Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2022 18:01:41 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: A Week in Grassmore - 2

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Welcome to the latest Piggysleaze series. It is set in the same "world" as
some of my other stories, so I've provided a quick background summary if
you haven't read those. This series is one of EXTREME raunch, including
scat and puke, along with other degenerate themes. As always, do not read
if younger than 18, and this work of fiction does not represent any real
people. Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com


Backstory: By 2022 a secret cabal of filthy, degenerate, incestuous raunch
families had attained the highest levels of power and money. They used
their privilege, wealth, and positions of power to launch a scheme that had
been decades in the making: filling the food and water supply with
pharmaceuticals that would turn ordinary men into filth-craving, depraved
pigs like themselves. For one of their first testing trials in the fall of
'22, the cabal selected the small Midwestern town of Grassmore, population
1,000. This is what happened over the course of a week, as the additives
began to affect the town's male inhabitants.


TUESDAY

Danny's Barber Shop was a Grassmore institution. "Danny" was in fact
Daniele Raphael de Cazzo IV, the fourth generation to run the barber shop
on Main Street, but of course everyone simply called him Danny. Just as he
was an excellent barber who descended from other excellent barbers, most of
Danny's customers were men and boys whose fathers and grandfathers had
gotten haircuts in the very same spot. There was only one barber chair --
Danny worked alone. And there was a huge waiting area because demand was so
high. But it was a great space for men and their sons to wait
together. Sports was always on the tv and there were magazines for every
interest. For twenty cents you could help yourself to a candy stick from
the big jar that Danny kept full of the colorful confections. Given the
long wait-times, there was also a bit on an unofficial tradition in
Grassmore that boys could miss an hour or two of school on a weekday if
their dads needed to take them to Danny's. So, it was no surprise to the
barber that when he came to unlock the front door of his shop on Tuesday
morning, there were already two sets of dads and sons waiting for him.


Danny was actually running late by the time he got the door unlocked and
invited his customers in, apologizing for the delay. Somehow, he just
couldn't seem to stop jacking off. He'd spent all morning pounding his big
Italian sausage. He'd recently taken up smoking for no other reason than it
made him feel horny and sexy. Now he found himself smoking reds and
stroking his cock all the time. He'd drained his balls in bed before
getting up, watching with satisfaction as his creamy load splattered all
over his hairy chest of thick, black fur. He'd shot another load at
breakfast, beating his meat at the kitchen table and then dumping the
creamy jizz over his ham and eggs before digging in. His chiseled features
and perpetually scruffy face broke out into a grin as he savored his
cum-flavored meal in between drags of another red. He'd shot a load on his
front porch, chain smoking and jacking off in full view of the street and
his neighbors, but somehow he didn't care. Then he'd shot another load on
the toilet while smoking some more and taking a dump. He'd aimed his thick
jizz onto the massive turds that lay piled up in the bowl, looking
longingly and hungrily at his mess. It was only the chime of his inherited
grandfather clock in the hallway that pulled him out of his raunchy haze,
telling him that he was already late to opening the shop up for the day. He
threw on jeans and a t-shirt, skipping underwear entirely, and hurried on
foot the handful of blocks to the barber shop.


Of course, he didn't tell any of this to his waiting customers, both of
whom he recognized. There was George "Dutch" Dutchman and his nine-year-old
son Kenny. Dutch was primarily a housepainter, but also an overall handyman
around town. He was a thick-necked burly guy from his old high school
football days, short and stocky. Today he was wearing just a pair of denim
overalls that were crusty with dried paint of just about every color and
hue. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so the overall suspenders and bib barely
covered his still barrel-like chest and impressive nipples. His son Kenny
was a bit of a fireplug himself, with a face full of freckles and a mop of
reddish-brown hair that clearly was the main reason the pair was at Danny's
first thing on a Tuesday morning.


Then there was Nate Evercott, although everyone knew the accountant's
nickname in high school had been Nate Evercock, given that the man was hung
like a horse and a horndog through and through. Somehow, against all odds,
he'd only managed to knock up one girl, which produced his own
nine-year-old boy Skip, whom Nate adored. Sadly, that sperm lottery was
stacked against poor Nate otherwise, leading him to a shotgun wedding with
the meanest, bitchiest, nastiest cunt in Grassmore.


