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Disclaimer and background: This series combines light science fiction and heavy raunch, along with a few other delicious depravities. It is extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its own if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18 and this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...it is set in the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com and especially in this case. I'd love ideas on what young Jared encounters in the Hall of Pigs!
The famous Shit Arena inside the Hall of Pigs -- one the city's, indeed the nation's, top tourist attractions. It was the place every young lad begged his father to take him for his birthday, or spring break, or during summer vacation. Jared stood to the side for a moment, watching in awe at the steady flow of men and boys going in and out through the revolving door. Warm whiffs of sewage wafted out with each turn of the doors, and those exiting were often covered and dripping in beautiful brown muck. Apparently, the curators at the Hall of Pigs had given up trying to make visiting the Shit Arena an educational as well as hedonistic experience. There were no buttons to push or informative presentations to watch. Here you were just invited to enjoy yourself in a pleasure palace of shit.
But Jared knew the history of scat from his textbooks and visits to the library. He actually found the story of man's ultimate embrace of scat to be quite fascinating. The engineers of the master plan to convert men into total, rutting pigs initially relied on food additives and chemical compounds in the drinking water. Several of the exhibits Jared had already visited covered these first thirty or so years known as Phase One. And the scientists and researchers behind Phase One were enormously successful, but only up to a point. Scat proved to be one of the walls they unexpectedly hit. In spite of substantially lowering the inhibitions and mental barriers to pig sex, a full 50 percent of men still didn't enjoy scat sex or the pleasures of playing with shit. It was one of the initial questions put to the Phase Two scientists, the first wave in an era of unlimited funding for genetic raunchpig research.
The geneticists quickly discovered the problem. It turned out that after several millennia of taboos and cultural shaming, man's genetic material had actually been altered. Many men had sadly and inexcusably developed a genetic predisposition to find shit distasteful. Fortunately, it was an easy fix to swap out a little DNA coding and turn that "switch" back on. Jared had read about the public health campaign of 2055 in which men were given a simple gene therapy inoculation to fix their problem. "One Shot; Endless Shit" had been the campaign slogan. The wildly successful push freed all men from the genetic shackles holding back their pleasure and love of manshit. Within a few months every man, teen, and child had unlocked the key to becoming a full-fledged shit pig -- one of science's first and greatest triumphs. Phase Two -- the golden age of genetic perfection for raunchy living -- was officially underway.
Of course, Jared understood not everyone was fascinated by the historical backstory and just wanted to get into the Scat Arena and begin fucking. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em," he thought to himself with a mental shrug, and pushed his way through the revolving door. The smack of intoxicating shit stink hit him full in the face as the passed through. He was inside a large oval, similar to a giant indoor track or velodrome. A small riser of bleachers -- about six or seven deep -- ran the full length of the arena. Hanging from the ceiling were giant jumbotrons, each showing different shit sex scenes. Jared smiled that the curators had managed to sneak in some history after all, since all the screens were showing antique scat porn classics like Arabian Soup, Wildpork, and Russian River Weekend.
From the ring of bleachers there were several sets of stairs down onto the main floor -- the arena itself. It reminded Jared of a gigantic shallow, oval swimming pool. The floor and sides were tiled in white, to better accentuate the smears and piles of brown across the vast expanse. And it was absolutely jam-packed with guys covered in shit. Jared guessed there were maybe two or three hundred men and boys spread out over the tiled arena floor. And maybe another 50 scattered through the bleachers, watching the action while drinking beer or smoking weed and meth. At either end of the oval arena there was a massive pipe, each of which pumped out a steady stream of steaming hot shit into the recessed play space below. This ensured visitors to the arena had plenty of shit to fuck with, even if they'd already dumped their guts onto their kids or co-workers earlier in the day. Jared had once read that the sewage pipes came directly from all the prisons, where convicts were prevented from any shitplay as part of their punishment. Instead, prisoners were fed enormous meals several times a day and had to send their prodigious dumps straight down a hole -- untouched and unloved. Luckily for the rest of law-abiding society, those prisoner piles of shit were warmed up and pumped here for everyone else's enjoyment.
