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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
1895
New York was filled with gentlemen's clubs. He and Jacob were quite in fashion, Zeke mused with a chuckle as he flipped through the latest city directory. Clubs dedicated to the arts; clubs dedicated to music; clubs dedicated to history; clubs dedicated to just being a rich, white man whose ancestors came over on some ship that didn't involve chains and shackles. Yeah, Zeke could do without those, he thought, quickly turning the page. But of course, THEIR gentleman's club would not be found in any city directory or society Blue Book, even though it occupied prime real estate in the Flatiron District. The Bull, Bear, and Boar club was the most exclusive, most discerning, most mysterious gentleman's club of them all, and almost no one had ever heard of it -- which was by design. It's mission: Dedicated to spreading pigsex to men worldwide.
Zeke closed the directory and stood up from his desk, wincing slightly at the loud crack in his knees. He and Jacob were both both officially in their 50s, now that his younger, blond pig-brother had recently passed the dubious milestone. Still, it had been one hell of a birthday party for the "old man" here at the club, with the guest of honor fucked by a massive great dane as the shit-coated membership circle jerked over them. The Bull, Bear, and Boar certainly knew how to throw a party, especially when it was for one of their beloved founders.
Zeke headed out of his office and into the club, looking for Jacob. He knew he could have used the building's state-of-the-art intercom system, or dispatched one of the club's attentive staff, but a stretch of the legs would do him good. His massive frame was not as taut and solid as it once was, but even at 53, he was a gorgeous giant of a black man who commanded every room he walked into, especially when his massive 18-inch cock was out, which was basically all the time. Like most gentleman's clubs The Bull, Bear, and Boar club had a strict dress code policy. Theirs was: Naked or Filthy Gear. Zeke generally chose the former, showing off his bull-dad body of muscle and paunch. The club's steam radiators kept the temperature summer-hot year round, so that his dark, naked flesh and silvery hair were perpetually wet with rank man sweat and musk.
Zeke headed into the library, which had been intentionally built next to his office. It was his favorite room, filled floor to ceiling with books. One of the club's young members, a precocious thirteen-year-old named Jimmy from the Gutloch family was splayed atop a mahogany reading table, thumbing through one of the library's hundreds of pornographic books. His cock was being expertly sucked by Daniel, a club staffmember especially in demand for his talented throat. Zeke wasn't surprised to see a youngster in his club. In fact, membership was extended to all the sons of any man in their secret society, regardless of age, although they had to be nine years old before they were given their own key, and could come and go as they pleased. Zeke walked over and begin twisting Jimmy's young but already puffy nipples. "Jimmy, you know the rules. Don't get the books dirty."
Jimmy looked up from the leather-bound tome of 101 Fucking Positions for Men, and nodded. "Clean as a whistle Mr. Zeke," he said holding up the book, his voice cracking from both puberty and the lust building in his balls. "Oh fuck, Daniel, don't stop. You too Zeke. Twist my tits. Yank em, hard fucker. Make em stretch from here to China." Zeke stifled a laugh at that particularly colorful mental image, but happily obliged. "FUCKKKK," the young heir to America's largest newspaper empire bellowed as he unloaded his boiling load down Daniel's throat. When his shaking stopped, Daniel walked over to Zeke, stood on his tiptoes, and rammed his mouth over his boss's lush lips, pouring the teen's tasty cum over Zeke's eager tongue. Only when he had fully discharged the youngster's seed into Zeke's hot mouth, did he pick up his silver tray, and head back into the club to see what other services were required. Zeke gave his lips an appreciative smack. Jimmy really did have delicious cum, just like his father. "Gotta run, Mr. Zeke," the lad said, his cock still swollen and dripping, though not on the book Zeke was glad to see. Jimmy dutifully put the pornography back on the shelf, gave Zeke a passionate kiss goodbye, savoring the taste of his own cum, before he headed out the door.
Zeke savored the quiet for a moment, walking over to the glass case that contained his first edition of Darwin's amazing work. Worn and dogeared from countless readings, it now sat in a place of honor -- its single chapter on instinct and breeding a launching point for everything he and Jacob had built. He sometimes missed the whorehouse days. Heck, sometimes he even missed the old tavern days in the slums. But this was so much better -- a virtual hidden kingdom dedicated to men becoming the depraved pigs they born to be. In addition to the world's most complete collection of man-on-man pornography, the library held every treatise since Darwin on male instinct, innate desire, and the true nature of men. It also housed a complete collection of works on male sexual practice across the planet, drawing from a new discipline Zeke had heard recently dubbed anthropology. In this room, the world's greatest perverted thinkers came together to consider ways of unlocking more of men's true state as feral, degenerate, filth-craving pigs.
