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. I wrote this as a stand-alone story for now, but maybe there's more to tell...??? Email me with ideas if you are interested in more tales from The Scat Frat.
I stood outside the front doors of the sprawling mansion, two 2-story wings stretching out from the central porch. The tall white columns along the front framed three giant Greek letters -- Sigma, Alpha, Upsilon. My cock stirred and my balls tingled with anticipation as I readied myself to enter into the most elite and most secretive fraternity in the world. Inside was the world of the SAUs, and I couldn't wait to take my place among them.
Sigma Alpha Upsilon is unlike any other fraternity. For one thing, it only has one chapter, which sits tucked away near the most prestigious university in the nation. The fraternity did not participate in traditional "rush" activities or have pledges that might or might not become members. Invitations were strictly given ahead of student arrivals. And almost all invitations were given on a legacy basis -- fraternal bonds passed down from father to son, with occasional uncles and brothers filling the role. Some new "bloodlines" would be added based on a very selective basis, but only after thorough research and vetting by current and alumni members. Once you were invited to become a SAU, no other options were considered or entertained. It was a 100% commitment.
Since it was founded in the 1890s, Sigma Alpha Upsilon has remained cloaked in mystery. SAUs never held the sort of open-door parties that defined other fraternities. There was no association with sororities or other Greek organizations. SAUs sometimes wore their brown and gold colors on sweatshirts and t-shirts when they went to class, but otherwise their presence on campus was marked solely by their coming and going through the locked doors of the Sigma Alpha Upsilon house. No one who was not a SAU had ever been inside, with good reason. And I was about to go where only my father and a handful of other lucky men across the generations had been.
I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Kyle Truescout. I'm seventeen -- young for a college freshman, but I skipped a couple grades. I suppose you could say I'm the bookish type, although my body is in decent shape since I worked out regularly throughout high school. With sandy blonde hair that hangs in my eyes sometimes, I've also been told I give off a surfer vibe; however, growing up in New York City I've never actually been on a surfboard a day in my life.
People sometimes comment on my last name. Truescout is strange, I know, but it makes more sense when you realize it is a modified version of our real family name -- Truescat. You see, I come from a long line of complete and total filth pigs. The Truescat family line goes back to cattle ranchers and horse breeders on the American frontier. My ancestors apparently took a personal interest in the cocks of their stallions and bulls. The family had a reputation for breeding livestock equipped with the most enormous cocks, overflowing balls, and endless stamina for fucking -- all traits farmers and ranchers paid top dollar for in the American West. Of course, before the animals went to market, my ancestors were fucked by those gargantuan cocks as much (or more) than any actual heifer or mare on the ranch. And as the name implies, the Truescats were also absolute shit and manure whores, hiring only ranch hands with similar proclivities. To hear the family lore, their ranch was an endless orgy of shit, piss, and fists. But from time to time, they'd get cleaned up enough to sell their prize-winning horses and bulls for massive profits. The Truescats eventually moved into the "new rich" echelons of Chicago, New York, and San Francisco, expanding the family fortune through the Gilded Age and beyond while discretely changing the name to Truescout. Of course, they were some of the original founders of Sigma Alpha Upsilon.
Fast forward to today, and I'm the sixth generation of Truescouts to pass through the doors of our fraternity. I learned about my heritage on my tenth birthday. Like all the men in my family, I hit puberty young, and was already sporting the largest cock in my class, which I was jacking off four and five times a day. On the morning of that fateful birthday, my dad came into my room and shook me awake. As I opened my eyes, I saw his gigantic nude body, covered in hair, from which his 12-inch hard cock was sticking straight out and drooling precum. "Son," he said as I gazed hungrily at his cock and sagging, low-hanging balls, "it is time for you to become a real man and to learn the Truescat ways." It was the first time I'd ever heard our original surname. Over the next week, my father and I locked ourselves within our Manhattan penthouse and explored every level of filth and depravity together. I learned how much I loved shit and puke, snot and piss ... anything men can share and swap.
Eventually I had to return to school and dad to work. In preparation, my dad explained how the Truescouts were one of about a hundred families whose wealth and privilege helped to mask the degenerate pleasures that took place behind closed doors. By day we walked the halls of business and government in our power suits and managed billions of dollars in assets around the globe. By night we became rutting pigs, happily indulging in every act that "normal" society considered perversions. One of the key steps in maintaining that duality was Sigma Alpha Upsilon, a home for the nation's next generation of filth-loving CEOs, politicians, and leaders of every kind and industry.
