Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2022 13:15:29 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Hall of Pigs -- 5 (The House of Worship)

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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...it is 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!


Having completed the Hall of Pig's top floor, Jared found one of the spiral
staircases that led him down to the next level. Exiting the staircase, he
pulled open a thick, darkly-stained wooden door marked The House of
Worship. He stepped in, allowing the heavy door to close behind him with a
small echoing thud. He was indeed inside a church, or an interesting
approximation of one. It was dimly lit, with much of the light in the
entryway coming from banks of burning candles. Two incense burners hung
from hooks on either side of him, churning out a steady stream of yellowish
smoke. Jared recognized the enticing smell of prime-grade hash, and inhaled
deeply from one of the gilded canisters, allowing the warm smoke to fill
his lungs. It was strong stuff, and the youngster was floating nicely after
a couple deep huffs.


Turning his attention to his surroundings, he also saw a pair of holy water
fonts on each side of the door, gurgling as a thin trickle of dark yellow
liquid spouted from carved stone cocks. The gentle streams fell into the
font's bowled pool, creating a soothing burbling sound. He scooped up a
palmful and drank it. Sure enough, the holy water was warm, rank piss. He
helped himself to a few more mouthfuls as he hit the incense burners
again. By now he was really flying high and was horny as fuck. He squirmed
against the massive buttplug in his cunt and ran his hands over his swollen
belly full of daddy piss that remained stoppered inside him. His piss play
from earlier had long since dried off, so he poured several handfuls from
the font over his face and school-issued tanktop and jockstrap.


But even high, piss-soaked, and boned up, Jared was a good student at
heart. He forced himself to focus back on the museum's next creation. He
spotted a digital sign above his head that scrolled: "Please take a
seat. The program will begin in..." Luckily for Jared, the clock was down
to less than a minute of wait-time. Walking away from the vestibule he
headed to the center of the room, where he spotted a small, raised circular
dais upon which a series of reclining theater-style chairs had been
arranged in a semi-circle. The room was lightly attended and Jared quickly
took one of the empty recliners as the lights dimmed further. Not
unexpectedly, the museum narrator's voice began:


"As we learned on the first floor, the beginning of man's transformation
into pigs started in the 2020s with food and chemical additives provided by
the Original Family of Pigs. This Phase One their master plan lasted for
approximately thirty years, before focus shifted to Phase Two and the
genetic alterations and improvements we enjoy today. Over those first few
decades, society saw major changes at every level: government, education,
recreation. But perhaps one of the biggest shifts affected religion. With
speed that took many by surprise, all the major world religions collapsed
in the span of a few short years. A new generation of real man-pigs
rightfully refused to accept religious edicts that required any limits to
satisfying their carnal and hedonistic desires.


"But as old religions fell, new ones emerged and prospered. Today most
families who chose to practice a religion select one of the three universal
denominations. It is those three religions that we have highlighted here
for this interactive educational program, which we hope you will enjoy. As
you will see, unlike in the dark ages, these religions thrive today through
their shared goals of raunchy pleasure."


The program narration paused, and to Jared's surprise, the circular dais
began to turn, so that the semi-circle of attendees now faced the left
wall. Feeling thoroughly stoned at this point, the kid laughed hazily at
the short ride, earning a stern look from an older man a couple seats
down. Jared suppressed his giggles, and straightened up to focus his
attention on the program. As all the other lights in the room dimmed, a
spotlight was put on the left wall. Jared saw it was covered with a
beautiful stained-glass window, also lit from behind. It depicted a
handsome bearded man with long flowing hair. The man was laying on the
ground, and had hitched up his flowing white robes, holding them with one
hand just below his chin. His other hand held his enormous cock that sprung
from a pair of grapefruit-sized balls and then stretched up nearly the
entire length of his torso. Around him were 12 other men, all handsome,
bearded, and hung, all jerking their cocks and in various states of
orgasm. Thick white streaks and drops of pearly cream filled the
window. Jared realized he was looking at a beautiful stained-glass bukkake.


As the youngster was taking in all the details, the narration started up
again, and a non-descript door to the left of the window opened. Five men
dressed in their priest garb emerged -- the same number as program
spectators in the theater chairs including Jared. A voice emerged over the
speaker: "The Blasphemous Church of Christ welcomes you. Our priests will
now minister to the needs of your mouth." One of the priests, a 40-ish year
old man with salt-and-pepper hair and a trim goatee, approached Jared. The
priest's firm cock poked through his piss- and cum-stained white
vestments. Jared could also see the flowing robes were slit up the back,
providing wide-open access to the man's chunky, shit-smeared ass as
well. The priest leaned down and gently whispered in Jared's ear, "What
would you like in your mouth?"


