Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2021 20:31:39 +0100
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Scat Frat - 2

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. Email me with ideas if you are
interested in more tales from The Scat Frat.


I quickly settled into life at Sigma Alpha Upsilon. I immediately bonded
with all my fraternity brothers and found a second family in the 24 manpigs
who made up the current inhabitants of the SAU house. I mentioned before
how the SAUs were completely removed from the rest of Greek life on campus,
but that's not to say we didn't live up to many of the expectations you
might have about a frat house. Our parties, for example, were epic...just
very different from the toga parties and luaus that other fraternity houses
hosted.


Last Friday night's main event was a classic SAU party. One thing I quickly
discovered after arriving at the SAU house is why the enormous,
marble-floored entry room to our frat house was completely empty and devoid
of furniture. It turned out this was our main party space in the house, one
that could be converted to any decadent theme the SAU brothers dreamed
up. As this particular Friday night approached, the room was loaded to
create the perfect gentleman's club. Soft leather sofas and deeply recessed
leather chairs filled the room, along with a pair of pool tables and
numerous bar carts loaded with some of the world's finest whiskeys and
crystal tumblers. Humidors were placed on either end and stocked with
hand-rolled Cuban cigars. Everyone knew the furnishings would be completely
trashed by the end of the night, but SAU's unlimited resources made that of
little concern. Pigs were free to piss, shit, puke, dirty fuck and fist
anywhere and everywhere....everything could be replaced in a day.


As the evening progressed, the room filled with men -- both my entire
cohort of SAU brothers and several legacies, who were always invited to
every event. To any outside observer it would have appeared to be a classic
slice of upper crust life. Suits and jackets were the attire of the night,
all impeccably tailored. Crystal clinked as men offered toasts and engaged
in deep conversation among the leather furnishings. A thick cloud of cigar
smoke filled the room as men happily enjoyed the classic taste of their
Cubans. A fire roared in the fireplace, bringing the heat up in the already
warm room, which slowly and casually led to jackets being shed and shirt
collars opened. More whiskey flowed, and the musky tang of cigar smoke
began to mix with another rolled favor from the humidors -- thick blunts of
superb weed.


I was lounging on a deep brown leather couch, tumbler full of my favorite
Scotch. I too had dressed for the evening, wearing one of my best suits,
gartered dress socks, and Italian leather shoes. I was savoring the last
draws of a cigar when my SAU brother Dom called me over to one of the pool
tables that had just opened up. Dominic Rammer was a Junior and bit a
legend within the house for his enormous cock, which was roughly the length
and girth of a baker's rolling pin. Dom had shed his jacket and had opened
his shirt entirely to reveal his smooth, carmel-colored chest and abs. His
features came from a mix of Arab and Dutch South African blood that gave
him dark, wavy hair and piercing blue eyes -- an odd mix that made him even
more handsome. Needless to say, I was happy to join him at the pool table
for any game he had in mind.


He passed me a thick joint that he had already half smoked, and we toked
back and forth as he racked up the balls. As we neared the end of the blunt
we made sure to share the smoke, passing it back and forth through deep
open mouthed kisses. Reluctantly, we broke off to begin our game -- not
wanting to be rude to anyone waiting. But I wasn't willing to let go of Dom
just yet. As he started with the break, I rubbed my hands up and down the
fabric that hugged his muscular ass as we watched the balls ricichet
about. Just as the orange five ball sank in a corner pocket, Dom let out a
massive fart. I could feel the heat through his suitpants and I inhaled the
thick stink as it wafted up. "Solids," Dom said with a grin.


As he walked around the table to line up his next shot, I followed. He
dropped into an exaggerated lean over the table, thrusting his ass as far
out as it could go while still handling the cue. Once again, he let a fart
rip, louder and wetter than the last, as he took his shot. The seven ball
plopped in the side pocket, but Dom didn't stand upright. Again, I rubbed
his ass through the fabric, this time with my rock hard cock straining in
my pants as I took off my shirt. I could feel the heat and moistness
building in the back of his trousers as he pushed fart after fart against
me. Then Dom let out a deep groan and I felt the seat of his pants begin to
expand. He was filling his pants with a filthy, thick dump, which I pressed
and massaged into his ass cheeks. The already-skin tight fabric of his suit
was now obscenely stretched as he pushed more and more shit into them. I
decided to release the pressure, and ripped open the straining seat down
the seam. He wasn't wearing underwear (of course!) and as I ripped the
opening wider, it revealed a perfect ass completely smeared in thick,
sloppy sewage. I looked down and sure enough even more shit had run his
pant leg and was spilling onto the floor. Even as I rubbed my still suited
crotch up and down his slimy crack, Dom took another shot, attempting to
sink the yellow one ball. When he missed, he straightened up and handed me
the cue as if our shitty play wasn't even happening. "Your turn," he said,
flashing me that damned grin again. Fine, I thought, two can play this game
-- literally.


