Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2022 14:24:20 +0200 From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" Subject: The Hall of Pigs - 3 (The Porno Theater) Like your stories piggy and sleazy? Then be a good pig and donate to Nifty... now! https://donate.nifty.org/ Disclaimer and background: This series combines light science fiction and heavy raunch, 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! Still dripping from head to toe in piss, Jared walked around the atrium's top floor to the next gallery, or rather, theater. "The Pig-Prod Memorial Porno Theater" was carved across the mantle to the entrance. Being the excellent student of history that he was, Jared recognized the name as one of the early pioneers in true filth and raunch porn, including scat and puke. He nodded approvingly at the honorific as he pulled open the darkened door. Inside, rather than stepping into a theater as he expected, he actually found himself in a small room with an unmanned ticket counter. Weathered antique posters of classic porn movies covered the walls and a few blinking marquee lights sputtered along the ceiling. A flickering red neon sign declaring "XXX" hung over the counter. Jared could see that the actual theater was on the other side of the room, across the stained carpet and through a set of thick, drawn velvet curtains. The now-familiar history narrator's voice clicked on as Jared entered, and began his lesson for this section of the museum. "Men have made and enjoyed pornography for as long as they have made images. But for centuries, pornography was considered taboo and distasteful at best, or obscene and illegal at worst. Even as attitudes towards porn were changing before the 2020s, men were still largely required to enjoy it in private and out of sight of others. However, once the work of the Original Pig Families began, pornography moved into the limelight. "Eventually laws were passed allowing men to openly view and masturbate to porn whenever and wherever they wished -- out in the park, sitting in church, shopping at the mall. As our collective pig transformation accelerated, hardcore porn took over all genres of entertainment, from Saturday morning cartoons to late night talk-suck-and-fuck shows. The Public Porn Act of 2035 converted the public airways over to the fulltime porn platforms we know and love today. The law also required 24-hour streaming of hardcore content on all public transit including buses and trains. Of course, this reduced carbon emissions 20-fold as commuters flocked to the new porn-immersive transportation choices. That same year many municipalities followed the example of New York City, which had converted its famous Times Square into an all-porn experience. Today, giant porn screens dot main streets and downtowns across the nation. Raunchy, filthy, hardcore porn sits in its rightful place for men to enjoy openly and proudly. "Here at the Hall of Pigs, our curators have recreated a little piece of this pornographic history with our own version of a so-called 'porno theater' from the late twentieth century. Unlike the porn megaplexes and IMAX theaters of today, these theaters were small, dirty, and often hidden away. During the dark ages, even as men gathered to watch porn and get off together, they risked being kicked out or arrested. Worse of all, these theaters often showed porn with women, rather than the all-male movies that men really craved. Still, these sleazy, dirty gathering spots were extremely alluring and sites of hot piggy sex for countless men. Through the velvet curtains we have married that sleaze of yesteryear with the unfettered freedom of today. Please enjoy..." Jared pushed past the curtains as the voice clicked off. It took a few blinks of his baby-blue eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did, he was delighted with what he saw. The room was small and hot, with all the walls, floor, and ceiling painted black. There were five rows of movie theater seats in the center of the room and then a trio of tattered, beat-up leather couches behind them in the back of the theater. The air was thick with pungent weed smoke. Throughout the room were about twenty men and boys, scattered amongst the seats and couches, and along both aisles leading down to the screen. Everyone was naked, hard, and engaged in some form of sexual pleasure. Throughout the seats men were getting blowjobs by their seatmates or were bouncing on a hard cock in the theater chairs. A boy about Jared's age was pinned against the left wall while a massive 300-pound fat slob pounded his boicunt. Back on the couches he saw an older teenager splayed out on the cushions smoking a meth pipe as his ass was being ripped apart by a thick-armed daddy fister. The teen's eyes were rolled up in head with pleasure. As he surveyed the scene, Jared also took a moment to see what was playing on the screen. He smiled with excitement when he realized it was one of his favorite classic films. "Big Sig and The Coach" was one of Hollywood's biggest and best porn productions, based entirely on the classic illustrated story by The Hun. It