Jared headed straight down the stairs and into the writhing mass of male shitsex. He hadn't gone more than ten feet before he felt someone from his left side rush into him, wrapping their arms around Jared's skinny frame and tackling the boy with the full force of a linebacker. Jared gasped as he landed in a particularly big pile of shit that thankfully cushioned the fall, and found himself sliding along the shit-smeared floor for nearly a yard. "What the fuck...," he yelled as finally came to a stop and tried to untangle himself from whomever was on top of him. That's when he looked up and found himself staring into the grinning shit-smeared face of his big brother Brad. "Brad? What the fuck," he repeated, at a loss for any other words. He did manage to stammer out, "What are you doing here?"
"Hey nerd." Jared hated when Brad called him that. "Factory shift let out early. Something about having to realign the molds. Who the fuck knows. But I got to leave early." Brad worked at the dildo factory, one of the biggest employers in the city. In fact, as Brad stood and held out his hand to help his little brother up, Jared could see the tail end of a massive double-ended dildo hanging from Brad's ample ass. "Figured I'd come here. Hey, I forgot, today's your school field trip isn't it."
"Yeah," Jared replied a bit sullenly, still winded from the tackle, which was exactly the kind of thing Brad enjoyed doing. He was secretly surprised Brad had listened enough to even remember his school trip. No one would doubt that the two were brothers, even though eight years and several inches of height separated them. They shared the same freckled faces and dirty blond hair, although Brad had grown his out to past his shoulders. He might have radiated a hung surfer vibe had he been at all fit, but instead wore a thick layer of fat around his entire body, giving him much more the look of a hung couch potato. Indeed, at 20 years old, Brad tended to do just two things around the house -- fuck and smoke weed. Although Jared was happy to smoke weed and have Brad fuck him too, it bothered him that his slacker brother didn't do much else. "I see you are taking 'free' samples with you again," Jared said, pointing to the dangling sex toy stuffed inside Brad's shit-slick cunt.
"Fuck, if they paid more I could fucking afford to buy my own toys, but until then...," he grabbed the dildo and gave it a few good strokes in and out to emphasize his point. The two stood there awkwardly, having run out of conversation, which was pretty much the norm for their relationship. Brad continued to fuck his hole and Jared looked around the massive shit orgy for a way to extricate himself. That's when Brad surprised him again by asking in a husky voice, "Hey bro, you got any shit in you?" Jared looked at his brother and saw some real hunger in his eyes, his mouth open and drooling a bit. "The stuff out of the pipes is cool, but I'd love some fresh shit from a real hole, man. Can you help me out?" Jared wasn't used to having something his brother wanted, other than his boicunt to fuck. This could be interesting...
He walked up to his taller brother and hugged him, their slick bodies rubbing against each other. Lifting himself up slightly on his tiptoes, he seductively whispered into Brad's ear, "I am packed full of shit big brother. Not just any shit, but little kiddie shit." His brother groaned at the sound of that. "The little fucker took the biggest dump of his young life right into my cunt. My guts are filled with nasty little boy turds that are getting all warmed up and sludgy in there. Is that what you want?" Brad was practically whimpering with desire now, rapidly shoving the dildo in and out of his hole as he meekly nodded to his younger brother. Desire for such delicious shit vanquished all of Brad's usual bravado and swagger, and he looked longingly into his Jared's eyes.
"Please," he finally managed to half-whisper, half-moan.
"Please what," Jared teased, biting Brad's earlobe hard enough to draw a little blood that he swirled on his tongue. Brad groaned again.
"Please, Jared, can you feed me the nasty little boy shit in your cunt?"
"Can I have that slick double dong you've got all nice and shit-lubed for me?" Brad yanked the slimy toy out of his cunt so fast it was practically a blur. He held it out to Jared, who took it in hand. "Lie down," Jared ordered his big brother.
Brad dropped atop various piles and mounds of shit, fingering his now-empty hole with his smeared up fingers. Jared knelt down, his ass hovering over his big brother's face as his knees sank into the warm sewage around them. He opened and closed his cunt, teasing Brad with puffs of intoxicating stink from his hole. "Oh, and one more thing Brad," he said.
"Anything, bro" Brad croaked out, his voice thick with lust.
