Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2022 13:39:55 +0100
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Scat Frat - 4

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.


The brothers of Sigma Alpha Upsilon forge bonds that are
unbreakable. Living a communal life of filth in the middle of the nation's
most prestigious university takes a lot of trust, cooperation, and
dedication. Every brother in the house is my soulmate in one way or
another, and I would do anything for (or to) them. Our vast wealth and
resources make this easier too -- there is no need to fight over
possessions or money, not to mention wasting energy on something as
meaningless as boyfriends. Everything in the house is freely shared and
freely offered.


Still, there are sometimes conflicts that arise even among the most bonded
of men. And that's how they are handled ... as men. On this particular
occasion two of my SAU brothers had reached an impasse over planning our
upcoming Brother's Weekend. Tradition had always held that boys of ten and
older were invited to the house for this annual event.  Rodrigo, a swarthy
junior from Texas who often wore nothing but his assorted tattoos and his
signature pair of cowboy boots, was a traditionalist. Like me, he had been
introduced to his family's perversions on his tenth birthday. Rodrigo
viewed this as a sacred rite of passage that went back to SAU's founding,
one that should remain honored and untouched.


But Zabir, an ebony-black sophomore whose uncut donkey cock swung lazily
back and forth whenever he walked into a room, suggested that our brothers
were being introduced to their pig heritage much younger these days. By the
time he was five, Zabir had already consumed hundreds of scat, zoo, and
pedo videos on the internet. His father had begun his shitfucking and
fisting education when Zabir was just entering elementary school, and he
knew other SAU families were fucking, feeding, and whoring their sons even
earlier. He wanted his own younger brother Sahim to join the fun at SAU
this spring. After much arguing between the two it had gotten tense enough
that the rest of the house needed to step in and resolve the question and
source of friction. All would be answered using our time-honored technique
-- a fight club-style match between the two.


We decided to hold the contest down in the boiler room, deep in the
basement. The air was humid and hot as the old boiler pumped steam through
the leaky pipes, raising the temperature to at least 90 degrees.  I got
there early, eager to watch my first SAU fight. While I waited on my pig
brothers in the dank heat, I stripped down to just my favorite piss- and
shit-crusted jockstrap, pulling it down long enough to slip on an enormous
stainless steel cockring. I grabbed a butane torch and fired up a pipe of
Tina, feeling the hot chem tendrils flow through my body. I blew out a
swirling white cloud just as Rodrigo and several of our brothers arrived.


Rodrigo stripped down to just a pair of skimpy white gym shorts. His inked
brown skin already glistening with sweat from the boiler room's heat. He
was a short guy at 5'6 -- one of the shortest in the house; however, what
he lacked in height he made up for in build, with thick biceps and massive
thighs that came from years of horseback riding on his family's Texas
ranch. As other SAU brothers arrived, Rodrigo was slathered in oil, soaking
his gym shorts to reveal a half-hard chub of thick Latin meat and an
impressive set of low-hanging balls.


The room was getting crowded as almost the entire house crammed into the
steamy space. The reek of sweat and testosterone was intoxicating, and many
more pigs were joining me in getting tweaked before the main event
started. The air was thick with chem clouds and the sweet, solvent smell of
passed-around bottles of poppers. Finally, as we were all getting antsier
and hornier, Zabir arrived. He wore just a white wifebeater, which enhanced
the complete blackness of his skin. Unlike Rodrigo, he was devoid of
tattoos, but when he was 18 he had his family's crest branded onto his
shoulder -- a tradition among the men in his near-royal family of wealthy
Africans. Zabir wasn't thick with muscles like Rodrigo, but he was tall,
strong, and lean, with prominent veins running along his arms and legs. And
then there was his gorgeous cock, hanging low and curved like a
serpent. Quickly after his arrival, multiple hands were slathering him in
generous pours of oil that drenched his eggplant-colored skin and soaked
his wife-beater so that his hard pig nipples poked through.


