Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2022 15:53:21 +0100
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Scat Frat - 5

Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT and other depravities. Do not read
if younger than 18. This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any
real people. Email is always welcome.


I was royally pissed off as I headed to the door of Sigma Alpha
Upsilon. Brothers Weekend had officially kicked off the night before, and
I'd been stuck at a job interview back in New York for my summer
internship. I know, I know ... first world problems. But as an only child
I'd never experienced Brothers Weekend, and I'd been looking forward to it
for weeks. I loved the idea of all my SAU brothers having their younger
siblings to the house for a weekend of nonstop deviant debauchery. And this
year, there was no limit on how young the brothers could be, so long as
they came willingly.


Sadly, my interview couldn't be postponed or put off. Part of our duty as
SAUs is to ensure our perverted brotherhood expands into every corridor of
power and institution that can further our degenerate families' goals. So,
I'd dutifully gone down for the interview, nailed it, and got back as soon
as possible, so as not to miss any more of the weekend. I unlocked the door
and walked in to discover Brothers Week was in full swing and even more
awesome than I imagined.


The first thing I saw was a group of naked youngsters running around the
massive entry hall. They were so young and cherubic -- grade school angels
of mussy hair and missing baby teeth, completely smooth and hairless with
tight, rosy little butts. There must have been five or six of them. It was
hard to keep track because they were running around so fast and
frenetically. I was also distracted by the fact they all had large dildos
strapped onto them. There were various shapes and colors, but all were
several inches long, strapped and buckled to each of these pert little
kids. As they ran around frantically, I finally figured out that they were
playing a game of tag. One little boy with long blond hair and blue eyes
was racing this way and that in pursuit of the others, a sleek, black dildo
bouncing obscenely ahead of him as he ran. At last, he feinted a left turn
and then lurched right to smack the arm of another kid with dark curly
hair. "I got you," he shouted in triumph, "I got you Ricky!" The
curly-haired waif rolled his eyes and dropped onto his hands and knees.


"OK, Calvin, make it good," Ricky said over his shoulder as he settled onto
the floor, pulling apart his ass cheeks to reveal a perfect pink loose
hole, already glistening with copious amounts of lube. The blond Calvin
lined his dildo up and sunk it deep into his tagged playmate's prepubescent
cunt. The other boys had stopped running and were watching. They began
chanting "one, two, three..." as Calvin fucked his strap-on dildo in and
out of the quivering hole. Ricky moaned in pleasure as the black silicone
monster worked its way back and forth.  "Eight, nine, ten," the chant
continued, followed by all the boys shouting in unison, "Tag! You're It!"
Calvin pulled out and all the boys began running around again as the
freshly fucked Ricky hopped up from the floor as if nothing had
happened. He restarted the chase, this time as the pursuer instead of the
pursued. The entire perversion of the classic child's game had me rock
hard, and I quickly headed into the locker room to strip and join the
festivities.


When I returned to the main hall, I was naked and properly outfitted for my
explorations -- stainless steel cockring, ballstretcher, and nipple vacuum
pumps on each pig tit. The degenerate game of tag was still in full swing,
but my attention went to a fully inflated "bouncy" castle that had been
installed in one corner of the gigantic room. My cock dripping with lust
and anticipation, I wandered over to the staple of so many kiddie birthday
parties and backyard barbecues. Sure enough, as I peeked inside, I
discovered my pig brothers had left no classic childhood memory
unperverted.


Inside were Halston and Trevor, two of my SAU brothers who were equally
dark and hairy jocks who had added some beer-fueled guts to their thick,
muscular bodies since coming to college. Just a year older than me, both
looked like mature bears who could walk into any bar without getting
carded. Each was lying flat on their backs atop the springy inflatable
floor of the castle. They were voraciously making out, snogging back and
forth as they spit and slobbered over each other's faces. As the heavy-set
bears engaged in their hot make out session, each was being ridden by a
gangly young boy who was filling his kiddy cunt with thick frat bro
cock. The kids looked around nine years old, all thin little limbs and
smooth, flat chests, with their tiny three-inch cocklets rock hard and
protruding above their cute little walnut-sized balls. Each impaled
themselves onto their respective frat pig rod, sucking them into their pert
holes like champs.


