Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2021 15:23:21 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: Marco's Pig Iron Gym - 6

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. Thanks for the feedback received so
far. Some filthy suggestions made it into this chapter so keep 'em
cumming...


It had been nearly a year since I first wandered into Marco's Pig Iron
Gym. In the months since that fateful day, Junior and I had created a
sexual wonderland of pig deviance and filth. Men from all over the world
now flowed in and out of our building in a never-ending orgy of vile
decadence. We had succeeded beyond our wildest dreams (and trust me, we
dream wild) in bringing together the world's most beautifully disgusting
and degenerate pigs to explore a no limits world of raunchy sex.


And along the way I had fallen in love with my partner in filth. Junior was
the perfect man for me -- a true pig through and through who had morphed
his cock and balls with silicone. His elephantine, bloated log of flesh and
melon-sized balls were a monstrous work of art. I could never get enough of
him or his lewdly gigantic meat. So maybe it was no surprise that as our
one-year anniversary approached, I discovered that beneath all my layers of
filth and sleaze, I had something of a romantic side buried deep inside me
that only Junior could reveal. It turns out I wanted to marry the big,
filthy, piggy lug.


Junior readily agreed, especially after I told him I would take care of all
the details including his wedding gift. Of course, I wouldn't be me if I
was planning on something traditional and boring. I was going to make this
the most degenerate, blasphemous version of a wedding ever conceived -- a
night none of us would ever forget.


I decided to hold the event at the gym. I already thought of it as my
temple to perversion and debauchery, so it only made sense to use it as the
wedding venue. I took down the ropes on the boxing ring, turning it into
something of a raised dais for the ceremony. All the gym equipment was
pushed back so that there was space all around the ring for our wedding
guests -- approximately 100 of the most filthy pigs from our brotherhood.
Rather than seating, I brought in piles of plush, soft carpets, rugs and
pillows, creating a huge harem-like setting around the platform. I knew
they'd be trashed with pig sewage by the end of the night, but I didn't
care. At the four corners of the guest area, I set up four solid gold and
bejeweled incense burners, which were filled with heaps of specially-laced
hash for maximum potency. It included some experimental ingredients that
enhanced men's testosterone, libidos, and cravings for sexual depravities.


When my pig brothers began arriving, they were met by my ushers -- a group
of fraternity brothers who wore nothing but their piss-drenched jockstraps
and shit-smeared, white wifebeater tanktops. The ushers distributed our
guests among the four sides of the platform, showing them the assortment of
party favors that were already in place. Poppers, dildos, pumps, cigars,
and buckets of pre-warmed shit were all within easy reach. Pigs were
encouraged to begin whatever degenerate acts they wished while they waited
for the ceremony to begin, and many of the frat bros took the initiative to
deposit steaming piles of jock shit among the guests as they settled in
under the thickening cloud of weed smoke. Naked, prepubescent attendants
keep feeding my special strain of doctored grass into the golden incense
burners, so that the fog deepened around the room. As more and more of our
guests arrived, they found a massive pig orgy already gearing up and
hastened to join in. The sounds of shit fucking and fisting soon filled the
gym.


Once it seemed that everyone was sufficiently coated in shit, piss and
puke, I signaled for the start of the wedding by striking a large gong. My
rutting pig guests reluctantly disengaged and turned their attention
towards the edges of the room where the ceremony was beginning. From each
side of the gym came those of us who would ascend onto the platform --
Junior from the west, me from the east, a pair of altar boys from the
north, and our deviant priest from the south. As we all walked naked toward
the platform through the crowd, our guests took turns embracing and
fondling us, snogging thick spit and puke spittle over our faces and
twisting our nipples. Dozens of filth-coated hands rubbed up and down each
of our bodies as we slowly progressed forward. The 10-year-old altar boys
were especially popular in their section, often disappearing into a mass of
burly, shit-smeared men who stroked the boys' tiny cocks, and fingered
their already loose asses. I felt my own ass probed by thick cocks and
thicker hands as I slowly made my own way to the dais, and knew Junior and
the priest were getting similarly treated. By the time each quadrant of the
wedding party arrived at the steps up to the platform we were all
completely smeared in pig sewage and filth. Junior and I grinned as we
approached each other, our faces all but hidden as wet sludge dripped off
our chins.


