Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2022 17:06:00 +0200 From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" Subject: A Week in Grassmore - 3 Like your stories piggy and sleazy? Then be a good pig and donate to Nifty... now! https://donate.nifty.org/ 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, and will eventually include scat, puke, and 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. WEDNESDAY Caleb had skipped school on Tuesday so that he and his dad could spend all day together in their new sex room. It had been the most amazing day of his life. The litany of perverted father-son acts they had shared still boggled his mind: smoking meth together; fisting; piss enemas; shit fucking. At first, Caleb was convinced that they would never leave their room. But when he finally checked his phone, there was a slew of texts and messages from his friends and teammates about how depraved and debauched school had been that day. And then his father Bill had said that they really did have to rejoin the "real world" at some point. So, after a final morning fuck, Caleb headed to school. He still hadn't showered, and his body reeked of pig sex. He wore another of his barely-there muscle tanktops and a skimpy pair of translucent white running shorts, commando style. As he approached the school's front door, he saw a big, hastily-written sign directing all students to the gymnasium. When he got there, he saw most of his classmates were already settling in. Grassmore High was a small school. The town just wasn't very big these days, but it did have a lot of community spirit and an independent streak. Grassmore had resisted attempts to fold their student population in with other towns, and had kept the doors open so that their kids could stay right where they lived. But even the gymnasium wasn't really a gymnasium anymore, since the only sports team the school could support was football. But everyone still called it the gym when there were assemblies and other gatherings like today. Caleb thought he remembered hearing that the current student population for the high school was only about 60 students total. But walking into the gymnasium, it looked like just about half of that number was there. It took him a moment to realize why -- there were only guys sitting in the bleachers. There wasn't a single female anywhere. This was awesome, Caleb thought happily! Then he started noticing other things. The remaining 30 or so guys were all dressed pretty similarly to him -- revealing tanktops, wifebeaters, cutoffs, running shorts. There were even a few shirtless dudes and a handful of other surprises like singlets and guys wearing just their jockstraps. He also noticed the stink. On Monday he and his classmates had gotten piss-soaked together, and he had thought that smelled awesome. But now the smell was about 100 times stronger. It was clear no one in the gym had showered that week and the stink of piss was mixed with even more sweat, musk, and definitely some shit. Caleb was boning up in the skimpy shorts as he hurried to take a seat. He plopped down next to his buddy Jesse who was on the football team with him. Instead of greeting him with a typical fist-bump or chuck to the shoulder, Jesse leaned over and shoved his tongue down Caleb's throat. The quarterback responded in kind, swapping heavy spit with the handsome tight end. With a playful bite on Caleb's lips, Jesse pulled away to say, "Glad you made it." They might have resumed their snog, but at that moment the school principal Mr. Beatkoff walked to the center of the gym floor and called for everyone's attention. The big black man had always commanded focus and respect in running the school for the past several years, seeing as he was at least 6'5 and built like a brick shithouse. The student body was free of much of the bullying and bullshit that plagued other schools, largely because Mr. Beatkoff wouldn't tolerate it and nobody crossed Mr. Beatkoff. Caleb had only ever seen the principal in starched shirts, pants, and ties, but today he looked like he had come straight from the gym. He had on a white tanktop that showed off the man's massive ebony-colored chest and boulder biceps, and a pair of skintight Lycra biking shorts. Caleb couldn't help but notice a massive snake of thick cock running down one side of the shorts. His own cock was now sticking up past the waistline of his shorts, leaking precum like a mountain spring. Jesse casually reached over to swirl his finger in the sticky stream, before sucking it clean with a lewd wink to Caleb. "Gentlemen, it is good to see you," Mr. Beatkoff began, his deep bass voice booming in the gym without the need for a microphone. "You all are looking good. Damn good. Smells damn good in here too. Smells like men." The boys in the bleachers gave a cheer at that one, and Mr. Beatkoff gave his crotch a little rub before continuing. "I wanted to advise you of some changes here at Grassmore. Some big changes, that I think you are going to