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. Email me with ideas if you are interested in more tales from The Scat Frat.
The brothers of Sigma Alpha Upsilon forge bonds that are unbreakable. Living a communal life of filth in the middle of the nation's most prestigious university takes a lot of trust, cooperation, and dedication. Every brother in the house is my soulmate in one way or another, and I would do anything for (or to) them. Our vast wealth and resources make this easier too -- there is no need to fight over possessions or money, not to mention wasting energy on something as meaningless as boyfriends. Everything in the house is freely shared and freely offered.
Still, there are sometimes conflicts that arise even among the most bonded of men. And that's how they are handled ... as men. On this particular occasion two of my SAU brothers had reached an impasse over planning our upcoming Brother's Weekend. Tradition had always held that boys of ten and older were invited to the house for this annual event. Rodrigo, a swarthy junior from Texas who often wore nothing but his assorted tattoos and his signature pair of cowboy boots, was a traditionalist. Like me, he had been introduced to his family's perversions on his tenth birthday. Rodrigo viewed this as a sacred rite of passage that went back to SAU's founding, one that should remain honored and untouched.
But Zabir, an ebony-black sophomore whose uncut donkey cock swung lazily back and forth whenever he walked into a room, suggested that our brothers were being introduced to their pig heritage much younger these days. By the time he was five, Zabir had already consumed hundreds of scat, zoo, and pedo videos on the internet. His father had begun his shitfucking and fisting education when Zabir was just entering elementary school, and he knew other SAU families were fucking, feeding, and whoring their sons even earlier. He wanted his own younger brother Sahim to join the fun at SAU this spring. After much arguing between the two it had gotten tense enough that the rest of the house needed to step in and resolve the question and source of friction. All would be answered using our time-honored technique -- a fight club-style match between the two.
We decided to hold the contest down in the boiler room, deep in the basement. The air was humid and hot as the old boiler pumped steam through the leaky pipes, raising the temperature to at least 90 degrees. I got there early, eager to watch my first SAU fight. While I waited on my pig brothers in the dank heat, I stripped down to just my favorite piss- and shit-crusted jockstrap, pulling it down long enough to slip on an enormous stainless steel cockring. I grabbed a butane torch and fired up a pipe of Tina, feeling the hot chem tendrils flow through my body. I blew out a swirling white cloud just as Rodrigo and several of our brothers arrived.
Rodrigo stripped down to just a pair of skimpy white gym shorts. His inked brown skin already glistening with sweat from the boiler room's heat. He was a short guy at 5'6 -- one of the shortest in the house; however, what he lacked in height he made up for in build, with thick biceps and massive thighs that came from years of horseback riding on his family's Texas ranch. As other SAU brothers arrived, Rodrigo was slathered in oil, soaking his gym shorts to reveal a half-hard chub of thick Latin meat and an impressive set of low-hanging balls.
The room was getting crowded as almost the entire house crammed into the steamy space. The reek of sweat and testosterone was intoxicating, and many more pigs were joining me in getting tweaked before the main event started. The air was thick with chem clouds and the sweet, solvent smell of passed-around bottles of poppers. Finally, as we were all getting antsier and hornier, Zabir arrived. He wore just a white wifebeater, which enhanced the complete blackness of his skin. Unlike Rodrigo, he was devoid of tattoos, but when he was 18 he had his family's crest branded onto his shoulder -- a tradition among the men in his near-royal family of wealthy Africans. Zabir wasn't thick with muscles like Rodrigo, but he was tall, strong, and lean, with prominent veins running along his arms and legs. And then there was his gorgeous cock, hanging low and curved like a serpent. Quickly after his arrival, multiple hands were slathering him in generous pours of oil that drenched his eggplant-colored skin and soaked his wife-beater so that his hard pig nipples poked through.
Rodrigo and Zabir met in the circle that the rest of us had created with our sweaty bodies. We stood around them in various states of dripping naked arousal. Next to me was Duncan, a pudgy senior with soft manboobs and massive, puffy nipples. I reached over and twizzled them between my sweaty fingers as he absently stroked my cock. I felt someone behind me slide his cock into my loose cunt, but I didn't even bother to turn around to see who it was, as my attention was rapt on the two gladiators circling each other before us.
Zabir made the first move, grabbing Rodrigo in a bear hug and lifting him up off the ground. Their oil-slick bodies writhed against each other as Rodrigo struggled to break the hold, and Zabir quickly threw him face down on the ground. With cat-like reflexes, Zabir landed with his knees on his opponent's back, pinning him to the floor. As Rodrigo squirmed under the knees of his black fraternity brother, Zabir grabbed two handfuls of the soaked white gym shorts and pulled them apart, ripping the ass of the shorts wide open. In a flash, he hoisted his balled-up fist and struck the first punch of the fight -- a punch that went right into Rodrigo's exposed pig cunt. Both men were already so slick from sweat and oil that the power behind Zabir's fist sent his arm all the way to the elbow and deep into the Texan's guts. Rodrigo bucked under weight of his opponent and screamed into the floor as his ass was ripped open. Those of us watching were cheering and bellowing our approval at this first move. "Fuck yeah, punch fuck that brown cunt." "Rip him open." "Punch that fucker into the floor."