Rodrigo and Zabir met in the circle that the rest of us had created with
our sweaty bodies. We stood around them in various states of dripping naked
arousal. Next to me was Duncan, a pudgy senior with soft manboobs and
massive, puffy nipples. I reached over and twizzled them between my sweaty
fingers as he absently stroked my cock. I felt someone behind me slide his
cock into my loose cunt, but I didn't even bother to turn around to see who
it was, as my attention was rapt on the two gladiators circling each other
before us.


Zabir made the first move, grabbing Rodrigo in a bear hug and lifting him
up off the ground. Their oil-slick bodies writhed against each other as
Rodrigo struggled to break the hold, and Zabir quickly threw him face down
on the ground. With cat-like reflexes, Zabir landed with his knees on his
opponent's back, pinning him to the floor. As Rodrigo squirmed under the
knees of his black fraternity brother, Zabir grabbed two handfuls of the
soaked white gym shorts and pulled them apart, ripping the ass of the
shorts wide open. In a flash, he hoisted his balled-up fist and struck the
first punch of the fight -- a punch that went right into Rodrigo's exposed
pig cunt. Both men were already so slick from sweat and oil that the power
behind Zabir's fist sent his arm all the way to the elbow and deep into the
Texan's guts. Rodrigo bucked under weight of his opponent and screamed into
the floor as his ass was ripped open. Those of us watching were cheering
and bellowing our approval at this first move. "Fuck yeah, punch fuck that
brown cunt." "Rip him open." "Punch that fucker into the floor."


As Zabir churned his fist in and out, I could see Rodrigo was positioning
himself for a counter-attack, pulling his arms under him. Then the swarthy
Latin pig's superior strength was revealed. With a quick thrust of his
arms, Rodrigo essentially executed a pushup, even with Zabir balanced on
his back. The sudden upward trajectory caught the leaner man off-guard as
Rodrigo first raised himself and then rolled to the side, sending Zabir
flying. His long, black arm went with him, suddenly vacating Rodrigo's hole
with a loud slurping sound. Rodrigo was on his feet in an instant, even as
Zabir was still sliding across the floor. The Texan's ass was exposed by
the ripped apart shorts and a stream of runny shit oozed from his bloody
red hole and splattered down in thick pools. Before Zabir could regain his
equilibrium, Rodrigo was standing above him. He brought his foot down fast
on the African's stomach, stomping his opponent hard. The crowd was roaring
with excitement now, and a couple of my brothers had dropped to their hands
and knees, running their faces through the puddles of shit Rodrigo had left
behind. They snogged and slobbered into each other's shit-smeared mouths
while the fight continued a few feet away. Zabir's stomach was being
stomped again and again, as he moaned and hunched together before finally
hurling under the relentless assault. The projectile vomit flooded over
Rodrigo's white gym shorts, coating them in thick yellow bile and chunks of
undigested food. Rodrigo's cock was rock hard and sticking straight out
from the soaked material. He paused his assault long enough to slip out of
the ruined shorts and rub the stomach sludge over his abs, cock, and
balls. Zabir stood up shakily, stripping off his wifebeater, snot running
down his face and long tendrils of puke drool hanging from his thick
African lips.


The two were now both on their feet, circling each other again. There were
a couple feints and lunges that produced little result, but gradually the
fight shifted to a classic bareknuckle boxing match. Both fighters were
landing raw punches on the other's face and about their head. As each punch
landed their features became smeared with sweat and blood. Wet sludge
dripped out of their noses and flowed down their chins. Both had a split
lip that added to the rivulets of red that meandered down their necks and
coated their pecs. They were getting shakier on their feet, and eventually
Rodrigo tackled Zabir sending them both tumbling to the ground. Their
rock-hard cocks ground against each other as they wrestled and rolled back
and forth.