Heading back down the hall he smelled the pungent odor of cannabis and poked his head into the club's massive greenhouse. Hidden from the street, the greenhouse and adjoining conservatory would have fit into any horticultural society, were it not dedicated entirely to libido-promoting plants. A huge crop of both North American marijuana, as well as Asian hashish, flourished under the massive glass-roofed structure. A dark room cave to the left provided some of the world's most powerful strains of hallucinogenic mushrooms, while a chemistry laboratory across the back yielded excellent sex-enhancing products from the club's outstanding poppy harvest. Up front, Zeke spotted a small gathering of club members lounging on the conservatory's leather couches, each and every one with a thick blunt of the club's premium "weed," as Jacob liked to call it. All were naked or in rancid union suits, and leisurely stroking their cocks as they smoked, chatting amicably.
Zeke joined Oliver Haras on one of the couches, snuggling against the distinguished-looking 40-something gentleman with brown, wavy hair and serious dark eyes. He also owned practically every refrigerated railroad car and cold storage warehouse in America. Zeke privately joked with Jacob that the millionaire had only become a pig to spend his days in the club's sweltering, sweaty warmth away from his business. In truth, Oliver left do doubt of his pigginess. In fact, he was already urinating freely over the two of them on the couch, casually letting his thick cock spew ripe piss wherever it happened to flow or land. Zeke took the blunt for a big hit, careful to avoid the fountain of urine that continued to soak them. He joined in unburdening his bladder, letting even more piss freely soak the two of them as they ground against each other, passing the weed back and forth. The warm, wet golden nectar drenched their chests and crotches, dripping off their armpit hair and thick pubic bushes.
"Zeke, we were just talking about food," said Izzy Pretman, the ancient but still insatiably horny owner of the world's most productive diamond mines. He too casually started pissing as he talked, letting it flow over his wrinkled brown body even as it pumped out of a rock-hard cock that belonged on a teenager.
"Food? You hungry for more of my shit, old man," Zeke teased. Izzy laughed, rubbing his warm piss over his body and neck.
"Always, you black god, you know that. But maybe later. No, we were talking about food in this modern age we live in. Mass produced. Factory produced. Centrally distributed, like in Olly's cars and in his warehouses." Oliver nodded, taking a final hit off the blunt before sparking up another. Damn, these pigs were getting good and baked and boned. "What would happen if that food could somehow make guys hornier and hungrier for cock and ass? If we controlled it and turned it into something that helped our cause?"
Zeke took another hit from the new joint, nodding. "An additive. A food additive. Somehow put in the supply of food. What an interesting idea, gentleman. I've just been reading some scribbles by a new writer named H.G. Wells. This seems like something out of one of his stories, but who knows. What is fiction today could be reality in the future. We'll look into it, maybe start allocating resources and assignments at our next gathering." Here he took a final deep draw before hauling his piss-soaked body off the couch, handing the weed back to Oliver. "Good to see you, as always, gentlemen. And don't forget my offer Izzy," he added, spreading his ass cheeks apart for a good look at his dirty, unwashed hole. Izzy, Olly, and the others just moaned, but continued smoking weed and pissing, content for now.
Reeking of smoke and piss as it dried on his body, Zeke headed to the end of the hall. Izzy's idea might have real merit, Zeke mused. They were about to launch their first initiative outside of New York City -- a fraternal organization for their sons at America's most prestigious and important university. Dubbed Sigma Alpha Upsilon, or SAU, it would cultivate each rising generation of pigs from the club's growing membership. Zeke guessed over 500 cock-shaped keys bearing the Bull, Bear, and Boar crest were now in the hands of powerful pig families around the world. SAU would help further infiltrate the mechanisms of wealth and power that ensured the club's work continued uninterrupted and unfettered. Now was exactly the right time to start dreaming and planning big.
Zeke entered the Billiard Room, still ultimately on his unhurried quest to find Jacob. Instead, he spotted his favorite family in the dark paneled room amid the leather chairs, cut glass decanters, and velvet-topped billiard tables. The Truescats were a club institution, nearly as much as Zeke and Jacob. While some New York "robber barons" were building museums and opera houses, Harlin Truescat had invested every stray dollar from his enormous livestock fortune into the Bull, Bear, and Boar, and its larger plan for worldwide pigsex. His son Andy had practically grown up with Zeke and Jacob, first in their whorehouse on Fifth Avenue, and later here. Now nearly 30, Andy had grown into a pig Adonis, a blond, smooth-faced viking of sculpted muscles and abs that were perpetually streaked in shit.