In the intervening years, Nate had turned from ladies' man into pure
schmo. Standing outside Danny's, he was dressed in nerdy, ill-fitting
short-sleeved button down and a pair of too baggy khakis that did nothing
to show off his once-famous trouser trout. And from Danny's professional
perspective, the worst was that Nate tried to cover up his balding with a
terrible comb-over. The two dads were from different sides of the
proverbial tracks, and it was evident that they didn't know each other much
more than in passing. But their two boys were in the same fourth grade
class and thick as thieves. They were whispering conspiratorially with each
other as Danny turned on the shop's lights, tv, and other equipment, as
well as donning his barber's smock over his t-shirt. When he was finally
ready, he asked, "O.K. who's first and am I doing just the boys or the dads
too?"


Inside his head, Danny replayed what he had just said and knew that the
wording wasn't an accident. In addition to taking up smoking and constantly
wanking, Danny was increasingly distracted by his customers. Every one of
them turned him on, even poor old Nate. But especially his young
customers. Every day that little boys came into his shop he got hornier and
hornier, thinking of all the nasty things he wanted to do to them. And to
their dads. And to the boys with their dads. Damn, thought Danny, I'm
boning up already. It was going to be a long day...


Nate spoke up to answer his question, his voice hesitant, like he wasn't
used to being able to speak freely. "Dutch and Kenny were here first. Skip
and I can wait." With that, he plopped down in a chair and pulled Skip
towards him, situating his son on his lap. Given that there were about 30
empty chairs, Danny thought Skip sitting on Nate's lap was odd, but hot. He
wondered about that infamous cock and if it was stiffening under little
Skip's tiny ass.


Dutch headed to the barber's chair as he announced, "Go ahead and trim me
up first. Kenny, go over and sit next to Mr. Evercock ... I mean Evercott
... while Danny fixes me up." He blushed at his mistake, but Danny also
thought he caught the painter rubbing his crotch a bit before the barber's
cape went over him. After chit-chatting a minute over Dutch's preferred cut
specifications and the latest weather, Danny used the mirrored wall to
watch Nate and his son Skip, as he began Dutch's haircut. Nestled on his
father's lap, Skip leaned back against his dad, nuzzling hard against his
chest. For his part, Nate started by hugging his boy to him, but as Danny
watched, the hug became more and more sensual, running his hands slightly
up and down the boy's chest. Dutch was watching the show in the mirror too,
and Danny could see his hand moving back and forth across his crotch under
the black cape. The barber's own cock was rock hard as well, as he
simultaneously attempted to pay attention to Dutch's haircut and his other
customers.


Danny tried to return to simple banter to help bring his attention back to
Dutch. "You got any jobs lined up Dutch?" he asked.


"Yeah," said Dutch, "got a house to repaint this afternoon. Some old bitch
said something about how she couldn't stay in Grassmore anymore. She picked
up and left, so her son emptied out the entire house of all its crap, so he
could move in and turn it into a bachelor pad. Told me to paint it anything
but pink."


Danny chuckled, adding as he snipped his scissors, "Yeah, I'm hearing a lot
of stories like that. Not that I'm complaining..."


Suddenly Nate spoke up from the back row of chairs: "I kicked Jessica out."
Danny paused his cutting and both he and Dutch turned around in surprise to
look at the hen-pecked Nate. It was hard to concentrate because Nate had
stripped off Skip's Mighty Mouse t-shirt and was actively massaging his
nine-year-old boy's naked torso. Even more distracting was Dutch's boy
Kenny, who was leaning across between his chair and theirs to kiss the lips
of the half-naked boy on his daddy's lap. Nate continued, as if none of
this were happening, "Couldn't take her anymore. Her voice. Her
perfume. Her nasty cunt. So, I told her if she didn't leave, I was going to
publish the pictures of her fucking the family dog back when she was
18. She didn't know that her daddy had given me those before he passed."
Young Skip and Kenny were actively making out now, as Nate continued his
story, tweaking his little boy's tits as he talked. "Then, just for good
measure, this little guy," he paused to proudly rub Skip's mop of unruly
hair, "pulled down my gym shorts right in front of her and started sucking
my cock. Right there on the kitchen floor. While she was screaming bloody
murder, he pulled off my cock and said, and I quote, 'fuck off you
worthless cunt.'"


