Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2022 01:59:44 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: A Week in Grassmore - 6

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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, 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.


SATURDAY

Growing up, Caleb hadn't really thought that much about the house his
family lived in. He knew it was one of the biggest in town, and that his
family was wealthy, but for him it was just home. But bringing Wil over
after they'd exhausted themselves with a couple more rounds of raunchy sex
with his teammates, Caleb saw his home through Wil's eyes. It was indeed
enormous, with six bedrooms and a huge ground floor great room with a giant
fireplace. Wil was definitely impressed and Caleb hoped his new little
brothers, as he liked to think of them, would be too. For now, the two
teens practically crawled into Caleb's old bedroom that he hadn't used
since Bill had created their shared sex room. But it was late and he didn't
want to wake up his dad up. The two filthy teens were asleep in seconds
after their heads hit the pillows.


Typical teenagers, they slept until nearly one in the afternoon, at which
point they had to get up to help get ready for the barbeque. Bill was
downstairs in the kitchen, naked of course, busily gathering steaks and
sausages for the grill. Caleb and Wil walked in, both blinking at the
bright sunshine and rubbing the crusty dried shit and puke from around
their eyes. Bill smiled at the handsome pair, and handed them each a hot
cup of coffee. "I've already added cream," he said, and Wil could see the
thick load of jizz floating in his mug.


"Delicious, sir," complimented Wil, his monster cock already starting to
stir to life again.


"Please, call me Bill," Caleb's father insisted, as he dropped to his knees
in front of Wil's already-massive and growing dick. Caleb joined his dad on
the floor, the two taking turns sucking on Wil's throbbing meat and his
huge balls. Wil stood in the kitchen, drinking his cum-flavored coffee as
the incestuous father and son pleasured him. He watched as the sexy,
perverted family slobbered all over each other and his dick, smearing their
faces with his oozing precum and raunchy drool. The way they treated his
balls really got him going, as they sucked and pulled down hard with their
mouths. He could feel their teeth in the skin of his ballsac and he moaned
in pleasure. Wil could already tell his body was changing. As the cum built
in his heavy, sagging nuts he instinctively knew he'd have no trouble
staying hard and pumping out more loads all day long. Soon he was grunting
in animal pleasure as he blasted all over the father-son lovers on the
floor, coating their faces and open mouths with a river of cum. "Mmmmmm,"
moaned Bill as he stood up, "now THAT'S some delicious cum. I'm glad you
could join us today, Wil. With that cock, I know you'll be quite the hit at
our little get-together." Caleb beamed with pride at his new love, and
jumped up off the floor to kiss him, snowballing Wil's thick jizz between
them. Bill let them go on a bit before finally cutting in, "O.K. you two,
I'm putting you to work. Since you slept all morning there isn't much time
to get everything ready. Folks will be here around 3:00 p.m." Wil and Caleb
broke apart, Caleb gave his dad a silly salute, ready to take orders.


Heading upstairs, Wil borrowed from Caleb's now-signature wardrobe of
skimpy shorts and dangly muscle tanktops. They spent the rest of the early
afternoon preparing everything for the family gathering. A couple times
Caleb tried to get his dad to give him a hint about tonight's surprise, but
Bill always dodged the questions, telling his son they were running out of
time to get ready. Sure enough, the doorbell rang right at 3:00 p.m. just
as they were putting the finishing touches on the spread.


Caleb opened the door and was nearly bowled over by Kenny racing in to hug
him hard around the waist. He was dressed only in a pair of tighty-whiteys
that showed off his pert little ass. Kenny's dad Dutch stepped in behind
him, chuckling at the nine-year-old's enthusiastic greeting. The short
bearish daddy was dressed in sleazy short-short cutoffs and an open plaid
shirt, also with the sleeves cut off. "He talks about you non-stop when he
gets home from school," he said to Caleb, giving Kenny a playful rub on the
head, "so it's nice to finally meet you." He pressed forward and gave Caleb
an aggressive snog, running his tongue along the quarterback's teeth and
down his throat. Caleb returned the slobbering attention, sucking and
chewing Dutch's lips hard, until he tasted a little blood that he sucked
hungrily. Kenny groaned happily as the little boy was squished between two
of his favorite guys grinding away, the front and back of his head both
being rubbed with their hard, leaking cocks.