Around me the gentleman's club atmosphere was quickly devolving into pure
piggish lust. Men were pairing off, or sorting themselves into groups of
three, four, or more. The distinct smell of shit and piss began to fill the
room. But I kept my focus on Dom and the game we were playing. I circled
the table before settling on the ten ball for a straightward corner
shot. Before taking the shot, I released my cock through the fly of my
straining, shit-smeared pants, and began to spray a gallon of pent up
whiskey piss. I let it flood over my bare chest and flow down over my
pants, careful to aim away from the pool table so as not to impact the
game. Dom came up behind me, and I leaned into his warm body, letting the
piss fountain spray over both of us. He had coated his hands in the shitty
sludge covering his ass and now proceeded to smear my piss-wet pecs and abs
with his slurry while I soaked us thoroughly. When I was done, I pushed
back off of Dom to resume the game. He slid slightly to the left as I lined
up the cue for the 10 ball, which I proceeded to sink flawlessly. That's
when Dom took the game to the next level. Breaking off his gentle
shit-laden massage of my chest, he headed to the corner pocket where my
stiped ball had just landed and plucked it out. In one quick motion he
effortlessly stuffed the smooth ball up into his slime-coated hole, smiling
lustily as he shoved it in deep so that it would stay. Moving to sink the
14 in the same pocket, I again sent the ball to its desired resting spot,
at which point Dom promptly scooped it up and inserted it into his hole
beside the other.


By now the pig orgy around us was in full swing, and it was getting
increasingly hard to concentrate. But Dom had thrown down the challenge and
I was determined to see where this twisted game took us. But first I had to
get more comfortable. I slipped off my brown Italian leather dress shoes
and shed my Savoy Row tailored suitpants. I then put the Ferragamos back on
so that I was naked save for a pair of gartered black dress socks and a
pair of narrow tipped brown leather shoes. Of course, I was also wearing
copious amounts of Dom's shit spread across my pecs and hanging off my
puffy pig nips. My cock was rock hard as I came back to Dom's side of
table. He too had taken the opportunity to release his monster cock,
choosing to rip the front of his pants wide open the way I had done the
back. The tattered remains of his expensive tailoring hung lewdly around
his throbbing donkey dick and his shit-covered ass. His open white shirt
still hung over his torso, now yellow and soaked in my piss along with
several hand smears in brown, shitty streaks.


Now naked from the end of my gartered dress socks upwards, I lined up my
next shot, leaning over the table just as Dom had done earlier so that I
could thrust my ass out invitingly. Not missing his chance, Dom walked his
gargartuan cock right to my open hole and slid in. I hoped he would bottom
out in me, but he held back, only giving me a few inches of his pig
shlong. Then he started pissing. It felt like gallons of hot liquid were
filling my already-full guts. I'd been holding off shitting all day, so
Dom's piss assault filled my packed shit tunnel even more, bloating me to
exquisit levels of pain and pleasure. When he finished, Dom retreated to
just the edge of my hole, all while he grabbed one of the whiskey bottles
from a nearby cart. As he pulled out, he shoved the whiskey bottle deep in
its place, causing me to bellow as the interusion filled me up even more
than his cock had. Once nearly all the bottle was buried my cunt he seemed
satisfied the stopper would hold and nodded for me to resume my next
shot. I was quivering in bloated pain, my belly distintended from the
combination of stored shit and Dom's piss enema....all now dammed up inside
my guts by a whiskey bottle. My body was sweating profusely and I struggled
to keep the cue from slipping in my hands. In spite of it all, I sank the
intended 12 ball, which Dom promptly grabbed and inserted into his own cunt
to join the other two.


