballerina, before scooping his way back out. He hauled his coated fingers up to their faces, both digits completely plastered in a thick coat of shit. "Rub it all over our lips and faces. Stuff it up our noses." Jacob proceeded to do exactly as he was told, sliding one finger over his lips and up his nose, and then the other in the exact same pattern for his new lover. The two then snogged, letting the taste of Zeke's shit pass between them. "Eat my shit snot, Jacob," Zeke panted, and he blew mightily when the blond boy locked his mouth over his nose. Again, the two repeated the ritual, even as Zeke felt three fingers return to his pig ditch for another round. "Oh yeah, brother. Get enough to give us a nice coat of shit. Gonna make your face as brown as mine," he said laughing.
"That sounds bully, big brother," Jacob replied. "I want to wear your shit. Get what's inside that fine pig cunt of yours and show it off all over my face. Reek with your nasty sewer shit."
They spent the next twenty, thirty, forty minutes letting Jacob scoop out handfuls of shit to spread over their faces and through their hair, and then down their necks and over their chests. As Jacob's skillful fingers returned again and again for their prize, the two teens continued to make out, sometimes softly and tenderly; other times with a scalding passion that drove them to nearly drown the other in slobber and mouthfuls of ooze. When at last he couldn't hold it in any longer, Zeke pulled himself into a squat over Jacob's prone body, pointing his ass towards the blond's shit-covered face so he could watch the amazing site of Zeke emptying out his still-packed chute. "Your pig hole is so fucking beautiful," Jacob moaned in wonder, "I want everything that is up there brother. Give me mountains of your turds. Bury me, Zeke. Pile shit on me and bury me in your waste." Zeke knew it was a tall order, but he'd do his best. Pushing hard, he felt his insides empty in an explosive gush. His monstrous thighs were shaking with exertion as he dumped, his rock-hard cock spitting more piss up into his shit coated face. He could hear Jacob moaning and cursing behind him, "Oh God, so much shit. So much hot, nasty, fucking shit. That shit cunt is amazing, brother. Give it to me. Give me all that reeking, filthy shit."
When he finally felt the last of his insides squeeze out of his dripping hole, Zeke stood up on shaky legs and turned around to see his handiwork. Even he was surprised at his own prodigiousness. The piles he had deposited on his new mate may not have buried Jacob like he'd asked, but they'd come dang close! Jacob was busy running his hands all over his body, coating himself in the pounds of thick sludge. Zeke looked down at him in growing admiration and desire, stroking his monstrous cock. The young blond left no inch of his body uncovered by his host's stinking gifts of raw sewage. He rubbed Zeke's shit between his toes, under his knees, behind his ears, and into his armpits. He writhed and wallowed on the floor, knowing Zeke was enjoying the show as he turned himself from a white farmboy into a brown pig. When at last he was done, and not a speck of white skin could be seen top to bottom, he grabbed his ankles and hauled up his legs. "Now," he said to the black god standing over him, "fuck me with every inch of that horse cock. Fuck my shitty ass down to your balls and fill my cunt with your hot meat." Zeke didn't need to be asked twice, dropping down atop the filthy lad and shoving his dick into his gaping hole with one thrust. He didn't go slow. He didn't inch in. One second, he was standing over Jacob, and the next he was buried down to his heavy, swinging sac, ready to give his guest the ride of his life.
"Oh, fuck, love," Zeke moaned as he felt the scalding hot trench of Jacob's cunt, also lined with wet, sloppy sludge, "you've been holding out on me. I can feel all kinds of nasty, vile shit in this reeking pig cunt of yours."
"Fuck it out of me big brother," Jacob begged, already humping himself up and down the length of shit- and precum-slick meat that was stuffing him so good. "Make that wet shit fly out of my wrecked hole. Fuck me hard and dirty."
Zeke began his rhythmic fuck, relishing the silky smoothness of the younger boy's talented, gaping maw. With each thrust, churned up gooey sludge squished out between them, coating their matching pair of massive balls, and piling up thick in their blond and black pubic hairs. "Ohhh, baby brother, look at the beautiful mess we are making," Zeke cooed as they fucked. "All my beautiful shit all over your amazing body and now your stinking, sloppy hole pumping out more. Fuck, baby brother, we were made for each other. Made to be pigs sharing all our nastiness. All our filth."
