Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2022 20:05:59 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Hall of Pigs 7 (The Shit Arena)

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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!


The famous Shit Arena inside the Hall of Pigs -- one the city's, indeed the
nation's, top tourist attractions. It was the place every young lad begged
his father to take him for his birthday, or spring break, or during summer
vacation. Jared stood to the side for a moment, watching in awe at the
steady flow of men and boys going in and out through the revolving
door. Warm whiffs of sewage wafted out with each turn of the doors, and
those exiting were often covered and dripping in beautiful brown
muck. Apparently, the curators at the Hall of Pigs had given up trying to
make visiting the Shit Arena an educational as well as hedonistic
experience. There were no buttons to push or informative presentations to
watch. Here you were just invited to enjoy yourself in a pleasure palace of
shit.


But Jared knew the history of scat from his textbooks and visits to the
library. He actually found the story of man's ultimate embrace of scat to
be quite fascinating. The engineers of the master plan to convert men into
total, rutting pigs initially relied on food additives and chemical
compounds in the drinking water. Several of the exhibits Jared had already
visited covered these first thirty or so years known as Phase One. And the
scientists and researchers behind Phase One were enormously successful, but
only up to a point. Scat proved to be one of the walls they unexpectedly
hit. In spite of substantially lowering the inhibitions and mental barriers
to pig sex, a full 50 percent of men still didn't enjoy scat sex or the
pleasures of playing with shit. It was one of the initial questions put to
the Phase Two scientists, the first wave in an era of unlimited funding for
genetic raunchpig research.


The geneticists quickly discovered the problem. It turned out that after
several millennia of taboos and cultural shaming, man's genetic material
had actually been altered. Many men had sadly and inexcusably developed a
genetic predisposition to find shit distasteful. Fortunately, it was an
easy fix to swap out a little DNA coding and turn that "switch" back
on. Jared had read about the public health campaign of 2055 in which men
were given a simple gene therapy inoculation to fix their problem. "One
Shot; Endless Shit" had been the campaign slogan. The wildly successful
push freed all men from the genetic shackles holding back their pleasure
and love of manshit. Within a few months every man, teen, and child had
unlocked the key to becoming a full-fledged shit pig -- one of science's
first and greatest triumphs. Phase Two -- the golden age of genetic
perfection for raunchy living -- was officially underway.


Of course, Jared understood not everyone was fascinated by the historical
backstory and just wanted to get into the Scat Arena and begin fucking. "If
you can't beat 'em, join 'em," he thought to himself with a mental shrug,
and pushed his way through the revolving door. The smack of intoxicating
shit stink hit him full in the face as the passed through. He was inside a
large oval, similar to a giant indoor track or velodrome. A small riser of
bleachers -- about six or seven deep -- ran the full length of the
arena. Hanging from the ceiling were giant jumbotrons, each showing
different shit sex scenes. Jared smiled that the curators had managed to
sneak in some history after all, since all the screens were showing antique
scat porn classics like Arabian Soup, Wildpork, and Russian River Weekend.


>From the ring of bleachers there were several sets of stairs down onto the
main floor -- the arena itself. It reminded Jared of a gigantic shallow,
oval swimming pool. The floor and sides were tiled in white, to better
accentuate the smears and piles of brown across the vast expanse. And it
was absolutely jam-packed with guys covered in shit. Jared guessed there
were maybe two or three hundred men and boys spread out over the tiled
arena floor. And maybe another 50 scattered through the bleachers, watching
the action while drinking beer or smoking weed and meth. At either end of
the oval arena there was a massive pipe, each of which pumped out a steady
stream of steaming hot shit into the recessed play space below. This
ensured visitors to the arena had plenty of shit to fuck with, even if
they'd already dumped their guts onto their kids or co-workers earlier in
the day. Jared had once read that the sewage pipes came directly from all
the prisons, where convicts were prevented from any shitplay as part of
their punishment. Instead, prisoners were fed enormous meals several times
a day and had to send their prodigious dumps straight down a hole --
untouched and unloved. Luckily for the rest of law-abiding society, those
prisoner piles of shit were warmed up and pumped here for everyone else's
enjoyment.