like, once we all make some adjustments. The first you have probably already noticed. As of last night, the school board has officially made Grassmore High an all-boys school. It is now a men-only building, gentlemen." The room erupted in celebration at that, with the highschoolers jumping to their feet and bellowing a full-throated cheer. Grinning, Mr. Beatkoff let the testosterone-thick waves wash through the gym for a while before signaling for the boys to take their seats again. "Now, as you know, we've always had to struggle to keep such a small school open, and now we are even smaller. So, working with the school board last night, I've made another decision." Pausing for dramatic effect, he nodded to Mr. Ballstone who was standing by the gym's side door. Pushing it open, the teacher stepped aside as about 20 little kids, all boys, walked in. Many of the highschoolers in the bleachers recognized their younger brothers, who like their older siblings, were dressed in an array of slutty clothes -- short-shorts and minuscule t-shirts, some shirtless, others just in a pair of superhero briefs or underoos. The older boys murmured appreciatively as Mr. Ballstone and Mr. Beatkoff directed the youngsters to head into the bleachers. Caleb looked on with horniness as two kids headed up the stairs to join he and Jesse. "Hi, I'm Kenny," said the stockier one before pointing to the pale, thin boy next to him, "and this is my best friend Skip. He has an awesome cunt." Caleb smiled and pulled Skip over to him to sit on his lap, as he said, "Well, I'm Caleb and this is my best friend Jesse. He has an awesome cock." Jesse reached around to Kenny and gave him a similar greeting to Caleb's, French kissing the young boy with drooling gusto. "How old are you boys," Caleb asked. "Nine," they responded in unison, although Kenny's response was somewhat muffled by Jesse's tongue swabbing his tonsils. Further conversation was then interrupted by Mr. Beatkoff. "Okay, okay. Everyone settle down and put your cocks away. There will be time for that later. For now, listen up as I tell you how this is going to work." The horny scenes set off by the young boys' arrival died down and all the K-12 students reluctantly turned their attention back to the principal. "Now you boys are too young to remember this, but back in the day, schools like this one, out on the frontier, were one-room schoolhouses. Younger boys sat next to older boys, and everyone worked together. Older boys were mentors and helped the little kids while keeping focused on their own education. Teachers made sure everyone learned and they were leaders in turning boys into men." Caleb nodded, liking the sound of such a brotherhood. As an only child, he felt like he sometimes missed out on the possibilities of brotherly love, but suddenly, he was being given 20 new younger brothers! Mr. Beatkoff continued: "Starting today, we are converting this gym and the school's library into two `one-room schoolhouses.' Classrooms, really. These are learning spaces gentlemen. Which means, also starting today, these two spaces are off limits for any sexual activity." A chorus of moans and boos erupted from the bleachers, but Mr. Beatkoff put up his hand and the students quickly settled back down. "I know, I know. We've gotten a little wild recently. But school is still school, and as much as we'd all love to fuck all day, you still need an education. So, every morning starting at 8:30 a.m. SHARP," (the "sharp" rumbling through the gym for emphasis), "school is in session. Which means no fucking, no sucking, no beating off, no pissing, and no shitting in these two spaces. And that covers anything else I might have forgotten, including smoking, drinking, and drugs. Is that understood?" There was a half-hearted spattering of yes's and yeahs, so Mr. Beatkoff hauled himself up to his full height, puffed out his massive chest, and shouted: "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" "Yes, Sir!" came the reply, and they meant it. Horny as they were, they'd respected Mr. Beatkoff too much to say anything else. The principal nodded and resumed his explanation: "Having laid down the law, I know you all need to get off too. And especially now that we have all these hot, little boys with us, it is going to be hard to get through the day without blasting a few loads. Fortunately, our young elementary school boys bring with them a tradition that you older ones have probably forgotten about: Recess. Or as we are going to call it: Fuckcess. And Fuckcess begins at 12:30 every day." Here he paused again, knowing that the boys were hanging on his every word. He wanted to make sure everyone was listening and that he was crystal clear: "Assuming you spend the morning working hard together, staying focused, arriving on time, and following the rules during those four hours of real education, I am turning the rest of the school over to you boys to do whatever you want. From 12:30 onward will be your time gentlemen for Fuckcess. No rules, no