As they remained locked in each other's slippery grip, trying to gain an
advantage, I saw an arc of piss begin from my SAU brother Dom's enormous
cock on the other side of the circle. The trajectory of the fountain sent
his rank nectar splashing over the two fighters on the floor. "FUCK YEAH,"
roared several of our fellow SAUs and nearly all of us joined Dom in
unburdening our bladders all over the sweaty and bloody combatants. Even as
the two squirmed against each other, they opened their mouths to eagerly
accept the gallons of piss that were coming from every
direction. Eventually their open mouths came together as they actively
sucked down the piss, blood, and snot cocktail from their opponent's
face. Although they were thoroughly making out, the fight continued as they
wrestled for the upper hand. Zabir squeezed Rodrigo's balls and Rodrigo bit
forcefully into Zabir's pig tits, but neither tactic worked. The other pig
just responded with groans of pleasure and the two ended up tongue-raping
each other's mouths and noses even more. I began to wonder if there would
be a stalemate if neither brother conceded defeat.


The wrestling and grinding continued as the two flipped over and over
across the piss-covered floor. Finally, it was Zabir who came up with the
next move. He took advantage of a fleeting moment on top, and then used
their oily slickness to shimmy/slide up Rodrigo's torso. In a flash he had
landed with his knees dug into the Latin pig's shoulders, straightening up
to put his full weight on keeping his opponent pinned to the floor. Rodrigo
bucked a couple times to try and unseat the African above him, but to no
avail. He was stuck under the weight of Zabir kneeling on him.


And that's when Zabir started shitting onto Rodrigo's torso. It was an epic
shit ... a massive log that slid out in seconds followed by piles of
looser, creamier sludge. The stink was amazing and every pig in the room
was drooling at the exquisite pile that lay steaming on Rodrigo's
chest. But there was little time to appreciate the results of Zabir's quick
dump. In a blur, he grabbed his giant log off Rodrigo's piss- and
sweat-drenched body and turning it vertical, shoved it down his opponent's
throat. Rodrigo's eyes bulged in surprise as the pipe of shit slid down his
gullet. As about two-thirds of the turd disappeared, Zabir smashed the
remaining visible part down with his palm, forcing it in all directions
over Rodrigo's face and further down his sputtering, gasping mouth. Once
his palm bottomed out over the Texan's mouth, he held it there, smothering
Rodrigo. With his free hand, Zabir had grabbed the mushier, looser shit,
and this he brought forward and jammed up Rodrigo's nose with
cartilage-cracking force. Rodrigo tried to scream in pain, but now both his
mouth and nose where packed with shit and held in place by Zabir's
jet-black, veiny hands. His eyes bulged even wider and his face started to
turn red. At the same time his cock began quivering and pulsing, standing
at full, straining attention as he began to lose consciousness under the
piles of packed shit that filled every orifice.


Completely trapped and down to his last bits of air, Rodrigo slammed his
hand down three times on the concrete floor, signaling his forfeit. At the
same moment, his completely untouched cock began to erupt with a volcano of
spewing pig cum. He passed out as his dick shot rope after rope high into
the air. Zabir took his hands off his defeated opponent's nose and mouth
and immediately started sucking the bloody shit out of Rodrigo's broken
nose, drinking it down as fast as he could clear the clogged nostrils. With
the nose clear, Zabir gave his frat brother's chest a good thump. Rodrigo
inhaled sharply through his broken and blooding nose as he jerked back to
consciousness. He then promptly hurled the packed shit that continued to
fill his mouth and throat all over Zabir's face. The African pig planted
his mouth over Rodrigo's, eagerly taking back his own, now-regurgitated
shit. With Rodrigo's forfeit, the two now made out with the passion of
long-time lovers, all forgiven and forgotten through the bonding of
depraved pig lust.  The rest of us cheered from the circle surrounding the
rutting couple, before we too descended into our own chem- and
bloodlust-fueled orgy that lasted well into the next morning.


My first fight club night had been as hot as I had imagined it would
be. Plus, the question had been settled -- in just a few weeks our frat
house would be filled with even younger boys than ever before for Sigma
Alpha Upsilon's annual Brother's Weekend.