Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2022 15:22:08 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Hall of Pigs - 1 (scat)

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Disclaimer and background: This is a new series that combines heavy raunch
and light science fiction, along with a few other delicious depravities. It
is extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its
own if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18
and this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...its set
in the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com and
especially in this case. I'd love ideas on what young Jared encounters in
the Hall of Pigs!


Jared squirmed excitedly in his school bus seat. The normally quiet and
bookish 12-year-old was practically bouncing with pent-up anticipation as
the bus navigated the downtown streets to the museum. He fidgeted at his
school uniform, running his fingers across his school-issued crusty and
stained jockstrap. With his other hand he rubbed his puffy tits under his
equally stained open-sided tank top emblazoned with the school logo (a
fully rosebudded mancunt) and school motto "Libido Ante Omnia," or "Lust
before everything." His unkempt mop of dusty blond hair was slightly damp
from perspiration as he rode along in the packed and sweltering school
bus. The vehicle reeked of sweaty boys, as well as the acrid smell of weed
and piss, mostly from the rowdy boys in the back. None of the field trip
chaperones seemed to notice. In fact, the fathers who had volunteered for
chaperone duty were passing back and forth their own fat blunts while
casually jerking each other off.


At last the bus pulled up in front of a palatial building, discharging 40
excited sixth-graders and five adults in various states of nakedness and
minimal attire (a ripped pair of boxers here, an open flannel cutoff shirt
there), including Mr. Cummingham, their teacher and coach. The four-pack of
slightly stoned dads brought up the rear, ensuring none of the rambunctious
boys wandered off. Their massive cocks were still out and hard, not that
Jared noticed much. Instead, he was looking up in awe at the golden letters
on the massive marble building that announced their destination: The Hall
of Pigs. "All right," Mr. Cummingham called out, "remember to stay together
once we are inside. This is a museum, boys, so inside voices, no running,
and no shouting unless you are fucking or getting fucked. And be sure to
follow instructions and pay attention. You will be getting a grade on
this." This last directive earned a chorus of whines and moans from most of
the boys, but Jared just nodded dutifully. He wasn't going to miss a thing
and would definitely score an A+ when they returned to school.


The group passed through the doors and into a five-story domed atrium.
Jared stopped in his tracks, jaw literally dropping as he took in the
museum's massive entry hall. At the center stood a giant throbbing penis,
forty feet tall and oozing precum in constant rivulets that ran down the
side into a milky pool in the floor. Except for its enormity, the
sculpture/fountain was amazingly lifelike, perfectly capturing the swollen
veins and pulsing heat of a man's cock. Jared had read that the Cock Tower
also spurted gallons of harvested real cum every hour, showering delighted
museum visitors with the hourly spectacle. Around the multi-story phallus
floated a series of swirling holograms, each depicting hot, sweaty sex
between men and boys of all ages. The pornographic show spiraled around the
sculptural centerpiece, depicting fucking, fisting, pissing, shitting and
more. As each scene worked its way downwards it disappeared into the floor,
while new scenes emerged from ceiling to begin a gradual descent. Jared's
eyes were particularly drawn to a young teen leaning against a large
mastiff hound, casually sucking the canine's cock while his own
splayed-open cunt was being punchfucked by his father. Jared's own cock was
leaking as much as the sculpture as the scene drifted downwards and finally
disappeared. "Jared," called Mr. Cummingham, "come on. This way..." Jared
shook himself out of his reverie and ran to catch up to his classmates as
they passed through an archway marked "In the Beginning."


As they entered, a disembodied voice began his narration in a soothing
baritone: "For centuries, men were denied their true nature as rutting,
filth-loving pigs. Cultures created taboos against same-sex love, familial
love, bestial love, and the love of all that a man's body naturally
produces." The school group moved past cases filled with images and
artifacts from the olden days: pictures and movies of men marrying women;
laws banning all kinds of acts that Jared couldn't believe were ever
outlawed, like father-son fucking. He never knew a time when he and his
father didn't have sex. Several of the boys were guffawing at a case
displaying something called "deodorant," and a label that explained how it
was used to ensure men DIDN'T sweat or stink. Fortunately, deodorant had
been outlawed in the early 2030s.


The voice continued: "Men's evolution was stunted, stymied by these
cultural norms. Puberty didn't begin until age 12 or later for most boys.
Many didn't experience their first orgasm until their early teens. Men
often required long periods of rest between orgasms and later in life,
often lost the ability to get hard or cum at all." Jared's classmates all
were wide-eyed with disbelief, even as the gallery showed the images and
statistics of these dark ages. Like all boys these days, Jared's first
orgasm had basically coincided with learning to walk and talk. His cock was
already nine inches long at 12-years-old, and he expected to join the "full
foot" club by eighth grade, just as his two older brothers had. And rest
between orgasms? Why would you do that? Everyone Jared knew, from his
father to his teacher to the mailman came a dozen times a day or more,
often in rapid succession during regular orgies or ruts. He also couldn't
understand why age was such a problem. His grandfather regularly fucked him
and his brothers with all the stamina and prodigious amounts of cum he'd
enjoyed in his youth. Jared was glad when the tone of the narrator changed
as they continued down the gallery, suggesting they were moving into a less
grim portion of the museum's history display.