had swept all the Academy Awards the year it was released and remained a holiday staple to this day, with families gathering every Thanksgiving after dinner to watch the extremely hot Skylar Hemsworth and Stone Elba fuck in every filthy way possible. Jared vaguely remembered that both actors had come from pre-pig acting dynasties. He was particularly excited to see that he had arrived in the theater just as his favorite scat scene was starting. "It's your feeding time," Elba rumbled as the ebony-skinned ferocious Coach, leering down at his waterboy, the prone blond jock Big Sig. "N your new daddy gonna feed you good." "I'm ready and waiting for you sir," answered the nearly-begging Hemsworth, his enormous cock hovering and twitching over his smooth, massive pecs and oozing tits. "Much as you want to feed me coach. Thank you sir." Jared was whispering every word along with the actors, as he knew the entire movie (and the original source material) by heart. His cock was out of his jockstrap and oozing down to the floor as he lightly stroked it. "This is my favorite part," someone whispered to his left. Jared's breath caught slightly as he looked over to see who had joined him. The man was stunning. If Jared had followed sports rather than reading so many books, he might have recognized Jack Dickson, one of the city's star basketball players. The 6'10, dark-skinned point guard was stroking his anaconda-sized cock, as he looked up at the unfolding scat action on the screen. "Me too," Jared managed to stammer out, still awestruck at the man's hotness, even if he had no idea who he was. "I've seen it so many times." "You wanna act it out with me," the black god asked, nodding at the screen. "Do what they do?" "Oh, fuck yes," Jared moaned, instantly dropping to the filthy, cum-wet theater floor, assuming the role and position of Big Sig whose world was about to expand into the realms of a true filth-pig. "Tell me again boy," both Jack, the black giant in the room, and Stone Elba, the coach on the screen, intoned at the same time, as they simultaneously straddled and squatted over their white counterparts. "Who you wanna belong to around here?" "I belong to Coach. All the way sir," Jared recited along with Hemsworth. "Well here you go boy. A nice big turd for ya. Get on it white boy. Eat my shit." Right on cue, the man's perfect ass began to open, revealing a massive log of hard shit. The same was happening onscreen. Jared raised his eager mouth to the enormous scat offering. "Yeah, you got it babyface. More shit coming atcha..." "Yes sir Coach. Thank you sir," Jared intoned. He was repeating the dialog, but he also meant and felt every word of it, swept away in his recreation of this scorching hot scene. Just like Big Sig, Jared smeared his young lips with Coach's rancid shit while swallowing as much of the exquisite thick dump as he could. He could feel his stomach fill with what seemed like pounds of the heavy log. He ran his face up and down the increasingly wet trench, his tongue slobbering over whatever he could find. "We down to just the wet and drizzly leftovers now," the two black voices said in unison. Jared and Hemsworth responded in kind, "Yes Sir. I want it all sir." As the movie continued on the screen, Jared's face became increasingly shit-coated as he rubbed the NBA player's "wet and drizzly leftovers" over his skin and into his hair. Eventually the athlete turned around and pulled him up, drawing him in for a slobbering, open mouthed kiss. Knowing what was supposed to come next, Jared jumped up into the man's massive arms and wrapped his skinny 12-year-old legs around the black giant. As they made out in drooling, wet snogs, the Coach onscreen offered his famous soliloquy of love for his newly-minted pig waterboy. Jared's companion in the theater quoted one final line as they swapped brown, shitty spit: "Fuck boy, you tasting just like your daddy's shit." The two looked at each other for a moment, and then began to laugh, breaking out of their characters and the scene. "Wow," said the tall, wide-eyed athlete with a gasp, "that was awesome. You really know your porno movies." "So do you," Jared replied appreciatively. "You want to stick around some more," Jack asked, "see what else we can recreate?" Jared looked down at his cockring. Sure enough, the green gem had illuminated alongside the yellow one. But it was still only two. He had a lot of ground to cover. "I'd love to," Jared sighed regretfully, "but I have to see more of the museum if I want a good grade." The famous (to everyone except Jared) athlete nodded and ruffled the youngster's shit-smeared mop of hair. "I understand," he replied. "I remember my school field trip here. I spent all my time in this theater and only had one gem to show for my efforts at the end of the day." Jared stood on his tip-toes to tenderly kiss Jack Dickson's full, shit-flavored lips one last time. "Thanks again," he whispered before moving back through the curtains and onward to the atrium. The athlete's shit rumbled gently in his full belly. One more room was left on this floor. Jared headed to the Hall of Familial Love.