From my pocket I took out the large, wrought-iron key that my father had given to me and inserted it into the door's phallus-shaped keyhole. After hearing a satisfying click from the lock, I pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside, letting it close behind me. I looked around the large but empty room. Carved dark wood covered the walls and an elaborate staircase swept upwards to the second floor. There were closed doors at either end of this marbled entry hall. Two things struck me as I looked around. First was the intense heat. It must have been 85 degrees or more, and I was already starting to sweat under my t-shirt and baggy board shorts. That suited me perfectly ... I love being coated in hot sweat and letting it stink up my body. Second was the smell. Even in this massive chamber I could pick up the faint, but unmistakable scent of shit. My cock was getting harder just inhaling the weak but tantalizing aroma.
The door to my right opened. A hot redneck-looking guy entered the entry hall and walked across to me. He was basketball-player tall, at least 6'9 or more, but wiry thin with long hair. He was covered in tattoos of various sizes and images. But most strikingly, he was naked from the waist down, wearing only a tight wifebeater tanktop that was streaked with brown smears and yellow stains. As he approached, I could also see a thick wad of dip tucked into his cheek, as his mouth leaked brown spittle down his chin and neck, and onto his filthy top. I smiled and held out my hand, but he ignored it, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in for an open mouth snog. Brown drool and chewing tobacco smeared all over my face as we smashed our faces together and forced our tongues deep into the others' mouth. He ground his impressive 10-inch cock into my crotch as we made out and I ran my hands over the shit-encrusted wifebeater. After a couple minutes of this, he broke off the delicious, dip-fueled spit swap and stepped back, grinning as he looked me over. "SAUs never greet each other with a handshake," he said in a thick Cajun accent, his eyes flashing with mischief and lust.
I smiled back and nodded, "Gotcha."
"I'm Will Schweinson," he continued. "Welcome home. There are five new SAUs this year -- which one are you?"
"Kyle. Kyle Truescout," I replied as I reached out with my finger to collect an enormous swab of precum leaking from Will's stiff cock. I brought it to my mouth, savoring the flavor.
"Ah, the next Truescat generation. Your family is legendary. Well, like I said, welcome home. This place was purpose built for pigs like us. I think you are going to enjoy your years here."
"I already am," I said with a chuckle, helping myself to some more of Will's seemingly endless supply of cock ooze. I could feel the filthy chew-spit from our introduction starting to harden on my face.
"Let's take the tour and get you settled in," Will offered, pointing me to the door opposite from where he had entered. I grabbed my two stuffed duffel bags that I'd hauled from home and let him lead the way. We walked through into a small antechamber, also empty except for the smoked glass sliding doors before us. After all the historic elements of the frat house I'd encountered so far, this modern entryway jarred me. The doors swooshed open to reveal a massive room. In fact, it was the lower level of the entire wing of the house I'd seen from the outside, completely open as a single space that resembled a professional athletic locker room. The back wall contained a row of shower heads, while a bank of sinks and mirrors ran down the adjoining wall. On either side of me stood rows of stackable washers and dryers, while a corner held a row of suits, neatly wrapped in clear dry-cleaning bags. Down the length of the room ran two rows of mahogany open closets and drawers, each topped with brass nameplates. Will led me to mine where my name was already hanging over my empty closet and drawers. All around me were the smells of deep cleaning chemicals, laundry detergents, and soaps. It was also decidedly cooler in here, a temperature that clearly wasn't designed to get a pig sweating.
"This is our least favorite room in the house, but the necessary one," Will explained. "When we have to go to our classes, jobs, or interviews --- anything out in the non-pig world --- we get ready here. This is where we wash up and keep our clean clothes. This is where you can store things like wallets, watches, and keys. There are no locks. Your fellow SAUs are more bonded to you than anyone on Earth, and our trust in each other is complete. Why don't you drop your stuff off and get naked and we'll go see the rest of the house?"
I couldn't get out of my street clothes fast enough. Although my cock had softened a bit in the interval since my arrival, I was still happy to let it free along with my full balls. As we were turning back to the sliding doors, I spotted a metal spiral staircase in the corner by the showers that I had missed before. Down it descended two burly, hairy guys who looked like a couple bruising rugby players. Their bodies were thick and bulky, and even more impressively, they were completely covered in shit. I could also see impressive ropes of white, creamy cum over both their chests, set off by the coating of turds that painted them. They waved to Will and me as they headed under the shower heads, clearly glum at the prospect of having to wash all that beautiful man sewage off their bodies. Will shook his head at the injustice of it all as we headed back into the entry hall.