Jared's bloodshot eyes hungrily took in the throbbing cock oozing precum
like a faucet. "Your beautiful cock please," the 12-year-old replied
politely. As the priest slid his throbbing meat into the wet silkiness of
Jared's young throat, the narration over the speakers resumed:


"Taking its name as a celebration rather than condemnation, The Blasphemous
Church of Christ, or BCC, reconsidered the old narratives of the Christian
Bible and the old teachings of the former Christian faiths. Looking at
passages with the fresh eyes of carnal pigs, it became clear that the
central story of Christianity revolved around a man who eschewed women and
instead surrounded himself with twelve men. Once eyes were opened to the
true relationships being described in the scriptures, the Blasphemous
Church of Christ flourished as men flocked to the new version of the Mass:
wine-fueled 13-man orgies symbolic of Christ's and his twelve apostles'
most famous orgy, formerly known as the Last Supper."


As the narrator offered this condensed history, Jared was working expertly
on the priest's delicious cock. He sucked down the long, slightly curved
dick with ease and allowed his throat muscles to perfectly massage the
length of the clergyman's meat. The priest held poppers back and forth
under the boy's nose, allowing him to huff deeply from the brown bottle as
he worked. Jared had been concentrating on the history lesson and his
cocksucking, but once the lecture was over, he glanced around a bit without
ever breaking his suction. Visitors had chosen a variety of ways that the
priests could minister to their mouths. The old man near him was allowing
his priest to drop of shiny turd into his mouth. Across the way, a young
boy about Jared's age was filling his mouth up with priest piss. And a
slightly nerdy looking dad and his even younger son were seated next to
each other. The dad was showing his son how to take a full set of heavy
man-balls into his mouth at once. The child's mouth was practically
stretched to the ripping point, but he too successfully swallowed a pair of
jizz-heavy priest nuts, his eyes watering with both pain and joy as he
tried to breathe and suck at the same time. His father beamed with pride as
he sucked and chewed on his own priest's testicles.


With Jared working like a practiced whore twice his age, the priest had no
chance of lasting long, nor did he want to. It was his job to gift this
young boy's mouth with all the hot tasty seed he could produce, and that's
exactly what he did. Jared felt the meat in his throat swell and spasm,
before rope after rope of heavy pig cream shot down his gullet. The priest
moaned in pleasure. All around Jared could hear a chorus of "Fuccckkk"s and
"Yeahhhh"s as priests blew their wads into their assigned guests'
mouths. And then, with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine, they left
via the same door through which they had entered, cocks dribbling remnant
cum into their vestments as they exited. The lights illuminating the
stained-glass window blinked off and a spotlight on the middle wall came
on, all as the revolving dais turned to face this new direction.


The new light illuminated a massive cock of carved black ebony. The
polished stone gleamed under the light, and exquisitely carved veins bulged
throughout the column. It reminded Jared of a smaller, darker version of
the five-story Cock Tower in the center of the museum, although this one
didn't appear to shoot sperm every hour. As before, a voice intoned "The
Church of Cock welcomes you. Our priests will now minister to the needs of
your cock." A door opened and five men emerged. All five were black,
ranging in age from about 16 to 80. They were naked, except each wore a set
of nipple pumps and a set of ball-stretching weights that looked to be
several pounds each. They were also united in the sheer enormity of their
big, black cocks. None of them were fully erect and yet every cock hung at
least 15 inches or more, swinging between their legs as they walked. It was
the oldest that approached Jared -- a pudgy grandpappy of a man with stark
white crinkly hair, wrinkled skin, and a gummy smile. Jared loved old men
and was quite happy that this priest would be ministering to his aching
cock. He realized it had been over half an hour since he had last cum, and
could feel his balls churning up a thick, heavy load. The old man whispered
into Jared's ear with his gravelly, cracking voice: "What would you like on
your cock?"


"Your flabby ass, grandpa," Jared replied with a wicked grin, reaching
around the priest to give his asscheek a hard slap. The old man grinned
from ear to ear with a toothless smile, and turned around to present the
aforementioned ass to Jared. Careful not to dislodge the plug still firmly
planted in his own hole, Jared got up, pulled his cock out of his
jockstrap, and walked his long, youthful rod straight into the gaping,
loose hole. But after 80 years of use and abuse, it was beyond
gaping. Jared suspected it never closed anymore, and shit stains running
down the old man's balls and legs seemed to confirm his theory. Even though
Jared was sunk down to the very base of his cock, his dick felt like it was
fucking air.