limits. You can smoke. You can drink. You can get high. And of course, you can fuck. The restrooms, the cafeteria, the classrooms are all yours -- everywhere except here and the library." Here the boys erupted in another chorus of cheers and hollers. They immediately understood the implicit deal: if they all applied themselves to a real education, instruction, and collaboration across the various age groups, every afternoon could be a fantastic 50-teen-and-boy orgy limited only by their own perverted imaginations. It was a deal every last one of them was willing to take and abide by, from the seniors right down to the kindergartners. As the cheering died down, Mr. Beatkoff smiled again. "Well, it sounds like we have an agreement. So, let's get to work..." For Caleb, the morning passed in a blur of hard work and excitement as the entire school came together to implement Mr. Beatkoff's wonderful vision. Classrooms were emptied out of their desks, screens, and boards as the library and gym were transformed into teaching spaces fit for about 25 students each. Groups of older boys were sent over to the elementary school to retrieve smaller desks, books, and supplies for the little kids, while the more tech-savvy highschoolers set up banks of computers, scanners, and printers. Caleb and Jesse led a small group from the football team who set about preparing the restrooms for Fuckcess, removing all the doors, stalls, and partitions. Up and down the halls all doors were removed so that Fuckess was completely open and all the activities completely visible and sharable. Some former classrooms were filled with old wrestling pads hauled over from the gym storeroom, while other rooms were equipped with rows of newly-constructed rimseats. Around 10:00 a.m. a truck pulled up and Mr. Beatkoff used the intercom to ask for volunteers to help unload it. Caleb and about 10 other guys unloaded pallets of mattresses as well as couches, recliners, and tables, which they distributed around the former classrooms. At 11:30 another delivery arrived, this one filled with boxes marked "Do Not Open Until Fuckcess" and cryptic instructions to distribute them throughout the school, everywhere except in the two new common learning rooms. At first Caleb was frustrated at not being able to at least beat off, especially since everyone was getting so hot and sweaty, and turning him on with their stink. But the enticement of 12:30 rolling around gave him the discipline he needed, and he quickly realized that Mr. Beatkoff's plan was going to work. Sure enough, at 12:30 on the nose, the intercom crackled again and Mr. Beatkoff's deep voice came on. "Gentlemen, we have done it. Tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. you will report to one of the two rooms we've set aside, and you will resume your education. And four hours later, you will be free to fulfill your nastiest and most depraved desires. We have reached that time now. In the cafeteria you will find as much pizza as you can eat, and going forward there will always be a spread of good, bulking foods for lunch, ensuring you all have big, beautiful shits. There are also boxes throughout the building that you may now open. School lets out at 3:30. Enjoy yourselves until then." The speed with which the orgy started surprised even Caleb. Standing in one of the classrooms outfitted with half a dozen bare mattresses, a table, and a mystery box, the three boys with Caleb immediately tackled each other and began ripping off their clothes. A junior named Alvin already had his cock down the gullet of a little boy who looked even younger than Skip and Kenny. Caleb could actually see the outline of Alvin's cock down the kid's skinny, pale throat. Meanwhile, a freshman who Caleb didn't know by name had planted himself between the quarterback's asscheeks and was hungrily slobbering along Caleb's ripe, unwiped shithole. He bent himself over the table in order to give the underclassman more access to his trench, which also put the unopened box within reach. While he was getting expertly rimmed and tongue-fucked, he tore open the box. Inside was a tray of poppers as well as bag of perfectly rolled joints and a few lighters. Caleb passed one to Alvin and sparked his up, inhaling deeply. "Fuucckk, this is strong stuff," Alvin said, and Caleb nodded. In fact, it was the best weed he'd ever had. Grabbing the poppers, he took some deep huffs back and forth up each nostril before passing the bottle over to Alvin. Ever the gentleman, Alvin let the little boy take deep draws while he throat-fucked him, before taking a few hits for himself. The pungent smell of weed filled the room as Caleb and Alvin consumed their joints and made out between lung-fucking drags. "Ah man, this kid is good," Alvin said to no one in particular bucking his hips back and forth and holding the child by the head as a skull-fucked him faster and faster. The little boy was so small, his whole body was being rocked by the brutal pace and his eyes began to swell and