This time we crossed over and through the door on the other side, the same one that Will had used when he came out to greet me. As we passed through, the stench of shit, puke and piss hit me hard and my mouth started to water in Pavlovian response. We were standing in a grand dining hall, nearly as large as the wing-sized locker room on the other side, but shortened by a pair of swinging doors that I assume led to kitchen. It looked like a room straight out of a castle, with thick wooden rafters, elaborately carved wooden walls, and wrought iron chandeliers. Across the top of all four walls was a muralled frieze of rich colors that depicted a kind of mythological Arcadia. But in this paradise, the centaurs were raping the fauns; giants were having their mancunts stuffed by living trees; mermen perched hungrily off the side of a ship while mighty heroes shat immense turds down their throats. Likewise there were obviously-ancient tapestries on each wall, but rather than depicting religious or military scenes, they showed massive orgies of raunch-loving men, covered in finely woven representations of shit and puke.
In the middle of the room were several heavy wooden tables, also elaborately carved. They were covered in platters of food and drink, some freshly placed and still heaping with sandwiches, burgers, and pastas. Others had been picked clean. Looking closer I also saw platters heaped with shit, while others still were a mixture of food and filth, such as the pizza upon which a still-steaming dump rested. Every kind of liquor bottle was available along with several kegs -- no worries about underage drinking here!
There were also several of my SAU brothers in the room. Four of them were in a naked, writhing heap on the floor in front of one of the tables. They were surrounded by beer bottles --- longnecked magnums --- from which one was happily swigging while he pissed, unloading what seemed like gallons of recycled beer piss all over the floor and his mates. Two more had flipped their legs up and over their shoulders so that their gaping mancunts stuck straight up in the air. Into them they were pouring the sudsy brews from the bottles, filling their holes with beer. I knew from personal experience that butt chugging beer was a great way to get drunk. Meanwhile, the fourth was busy lapping at his frat brothers' holes, as well as slurping the pissy beer mixture off the floor.
On the other side of the room was a pair of SAUs who were mirror images of each other. Twins, I assumed, about 20 or 21, with blond hair and classic farmboy features. They were feasting on what looked to be steaks piled high with shit. They chewed their sewage-slathered pieces of rare beef with open mouths, drooling the bits of sludgy meat down their chins. Then they would bring their open mouths together to swap the shitty meal bites back and forth. I heard one of the brothers beginning to retch. Will and the beer-wallowing pigs on the floor began chanting "puke, puke, puke." Sure enough, the brother hurled his half-digested steak lunch all over his brother's face and down his throat, while the rest of us sent up a hearty cheer. My cock was back to being rock hard and throbbing, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Will.
He grabbed my cock and gently tugged me back to the door. "Let's check out upstairs," he suggested. Reluctantly I left the hot scenes in the beautiful dining room and headed back into the foyer. Another of my classmates had apparently arrived, as a fully dressed hot black guy with long dreadlocks was making out with a huge bear of a man with a massive protruding beer gut. The older, nearly 300-pound SAU was completely naked except for a penis pump attached to his bloated cock. I smiled, knowing the new arrival would momentarily be getting the same tour I was on.
I followed Will upstairs and onto the second floor. By now I was not surprised to see there were no hallways or doors. The stairs opened onto a single massive room, one that ran the entire length of the house, over both the "clean" wing and the dining wing. Light filtered in from long narrow windows along the top of the wall -- too high to reveal anything of the room to the outside world. The air in the room was stifling hot and smoky, filled with the whirling scent of cigarette and cigar tobacco, weed, and a distinct whiff of meth. It was also heavily laden with the heady aroma of shit. The floor was littered with dozens of filthy bare mattresses, all with giant stains of brown and yellow. More than a few also had brownish red splotches from bloody encounters. There was no such thing as privacy here. Everything was open in the enormous single space with clear sightlines throughout. I saw discarded sex toys of every variety littered among the sea of nasty mattresses -- dildos and vacuum pumps, anal beads, baseball bats, and more. The walls were lined with shelves that were packed even further with all kinds of pleasure-producers -- drugs of every persuasion, poppers of infinite variety, and toys of every make, model, and size. I spotted the spiral staircase at the corner that I now knew led down to the showers, but no one seemed particularly eager to head there.
Looking around, I counted about two dozen college men in various stages of pigginess. Some were simply passed out, sleeping while coated in slimy mixtures of manly filth. Others were engaged in seemingly normal activities like reading, smoking a joint, or typing on their laptops, even as they dripped with shit and puke. Others still were deeply involved in depraved acts of raunchiness. One threesome had formed a fisting chain, punching into the guts of their frat brothers. A four-pack was engaged in a cocksucking daisy chain where all the participants eagerly pushed their brothers' enormous cocks to the back of their throats in order to produce slimy regurgitations. Nearby was a skeletal lad who had stuffed an entire baseball bat up his cunt, and now lay prone on the mattress, pissing as he endlessly inhaled from a giant bottle of poppers.