The priest, Father John, was an old friend from Ireland who had managed to
turn the all-boys church choir into a bunch of shit eating pigs. He was a
mountain of a man, 6'7 with fiery red hair and a massive (now shit-covered)
belly that hung down to his thick, beercan cock, which stood throbbing and
fully erect. He was flanked by the two slimy altar boys, who couldn't keep
their hands from playing with each other's cocks, much to the amusement of
the crowd.


Father John instructed the congregation that our union must first be a
physical union and a bonding together of our bodies. Junior was asked to
lay on his back, at which point the priest brought forth a massive
two-ended dildo. It was enormous -- thick as a linebacker's arm and well
over a yard long. The priest knelt between Junior's legs and snaked the
monster into his puffy wet cunt. Then he guided me on top of Junior's body,
lining us up so that my hard cock sank into the giant hole of Junior's
gargantuan monster meat, drawing me deep into his silky pisshole
walls. Once we were fully docked, Father John bent the second half of the
dildo into a perfect "U' and slid it in into my own gaping pig hole. Each
of us had nearly two feet of the flexible, monster sex toy sunk into our
guts as we ground against each other, my own dick buried fully inside
Junior's. Finally, we pressed our mouths together, locking into a wide-open
drooling kiss as we sunk our tongues thoroughly into the caverns of the
other's mouth and throat.


Once Father John was satisfied with our carnal union, he declared it was
time for our baptism. From out of his thick, stiff cock came a stream of
steaming piss, that smacked my face and Junior's as we made out on the
floor. Next came two smaller streams from the alter boys as they gleefully
splattered us with yellow rain. And then the priest invited the crowd to
join in. For the next 20 minutes, Junior and writhed under a constant
stream of piss as our guests came up and relieved their full bladders
before returning to their spots on the gym floor. Our mouths and bodies
were flooded with hot pig piss, and soon yellow rivers were meandering off
the dais from the sheer volume of the drenching showers.


Eventually the streams of piss dwindled and Father John declared the
baptism complete. Next, would be our communion. As Junior and I remained
docked together and our asses locked together by the shared dildo, the
priest turned his attention to the two altar boys. To one he handed a plate
of bread upon which was a heaping pile of creamy shit. To the other he
handed a jug of wine, also mixed with runny, creamy shit. With a slight nod
of his head, he instructed the boys to begin. One began shoveling the
shit-laden bread into his mouth like he was at an eating contest, barely
chewing as he swallowed heap after heap of the sewage-soaked
loaf. Meanwhile, his fellow altar boy was downing the jug of shit-infused
wine, guzzling from the spout as small streams dribbled down his chin. They
finished at the same time, and turned to us, an unmistakable greenish color
to their faces.  They dropped to their knees on other side of us, and
promptly began hurling their bread and wine into our waiting mouths. They
coughed and gagged as retch after retch brought up more of their depraved
communion offering for Junior and I to share. As the puke engulfed our
faces and slid down our throats, we each began retching ourselves, and met
in a passionate, vomit-fueled kiss just as we both hurled. The two boys
joined in, all four of us slobbering over the others, coating our faces in
the shared sacrament of puke. I could hear pigs in the audience joining in
as the smell of vomit mixed with the thick clouds of weed smoke.


When the last of our stomach contents seemed to be emptied, Father John
reluctantly pulled the altar boys up and declared it was time for our
vows. As Junior and I lay locked together, our shit smeared bodies pressed
against each other in deep pools of piss and puke, we looked into each
other's eyes and made our vows. We vowed to accept every drop of piss and
pile of man shit we could find in this world. We vowed to service every
cock and empty every set of balls we encountered, regardless of how
disgusting or diseased. We vowed to endlessly stretch our cunts by every
mean available until our entire guts hung outside our distended holes. We
vowed to work our nipples until they were the size of fingers and stretch
our balls until they hung past our knees. And we vowed to share all of
man's depravity and perversions mutually and equally -- partners in filth
until the end of time.


