Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2021 14:51:49 +0200 From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" Subject: Marco's Pig Iron Gym - 9 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. Tommy, Randy, Eric, and Jason. These were the four young men who stood before me, still yawning in the pre-dawn hours. They were my first batch of pigs I was sending off into the world to pursue paths to riches and power, as well as endless raunch and filth. They were the first graduates of our perverted boarding school. Today marked their graduation. Tommy and Randy were twins -- farm boy blonds raised among endless fields of Midwest corn and cows. Tall and naturally strapping, their cocks each sported a long hood of uncut foreskin that they had been stretching regularly for years. I knew from personal experience that one of their favorite brotherly positions was to sixty-nine so they could endlessly chew and tug on their brothers' floppy cock skin. On the farm they had kept their forbidden love for each other and for sharing shit a secret, and they were among the first two to ask for admission when Junior and I opened the boarding school. If Tommy and Randy were each the spitting image of his brother, the other two -- Eric and Jason -- could not be more different. Eric had originally been coming to the gym with his football coach, who had introduced the quarterback to pleasures of pig sex in his old high school's dank locker room. Eric had been juicing and weightlifting since he was 13. Thanks to some of the experimental and highly effective options available at Marco's Pig Iron Gym, he had juiced himself into a mountain of quivering muscle and veins, with his roid gut proudly pushed out. And unlike the kinds of stacks most bodybuilders relied on, our cutting edge formulas left Eric with enormous erections; full heavy balls; and the sexual energy of a rutting bull. Of course, he put all of that energy to the nastiest kinds of sewer sex he could find. Jason, on the other hand, was a classic glasses-wearing geek, drawn to pig sex through endless hours of edging and gooning in his locked bedroom while watching increasingly extreme internet scat and puke porn. Jason was skeletal thin and deeply cerebral, and exactly the kind of kid someone like Eric would have bullied in a traditional high school. Instead, they were inseparable. There was a fierce sense of brotherhood between them that was beautiful to see. They were the epitome of what Junior and I taught our students -- it didn't matter if a man was fat or thin, old or young, handsome or ugly. The only thing that mattered was cock, ass, cum, shit, puke, piss and everything else a pig brother could share and offer. Jason and Eric saw each other as true pig brothers who constantly engaged in depraved acts designed to feed the other whatever their bodies produced. It probably didn't hurt too that attached to that skinny frame, Jason had a donkey cock that made everyone's mouth water. He sometimes joked that half his body weight was in his junk, but it might have actually been true. Eric fell asleep every night with Jason's massive cock buried deep inside the jock's puffy ass. Now the four stood before me on the grassy horse paddock alongside the gym -- all naked and boned up. But we wouldn't be bringing in any thoroughbred stallions today. Today our depraved fraternity of global filth would be coming to the paddock solely for these four young men. This was their graduation from our school and their final passage from students into true pig ecstasy. For the next 24 hours, they would remain on the paddock, their sole purpose to be used by the hundreds of men who would be visiting from around the world to deposit their various perverted gifts. They would be sustained solely by what was fed to them from the bodies of their brother pigs. As 6:00 a.m. rolled around we saw the first arrivals. A pair of swarthy Puerto Rican day laborers, obviously making a pitstop before joining their construction crew, came up to the lads in their flannel shirts, sagging dirty jeans and Timberland boots. The boys immediately got to work sucking on their unwashed cocks and slurping up the unwiped shit from their ass cracks. Eric left his cocksucking position to pull off the workers' Timberlands, huffing deep from their musky interiors, before going to work sucking all the toe jam from their filthy feet. Jason kept busy going back and forth with his deepthroating while the twins hungrily dug into the workers' steamy holes. They were soon rewarded with some deep, rumbling farts and then a deluge of loose, bean-fueled shit that they joyfully drank down and smeared over their faces. I'm sure they could have continued all day, but the Latino men had to get to work. One grabbed Jason's face and held him in position while he face-fucked the skinny boy's throat. Meanwhile, the other turned Tommy around and unceremoniously sank his cock balls-deep into the farm boy's ass, where he proceeded to jackrabbit hump him for quick release. Once both had dumped their creamy loads into their respective holes, Eric reluctantly refitted their boots over their slobbery feet. By then, more men were showing up, mostly suburban dads on their way to their office jobs. Eric had a cock in his ass before he could even finish lacing up the Latinos' workboots. Graduation was officially underway... 