By now Danny and Dutch were opening rubbing their oozing cocks. Between
Nate's story, his open molestation of his boy, and the make out session
between the two nine-year-olds, both barber and client were horned as
fuck. "Fuck I need a smoke," Danny muttered, setting down his scissors as
he reached for his pack of reds.


"I'll take one," Skip asserted authoritatively, with Kenny piping up, "Me
too." Danny sensed tacit acceptance from their fathers, and handed each
fourth grader a cigarette, as well as giving them a light. To his delight
there was no silly hacking or coughing as if it was the boys' first
time. The two nine-year-olds smoked like pros, taking long hands-free drags
deep into their lungs and blowing the smoke out their nostrils. Nate hugged
his boy harder against his chest as the youth smoked, squeezing his tits
more and more forcefully. Dutch in the barber's chair had thrown off the
barber's cape and unhitched his overalls to get has his throbbing nine-inch
cock and began jacking hard at the scene. Danny meanwhile ripped off his
barber's smock and unzipped his jeans, openly smoking and stroking as he
stood and watched the boys lewdly enjoy their cigarettes while Nate
administered to his boy's obviously insatiable tits. The barber and the
client both busted out their loads simultaneously, with Danny aiming his
jizz all over Dutch's chest while the burly man added his own ropes of
cream to his hairy pecs.


"Fuck, I needed that," Dutch growled, not bothering to re-hitch his
overalls.


"Me too," agreed Danny, as he picked up the scissors and resumed Dutch's
haircut. He kicked off his jeans, so that he was shirtcocking as he worked,
also not bothering to recover himself with the smock. "You guys should get
more comfortable," he called over his shoulder to the adult and two boys in
this waiting area. The kids stubbed out their cigs on the floor and then
proceeded to strip naked, their small but admirable cocks sticking stiffly
from their bodies. As much as Nate had come out of his shell just a few
minutes before, he obviously still had a ways to go. He stayed dressed,
only hauling out his once-famous dick through the fly of his trousers. It
was indeed a thing of beauty -- pushing past a foot in length to a good 13
inches, with long, thick veins and a hood of uncut flesh that stretched
another couple of inches. Dutch let out a long whistle.


"Kenny, why don't you get in there and give Mr. Evercock a little
servicing," the painter said, winking at Nate through the mirror at the
intentional name swap. Both Skip and Kenny, now naked, climbed back onto
the row of chairs, taking ones on either side of Nate. They then proceeded
to share his beautiful meat between them. As the two boys licked and
slurped along the shaft, Dutch restarted the conversation with Nate that
had gotten them all distracted. "So how long ago did you send the bitch
packing," he asked, looking at Nate through the mirror as Danny worked on
his hair.


Nate manspread back in the chair as the boys ministered to his cock. "About
a week ago. Funny enough, Skip and I had started our father-son
relationship just the night before."


"Yeah, that's about when Kenny and I fucked for the first time too," said
Dutch, already stroking his chub back to hardness. "Of course, it has just
been the two of us for a few years now, but one night -- like you said,
about a week ago -- I just realized that we needed to be lovers." Danny
gave a final snip of the scissors and declared Butch's haircut done. Butch
looked it over in the mirror and nodded his approval. Making no move to get
up from the chair, he called over: "Kenny, come on over and let's get that
mop top of yours cleaned up." Kenny reluctantly gave up his position on one
side of Nate's massive pole and reported to the barber's chair. Without
missing a beat, he climbed up into his dad's lap which was already sporting
another full erection. The nine-year-old pulled his asscheeks apart and sat
down on his father's cock, sinking all the way down as his child's voice
groaned in lewd pleasure. "Now remember," Butch said to his son, "no
squirming or bouncing around while Danny's cutting your hair. Just sit
still." Kenny nodded, open mouthed and drooling as he made final
adjustments on his daddy's dick, and Danny got to work with the scissors.