Jared headed straight down the stairs and into the writhing mass of male
shitsex. He hadn't gone more than ten feet before he felt someone from his
left side rush into him, wrapping their arms around Jared's skinny frame
and tackling the boy with the full force of a linebacker. Jared gasped as
he landed in a particularly big pile of shit that thankfully cushioned the
fall, and found himself sliding along the shit-smeared floor for nearly a
yard. "What the fuck...," he yelled as finally came to a stop and tried to
untangle himself from whomever was on top of him. That's when he looked up
and found himself staring into the grinning shit-smeared face of his big
brother Brad. "Brad? What the fuck," he repeated, at a loss for any other
words. He did manage to stammer out, "What are you doing here?"


"Hey nerd." Jared hated when Brad called him that. "Factory shift let out
early. Something about having to realign the molds. Who the fuck knows. But
I got to leave early." Brad worked at the dildo factory, one of the biggest
employers in the city. In fact, as Brad stood and held out his hand to help
his little brother up, Jared could see the tail end of a massive
double-ended dildo hanging from Brad's ample ass. "Figured I'd come
here. Hey, I forgot, today's your school field trip isn't it."


"Yeah," Jared replied a bit sullenly, still winded from the tackle, which
was exactly the kind of thing Brad enjoyed doing. He was secretly surprised
Brad had listened enough to even remember his school trip. No one would
doubt that the two were brothers, even though eight years and several
inches of height separated them. They shared the same freckled faces and
dirty blond hair, although Brad had grown his out to past his shoulders. He
might have radiated a hung surfer vibe had he been at all fit, but instead
wore a thick layer of fat around his entire body, giving him much more the
look of a hung couch potato. Indeed, at 20 years old, Brad tended to do
just two things around the house -- fuck and smoke weed. Although Jared was
happy to smoke weed and have Brad fuck him too, it bothered him that his
slacker brother didn't do much else.  "I see you are taking 'free' samples
with you again," Jared said, pointing to the dangling sex toy stuffed
inside Brad's shit-slick cunt.


"Fuck, if they paid more I could fucking afford to buy my own toys, but
until then...," he grabbed the dildo and gave it a few good strokes in and
out to emphasize his point. The two stood there awkwardly, having run out
of conversation, which was pretty much the norm for their
relationship. Brad continued to fuck his hole and Jared looked around the
massive shit orgy for a way to extricate himself. That's when Brad
surprised him again by asking in a husky voice, "Hey bro, you got any shit
in you?" Jared looked at his brother and saw some real hunger in his eyes,
his mouth open and drooling a bit. "The stuff out of the pipes is cool, but
I'd love some fresh shit from a real hole, man. Can you help me out?" Jared
wasn't used to having something his brother wanted, other than his boicunt
to fuck. This could be interesting...


He walked up to his taller brother and hugged him, their slick bodies
rubbing against each other. Lifting himself up slightly on his tiptoes, he
seductively whispered into Brad's ear, "I am packed full of shit big
brother. Not just any shit, but little kiddie shit." His brother groaned at
the sound of that. "The little fucker took the biggest dump of his young
life right into my cunt. My guts are filled with nasty little boy turds
that are getting all warmed up and sludgy in there. Is that what you want?"
Brad was practically whimpering with desire now, rapidly shoving the dildo
in and out of his hole as he meekly nodded to his younger brother. Desire
for such delicious shit vanquished all of Brad's usual bravado and swagger,
and he looked longingly into his Jared's eyes.


"Please," he finally managed to half-whisper, half-moan.


"Please what," Jared teased, biting Brad's earlobe hard enough to draw a
little blood that he swirled on his tongue. Brad groaned again.


"Please, Jared, can you feed me the nasty little boy shit in your cunt?"


"Can I have that slick double dong you've got all nice and shit-lubed for
me?" Brad yanked the slimy toy out of his cunt so fast it was practically a
blur. He held it out to Jared, who took it in hand. "Lie down," Jared
ordered his big brother.


Brad dropped atop various piles and mounds of shit, fingering his now-empty
hole with his smeared up fingers. Jared knelt down, his ass hovering over
his big brother's face as his knees sank into the warm sewage around
them. He opened and closed his cunt, teasing Brad with puffs of
intoxicating stink from his hole. "Oh, and one more thing Brad," he said.


"Anything, bro" Brad croaked out, his voice thick with lust.