9:30 a.m. The boys were just about to burst with shit. A stream of men had dropped by the paddock all morning long to use the four as human toilets. Rim seats were brought out and each of the graduates had spent the past several hours laying on their backs, mouths open. There isn't a man on earth who doesn't enjoy taking a good morning dump, and dozens of pigs had swung by to partake in this classic morning ritual by using one of our horny 18-year-olds. Men sat on the rim seats one after the other, reading the newspaper or smoking a cigar or occasionally jacking off (although most were saving their loads for later). They grunted and groaned as their various shits were pushed out -- rockhard logs and watery creams, massive turd snakes and piles of steaming nuggets. And every one went down the gullet of my boys. Sure, they enjoyed a little smearing and spreading when the dumps came too fast...who could resist? But as the morning rush hour died down and a lull settled over the paddock, they lads crawled out from their prone positions to stretch and come together. Quickly the meeting became a four-way makeout session as they gobbled the shitty streaks from their fellow pig-brother's faces and sucked the packed shit out of each other's noses. Even from the edge of the paddock's grass I could see how distended their bellies were with shit. As they continued to snog and slobber in their four-way, I walked up to Randy, one of the farm twins. Turning him slightly towards me so that I didn't have to break his drooling kiss with his brother Tommy, I watched quietly as the two tongued each other. Then, without warning, I punched Randy's packed gut with all my might. Sure enough, the force was enough to trigger a massive projectile event. Gallons of undigested puke hurled up out of the blond lad, spraying with firehose force his vomit over his classmates. Instantly, the rank smell and sound of his puking triggered the other three. Suddenly, I was on the edge of a geyser of shit puke, as all four began violently hurling over the others. Naturally, they crowded together even tighter, looking to be drenched in the stomach filth. The making out became even more frenzied and intense, lubricated now with a seemingly endless stream of churned up shit sludge. I nodded with satisfaction...now they had room to ingest bucketloads of shit all over again. And just in time too -- a dozen motorcycles had just pulled into the parking lot. The boys were about to be visited by the nation's most notorious pig biker gang. 12:00 noon. Most of the Satan's Pigs Biker Club had finished working over the boys. The dozen leather jacket-clad bikers had taken turns with the four graduates. Two took up positions by sandwiching a puke-covered lad and double fucking his hole. A third shoved his tattooed cock (nearly every inch of Satan's Pigs were covered in ink) down the lad's throat. All the while, the gang passed around cloudy meth pipes and gargantuan rolled joints, as well as prized black market bottles of poppers. They and the graduates were all completely fucked up on the drug-fueled, pig-sex high, rutting in the grass and mud. While the party drugs kept them all fucking endlessly, there was also plenty of pissing, as the boys got regularly flooded up the ass and down the throat with biker urine. Every once in a while, the biker's leader would call "switch" and his pack of pigs would rearrange themselves among my students. Other eager pigs showed up, but no one was willing to displace the notorious biker gang while they group-fucked the boys. Instead, other visitors on this momentous day contented themselves by contributing piss and shit to the wanton spit-roasting of each graduate, hosing the various four-packs down in steaming piss or smearing piles of freshly-discharged turds onto the fucking groups. Of course, the bikers from Satan's Pigs loved this added level of filth to their domination of my boys' open holes. Eventually they did blow their thick, creamy loads and allowed others to step in and take their places. As lunchtime rolled around, most were lazing in the grass, balls emptied and enjoying a few final tokes of weed or meth. But there was no rest for the boys. Quite a backup had been created while Satan's Pigs satiated their sexual thirst. Now