"This is our inner sanctum," Will told me solemnly, stripping off his wifebeater as he spoke. Across his chest he had the Greek letters of Sigma Alpha Upsilon emblazoned in the rich blue of tattoo ink. "Here there are no rules, only pleasure. We deny our brothers nothing and they deny us nothing in return. Everything is given freely, no matter how depraved or degenerate." As he spoke, he led me to an empty mattress, coated in a still-warm sheen of diarrhea. He pushed me down and then joined me, his tall, tattooed body hovering over me as he gazed deeply in my eyes. "We have no initiation ceremony," he told me, "No bullshit hazing rituals. To be part of this fraternity is to wholly commit your body to a life of filth among your brothers. Is that what you want?"
"Oh yes," I said, my body practically aching from the sense of belonging I felt -- in Will's arms, in this room, in this house. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, one that quickly overwhelmed us in pure piggy lust. I bit and chewed on his lips and tongue, happily slurping his spit and blood. In return, Will ravaged my nostrils, sucking out my snot and feeding it back to me. I felt his fingers searching my dry mancunt, so I pushed out the load of shit I'd been saving all day to meet his urgent probing. Quickly his fingers were coated in the gooey slop from my guts, serving as the perfect lube as he thrust three and four fingers into me, and finally his full fist. As he attacked my shitty hole, I reluctantly moved from exploring his glorious mouth and lowered my head instead to his puffy nipples. As I bounced on his closed fist, begging him to shove his arm deeper into my shit-lubed chute, I began to actively gnaw and chew on his man tits. I devoured his inch-long nubs, biting and slurping as if his blood was mother's milk. He moaned at my mouth assault, and used his pleasure/pain feedback to punch his way further in my guts. My ass walls gave way to his fist pounding, mixing blood and shit up and down his hairy arm. I started pissing uncontrollably from my rock-hard cock, the red-tinted urine arching above us like a fountain and raining down over our manic assault of each other.
I heard a loud fart and squelching sound, and reached down as Will's ass opened up to pass out a gigantic turd. It felt like an anaconda in my hand, solid and hard. When it finally pinched off, I hauled up my prize and saw the beautiful 15-inch manlog resting in my hand and up my arm. With a twinge of sadness that my mouth couldn't be everywhere at once, I released my gnawing vice on Will's tits and lay back on the mattress, still riding Will's arm like a pig puppet. I lowered the gigantic turd past my lips and down my throat, letting half of it lewdly stick out of my mouth. Will lost no time lowering his mouth onto the exposed other half, letting it slide down his throat as well. We froze in time, staring into each other's eyes as this solid double dildo of shit rested deep down each of our throats. Will's arm remained buried past the elbow in my cunt. Our throats instinctively tried to slide the log back or forth between us to gain some refuge from the shitty intruder, but we were locked together by the tremendous packed turd. Almost simultaneously we both began to gag around the thick log, our bodies quivering as we heaved, sweat breaking out in a thick sheen and running over us.
Will puked first, sending his river of sludge down his packed shit to splatter all over my face. That set me off, puke projectile shooting back up the shit column like some sort of manraunch geyser. As the shared turd began to soften in the warm puke bath, we pushed our way towards each other, squishing and squelching the shit and puke over our faces, down our gullets, and over our bodies. My hands were everywhere, smearing the sludgy slurry into our faces, over our bodies, and through our hair. Our oozing cocks ground against each other as the slippery slime gathered in our pubes and dripped off our heavy balls. Once again, our mouths fought to completely engulf and devour the other, the drooling brown slobber running in rivers between us. I humped myself up and down on Will's arm and thrust my dick alongside his cock and against his tight, slimy abs. With a bellow I announced my load, which erupted from my cock with the power of a cannon. I spasmed with pleasure as rope after rope splashed between our bodies, mixing with the sickly brown sludge that coated us. Even as I was still convulsing with my orgasm, Will yanked his arm out of my cunt with rough speed that made me moan loudly. In a second his cock was shoved to the base to replace it, piercing the bloody slime his fist had left behind. He bottomed out and climaxed at the same time, sending his own thick streams of pig batter deep into my ripped apart hole. Like me, he was moaning and bellowing with pleasure, shouting out an endless stream of beautiful obscenities.
As we came down off our orgasmic highs, I pulled Will into a tight embrace. As our bodies squished together, they radiated heat into the already-hot room, sweat mixing into our shared filth. I looked around. Our rutting pig session had been a mere blip in the fraternity's massive hall of depravity. Some new hookups had begun while Will and I had been lost in raunchy lust. Others had finished. The dreadlocked black guy I had seen arrive was now being smothered under the massive shitting ass of the huge SAU brother who had greeted him. I realized that as soon as my cock recharged, there would be endless options and variations for me to pick from and endless pig sex to be had. For the next four years, Sigma Alpha Upsilon would be dedicated to helping me on my own shit- and raunch-fueled journey of ecstasy. I hugged Will's dripping body tighter as I drifted off to sleep. I was home.