But Jared was undeterred. His love of fucking geriatric men came, in part,
from his next move that he'd practiced a few times, including on his own
grandfather. He slid his cock out and then proceeded to replace it with his
right hand and arm. The grandad priest moaned a bit, but Jared could tell
he still barely registered even this intrusion. Jared's plan had been to
jack off his cock -- with both his hand and cock inside the man's gaping
cunt. But now he got another idea. He slid in his other arm, all the way
past his elbow, joining the first arm until they were both at an equal
depth. Deep inside the old man's guts, he pushed his forearms together and
interlocked his fingers into a ball. Now the priest was really moaning as
Jared finally filled him up again. Once positioned, Jared reinserted his
cock, allowing it to slide down the middle along the insides of his two
forearms. THAT he could feel and it felt really good ... warm and wet
inside this enormous cave of octogenarian cunt. "Yeahhh, that's what I was
looking for," Jared moaned as he started thrusting.


Just then the history lesson began again. Jared did his best to focus, even
though putting two arms and a cock inside of one man's hole took a bit of
concentration too. "The Church of Cock emerged naturally from the changes
taking place in mankind. The cock is the most important part of a man, and
deserves adoration and worship for the pleasure it provides. The priesthood
recruited extra-endowed black men from communities that had once been
ignored and marginalized. Revered for their cocks, the priests also became
dedicated servants to serving cocks. In fact, Church of Cock priests rarely
orgasm themselves -- usually only a paltry three or four times a day -- so
that they may focus on providing service to any and all other dicks
presented to them. Today, their instantly-recognizable Gloryhole Temples
can be found in every town, city, and hamlet in the country and around the
world."


As Jared listened, he picked up the pace of his thrusting. He'd never
actually fucked this way before but thanks to his long cock and youthful
flexibility, it was really working for him.  "FUCK," he groaned as he
neared his tipping point. "Fuck yeah granddad, I'm going to fill your nasty
wrecked shitter with some hot boy jizz. You want that fucker?"


"Fuck yeah," the old man managed between gasping breaths. Jared hoped the
aged guy wasn't having a heart attack, but he sure as hell wasn't going to
stop even if the old man keeled over.


"FUUUCCCKKK," Jared bellowed as he unloaded. Just as he had predicted, his
balls had been resupplied with a prodigious amount of spunk since his last
blast, and thick waves of it shot over his arms and balled up hands inside
the tunnel of hot flesh in which they were all buried. He pulled his arms
and cock out simultaneously without worrying about the priest ... it wasn't
like he was ever closing up again. With surprising agility for his age, the
old man spun around and began lapping up the pig batter, sucking down
everything he could find off Jared's arms and hands. As the other priests
successfully brought their own charges to climax, the five-pack of black
men regrouped and left. The visitors settled back into their seats for the
final part of the program as they whisked around to face the right wall and
a new illuminated object.


Here was a large statue of a goat-headed man that stretched from floor to
ceiling. His bodily proportions were that of the most roided-up bodybuilder
imaginable, every inch bulging with veins and muscles. As if he were
competing against the man across from him in the stained-glass window, the
Dark Lord's cock stretched all the way up to chin, and his boulder-sized
balls rested heavily on the floor. "The Church of Satan welcomes you. Our
priests will now minister to the needs of your ass."


The third and final door opened and a quintet of smooth, young boys
emerged, completely naked except for lewdly enormous metal strap-on cocks
that had been harnessed to each of them. The boys were incredibly small and
spindly, their pale skin nearly translucent. Jared imagined boys like this
on a playground, and couldn't believe that these kids were the priests. But
he knew the Church of Satan was unmatched in their ability to push
boundaries and break convention. A blond boy with the softest cherubic face
and wide puppy dog eyes came to Jared. "What would you like in your ass,"
he stage-whispered in his high voice, trying to sound like an adult. As
Jared considered the question, the tiny child moved down to his charge's
ass. Jared heard the high-pitched squeal of excitement and knew the
child-priest had discovered his plugged-up hole. Priest or not, the young
boy couldn't contain himself, and began jumping up and down in childish
delight, his strap-on flopping with each hop. Suddenly Jared had his
answer, and pulled the excited kid to him:


"When you pull out that plug, I'm going to empty everything inside me into
your face. And when I'm all drained out, I want you to take a dump in me
and fill my shitter back up. That's what I want in my ass."