Eventually they broke off their introductory makeout session, allowing
Dutch to meet Bill and Wil, both of whom also provided welcoming tongue and
slobber to Dutch and Kenny. Just as all the snogging and tonguing was
wrapping up, the doorbell rang again. This time when he answered it Caleb
was stunned to see a tall skinhead that made his cock jump in
excitement. Nate had completely adopted the skinhead look and it suited him
perfectly. The tall dad was dressed in laced up Doc Martins, skintight
bleached jeans, and a Lonsdale white polo shirt that hung on him like a
second skin. But what really got Caleb going was that Nate had ripped open
the front of his bleachers so that his cock and balls were hanging out in
the open. The man was enormous. Of course, Skip had talked about how hung
his father was, but seeing was believing. He even gave Wil a run for the
money, plus he was uncut, with a beautiful long hood that Caleb eyed
hungrily. He was about to drop to his knees to start chewing on the
foreskin when he realized someone was missing. "Where's Skip?" Nate smiled
and pointed behind him. Looking around the tall skinhead, he saw that the
bleachers also had a zipper down the ass, which gave a naked Skip access to
eating his father's cunt right there on the front porch of the house. Caleb
laughed, grabbing the kid in brotherly horseplay, "Come here you horny
little fucker" before planting a kiss on him, tasting Nate's ass funk on
his son's nine-year-old wet lips. This naturally set off another round of
introductory drooling snogs as everyone learned everyone else's names and
relationships. Bill seemed especially interested that Nate was an
accountant and Dutch was a contractor, as if his mind was spinning on the
information.


At last, they agreed to head out to the patio, which had been prepared for
the party. Three long tables groaned with offerings for the guests. Down
the first was the food: chips and baked beans; coleslaw and potato salad;
and all kinds of meats -- steaks, burgers, hot dogs, and sausages. The
second table was laden with booze at one end and drugs at the
other. Practically anything the guests might want was available, from light
beers to crack pipes, and everything in between. And finally, the third
table was overflowing with sex toys including pumps, strap-on dildos, ball
weights, cockrings, and more. The fathers and sons whistled and hooted with
pleasure at how much their hosts had gone over-the-top for their shindig.


Caleb grabbed the hands of Skip and Kenny and led them over to the toys
table, where he proceeded to outfit their child-sized bodies with
cockrings, nipple clamps, and ball weights. The heavy metal looked obscene
on their tiny little kiddie junk and tits, and Caleb was leaking furiously
looking at his child lovers. Meanwhile his dad had taken Wil under his
wing, pouring them shots of whiskey and sparking up the fattest blunt on
the table. The two knocked back shots and smoked weed like they'd known
each other forever. Finally Dutch and Nate, who had been largely
inseparable since their time at Danny's Barber Shop, grabbed some meth to
pass back and forth in between 69'ing on the ground. White clouds enveloped
them as they sucked cock and squeezed balls. Bill and Wil wandered over and
began pissing over the rutting dads, their moans of pleasure soon
attracting Caleb and their sons to do the same. Five pissing cocks,
including the little stiffies of their boys, hosed them down in rank urine
while they rolled around on the ground, cocks down each other's throats.


As their piss dwindled, Skip whispered conspiratorially in Kenny's ear, who
nodded and grinned evilly. The two took positions on either end of their
69ing fathers, admiring the heavy set of balls both men offered. Then,
without warning, they both kicked their fathers' nuts as hard as they
could. The ball bashing elicited moans of pain and pleasure from both dads,
neither of whom made a move to give up the cock buried in their throat. The
boys kicked again and the waves of pain and nausea swept over the rutting
pigs, their eyes crying and their moans deep with agony and ecstasy. One
more swift kick to the nuts and their dads began puking. Projectile puke
spewed around the cocks they were sucking, spilling in great waves down
into their pubes and across their crotches.


The pain and nasty hurling sent them both over the edge of orgasm. Even as
puke was spilling out, both daddies began to spasm in climax, dumping thick
ropes of baby seed down the other's throat. Their children immediately fell
to the ground with them, sucking the stomach sludge off their black and
blue balls, and diving for any drips of cum that might have leaked out. The
two ball-bashed fathers only stopped sucking cock when they were sure the
last pumps of cum had been gifted. Separating, they moaned on the ground as
the boys ministered to their aching nuts, exchanging their earlier violence
for tenderness as they carefully licked the battered balls clean of
puke. The whole perverted scene had Bill, Caleb, and Wil horny as hell, and
the trio lined up into a fuck train -- Caleb sinking his cock deep into his
father, while Wil fucked him with his monster horsecock. Watching the
fathers and their little boys' depraved ballbusting and puking sent them
into orgasm quickly, with loads going deep inside Caleb's and his father's
shit tunnels, while Bill unloaded his jizz over the picnic table full of
food. Ropes of cum splattered all over the snacks and dishes.