Meanwhile, Nate whispered something in Skip's ear as he fished out a dollar
from his wallet. The cute nine-year-old practically ran over to the candy
jar with it, his pert erection bouncing ahead of him. He grabbed a handful
of old-fashioned hard candy sticks and brought them back to his father,
then resumed his position draped over the chairs so he could go back to
sucking and chewing on his dad's enormous cock. As the rest of the
barbershop watched in the mirror, Nate took one candy stick after another
and calmly inserted them into his boy's young, tight cunt. Skip moaned
loudly with each new addition and murmured "more" and "fuck yeah, daddy"
around the head of Nate's leaking cock. Stick after stick disappeared into
Skip's hole, Nate counting out loud to five, as if he were giving his son a
lesson in his numbers. Once the fifth one was completely gone inside his
son's guts, Nate then ordered his boy to climb up and straddle his cock.


"Holy fuck, Nate," Danny gasped, "can he really take that monster?"


Nate just beamed with fatherly pride and said, "watch him." Once again,
Danny set down his scissors and took his cock in hand as the little, thin,
wiry nine-year-old began to sink down on what was widely regarded to be the
biggest cock in town. The fact that he also already had five sticks of hard
candy in his ass seemed to make no difference. The boy lowered himself inch
by inch. His classmate Kenny called out a stream of filthy encouragement
from his angelic little mouth: "Yeah, you fucking little fuck whore. Take
your daddy's giant horsecock in your tight little cunt. Fuck yeah, Skip,
keep going. Bottom out on that pedo daddy cock you little slut fucker."


Since his haircut had been paused, Kenny also took the opportunity start
bouncing on his own dad's cock as he spewed a stream of filth talk. As hot
as Dutch fucking Kenny in his barber's seat was, Danny couldn't keep his
eyes off Nate and Skip. The little boy was a pro, sliding down a few
inches, then back up a couple to adjust, then back down a few more, going
down closer and closer to the base of his father's monster meat. And then,
with a sigh that rolled his eyes up into his head, he pushed the rest of
the way and bottomed out along the last few inches until he was snug
against his dad's hairy balls. The rest of the barber shop cheered as
father and son sat motionless for a minute, luxuriating in the perverted
pleasure of their coupling.


And then Skip began riding again, sliding up and down the endless inches of
the shaft, almost to the tip, but never enough that his father's pedophile
meat might slip out of him. His coordination and skill were Olympian-level
as he rode his beaming father's dick faster and faster. Up and down, he
turned Nate's cock into a driving piston, going deep into his candy-filled
guts. In fact, Nate could sometimes feel his cock pushing the hard candy
sticks deeper into the recesses of his son's young intestines. Watching it
all in the mirror, Dutch and Kenny were also fucking like maniacs, Kenny
bouncing on his father's fireplug cock like a ragdoll. Danny jerked his
thick Italian meat faster and faster too. All of them were coated in sweat
as the perverted scene produced waves of heat and manly stink. The room
echoed with moans and grunts and begging for harder, faster, deeper, and
more. "FUUCCCKKK, I'm cumming." They lost track of who said it first
because they were all blasting at the same time. "FUUCCKKK, ahhh God,
FUCCKKK, I'm cumming so hard..." Both boys felt their guts flood with hot
daddy jizz, as gallons of scalding cream filled their holes. Meanwhile,
Danny blasted his load all over young Kenny's face, coating his sweet
boyish features with layer after layer of steaming cum. Both boys spasmed
with dry orgasms as their rigid child cocks twitched and oozed a bit. Their
dads knew instinctively that they'd be pumping out real loads one day soon,
in spite of their young age.


Danny picked up his pack of reds and passed out another round of cigs and
lights to the boys. He clutched his own red in his mouth, smoking handsfree
as he finished Kenny's haircut, cum dripping off the boy's angelic
face. Young Skip slowly rose up off his impalement of daddy cock, and lay
down on the floor, smoking away as the cum oozed out of his hole. When
Danny completed his final snips, and both father and son declared it looked
good, Kenny looked up at his dad and asked in a precious nine-year-old
voice of hopefulness, "Daddy, can I have the candy now?" Dutch smiled down
at his boy, sitting comfortably atop his deflating but still half-chubbed
cock, and nodded his ascent.