"But in the shadows and behind the scenes, a small group of dedicated
raunch pigs worked to secure power, money, education, and influence that
might one day break men out of this terrible cycle. By the early 2000s, a
powerful cabal of incestuous pig families were finally able to execute the
plans that had been formulated in secret for generations. Working through a
carefully-cultivated network of research facilities, they created a series
of medical breakthroughs that unlocked the true bestial nature of men that
had been bred out of them for eons." Jared noticed many of his classmates
were getting bored by the presentation of scientific information in this
section. His lab partner Robby had dropped to his knees and was sucking off
his chaperoning father rather than pay attention. But Jared was fascinated.


"They started with chemical compounds." Jared jumped a bit, not realizing
that Mr. Cummingham had come up behind him to speak softly into his ear so
as not to disturb the other museum guests. Jared also felt three of his
teacher's thick fingers slide into his ass as this very personal history
lesson began. Jared acknowledged that he was something of a teacher's pet,
but he loved the attention Mr. Cummingham gave him. He pushed back against
his teacher's probing fingers. Mr. Cummingham continued his history lesson:
"At first they had to focus on boosting testosterone, increasing blood
flow, extrapolations from party drugs to lower inhibitions, that sort of
thing. The original Families of Pigs had taken over all the major food and
agriculture businesses by that point, and began feeding their creations
into the world-wide food chain. By the 2020s, men were unknowingly
ingesting a steady supply of sexual enhancers that began to change
everything." Mr. Cummingham was practically cooing his story into Jared's
ear as he worked his whole fist into the boy's loose hole. He drooled as he
talked, soaking the side of Jared's face with warm spit. Far from being
distracted, Jared was eager to learn more and slid down his teacher's arm
to ensure their connection and private lesson continued. He also reached
over and started stroking his teacher's throbbing, oozing cock.


Mr. Cummingham did continue: "Men began to rediscover the bonds between
men. Fucking. Fisting. Sharing piss and spit and sweat. With men
increasingly horny and needing constant release, the old taboos began to
crumble as they should have done ages ago. Incest. Bestiality. Scat. Puke.
Once the population began to alter their behavior, the original Pig
Families didn't have to hide in the shadows anymore. Government programs
began. New research was funded. Rather than look for external means of
change, they turned to unlocking the very DNA that made men men. They
discovered the genes that had been dormant for millennia and made them even
better, enhancing our cocks and balls and gaping holes from the moment we
are born." Jared moaned as the instructional lecture coincided with his
teacher spurting cum into the boy's hand, as if to punctuate his historic
narrative. When the thick ropes of jizz slacked, Jared brought his cupped
palm to his mouth and slurped the warm pig batter. Mr. Cummingham concluded
his lesson. "Within a generation the genetic code had been put right again,
giving men all the pleasures and sexual prowess that had been missing or
domesticated out of him."


As if on cue, the museum's automated program lit up another display. Sadly,
Mr. Cummingham pulled his hand out of Jared's cunt so the boy could pay
better attention, sucking his student's creamy shit off his fingers as he
walked away to check on the other students. The museum's voice continued:
"The XY Accords of 2075 finalized the process by ensuring all future
progeny would be male, and by creating worldwide genetics and incubator
facilities to foster a new utopia of sexually primed, uninhibited fathers
and sons. The old rules and taboos had finally been broken, leaving men to
completely dedicate themselves to their original animalistic desires." The
lights in the gallery brightened slightly as the program ended, revealing
several pairings and threesome of horny twelve-year-olds who had abandoned
paying attention to the museum's history interpretation in order to fuck on
the floor and against the cases. Mr. Cummingham shook his head, but Jared
detected amusement and desire behind his eyes.


"All right, all right...break it up you guys. They'll be plenty of time for
that. Pay attention, now, because this is where you get to explore the
museum on your own." Jared's classmates reluctantly disengaged in order to
get their instructions. "There are twelve galleries and halls in the
museum, three on each of the four floors above us. If you get lost, just
work your way back to the giant Cock Tower, and you'll be able to see
everything from the atrium. You have three hours before we meet back on
this floor for the noon cum blast, which I hear is the biggest of the day,
so you don't want to miss it. Any questions?" Naturally no one spoke up, so
the teacher led his class to the door that opened back onto the atrium. He
paused at a large bin, reaching in and pulling out handfuls of bejeweled
cockrings. As he and the dad chaperones passed them out, Mr. Cummingham
gave his final instructions. "Remember, this is an interactive museum.
There are twelve glass 'gems" in your cockring, one for each gallery or
hall. If you successfully interact and engage with each one, a jewel will
light up. I will collect the cockrings when we gather at noon and you will
be graded on how many jewels you have activated." As the boys slipped the
bejeweled stainless steel cockrings on, they looked nervously at each
other, hoping they got enough for a good grade. But Jared was confident. He
was determined to visit all twelve galleries in the time they had AND earn
a jewel for each one.


"O.K.," Mr. Cummingham concluded as he opened the door to the rest of the
Hall of Pigs. "Have fun and see you at noon." Jared was the first out the
door. Now all he had to decide was which gallery was first.


To be continued...