water. But he kept sucking and slobbering over Alvin's thick meat that battered his face. "Ahhh, FUCKKKK," the upperclassman groaned as he unloaded a thick load of cream down the kid's skinny little throat. The boy moaned as rounds of cum fired deep into his stomach. "Thanks kid," Alvin said, ruffling the tyke's hair before pulling out his sopping wet cock. Lit joint dangling from his lips, he headed into the hall. The guy rimming Caleb stood up and pointed to the panting little boy, still on his knees. "You mind?" "Go for it," Caleb said, sparking up another joint and handing it to the dude. While he smoked, the freshman pushed his cock forward to give the kiddie slut his second skull-fucking of the afternoon. A couple more guys wandered in, cocks hard. Alvin was probably spreading the word about the tiny little whore who had a sweet throat to fuck. Caleb was tempted to stay, but the was weed making him hungry as well as high as fuck. After tucking one more joint behind his ear, he headed to the cafeteria for pizza. As he walked down the hall, all around him were scenes of sheer beauty: fucking, sucking, fisting, pissing, shitting, and more. His cock was hard and dripping, leaving a trail of precum behind him, but ultimately it was his stomach that drove him forward. Entering the cafeteria, he spotted about seven or eight other students, including Jesse and the two boys they'd met earlier, Skip and Kenny. Both Skip and Kenny were side-by-side on their backs atop one of the tables, all four legs hoisted high in the air. Jesse was fucking Skip and then, just as Caleb walked in, slid over and sunk his cock into Kenny. All three were eating slices of pizza while they fucked. Even more sexy, the two nine-year-olds were sharing their chewed-up pizza mush between them, swapping the sloppy gunk in their mouths and letting it run down their faces and chins. Jesse caught sight of Caleb as he switched yet again between the two boy cunts. "Hey fucker! Get yourself a slice and a hole, bro." Caleb did one better, grabbing an entire unopened box with a hot, greasy 8-slice pepperoni pizza inside. He tore the lid off and brought over the open box to the threesome, dropping it across the chests of the two small boys. He knew they'd love being treated like a piece of furniture. At the moment Kenny had the empty, available shitter. Caleb sunk his cock into the tight boicunt as he picked up a slice and began chowing down as he fucked. Thanks to the weed, everything felt and tasted so fucking good. Without a little brother of his own to fuck, this was also Caleb's first taste of kiddie cunt, and it was fantastic. He knew in an instant that he was a perved-up pedophile through and through, and he would be fucking every young hole in the school. He couldn't thank Mr. Beatkoff enough for his brilliant idea. He switched hands holding his dwindling slice, and reached over with his greasy fingers to twist Jesse's nipple. Jesse reciprocated, giving his nipples some good tugging and yanking, as the two teammates rocked in and out of their respective tight boicunts. Jesse then reached into the box and grabbed another slice, except this time he smashed it into Caleb's right pec, smearing the hot cheese, sauce, and grease across his buddy's chest and puffy tits. Caleb moaned appreciatively as his teammate massaged the mess into his chest fur. Grabbing a third slice, the quarterback returned the favor, smearing the toppings and sauce all over Jesse. He also lifted up his classmate's arm and rubbed the pizza up and down his rank pit. With both slices ruined, they popped the remaining bread and crust into their mouths, savoring the musk of hot teen bodies that now permeated them. Just as the little boys had done, the two older dudes chewed with open mouths and leaned into each other to swap the nasty mush between them. Not once in the entire exchange did they pause in the pistoning of their pedo cocks in and out of the kids, who watched the two older tops with awe and admiration. Taking a fourth slice, Caleb brought it to Kenny's little size 5 feet that were hoisted into the air and began rubbing the pizza between his kiddie toes and along the dirty soles of his feet. Sauce and greasy cheese soon coated his fucktoy's tiny feet and dripped down his skinny little legs. Once again following his quarterback's lead, Jesse did the same with young Skip. The two boys moaned into each other's mouths as they made out while their feet were getting smeared with hot pizza. Then, while the older students chewed up the ruined remains of the slices, they also began licking and sucking the toppings off the filthy soles and toes. Pizza slobber moved back and forth between their mouths and the kids' feet as they sucked, spit, and chewed all over and around the messy appendages. Pulling the fresh joint from behind his ear, Caleb sparked it up and began passing it around to his best friend and the two nine-year-olds beneath them. All four smoked the weed with deep draws, appreciative of how strong it was. It