men were lined up dozens deep to take their turns. Every graduate was constantly speared on both ends -- often by multiple cocks. The lunch hour had turned into a regular, good-old-fashioned gangbang. I couldn't keep up with all the loads the boys were receiving, but watching just Randy for an hour, I counted at least 40 loads of cum up his ass and another 25 down his throat or over his eager face. Every kind of man stepped up to dump a load into my boys -- every race and age, size and background. Watching Randy serve his fellow pigs, I happily observed him suck down every man that presented his cock, from beautiful models to diseased, homeless vagrants. All four of my graduating seniors took every cock and every load as the gift it was. I beamed with pride... 5:00 p.m. Eric was back under a rim seat, eating a giant shitpile fed to him by one of his fellow bodybuilders -- the kind of gigantic dump that can only come from consuming 4,000 bulking calories a day. As he fed, Jason hoisted up Eric's legs and began fingering his best friend's loose, puffy cunt. Naturally, his whole fist was quickly sucked into the eager hole in a matter of seconds, and Jason began eagerly fisting his buddy while Eric feasted on bodybuilder scat. Not wanting to be left out, the twins -- who each had been taking a pair of truckers' cocks up their asses -- asked if the 300+ pound long-haulers would be willing to switch from fucking them to punch-fucking them. Of course, the proudly-obese trucker pigs could hardly say no! Soon, the seven were writhing as an indistinguishable array of flesh, as arms slid into each students' available hole. While the two truckers were a mountain of fat and flab, the bodybuilder was an equally enormous pile of muscle and veins. Eventually the four students found themselves pinned flat on the ground smothered by these gigantic three men. Their entire bodies were pressed into the grass by hundreds of pounds of man-flesh, all while being mercilessly fisted by whomever had the easiest access to their well-used cunts. The truckers and bodybuilder writhed over the boys, essentially using their shit- and puke-slickness to body surf across the four. It must have been an incredible feeling to be smothered in the piles and piles of sweaty, reeking flesh and crushed by the enormous weight of both fat and muscle. The lads were moaning in pleasure, begging to be smothered further while their cunts got punchfucked to oblivion. The trio of gigantic men obliged until finally blowing their wads as they shit-humped against my boys on their way to orgasm. The loads were enormous, just like the men. The four graduates were painted in white pig splatter against their brown, shit-coated bodies. Gasping for air having been crushed by nearly a thousand pounds of hot flesh, the boys beamed as they awaited their next encounter. 8:30 p.m. Every one of the four must have been bred with at least 100 loads by now. Each of the boys were on their hands and knees. The grass had long ago been worn away by their rutting and now they had sunk deep into thick pools of mud created by hours of pissing men. There was a seemingly never-ending line of dudes who queued up to fuck their thoroughly ravished cunts. The amount of cum that flowed out of each hole was astonishing, although plenty of pigs were willing to slurp up the overflow before plunging their own cocks into the sloppy holes. Tommy, Randy, Eric, and Jason all just panted and drooled as they maintained their optimal fucking position on all fours. Eyes glazed over, they moaned and groaned incoherently as cock after cock fed them pig sperm. Men would regularly hold poppers under their noses so they could take long, lingering huffs while being fucked. But the fucking never ended. By now their fellow students from the freshman, sophomore, and junior levels were out of school and joined them on the field. Of course, all of them fucked their prone classmates -- most of them several times as they quickly renewed their hard-ons as teenagers do. But they also made sure the graduating seniors had food and drink to nourish them. Even as their classmates were being relentlessly fucked, the younger students chugged gallons of water and beer to recycle by pissing into the four boys' eager mouths. Likewise, they fed the four regurgitated pizza slices and cheeseburgers -- puke as sustenance while they were being fucked. Unbeknownst to the graduates, the line of men that dumped their loads into their ripped apart holes included every man that had ever been part of their lives. We had arranged for every father, grandfather, brother, uncle, cousin, pastor, teacher, coach, and scoutmaster they had known. Some were there through bribes, others by threats, but most willingly came to fuck the asses of the lads they had helped raise. Of course, the boys were too far out of it to know one cock from the next, but we made sure to record all of the action to watch and enjoy later. Still the men streamed in. This fuck chain showed no signs of ending... 