As everyone came down off their orgasmic highs, it seemed like the perfect
time to eat, especially while Bill's cum additive was still hot. The bank
president asked Dutch and Nate to join him at the grill, and the three men
talked while passing around a bottle of Jack Daniels and casually fondling
each other as the steaks cooked. Meanwhile Wil and Caleb had headed over to
a giant seating area, where earlier they had pushed together all the
outdoor couches and chairs to create what was essentially a massive bed of
lounge furniture. They were snuggling in a mass of intertwined arms and
legs with the two little boys. They brought over more meth to pass around
and share, and watched the lewd and horny site of the nine-year-olds
smoking and blowing out milky clouds. They ran their hands over the tweaked
kids, molesting every inch and pulling hard on the chains that hung from
their nipple clamps.


As their horniness built, they started grabbing piles off the food
table. They fed each other chips and handfuls of creamy potato salad, and
began gunging themselves in the messy streaks of mayonnaise, beans, and
chewed up coleslaw. Even the raw meat was ground into their pecs, crotches,
and asses. The dads rejoined them, hauling over a sizzling pile of
steaks. Climbing into the messy mass, they passed around the steaks with
their bare hands, and ate them the same way, chewing openly and letting the
meat and fat dribble out of their mouths and over their bodies and the
bodies around them. They smeared the steaks over armpits, crotches, and ass
to enhance the stinky flavor. Soon everyone was slick with food as the mass
of men, teens, and boys writhed in the slipperiness and smeared each other
with handfuls of everything available from the food table.


Caleb was the first to start shitting, and the steaming pile of turd curled
in his hand as he unleashed a pound or two of prime teen sewage. He wasted
no time smearing it over himself and the tangle of limbs and bodies around
him. Soon the others were shitting too. Dutch especially grunted out the
biggest dump Caleb had ever seen, as at least five pounds of waste emptied
out of his puffy cunt. Hands reached in from all directions and great piles
of steaming waste continued to coat and layer over the heaving mass of
bodies. Caleb felt shit being massaged deeply into his hair like the finest
conditioner, and he moaned in horniness when he was able to smear piles of
filth into Nate's shaved skinhead, loving the feel of smeared waste gliding
across the skin's skull.


Every inch of them was slick, as shit and gunge-covered cocks and hands
slid easily in and out of any available hole. No one really knew who they
were inside of at any given time -- bodies just slid in and over each other
in never-ending combinations. As cunts became looser and sloppier, fists
and arms replaced cocks. Caleb felt his arm disappear deep inside a tight,
hot shit tunnel and moaned to see it was little Skip riding him down the
elbow. The sight of Skip's tiny body sliding up and down his quarterback
arm was a thing of beauty, and Caleb drooled in lust as his own cunt was
being fisted. Humping whomever was inside him, Caleb pounded his little
brother's insides with his arm. Skip's straining little cock quivered in
the air. "Ohhhh Caleb, I think I'm going to cum. Daddy. Daddy..." he called
out to his father somewhere in the humping mass of bodies. "Oh god, this is
it. It's happening. Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. Don't stop. AWWW FUCKKKK...." And
with that, the precious nine-year-old began pumping real cum out of his
little cock -- his first real orgasm.  Somewhere in the bottom of the pile,
his stocky classmate let out a similar groan of ecstasy, and strands of
jizz shot up into the air, splattering all over the teens and men. Kenny
had just shot his first load of cum too. It was enough to send the rest of
the men into the throws of climax, all of them shooting cum in every
direction, the pearly white ropes landing with obscene splats atop
shit-painted bodies.


The intertwined mess of males lay panting and heaving, sweating in their
shared cesspool of destroyed food and waste. When at last they caught their
breaths enough to speak, everyone congratulated Skip and Kenny on their
first loads of cum. Bill grabbed more Jack Daniels and poured out shots for
everyone, before just passing the bottles around between the shit-coated
group. Skip and Kenny grabbed a pack of reds and lit up, looking sexy as
hell smoking and drinking Jack directly out of the bottle, their little
bodies completely hidden under the layers of filth. Caleb and Wil sparked a
couple spliffs and a mellow glow settled over the still-entangled group as
they passed around the weed. It was Bill who broke the contented quiet when
he said, "Well, do you think we should tell them?"