was so sexy watching the little boys get high as fuck. Caleb wanted to one day get them even more fucked up, filling them with meth, crack, and every other drug that could rush through their tiny, frail little bodies. Feeling the munchies resume, Caleb selfishly grabbed another slice to enjoy, snarfing it down while the spliff passed through the other three's hands. Seeing the two remaining slices in the box, he leaned over to Jesse and began whispering in his ear, his classmate nodding in agreement. They each picked up a remaining slice, but instead of eating it, they rolled it into a tube. Then each football player withdrew their cocks from their respective holes, earning a brief whimper from the young kids at the sudden emptiness. But in another second, they were moaning in pleasure as the older boys inserted the rolled-up pizzas into their tight little boicunts. Then, lining their cocks up to the center of the roll, the highschoolers jammed themselves back in. Their hairy crotches pushed the pizza the rest of the way in, where it disappeared into the little slut holes. Caleb and Jesse could feel the hot cheese, sauce, and grease encircle and engulf their cocks, while Skip and Kenny felt the heat and grease from the inside. It felt so nasty and delicious to have both pizza and cock instead them, and now the older boys really went into overdrive. They were each pounding there cocks harder and harder into the little ones' sloppy, messy cunts, pulverizing the pizza as they fucked. The empty pizza box went flying to the side, re-exposing the kids' tiny little chests and throbbing cocklets. Skip started pissing all over his chest as he was getting fucked, followed quickly by Kenny. The hot streams flew left, right, and center as they were jackhammered by the rutting football players. Churned up sauce, cheese, and shit started squishing out around the teen's cocks as they sped up even more. "FUUUCCKKKK," Jesse shouted as he began unloading his heavy balls into the tiny little whore beneath him. Caleb was within seconds of the same, screaming at Kenny, "Take my pedo cum you fucking slut. Filling you up with my perv teen cum. Fuck, you are such a fucking hot little boy. I want to be your big bro and fuck you all the time." Driving each word home with a thrust of his muscular hips, he must have dumped a gallon of scalding jizz into the ravaged pizza-filled cunt. His cock still buried in the boy, he saw that his pubes were thick with grease, sauce, and shit. That's when he released his bladder. Kenny moaned in pain and pleasure as his tiny little insides were suddenly bloated with a firehose of rank quarterback piss. "Fuck yeah," Jesse nodded in admiration, and followed suit, filling Skip up with a couple gallons of his own. The boys writhed in bloated ecstasy and agony at the flooding of their guts, their prepubescent cocks spasming in dry orgasms. As the last of his stream dwindled, Caleb pulled out and immediately lay down next to Kenny on the piss-soaked table, knocking the wet, empty pizza box out of the way. In an animalistic growl he grabbed Kenny's face, looking deep in his eyes as he said, "Feed me." Kenny just nodded, and scampered up, standing on the table. Waddling carefully while holding his ass-cheeks together, he positioned his feet on either side of the reclining quarterback. Squatting down over Caleb's face and open mouth, he removed his hands from squeezing his butt together and started pushing. In an instant Caleb's handsome teen face was submerged in a stream of piss, shit, cum, and pulverized pizza. The stinking mess smacked him full on, and he started hungrily chewing and swallowing the sludge, smearing what he couldn't get down his gullet over his face, hair, neck, and chest. He was vaguely aware that Skip and Jesse were performing the same filthy act next to him. The stench was incredible as the two fourth-graders emptied out there well-fucked, pizza-packed guts. Although they had just cum, both Caleb and Jesse were furiously jacking their hard cocks, lubed with the kiddie gut slurry. "FUCCKKK" they both screamed again, this time into the gaping cunts of their feeders as they convulsed in another round of orgasms. Thick white ropes of cum landed on the sickly brownish pizza/sewage mix that they'd smeared over their wallowing pig chests. Finally feeling emptied out, Kenny moved from his squatting position and snuggled into Caleb's arm and across his still-heaving chest. The two gently kissed, whispering professions of brotherly love to each other. Jesse smiled, and gently rolled Skip onto Caleb's other side, to receive similar caresses and coos of sweet tenderness. He smiled as he hopped up off the table to go find some more pizza, filth dripping off his face, chest, and cock. His best friend was such a teddy bear he chuckled to himself. He wondered if Caleb was just going to snuggle with the boys the rest of the afternoon until school let out. But one thing he did know for sure: he and Caleb would never miss a day of school again.