4:00 a.m. Flying high on a unique cocktail of sex-enhancing pills and some specially-laced weed, the boys were begging Junior and I for bigger and bigger things to stuff up their cunts. The line of men who they had taken up their asses now numbered in the four to five hundred. And that was for each of them! Their cunts were so ravaged that not a single one could keep a load of spunk from pouring right back out. When at last the gangbang lines slacked off, I thought they might collapse or pass out. To their credit, the lads insisted on the illicit pick-me-ups and were now humping some of the toys from our collection. Tommy and Randy were each riding a horse dildo, while Eric had dropped his cunt down on a silicon hand and arm. Jason, true to his geeky nature, had gravitated to the fantasy-inspired dragon cock dildo and was happily bouncing up and down on the invention. The four faced each other as they desperately fucked their gaping holes with the toys, but it was clear they wanted more...that they needed more. I brought them baseball bats next, which satiated them for a while, but still they begged to be ripped apart. In their frenzied state they began fisting each other even as the bats remained buried in each cunt. Arms slid alongside the aluminum bats and when that wasn't enough, they slid in a second arm in. Now Jason and Eric lay on the ground, cunts ripped apart and spewing the hundreds of loads plus copious amounts of shit and blood -- all while Tommy and Randy stuffed both arms and a baseball bat in each of them. But that left the farm boy twins with only a bat up their own cunts and they were begging for more too. Junior and I came up behind them and offered the same treatment they were giving their pig brothers -- arm-bat-arm nesting completely inside a ripped open and gaping hole. All four moaned and drooled and gibbered incoherently. They bucked and slid up and down the massive intrusions in their asses, freely spilling their guts out in the process. Finally, each boy did something they'd held back all day. While wildly riding on the trio of limbs and objects up each of their cunts, the boys finally screamed as orgasm after orgasm spread across the group. Each one spontaneously erupted in a fountain of cum, shooting over their brothers as they bellowed and moaned from the release. They were crying and laughing and growling all at once as rope after rope spewed from their quivering cocks. At last they all collapsed on the ground as their stuffed asses were slowly unpacked. They instinctively groped for the others, pulling each into the tightest embrace possible. It was impossible to see where one boy started and other ended as they squeezed into one tight mass. 5:00 a.m. They were coated in sweat, mud, shit and puke. Their asses were nothing but gaping holes and their cocks were practically too sensitive to touch. But they still had one final hour to go and one final act of service to perform. Junior and I stood over the graduates and hosed them down in our piss. Then straddling them, we released the multi-day dumps we had been saving just for this occasion. Even in their exhausted stupor, the boys came alive under our showers of gold and brown, moaning as they rubbed the waste over their bodies and faces. The twins stood up on wobbly legs, and moved to either side of Junior, descending on his enormous nipples to suck and bite them. Taking the shit we had just given them, they lubed his elephantine cock and began long, slick strokes up and down his log of a silicone-enhanced meat. Meanwhile Eric and Jason knelt at my crotch, one sucking my aching cock into his throat, the other tugging and chewing my low-hanging balls. They too used the enormous shit we had dumped to massage up and down my chest and thighs while they worked me over. I replayed in my mind all the depravities and perversions that they had enjoyed over the past 24 hours, and the seemingly impossible number of men that had fucked them. They were true pigs now, through and through. Jason was now outright chewing and eating from my balls, drawing blood and sucking it down like the gift it was. The twins were doing the same on Junior's tits, nursing the spurting blood from his nipples like nourishing milk. The pleasure of it all welled up in me like a crescendo. I shot a long and heavy load of scorching cum into Eric's throat while Junior unleashed streams of pig batter over the farm boys. We all came together in a six-way open mouth kiss, sharing our cum and our bloody brotherly love, even as Junior and I had to practically hold the lads up to keep them collapsing. At last, my boys had graduated.