"Fuck, Zeke, I think I already love you brother," Jacob called out as Zeke's freakishly long cock reached all the way to his bladder, sending another geyser of piss shooting between them as they fucked. "I want everything from you. I want all your shit, all your piss, all your cum, and more. Give it to me. Fill my shitty cunt with a gallon of your jizz." Zeke was pounding faster and faster. Both of them were breaking out into full-body sweats that coated their shitty bodies with even more musk and rank manstink. The slipperiness of shit, piss, and sweat soon meant that the force of Zeke's fucking was literally sliding them across the floor, until Jacob's shoulders slammed up against the door. The pounding could probably be heard all the way downstairs and into the street, but Jacob didn't care. In fact, he wanted everyone to know that this magnificent black lad was fucking him with the force of a battering ram, and he was loving every minute of it. Shit no longer just squished, but splattered and sprayed in every direction with the force of Zeke's cock. It was the most amazing fuck he'd ever had, and as much as he wanted it to last forever, he could feel the scorching heat of lava-level cum building in his shit-coated balls. "Ahh, fuck Zeke. Cum in my stinking cunt. Blast my shitty, sloppy trench with your pig jizz. Fill me up even more."
"AHHHHHHH," Zeke bellowed, his hips a blur as he fucked with the power of a locomotive, filling the room with the sounds of their earth-shattering rut. "FUCKKK, I LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING DEPRAVED PIG. TAKE MY SEED, FUCKER. FEEL IT IN YOUR FILTHY PIG CUNT. BURN YOUR SLOPPY HOLE WITH MY HOT CUM." Zeke gave a final thrust, burying himself as deep as possible, fucking Jacob into the door so that he could push deeper and deeper, to the darkest recesses of his lover's filthy, rank cunt. And when he could go no deeper, he began spewing ropes of thick, creamy cum that filled the cavity with scorching hot pig batter. His body shuttered with each volley -- five, ten, a dozen. Each burst delivered what seemed like a gallon of milky white pig seed.
"Oh, Jesus Zeke, I feel it filling me up. Fill my stinking cunt. Your beautiful hot white cream and my brown filthy stink, mixing inside me. White and brown just like us. AHHH FUCK ZEKE, I LOVE YOU TOO." And with that his own freakishly huge fifteen-year-old cock began erupting in a geyser of cum. Blast after blast arced over his shit-covered head and splattered the door behind him, coating it in streaming ribbons of thick, dripping jizz. The final volleys still had enough magnitude to coat his face, the ropes of creamy white standing out on his completely shit-smeared handsome features. The two collapsed into each other, hugging tightly as they kissed and licked over the other's face and neck. Neither remembered actually working their way to the filthy, stained mattress, where they lay intertwined in a reeking pile of limbs and sewage. Each likely drifted off for a bit, before returning enough to wiggle ever closer together, sharing the heat still radiating off their shit-coated bodies.
Eventually Jacob managed enough consciousness to murmur, "Zeke, what is this place? Is this a molly house," testing out the term for a male brothel he'd heard one of his whaleship crewmates use.
Zeke chuckled. "I think Sully downstairs would give you a good left hook if you called him a molly, but yeah, this is that kind of establishment. Maybe just a little more," he paused, searching for the word, "specialized."
"You cater to pigs," Jacob offered, following the chain of Zeke's meaning.
The older black teen nodded, "The Bull, Bear, and Boar is New York's finest house of sin for men who crave filth, raunch, and depravity." But Jacob noted a sour note as he'd said "finest" and looked up into Zeke's eyes for more explanation. He waited patiently as Zeke sorted through his thoughts. "I guess I think it could be more. We get so many fine gentlemen who find their way here. Men of wealth and means. The coppers leave us alone because they don't want any scandal by accidentally raiding us when one of society's finest is here. Plus, enough coppers enjoy our services on the house." Jacob remembered the sounds of someone begging a copper for his nightstick and fist on their way to Zeke's room. "So, it is a good setup."
"But...," Jacob prompted, knowing there was more.
Zeke sat up and pointed to his impressive bookshelf. "Have you heard of this fellow Charles Darwin?" Jacob shook his head no, but Zeke didn't seem surprised. "His work is very new. Very exciting. Revolutionary really. People are talking about all kinds of different theories of his. But what jumped out at me was his chapter on instinct. Darwin says, 'natural instincts are lost under domestication,' and I think he's right. I think men have a natural instinct to be pigs. To rut. To crave cock, and ass, and shit, and piss, and everything else. But centuries -- no millennia -- of domestication has squeezed it out of us. We've become no better than a lap dog that once was a wolf." Jacob sat up alongside Zeke, drinking in every word of his new older brother.