"Don't call me nerd again." And with that, Jared opened up his cunt a final time and pushed. The amazing dump the little Satanic priest had dropped into him now reemerged, warmed and moistened by Jared's own young guts. It poured out of his hole in a rapid swoosh and into Brad's open mouth. But the little fucker had shit even more than Jared realized at the time, and looking over his shoulder at his delirious brother, the pile was rising higher and higher out of his mouth. Jared took the slimy double dildo in his hand and deep throated the first half of it while he shat, sucking down Brad's residual ass-muck as it disappeared down his gullet. The other end hung lewdly out of his open mouth like a snake. Meanwhile Brad chewed and slobbered, pulverizing the mess into a beautiful brown goo that flowed out of his jaws and down his cheeks. Jared scooted back and forth over his brother's face, coating his own asscheeks and puffy cunt lips while spreading the filth up and down from his brother's hair to his chin.
Their dirty action attracted some of the nearby rutting pigs, who admired the nasty play between the two obvious brothers. One onlooker was a particularly filthy and bedraggled guy who was clearly homeless, with a tangled mass of unwashed hair and various marks and scabs over his rail-thin, tattooed body. Jared could practically see the crabs in his pubic bush as he walked over to siblings, and moaned in ecstasy that such a nasty fucker was joining them. Jared loved playing with the homeless guys in the park, and happily rode astride their stinking, diseased bodies whenever he visited to feed the ducks. Jared watched eagerly as this particular homeless dude took the other end of the double dong hanging out of Jared's mouth, and slid the remaining length into his gaping cunt. It only took a few seconds for Jared to smell and taste the liquid shit that began running down the length of the shared toy, as hobo diarrhea spilled into Jared's mouth and over his face. He drank it down like hot cocoa, humping his brother's face excitedly as the watery slops joined the big log of black shit he'd swallowed earlier in the porno theater. By now more men and boys were joining in, and Jared felt multiple hands rubbing piles of shit over his chest. Someone else was shit-jacking his cock and pulling on his balls with their slimy hand. Under him Brad was moaning as the length of his splayed-out body was rubbed down by countless shitty hands. Jared could hear his brother chomping and swallowing the kiddie shit he'd deposited, although he knew the sheer volume of the dump meant much of it was now smeared all over his own ass and Brad's face. In front of him, Jared looked around the backside of the squatting/shitting homeless guy to watch him making out with a nine-year-boy, passing lumps of shit from his own filthy, sore-covered lips into the boy's angelic mouth.
Jared felt his big brother cum first, his head rocking back and forth across Jared's cunt and ass cheeks as he screamed his orgasm through the mountain of shit in his mouth and over his face. Just as another wave of homeless diarrhea slid down the dildo, burning his throat, Jared felt his own balls churn up a massive load. Whoever was jacking him off brought forth multiple volleys, the arcing streams of cum spraying down everyone nearby. With a foot of silicone cock down his shit-coated throat, he couldn't cry out with the ecstasy he felt, but he groaned loudly with pure pig pleasure. As the homeless guy dismounted off his end of the shared sex toy and wandered off, Jared pulled the filthy dildo from his throat. With a grunt, he hauled himself up off his brother's face. Looking down, he couldn't help but smile, then laugh. Brad was completely coated in shit. Not a single inch of his pudgy white skin was visible, from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head. But he did have a giant grin on his face, the ultimate shit-eating grin. "Thanks little bro. That was delicious. And I promise to stop calling you nerd."
"Cool. Thanks." Jared tried to sound nonchalant but he was happy about the small victory. "I better go," he added, looking down at the glowing brown gem in his cockring. "Still got half the museum to cover."
"Alright. I think I'm going to hang here for a while, see if anyone has some weed to share" his brother said with a contented sigh as he wiggled a bit deeper into the piles of shit under him. "Have fun." Brad then got a mischievous glint in his eye before adding, "Dork." Jared gave him a gentle kick in his ribs but laughed in spite of himself. His big brother was always going to be exactly the same. He dropped Brad's double dildo back onto his chest, knowing he'd make good use of it, and headed up the stairs to the revolving door. Bits of shit dropped off his young, firm butt as he walked. Maybe he could get his dad to bring the whole family here next time. He'd love to see how nasty the four of them could get in front of everybody. Although he'd just shot a load, his cock already stiffened up as he walked, plotting out his next visit...