The youngster first giggled excitedly, but then remembered himself and
forced his cute little face into a visage of seriousness. He nodded
gravely, knowing he was going to make The Church of Satan very proud with
this particular service. Jared scooched back and hoisted his legs up,
leaving most of the reclining theater chair available for his priest's
fragile, boyish frame. The boy lay down on his stomach pinning the strap-on
beneath him. His feet dangled off the end as he pressed his face against
the cool steel of the butt plug lodged in Jared's cunt. He began running
his tongue along its edges, as if curiously testing for what might be on
the other side. Seemingly on cue, the narration began. "Worship of Satan
and his message of sexual pleasure and perversion has been around for
centuries. Yet it long remained confined to the shadows. But as men
embraced those so-called kinks and taboos, the lord of all perversions
moved out of the darkness and into the light. In time, various cults,
sects, and covens coalesced into the Church of Satan, which provided a
guiding hand for many families to explore their truest desires and
needs. Today the Church of Satan is a leader in encouraging congregants and
non-congregants alike to discover even more depraved ways to enjoy sex and
filth in their daily lives."


As the voice concluded, Jared felt a sudden stab of pain from his cunt. The
young child had pulled out the plug that had been securely lodged inside
the older boy, yanking it to the left so he could immediately press his
eager face into the gaping hole from the right. Jared cried out as his
bloated insides began emptying the Mexican daddy piss that had filled him
moments before. Some sprayed into the kid's tiny lips, but his mouth was
much too small for the job, so most of the hot piss flume sloshed over his
angelic face and soaked his scruffy blond hair. Jared pressed down, pushing
out squirts of shit sludge and Papi's beer piss over the boy. The stink of
his open trench filled the room. Even as they were being fucked, fisted, or
footfucked by Satan's little priests, the other visitors took note of the
messy exchange over at Jared's chair.


Before his cunt could close up again, Jared flung his legs up and over his
shoulders, grabbing his ankles. It was his favorite self-sucking position,
but that wasn't his goal at the moment. He hoped the boy knew what to do
and was pleased to see that the child easily navigated the slightly awkward
positioning. In fact, he lightly sat down on Jared's gaping trench as was
truly sitting down on a real toilet seat. Fortunately, he was so young and
light Jared could bear the weight easily. "Here it comes," the boy cried
with childlike glee. Sure enough, Jared felt a new warmth snake back into
his recently-vacated gaping chute.


"Oh, fuck kid, that's it. Take a big shit into me. Do Satan proud little
fucker. Take the biggest dump of your life and fill me back up." The
youngster screwed up his face in concentration as he pushed and pushed,
sending log after log of kiddie shit plopping into Jared's open hole. Piss
dribbled out of his little cock and ran down Jared's back. It was so hot
that Jared was steel-hard and throbbing again. His mouth had naturally been
used as a toilet countless times, but this was the first time in Jared's
young life that his ass had been directly shit into, and it was
mind-blowing. Original intent or not, from his doubled-over position, he
wrapped his lips around his own cock and began self-sucking. He felt yet
another turd slide down his tunnel. "Fuck," he thought as he sucked his
cock "this is so fucking amazing. When I get home, I'm going to make sure
Dad and my brothers shit into my cunt all the time."  The image was all he
needed to have yet another orgasm, the second in the span of a few
minutes. As he drank down his jizz, the child-priest made one last, valiant
push and managed to sink a final pile of boy sewage into his goal. He then
climbed up off his makeshift human latrine.


As the five children walked back to their door, the one who had serviced
Jared turned around and gave him a cute, little wave. Jared saw he was
carrying the stainless steel buttplug, likely as a souvenir. He smiled and
waved back, still panting and winded from the intensity of the
experience. The younger boy's shit felt so good inside him as he lay still
for a moment, letting his cunt close back up around his newly acquired
gift. The lights came back on and the program ended. The other visitors
headed towards the door. Jared used the time to check his cockring, and saw
a clear white gem was now glowing. Through the open door back into the
atrium he could hear the crowds cheering at the 10:00 a.m. eruption of cum
bursting from the Cock Tower. As pleasant as he felt, he'd have to keep
moving if he wanted to impress Mr. Cummingham with a perfect 12/12. Still,
on his way out he paused for a couple more drags of hashish smoke from the
burners. It renewed the warm, pleasant feeling throughout his body, making
him ready for whatever was next.