Caleb perked up, "Is this about my surprise?"


Bill chuckled, shaking his head, "No, that's actually still coming. A nice
way to keep the party going. No, this is something new I was just
discussing with Nate and Dutch over by the grill." Bill took a deep drag
off one of the joints as it passed by before handing it off to
nine-year-old Skip. "You all know our vision for Grassmore." Wil, not being
local, shook his head no, so Bill explained the plan that was already
underway. Wil's mouth gaped open as Caleb's father described a town full of
porno theaters and sex shops, drug dispensaries and bathhouses, and
more. It sounded like paradise. Bill continued, "It is a big project, more
than I can handle by myself. Of course, I have a team at the bank, and Mike
(our mayor Mike Cumbert he filled in for Wil) has resources, but there's a
lot that I can't do without guys I can trust to help me." Here he paused
again for another pass of weed. As he handed it to Nate, he said, "For
example, a really smart, sexy guy who can handle all the numbers and
money." Nate smiled as he filled his lungs with the prime weed, nodding in
thanks at Bill's compliment.


As he exhaled, Nate picked up the story, "Or an awesome contractor who can
serve as construction manager over all those hot, sweaty workers," he said,
passing the joint to Dutch. Dutch chuckled at this job description, as he
lay back with the spliff and a bottle of Jack. Nate continued, "But Bill's
right. It is a huge job. His amazing vision for Grassmore isn't just
something that can be casually handled between nine and five on
weekdays. This is going to require guys dedicated to working on every
detail together, all the time, every day."


"And that's why," Dutch began, smoke blowing out as he spoke, "Not only
have Nate and I accepted positions from Bill to oversee all the accounting
and construction components, but we've agreed that we should all live
together here at the house, so that we can dedicate ourselves 24/7 to
making this dream a reality. We're going to move in tomorrow."


Caleb, Skip, and Kenny sat in stunned silence; afraid they might have
misunderstood. It was Caleb who spoke first, his voice soft and unsure,
"You mean I really am going to have little brothers?" Their dads broke out
in beaming smiles, nodding enthusiastically. And then it was as if a dam
had broke open. Caleb let out a whoop of pure joy that filled the entire
backyard, and the filthy little boys sprang up and began jumping up and
down in excitement, their ball weights swinging with each hop. They were
all chattering excitedly as the news sunk in that they'd all be living
under the same roof, able to fuck each other all the time. They crawled
around on the shit-soaked cushions to hug and kiss each father in their new
combined family.


Wil looked on, happy for the six of them, but a little sad too that he had
to go home later, leaving this awesome life behind. As the others continued
their celebration, Dutch scooted over and put his arm around the
teen. "Wil, what's your last name?"


"Hornly," he replied.


"Your dad is Dave Hornly, the architect, isn't he," Dutch asked and Wil
nodded, obviously surprised that Dutch knew the name. "I was at the
football game last night when they announced the players. When you've been
in construction long enough you learn the important names like
Hornly. Plus, there aren't that many black architects in a 200-mile radius
of Grassmore," he added with a wink to the big, black cocked cornerback. "I
know you have to head home later tonight, but don't be too sad. I have a
feeling we may be seeing you again real soon." He kissed the teen's thick
lips and gave his tits a nice squeeze before returning to his son for
another round of hugs and excited questions.


Just then they heard the sound of the doorbell, and Bill hopped up with
instructions for everyone to stay put and that he'd be right back. A minute
later, the shit-caked bank president returned with a beautiful German
Shepherd at his side. "This was originally going to be a present for
Caleb," he said, beaming with happiness at his surprise, "but now I think
he's a present for the whole family. Everyone, meet Knot!" They all bounded
up and excitedly surrounded the perfectly-behaved animal, taking turns
petting him, nuzzling him, and letting his long dog tongue French kiss them
in happy canine makeout sessions. They also admired his enormous unsheathed
cock, slick and red and dripping with dog precum. Bill explained that this
was a specially-raised strain of German Shepherds, bred especially for
zoophiles. "Now, I know we're all going to enjoy him, but I'd really like
Caleb to have the first fuck if that's alright with everyone." The crowd
enthusiastically endorsed the idea, and Caleb welled up a little bit,
filled with love at seeing how generous his greatly-expanded family was.