Kenny scampered down and joined his friend on the floor. As the adults
watched, he used three of his tiny fingers to reach into Skip's
still-puffy, red hole. Going deeper he added a fourth finger, before Skip's
cunt sucked in his entire hand. The men gawked at the sight of the two
little nine-year-olds engaged in fisting on the barbershop floor. But when
candy is involved, boys knew no limits, and sure enough, Kenny quickly
shouted in triumph, "Got one!" Pulling out his hand from his classmate's
gaping cunt, he held up a stick of candy coated in Nate's cum and a little
bit of creamy, churned up boy shit. Looking quite solemn in his boyish way,
he handed it to Skip and said, "you should have the first one." Then he
reached back into the boy's cunt as if he were merely rooting around in a
cookie jar, looking for candy stick number two.


Danny chuckled appreciatively at the horny and perverted display before
turning to Nate. "Nate, it looks like your boy is going to be a while. I
want you to strip out of those clothes and come to my chair." Dutch hopped
up to relinquish the seat and headed over to the waiting area with his
overalls still down around his ankles. Nate hesitated for a moment and then
nodded, kicking off his shoes and removing his ill-fitting trousers. He
took off his shirt next, and Danny was surprised to see he had on a
tight-fitting wifebeater tanktop underneath it. When Nate moved to take it
off next, Danny said, "No, leave that on."


So, Nate climbed into the barber's chair in just his wifebeater, his
freakish snake of cock flopping off the edge of the seat. Out of the corner
of his eye, he saw that Kenny had managed to retrieve another stick from
Skip's bowels, this one even more covered in white and brown. Ever the
polite young boy, he handed it to his father, who popped the jizz and
scat-covered confectionary treat into his mouth, savoring the mix of sugar,
cum, and shit. Danny turned his attention back to Nate. "Nate, you are so
fucking hot. But that shrew you knocked up made you forget what a stud you
are. Just because you are an accountant doesn't mean you need to look like
one. You should look like the scorching hot dude with biggest cock in town
because that's what you are." Nate looked up at his barber with pure
gratitude for what he was saying. His eyes even welled up a bit. Danny
leaned down and kissed him, gently at first and then with more and more
passion as they attacked each other's mouths. The spit-fueled snog simply
reinforced Danny's speech ... Nate was hot as fuck and needed to look
it. When at last they broke off their make out session, Nate just nodded
and Danny went to work.


First, the barber took his clippers and shaved off the terrible
comb-over. Then he lathered the top of Nate's head with hot, steaming
shaving cream. Pulling out his straight-razor from the drawer, he slowly
and sensually shaved Nate down to the skull. Between passes he and Nate
made out some more, exploring each other with their mouths. Danny rooted
around in Nate's ears and up both his nostrils with his hungry tongue, and
Nate reciprocated. A few inches of shaved scalp at a time, Nate transformed
into a handsome skinhead. Dutch was watching the transformation too, and
suddenly hopped up and hitched one of his suspenders together so that he
could walk more easily. "Be right back," he said as he headed out of the
shop to his truck. He returned quickly with a pair of well-worn brown
workboots, that appeared to be stained with copious amounts of piss, cum,
or both. Danny nodded at the suggestion, and as the last line of shaving
cream disappeared under the razor's pass, he also said, "be right back" and
ducked behind the curtain into his storage room. Sure enough, he spotted
the dirty pair of running shorts he'd tossed in there a couple months
ago. Grabbing the boots from Dutch, and brought the pile to Nate and said,
"put these on."


A few moments later, Kenny shouted in excitement from the floor of the
barber shop, even with most of his arm stuffed up his friend's cunt, "Wow,
Mr. Evercock, you look fucking hot." Sure enough, the man who stood before
them was entirely transformed. His skinhead cut set off a handsome and
surprisingly rugged face that had been hidden under his combover and
perpetually hang-dog look. His wifebeater tank top showed off his chest and
arms, leading down to the nearly translucent, skimpy Adidas running
shorts. Wearing them commando style meant that Nate's massive cock snaked
out the opening and down his bare, hairy legs. And finally, his newly
donated workboots completed the effect of making him look like a complete
bad-ass.