In the nineteen years since Andy first tasted his father's shit in their orgy room, Harlin had introduced two more Truescat sons into the ways of raunchy man-to-man filth. Eighteen-year-old Roy would be heading to college soon, one of the founding members of Sigma Alpha Upsilon, while little Reuben had just turned nine. "Zeke!" Reuben called out, hopping off the pool table where Roy had been busily fingering him. The angelic boy was the spitting image of Andy at that age, Zeke thought, as Reuben ran to the older man before dropping to his knees and inhaling Zeke's long, black cock. His cheeks and throat bulged as the anaconda invaded his tiny orifice. Zeke simultaneously grinned and moaned. Of course a Truescat wouldn't settle for just a hug!
Roy walked over to the pair and stuck two fingers up Zeke's nose, one in each nostril. Roy must have been fingering his little brother for a while because they were absolutely coated in a thick layer of boy shit. The warm, delicious smell flooded Zeke's crooked nose as Roy finger fucked his nostrils like he'd finger-fucked Reuben's ass just a minute earlier. "Yeah, smell all that boy stink," Roy murmured in his ear as he continued his sensuous nose-fucking. "His little cunt is packed with it, just begging to be sniffed and sucked and eaten. Fuckin nasty little kiddie shit shoving up in your sinuses, packing it in real good. Mixing up a batch of shit snot in your nose Zeke, hot and tasty." With a yank he pulled out his fingers and covered Zeke's nose with his mouth, shoving his tongue deep where his fingers had just plowed. Zeke blew and hocked, feeding the teen huge globs of shitty, snotty discharge. Throughout it all, Reuben was masterfully sucking on Zeke's huge cock, now fully erect and oozing precum.
Not to be left out, Harlin and Andy broke off their fucking at the other end of the billiard table and walked over to join the threesome. Harlin's cock was plastered in Andy's shit. It was thick as a mason jar, and Zeke grunted in pleasure when the Truescat patriarch walked behind him and drove the whole shit-covered rod into his aching black cunt. The sight of the two paunchy, big daddies fucking was beautiful, and Roy groaned appreciatively as the raw display of masculine pig sex. He seemed to content to run his hands and mouth all over the pair of mature men as they fucked, biting nipples, slurping armpits, and squeezing balls.
Zeke had closed his eyes as the three Truescat men and boys ministered to every erogenous zone of his body. He only opened them when little Reuben released his big, black cock from his tiny throat in order to holler with his squeaky, child's voice, "get more Andy. Stuff `em up my cunt. Fill my shitty little hole til I explode." Zeke had lost track of Andy in all of the rutting, but opening his eyes, he saw what Reuben's depraved big brother was up to -- walking back with a basket of billiard balls. Reuben glanced up at Zeke from his spot on the floor, looking past the giant horse cock and into Zeke's eyes as he said, "He's already stuffed the five, seven, and eleven in there. I'm so fucking packed already Zeke, but I fuckin' want more." Here he turned his head over his shoulder and directed Andy, "fill my little cunt you fuckin' pig pervert." It was a final command from the pint-sized whore before he dove back down on Zeke's gigantic slab of meat.
All the other Truescats watched in pride as Andy set to work -- Harlin looking over Zeke's shoulder while he fucked him, and Roy from the side where he was simultaneously tweaking Zeke's tits and jerking his own impressive 18-year-old cock. Andy took the blue two ball in his already-shitty and slimy fist, and plunged it between the child's pert, smooth asscheeks. Zeke could feel the humming produced from Reuben's mouth as he moaned around the massive cock, grunting in pleasure from the pressure building inside his tiny frame. Andy's hand came out having deposited the blue sphere, his fingers and palm dripping in creamy boy shit. In a second his hand was back inside his little brother, this time with the eight ball, where he punched and pushed to make room for another deposit. Little Reuben was shaking, sweat having broken out up and down his body. Not once did he break his vice-like suction over Zeke's cock. Proud father Harlin watched with increasing lust, plunging into Zeke's ass at a faster and faster pace.
Five more times Andy went back to the basket for another ivory globe, which he deposited in Reuben's ravaged ass. Each billiard ball sent the tyke into greater and greater sweats and shakes, as his tiny little belly began to swell grotesquely. As much as he tried to keep sucking Zeke's cock, he was increasingly reduced to drooling gibberish, his head lolling and swaying. His little cocklet was hard and straining beneath him, and it occasionally shot out spritzers of piss all over the floor. Satisfied his work was done, Andy came around and stood with the other men, towering over the little boy who was crying in painful ecstasy. Harlin too relinquished his spot topping Zeke and came around, so that all four men were standing over the youngest Truescat boy, stroking their massive cocks. Little Reuben rubbed his hands all over his body, but especially around his puffed out and shit-slimed cunt lips. His head of golden ringlets were soaked in sweat as he moaned in wordless pleasure at the extremes his body was enduring.