As Zabir churned his fist in and out, I could see Rodrigo was positioning himself for a counter-attack, pulling his arms under him. Then the swarthy Latin pig's superior strength was revealed. With a quick thrust of his arms, Rodrigo essentially executed a pushup, even with Zabir balanced on his back. The sudden upward trajectory caught the leaner man off-guard as Rodrigo first raised himself and then rolled to the side, sending Zabir flying. His long, black arm went with him, suddenly vacating Rodrigo's hole with a loud slurping sound. Rodrigo was on his feet in an instant, even as Zabir was still sliding across the floor. The Texan's ass was exposed by the ripped apart shorts and a stream of runny shit oozed from his bloody red hole and splattered down in thick pools. Before Zabir could regain his equilibrium, Rodrigo was standing above him. He brought his foot down fast on the African's stomach, stomping his opponent hard. The crowd was roaring with excitement now, and a couple of my brothers had dropped to their hands and knees, running their faces through the puddles of shit Rodrigo had left behind. They snogged and slobbered into each other's shit-smeared mouths while the fight continued a few feet away. Zabir's stomach was being stomped again and again, as he moaned and hunched together before finally hurling under the relentless assault. The projectile vomit flooded over Rodrigo's white gym shorts, coating them in thick yellow bile and chunks of undigested food. Rodrigo's cock was rock hard and sticking straight out from the soaked material. He paused his assault long enough to slip out of the ruined shorts and rub the stomach sludge over his abs, cock, and balls. Zabir stood up shakily, stripping off his wifebeater, snot running down his face and long tendrils of puke drool hanging from his thick African lips.
The two were now both on their feet, circling each other again. There were a couple feints and lunges that produced little result, but gradually the fight shifted to a classic bareknuckle boxing match. Both fighters were landing raw punches on the other's face and about their head. As each punch landed their features became smeared with sweat and blood. Wet sludge dripped out of their noses and flowed down their chins. Both had a split lip that added to the rivulets of red that meandered down their necks and coated their pecs. They were getting shakier on their feet, and eventually Rodrigo tackled Zabir sending them both tumbling to the ground. Their rock-hard cocks ground against each other as they wrestled and rolled back and forth.
As they remained locked in each other's slippery grip, trying to gain an advantage, I saw an arc of piss begin from my SAU brother Dom's enormous cock on the other side of the circle. The trajectory of the fountain sent his rank nectar splashing over the two fighters on the floor. "FUCK YEAH," roared several of our fellow SAUs and nearly all of us joined Dom in unburdening our bladders all over the sweaty and bloody combatants. Even as the two squirmed against each other, they opened their mouths to eagerly accept the gallons of piss that were coming from every direction. Eventually their open mouths came together as they actively sucked down the piss, blood, and snot cocktail from their opponent's face. Although they were thoroughly making out, the fight continued as they wrestled for the upper hand. Zabir squeezed Rodrigo's balls and Rodrigo bit forcefully into Zabir's pig tits, but neither tactic worked. The other pig just responded with groans of pleasure and the two ended up tongue-raping each other's mouths and noses even more. I began to wonder if there would be a stalemate if neither brother conceded defeat.
The wrestling and grinding continued as the two flipped over and over across the piss-covered floor. Finally, it was Zabir who came up with the next move. He took advantage of a fleeting moment on top, and then used their oily slickness to shimmy/slide up Rodrigo's torso. In a flash he had landed with his knees dug into the Latin pig's shoulders, straightening up to put his full weight on keeping his opponent pinned to the floor. Rodrigo bucked a couple times to try and unseat the African above him, but to no avail. He was stuck under the weight of Zabir kneeling on him.
And that's when Zabir started shitting onto Rodrigo's torso. It was an epic shit ... a massive log that slid out in seconds followed by piles of looser, creamier sludge. The stink was amazing and every pig in the room was drooling at the exquisite pile that lay steaming on Rodrigo's chest. But there was little time to appreciate the results of Zabir's quick dump. In a blur, he grabbed his giant log off Rodrigo's piss- and sweat-drenched body and turning it vertical, shoved it down his opponent's throat. Rodrigo's eyes bulged in surprise as the pipe of shit slid down his gullet. As about two-thirds of the turd disappeared, Zabir smashed the remaining visible part down with his palm, forcing it in all directions over Rodrigo's face and further down his sputtering, gasping mouth. Once his palm bottomed out over the Texan's mouth, he held it there, smothering Rodrigo. With his free hand, Zabir had grabbed the mushier, looser shit, and this he brought forward and jammed up Rodrigo's nose with cartilage-cracking force. Rodrigo tried to scream in pain, but now both his mouth and nose where packed with shit and held in place by Zabir's jet-black, veiny hands. His eyes bulged even wider and his face started to turn red. At the same time his cock began quivering and pulsing, standing at full, straining attention as he began to lose consciousness under the piles of packed shit that filled every orifice.
Completely trapped and down to his last bits of air, Rodrigo slammed his hand down three times on the concrete floor, signaling his forfeit. At the same moment, his completely untouched cock began to erupt with a volcano of spewing pig cum. He passed out as his dick shot rope after rope high into the air. Zabir took his hands off his defeated opponent's nose and mouth and immediately started sucking the bloody shit out of Rodrigo's broken nose, drinking it down as fast as he could clear the clogged nostrils. With the nose clear, Zabir gave his frat brother's chest a good thump. Rodrigo inhaled sharply through his broken and blooding nose as he jerked back to consciousness. He then promptly hurled the packed shit that continued to fill his mouth and throat all over Zabir's face. The African pig planted his mouth over Rodrigo's, eagerly taking back his own, now-regurgitated shit. With Rodrigo's forfeit, the two now made out with the passion of long-time lovers, all forgiven and forgotten through the bonding of depraved pig lust. The rest of us cheered from the circle surrounding the rutting couple, before we too descended into our own chem- and bloodlust-fueled orgy that lasted well into the next morning.
My first fight club night had been as hot as I had imagined it would be. Plus, the question had been settled -- in just a few weeks our frat house would be filled with even younger boys than ever before for Sigma Alpha Upsilon's annual Brother's Weekend.