Both Danny and Dutch were springing wood again just at the sight of
him. They both started jacking hard and furiously all over again, moved
into pure animal lust by the handsome man who stood before them. Danny
grabbed Nate's shoulder and pushed him down into a kneel, as he and Dutch
slid up on either side of the smooth, shaved dome of Nate's skull. In spite
of impressive loads they'd already released that morning, both men were
cumming in less than a minute, as if they were teenagers in a "who can cum
first" race. The thick, creamy ropes splattered all over Nate's skinhead
and he moaned in pleasure as the hot spurts of cum scalded his
freshly-shaved head. He reached up and began rubbing the cum into his
skull, and felt two more bursts of hot liquid as Danny and Dutch began
hosing down the transformed skinhead in their piss. Nate happily alternated
between rubbing the piss into his skin and drinking it down, even as the
overflow soaked his wifebeater and shorts. As the streams dribbled down to
a trickle, Danny looked down on the floor at the two boys still rutting
around in a lewd fisting session.


"Skip," he said, "It looks like you're the only one left who needs a
haircut."


It was Kenny who protested, whining in his child's voice, "But I haven't
found all the candy yet."


Danny chuckled, struck how quickly the boy could swing from foul-mouthed
whore to average nine-year-old. "Well," he said with a conspiratorial look
at Nate who was standing up after the cum and piss christening of his new
look, "my barber's chair as a secret." He went into the storage closet
behind the curtain and came back with two metal pieces. Dutch and Nate
looked at each other confusedly, until Danny went over to the chair and
affixed them to the base. Then the two adults laughed as they finally
recognized what they were: stirrups! Danny leaned the chair back so that
the stirrups came up. "If you promise to keep still like Kenny did when he
was getting his haircut, then I'll cut your hair while you lay in the
stirrups and Kenny can keep looking for the rest of the candy sticks." Both
boys shouted a celebratory "hurray" as Skip scrambled into a semi-reclined
position with his legs hoisted up in the air.


The whole room paused to admire the beautiful young cunt on display, gaping
open and ready for his friend to return to his arm-deep excavations. Kenny
thrust his fist in without hesitation, working his way in deep. Danny took
up position at the head of the chair and gave Skip one more reminder about
keeping still while he cut. The boy's father watched the display
proudly. He was thoroughly horned up from his cum and piss soaking, and the
scene in front of him was just making him even hornier. Dutch knew the guy
needed a hole fast, and he was dying for that famous cock. Pulling out a
chair into the middle of the room, he positioned himself over it so that he
and Nate could watch the boys while they fucked. Nate needed no more
invitation than that, and slid his monster in the housepainter's quivering
hole.


The next fifteen minutes were a complete perversion of a classic Norman
Rockwell-esque scene. Yes, it was still a nine-year-old boy getting a kid's
cut from the local barber on Main Street. Except the boy was naked and in
stirrups, being fisted by a naked classmate, while both were smoking
another round of reds. The barber was naked from the waist down, also
smoking with deep, lung-fuck draws. The boy's father was standing in a
puddle of piss and fucking one of his fellow townsmen over a chair, the two
rutting in pure abandon as they watched their boys' fisting session. Even
as some banal sports announcer played on the t.v. the room was filled with
the sounds of fucking, moaning, grunting, and the squishing of a young
boy's guts being plowed with an arm.


Everyone once in a while, Kenny would announce that he had recovered
another candy stick. The final one came out just as Nate finished pumping
his way to another orgasm deep into Dutch's hairy man cunt. "FUUCCKKK," he
groaned as he emptied his heavy balls. Danny snipped his scissors
theatrically and declared the boy's haircut done. Kenny walked around with
one of the candy sticks in his mouth, and handed the remaining two to Danny
and Nate, the only ones who hadn't gotten to taste the shit- and
cum-covered treats from Skip's ass. Given that these last two had been
fucked the deepest into the boy, there was more shit than cum on them, but
everyone sucked on the sticks happily, savoring the taste.


Danny was still sucking on his candy stick when everyone finally got
redressed and left. The barber and Nate exchanging one last passionate kiss
and the promise of hooking up again soon. Danny smiled at the pile of
clothes the accountant had left behind, and scooped them into the trash
bin. Licking the last bit of boy shit from the end of his hard candy, Danny
wondered happily what the rest of Tuesday would hold...