Zeke couldn't take it anymore and dropped to his knees behind the child, driving his massive horsecock deep into the packed trench. It was an entirely wild and weird feeling, his dick sliding through the slippery assortment of shit-coated billiard balls. They rolled along the length and girth of his cock, smooth little massaging spheres inside the scorching hot recesses of the little boy's guts. The room resounded with the sound of the balls colliding and shifting inside Reuben's intestines, as Zeke's cock struck and rearranged them with each thrust of his 18 inch pool cue of prime, black cock. Reuben's father and brothers stood over them, jacking their cocks faster and faster in a blur. "Oh yeah, you sick fuck," Harlin shouted down to Zeke, "fuck my little boy whore with that massive cock. Pound through the balls in his cunt like you are breaking a freshly racked game. Fuck, I can hear them knocking against each other, smacking inside my shitty boy's cunt. Fuck, that's so fucking sick and twisted, and he fucking loves it." Harlin was right. Reuben couldn't get enough, and was actively thrusting his ass back on Zeke's cock, trying to get the perverted pool game inside his stomach to get ever more wild and loud. Zeke's cock was taking a beating as he slammed through the balls again and again, but he didn't care. It felt so good as all the ivory spheres racked and re-racked themselves around his cock each time.
"Oh fuck," Andy shouted first over the din of clacking billiard balls. "I'm gonna cum. It is too fucking hot, I can't hold back. Fuck that ball-packed shitty cunt, Zeke. Fuck him hard like the pervert you are, sick fuckkker....FUCKKKK." And with that, a fountain of scalding cum erupted and splattered Zeke and Reuben with the force of a monsoon. Cum was flying everywhere over the rutting man and child on the floor, as Harlin and Roy also unleashed the gallons of pig batter that was churning in their balls. Zeke felt blast after blast smack him hard in the face and over his grey, curly hair.
"You wanted this you nasty little pig boy," Zeke roared as he fucked even harder, pistoning in and out of the ravaged red hole that was leaking churned up shit from all sides. "You want to be the fucking sickest fuck in your family of sick fucks. Well, take it boy. Take my pounding in your stinking, shit hole full of fuckin boy shit and billiard balls. You fucking degenerate whore, I fuckin love it," And with a final thrust that sent the balls knocking even louder, he started pumping a ferocious tidal wave of cum into the bulging and putrid mess inside Reuben's little kiddie cunt. "FUCKKKKK," he bellowed loud enough to fill the entire floor with his ecstasy.
He pulled out his cock with a whoosh, feeling the balls pound along the length of steel-hard meat one last time, before grabbing Reuben and flipping him over on his back. He flung himself down over the tiny cherub, grinding his huge, sweaty body against the tiny boy's frame. Reuben's family did the same, dropping to the floor to smother and writhe their slick bodies together with Reuben sandwiched in the middle. The pressure from all sides had the desired effect, and with a lewd, ripping slurp of a fart, Reuben's ass opened up, squeezed like a tube by the adult bodies pressing in. The shit- and gore-covered billiard balls flowed out, as did a river of churned up boy sludge and Zeke's massive load of cum. The slurry splattered and sprayed out of the ravaged opening as billiard balls shot out. The four adults continued their wallowing on and over Reuben, feeling the warm sludge coat their skin wherever it came in contact with the contents of the nine-year-old's guts.
Suddenly, Reuben began shaking under their weight, his body humping up and down off the floor as his cunt continued to empty out. And then with a boyish cry, he screamed, "FUCCKKK," and the men felt another gush of warm, liquid coat them. Reuben had just had his first real orgasm, not just the dry heaves of a cumless child. They all scooped and rubbed the precious cream over themselves, smearing it with the copious amounts of cum and shit that was already painting their sweaty, sticky bodies. A final lewd rumble came from Reuben's cunt as he arched his back and rested on his shoulders, sticking his dripping, angry-red cunt high into the air. A loud discharge of wet shit and cum erupted from his hole like a volcano, emptying anything left inside him and sending the eight ball flying like a projectile across the room. The entire room roared with approval and awe as they watched it land on the billiard table and roll right into the corner pocket!
The filthy pile of men and boy collapsed and snuggled into each other on the floor. Shit-, cum-, and sweat-soaked limbs twisted into a tight ball of bodies, hair, and still-warm raunch. His face buried in an assortment of crotches, asses, and armpits, Zeke heard a familiar voice at the door to the Billiard Hall. "There you are," Jacob said laughing, "Were you looking for me?" Zeke knew he had been, but now, for the life of him, he couldn't remember why.
"Oh well," he said, pulling his lover into the pile of filth-wet pigs with a slobbering kiss, "I'm sure I'll think of it later."