And so the game continued...me waddling awkwardly around the four sides as
I ran the rest of the table. Each time, Dom would dutifully take the
smooth, striped sphere and insert it into his shitty hole. As more and more
balls disappeared into his pig cunt, he also began moaning in pain and
pleasure. Like me, his belly began to show signs of the sheer mass stuffed
up his guts. He was sweating as much as me, both of us filled to the
breaking point. At last I finished my run. Seven striped balls jostled
inside Dom's cunt. I called one of the corner pockets for sinking the eight
ball. Dom told me to wait, and proceeded to climb onto the table. He took
position over the designated pocket, lewdly presenting his shit-oozing hole
for my target. He was stroking his massive cock with his shitty hands, his
once-fine clothing ruined and stained on his body. He was panting and
drooling, slobber running down his chin. It was a beautiful sight. With all
the might I could muster, I powered the eightball towards its goal. It
punched into his wrecked cunt like a mini cannonball. Dom screamed as the
eightball fired into his packed guts, slamming into the other balls. The
intensity sent him over the edge and his massive cock began releasing rope
after rope of cum over his chest. He continued shouting and slobbering as
his entire body was raked with his orgasm. My own cock was quivering at the
sight...I didn't dare touch it for fear of shooting my load too, and I
wanted to keep this nasty scene going. Thankfully Dom was a true pig who
remained primed for filth even after he had cum. He crawled over on all
fours across the pool table to me, pulling me in for a drooling, slobbering
snog.


After several minutes of making out and scooping the cum off his chest to
snowball greedily between us, Dom dropped back onto all fours on the pool
table and turned around, presenting me his cunt, which was copiously oozing
blood and shit. I reached in and found the eightball at the bottom of his
stacked up hole. My hand slid in easily to grip the slippery sphere as I
pulled it out, hungrily licking the gory sludge off it and my hand. I then
repeated the process, removing ball after ball from his quivering hot
tunnel. Each time I had to go deep and deeper to find my quarry. My arm was
coated in the oozing residue of his guts.


The entire time I was becoming more and more aware of the pressure in my
own bowels, which remained blocked by the deeply inserted whiskey bottle in
my ass. As I removed the long lost ten ball from the deepest end of his
cunt, I climbed onto the pool table with Dom, pulling him into a 69
posiition. I continued to finger and fist his cunt, but also took his
massive cock, which had already re-hardened, down my eager
throat. Meanwhile, my stoppered ass hung anxiously in front of Dom's
slobbering mouth. In one swift motion he yanked out the bottle, causing me
to scream around the donkey cock down my throat. With the passage
unblocked, my guts unloaded like a geyser. Dom was hit square in the face
by his own piss and my now completely-liquified shit. He screamed joyous
obscenities as he plowed his face into a firehose of pure sewage squirting
from my pig cunt. Meanwhile, I forced his entire cock down my throat in a
single stroke -- an inhuman feat that produced exactly what I craved. I
gagged over the enormous log of cock lodged down my gullet, and I started
spewing puke all over his beautiful pig dick. We were both in pig heaven --
me sucking a monster cock and regurgitating my puke along its steel-hard
column over and over again; Dom drinking from a seemingly endless stream of
pig sludge that had filled my guts just minutes before. We continued
hungrily and passionately, building to a beautiful crescendo of degenerate
pig bliss. Even though he had cum not long before, Dom was the first to
blow, sending buckets of warm cum down my craving throat. With that, I too
began firing volley after volley of cum onto Dom's chest, even as he chewed
ever deeper into my diarreah-soaked, puffy cunt lips.


I was completely lost in the sheer filth of our coupling atop the pool
table, floating in a haze of shit and puke. It was the sound of applause
that pulled me back to earth. Reluctantly releasing Dom's cock from my
throat, I looked up to see that we had attracted over a dozen shit-covered
men who had gathered around the table to enjoy our piggy union. I flipped
around so that Dom and I were face to face. We cuddled in our slurry of
piss, shit, and puke as our audience drifted away to continue their own
depraved journeys toward ecstasy. I smiled in pure contentment -- another
great party at SAU. Plus Dom and I had just given the phrase "dirty pool" a
whole new meaning...