"The Bull, Bear, and Boar is where men can reclaim their natural instinct," Jacob offered.
Zeke beamed at him appreciatively, knowing his mind was in harmony with Jacob's at this moment. "Exactly. My father actually founded this pigsty," Jacob knew the word was not meant as an insult, but as an accurate description of the place. He also visibly jolted at hearing that the founder was Zeke's father. Zeke took note of the reaction and smiled. "Yeah, the old man was a pig through and through. Taught me the ways of mansex, raunchy and filthy like it should be." He paused, before adding, again pointing the bookshelf that must contain this Darwin gent's work, "He unlocked my natural instinct. He recovered what most men have lost under domestication." Here Zeke got a bit of a faraway look. "And he was so hung. If you think I'm big, you should have seen him. Mr. Barnum himself wanted to show off the old man and his elephant cock, but never could figure out how to make it respectable." The two lads collapsed into giggles thinking of the crowds at Barnum's American Museum admiring a cock even bigger than Zeke's.
It was Jacob who eventually broke the moment of mirth. "You said 'was.' Is your father gone?"
Zeke nodded. "Died last year in an omnibus crash. Left me with The Bull, Bear, and Boar, which I've been running ever since. Got Sully and three other lads. Well, actually, two other lads. Hans ran away last week with some high to-do gentleman who promised to make him a valet by day and his pig whore by night. That was why I was down at the pier. I heard there could be a new pig in town that I might recruit."
"Yes," Jacob said.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'll take Hans' place. I want to work here. With you. I want to help you make whatever you think The Bull, Bear, and Boar could be." Zeke looked at the filthy lad sitting beside him. The thick shit coating was starting to cake up, and when he kissed Jacob in appreciation and growing tenderness, it softened and flowed into their mouths. Jacob could sense another round of raunchy pig sex about to begin, but he paused, and pushed away first. "But I want to understand your vision. Tell me what is could be."
"Imagine if Darwin is right, and our natural instincts can be unlocked by reversing domestication," Zeke explained. "Imagine a world where all men are pigs, and all their sons are pigs, and we've reclaimed our natural state. I think it is possible. I think it could take years. Decades even. But what if all these men of wealth and means who come here to this place could be convinced to start working together towards that goal? What if The Bull, Bear, and Boar became the epicenter of that movement?" Zeke had hopped up and was pacing the room in excitement as he shared his dream.
"So, what do you need? Why not just start now?"
Zeke plopped back down on the mattress glumly. "Money. So long as The Bull, Bear, and Boar is in a dank back alley, that's all these men will ever see. For them it is just a place to get nasty, get off, and go home. They need to see us as a partner -- a peer -- and that will never happen so long as we are down here in the slums."
Jacob got up and went to the forgotten carpetbag he'd brought with him and deposited by the door. He reached in a pulled out the most beautiful dildo Zeke had ever seen. It was incredibly lifelike, complete with all the veins and ridges of a real cock, except it was carved entirely of ivory. It was a work of art. But already Jacob was pulling out a second one, this one even larger and with an intricate swirl pattern that Zeke knew would feel fantastic in the ass. It too was polished, gleaming ivory, and worthy of a museum. Finally, to Zeke's astonishment, Jacob pulled out a complete arm and fist made entirely of ivory, as realistic as the cocks, and just as beautiful. "Do you think you could fetch a good price for these?" Zeke gaped in awe, already calculating the vast sums his perverted, wealthy clients would pay for such exquisite masterpieces of erotic, piggish art. Jacob broke into his thoughts, "Whale, whale, and walrus," pointing to each one, the latter being the ivory fisting arm. "While most of the crew on my whale voyage were making scrimshaw pie crimps and clothes pins for their girls back home -- all while fucking me daily, I might add -- I learned how to turn ivory into these." He grinned at Zeke's continued flabbergasted expression. "Do you think they're worth anything?"
For an answer Zeke grabbed Jacob up in his arms in a giant shit-slick bear hug. Jacob carefully set his artwork to the side and climbed up Zeke's body until he could sink his cunt back onto the black giant's already-stiff cock. As he slid his still cum-coated hole onto Zeke's massive prick, he sighed in happiness, wrapping his arms and legs around his new big brother. Suspended above the floor, impaled on Zeke's cock, he knew that together they could accomplish anything. He couldn't wait to begin...
To be continued!