"Don't call me nerd again." And with that, Jared opened up his cunt a final
time and pushed. The amazing dump the little Satanic priest had dropped
into him now reemerged, warmed and moistened by Jared's own young guts. It
poured out of his hole in a rapid swoosh and into Brad's open mouth. But
the little fucker had shit even more than Jared realized at the time, and
looking over his shoulder at his delirious brother, the pile was rising
higher and higher out of his mouth. Jared took the slimy double dildo in
his hand and deep throated the first half of it while he shat, sucking down
Brad's residual ass-muck as it disappeared down his gullet. The other end
hung lewdly out of his open mouth like a snake. Meanwhile Brad chewed and
slobbered, pulverizing the mess into a beautiful brown goo that flowed out
of his jaws and down his cheeks. Jared scooted back and forth over his
brother's face, coating his own asscheeks and puffy cunt lips while
spreading the filth up and down from his brother's hair to his chin.


Their dirty action attracted some of the nearby rutting pigs, who admired
the nasty play between the two obvious brothers. One onlooker was a
particularly filthy and bedraggled guy who was clearly homeless, with a
tangled mass of unwashed hair and various marks and scabs over his
rail-thin, tattooed body. Jared could practically see the crabs in his
pubic bush as he walked over to siblings, and moaned in ecstasy that such a
nasty fucker was joining them. Jared loved playing with the homeless guys
in the park, and happily rode astride their stinking, diseased bodies
whenever he visited to feed the ducks. Jared watched eagerly as this
particular homeless dude took the other end of the double dong hanging out
of Jared's mouth, and slid the remaining length into his gaping cunt. It
only took a few seconds for Jared to smell and taste the liquid shit that
began running down the length of the shared toy, as hobo diarrhea spilled
into Jared's mouth and over his face. He drank it down like hot cocoa,
humping his brother's face excitedly as the watery slops joined the big log
of black shit he'd swallowed earlier in the porno theater. By now more men
and boys were joining in, and Jared felt multiple hands rubbing piles of
shit over his chest. Someone else was shit-jacking his cock and pulling on
his balls with their slimy hand. Under him Brad was moaning as the length
of his splayed-out body was rubbed down by countless shitty hands. Jared
could hear his brother chomping and swallowing the kiddie shit he'd
deposited, although he knew the sheer volume of the dump meant much of it
was now smeared all over his own ass and Brad's face. In front of him,
Jared looked around the backside of the squatting/shitting homeless guy to
watch him making out with a nine-year-boy, passing lumps of shit from his
own filthy, sore-covered lips into the boy's angelic mouth.


Jared felt his big brother cum first, his head rocking back and forth
across Jared's cunt and ass cheeks as he screamed his orgasm through the
mountain of shit in his mouth and over his face. Just as another wave of
homeless diarrhea slid down the dildo, burning his throat, Jared felt his
own balls churn up a massive load. Whoever was jacking him off brought
forth multiple volleys, the arcing streams of cum spraying down everyone
nearby. With a foot of silicone cock down his shit-coated throat, he
couldn't cry out with the ecstasy he felt, but he groaned loudly with pure
pig pleasure. As the homeless guy dismounted off his end of the shared sex
toy and wandered off, Jared pulled the filthy dildo from his throat. With a
grunt, he hauled himself up off his brother's face. Looking down, he
couldn't help but smile, then laugh. Brad was completely coated in
shit. Not a single inch of his pudgy white skin was visible, from the tips
of his toes to the crown of his head. But he did have a giant grin on his
face, the ultimate shit-eating grin. "Thanks little bro. That was
delicious. And I promise to stop calling you nerd."


"Cool. Thanks." Jared tried to sound nonchalant but he was happy about the
small victory. "I better go," he added, looking down at the glowing brown
gem in his cockring. "Still got half the museum to cover."


"Alright. I think I'm going to hang here for a while, see if anyone has
some weed to share" his brother said with a contented sigh as he wiggled a
bit deeper into the piles of shit under him. "Have fun." Brad then got a
mischievous glint in his eye before adding, "Dork." Jared gave him a gentle
kick in his ribs but laughed in spite of himself. His big brother was
always going to be exactly the same. He dropped Brad's double dildo back
onto his chest, knowing he'd make good use of it, and headed up the stairs
to the revolving door. Bits of shit dropped off his young, firm butt as he
walked. Maybe he could get his dad to bring the whole family here next
time. He'd love to see how nasty the four of them could get in front of
everybody. Although he'd just shot a load, his cock already stiffened up as
he walked, plotting out his next visit...