The quarterback immediately fell onto his hands and knees, presenting his
hole to the hung shep. Bill called out "Knot," drawing the dog's full
attention. "Fuck," he commanded and Knot immediately mounted the
sixteen-year-old. Caleb sighed in pleasure as the slippery red cock jabbed
right in, and Knot began humping his new bitch. Skip and Kenny got on all
fours on either side of their new big brother, taking turns making out with
him as he got canine fucked. They begged for the two biggest cocks to fuck
them doggie style too, and Nate happily offered his son's nine-year-old
pussy to Wil, while he mounted Kenny. The two began pounding the little
boys with their freakish horsecocks while watching Caleb get fucked by Knot
between them. Not willing to be left out, both Dutch and Bill greased up
their arms from a can of Crisco on the toy table, and punched their ways
into Wil's and Nate's cunts while they humped the kids. The two stood
standing and jacking while power driving their arms deep into their
respective holes, punching past the outer rings to sink all the way up to
their shoulders. It was a beautiful sight to behold: monstrously hung
pedophiles rutting into the eager holes of little boys while their guts
were being full-arm-punched into oblivion. And in the middle of it all, the
school's most popular student and quarterback stud being fucked in a blur
by a lust-crazed German Shepherd. Caleb felt the hot fur and scrape of
claws on his skin, and was literally vibrating with sexual energy at the
depravity of it all. All around him were the sounds of sex. "Fuck me
harder." "Rip me up, make me bleed fucker" "Fuck yeah you donkey-dicked
nigger, fill my little white boy cunt." "Oh god, I'm gonna cum."


That last was from Kenny, who began firing his second grown-up load of cum
into his hand while Nate fucked him. His spunk filled his little palm and
ran through his fingers, which he held up to Caleb. Caleb inserted the
little boy's entire hand in his mouth to suck the cum off it while Knot
continued to pound him from above. He stared into Kenny's eyes as he sucked
on the boy's fingers, which Kenny was pushing deeper and deeper. Caleb
nodded and Kenny jammed his hand down the back of Caleb's throat until he
started gagging and heaving. Kenny didn't relent until he felt the warm
stickiness well up around his fingers and then he yanked out his hand just
as Caleb hurled the messy semi-digested spew of their meal and shit. Kenny
let it wash over his face and into his mouth as Nate's cock swelled in his
ass and began pumping a thick daddy load into his little hole.


Soon everyone else was cumming too, launching long-range missiles of jizz
all over the patio. Finally, it was Knot's turn, and Caleb felt the warm
sensation of hot canine cum flood his guts. Then he held his breath as
Knot's namesake swelled inside him, ripping apart his quarterback hole with
the dog's enormous bulge. He screamed in pleasure and pain, chunks of food
and shit bile dripping out of his mouth and down his chin. He moaned and
nearly passed out when Knot turned himself around, resting ass to ass until
he deflated. His family and friend gathered around him, kissing him and
massaging his sensitive skin. He felt the love of six men and boys washing
over him. When at last Knot slipped out of his ravaged, bleeding hole, he
collapsed onto the ground weeping tears of pure exhilaration. He was a
depraved pig and had never been happier. He was home.


EPILOGUE: Dave Hornly got a call the next day with an offer too good to
believe. The town of Grassmore was asking the architect to come out for two
weeks to consult on a major new project. The amount of money was obscene,
well beyond what Dave would have expected, and he immediately said
yes. Frankly he'd be glad to have a little time away from arguing about
money with his wife, who never seemed to be able to live within their
means. Grassmore's bank president himself came out to pick him up. Dave
didn't particularly notice when his son Wil waved goodbye with a knowing
smile. Two weeks later Wil got the call from his father that Caleb was
coming to get him, and that his parents were divorcing. Dave had given his
gold-digging wife everything -- the house, the cars, the office, the
savings -- in exchange for custody of Wil. That night Dave fucked his son
four times before they finally collapsed in exhaustion. The next morning
was Wil's first day of school, where he also promptly joined the Pigs
football team. Dave was named the architect and building engineer of the
entire Grassmore project, and he and his son moved into the massive house
with the other fathers and sons soon after. The newly-expanded family
celebrated with a massive shit- and puke-fueled orgy that night. Dutch had
been right that they'd be seeing Wil again. Both Dave and Wil made sure he
was properly thanked for his foresight!