With that, Father John declared our pig marriage complete. He ripped the
giant U dildo from our floppy cunts, causing us to gasp and moan as our
stoppered shit ran out from the unplugged holes. I pushed myself up and out
of my husband's cock, and together we stood as 100 men applauded and roared
their approval at our unholy union. Once the cheering dyed down, the
horned-up crowd collapsed into a writhing mass of pent-up sexual
energy. Our blasphemous version of a wedding along with the specially-laced
weed haze that everyone had been inhaling for over an hour, had truly sent
the group into a heightened sexual state. Men tackled and wrestled each
other with frenzied intensity as every hole was opened up to punching fists
and thrusting cocks. Shit began to fly through the air as pigs begged to
take more and more. Several noses got bloodied so that pigs could slurp
from the gushing nostrils and smear the slimy red snot over their faces and
cocks. My frat boy ushers especially got into a bloody scrum of pulverized
faces and destroyed asses, their rockhard cocks quivering with raw,
masculine power and energy. Pigs fucked each other with their fists, arms,
feet, and legs as well as their cocks, and many holes were filled with
anything available including plunging baseball bats and shit-lubed fire
extinguishers.


Junior and I slipped through the gyrating, writhing orgy, enjoying plenty
of shitty fucking and sucking as we went. But I wanted to give Junior his
wedding present, so we eventually worked our way back to the steamroom. We
walked alone through the steamy space and through another door that now led
into the new addition I had had built. Junior had sworn not to peek into
until today, and when I opened the door, his eyes bulged as he took it all
in. The marble tiled room was ringed with muralled walls. Inspired by such
masters as The Hun, Bastille, Martin of Holland, and Greasetank, the murals
depicted a sort of Dante's Inferno of pig sex -- men and demons in
monstrous orgies, fucking and sucking each other and all manner of beasts,
real and imagined. Every cock was enormous, every pair of balls lewdly
grotesque in their size. Shit, piss, blood and puke was depicted everywhere
the eye looked as unnatural acts of perversion seemed to spring to life on
the walls.


In the center of the room sat a sunken jacuzzi-style tub, large enough for
20 or 30 men, jets already on and bubbling away. But it wasn't water that
was churning -- the gigantic hot tub was filled with liquid shit. I'd had
some of the best engineers design the degenerate spa -- taking a direct
pipeline of sewage from the local men's prison, and turning it into a
perfectly filtered, treated, warmed, and softened slurry of exquisite
shit. Junior moaned with lust at the sight of this new room of depravity
and pulled me into for a kiss of pure passion. "It is perfect," he murmured
and I thought I spotted a couple grateful tears in his eyes.


Then he took me by the hand and led me down the stairs to inaugurate our
new churning cesspool. As I sank into the mixture of warm, liquid shit it
was even more wonderful than I'd imagined. Every inch of my body up to my
neck was completely submerged in gently bubbling shit and it felt
fantastic. Junior turned me around and pushed his enormous cock into my
hole -- the entire pool serving as our lube. Rather than the frenzied orgy
of crazed sex taking place out in the gym, Junior slowly and softly fucked
me. He ran his hands up and down my belly and nipples over and over again,
the smooth feel of liquid shit lubricating every stroke. We kissed over and
over again, as I reached behind me and grabbed the edges of his open, loose
hole, pulling him towards me so he could bury his obscene cock even deeper
into my guts. His sensuous, slow fuck seemed to go on forever before I
finally felt him tense. I slide my fist into his hole just as he started
shooting and he roared as his climax sent endless ropes of jizz into my
eager cunt. With barely a flick of my hand on my cock, I started spasming
with my own orgasm, handfuls of cum mixing into the brown sludge that
coated us. Once our balls had been fully drained, I guided Junior over to
one of the submerged benches. We sat curled up against each other in our
pig wallow of shit, the soft currents of sewage rolling gently against
us. I couldn't believe this man was now my husband. I had become a married
man -- a thought that continued to surprise and delight me. I became so
relaxed pressed up against his hairy body that I started to nod off. My
final thought before I drifted away was, "Now that we're married, I wonder
if we should start a family..."


To be continued...