And here was where the evil genius of my perverted brothers became
clear. The two fucking man/boy couples inside the bouncy castle were joined
by three or four other kids jumping up and down on the billowy
trampoline-style floor. Also naked, they were laughing and shouting as they
bounced all around, tiny little cock and balls bouncing as well. Of course,
each bounce within the castle thrust my brothers upwards into the cunts of
the young, stretched boys atop them. "Harder," the kid astride Trevor
begged, encouraging his playmates to jump with all their might and
cannonball down, sending Trevor's cock deeper into the little boy's
guts. Both kids moaned as the other boys giggled and redoubled their
efforts to make the entire floor thrust and heave with each
bounce. Watching the perverted display from the castle door opening, I
poked my cock inside and unloaded the gallons of piss I'd been holding
since the airport. "Yayyyy!" the boys cheered as they jumped, the hot
castle filling with the acrid stink of pig piss. Soon, they joined in
unloading their tiny little bladders, piss flying everywhere from their
bobbing dicks as they continued their jumping. It was like a piss rainstorm
had been unleashed inside the bouncy castle, coating the interior and
especially raining down on the rutting foursome on the floor. I enjoyed the
show as I drained the last of my yellow nectar over the now-drenched pairs,
and decided to move on to see what other deviant acts were taking place.


I headed to the dining hall, pausing at a bowl of assorted party pills
mixed with copious amounts of sugary candies for the boys. I popped a few
to keep me going all weekend long, and entered the big dining room. Several
of my SAU brothers and their siblings were lounging atop piles of rugs and
pillows, around which several hookahs had been placed. The sharp smell of
hash filled the room as the little kids took heady draws on the water
pipes, encouraged by their older brothers. Everyone was naked and tangled
amongst each other, the youngest nestled against the laps and armpits of
their big brothers. It was clear everyone was thoroughly stoned, as hands
and mouths wandered from boy to boy.


Feeling left out, I plopped down next to Victor, a senior from one of the
wealthiest families in Argentina. His brown-skinned little brother looked
to be about 10, and was drooling into Victor's hairy, rank armpit as he
lapped up and down like he was enjoying an ice cream cone. I took several
long, heavy hits off the pipe while diddling the little boy's cute cock. He
was already big for his age, his slick meat measuring as long as some grown
men. Victor pulled me in to exhale my clouds into his open mouth, his
glassy eyes rolled back in pleasure as his little brother swabbed his
pit. I took a couple more hits of hash and then slid down to engulf the
little Argentinian's boy cock in my mouth. Victor put the pipe to his
little brother's lips and encouraged even more deep hits while I sucked on
the boy's fine meat. It didn't take long before I felt him shudder and gasp
as a dry orgasm spasmed through his little brown body. Even as the kid
jerked and moaned in pleasure, Victor kept the hookah pipe firmly in his
mouth, forcing more and more smoke into his little lungs. My SAU brother
was clearly pushing his young protégée to the limits of how
stoned the little boy could get, no doubt preparing his sibling for some
massive cunt wrecking in the near future. I was tempted to stay and
participate, but I still felt like I was still catching up on all the
weekend goings on. I disentangled myself from the pile of blissfully
drugged men and boys and headed upstairs to the pigsty upstairs.


As I exited the staircase into the giant mattress-strewn room that ran the
length of the house, I found it filled with every variety of smoke: cigs,
cigars, weed, and meth swirling together in great billowing rolls. The air
was also thick with the stench of shit, and my cock ached at the potency of
it. The room was packed with writhing naked bodies of every shape, size,
color and description. Clearly most of my brothers and their kin had wound
up here in a massive pig orgy of brother-on-brother sex.


Not knowing where to begin, I wandered over to an alcove that I knew held a
variety of cunt stretching toys. Someone had beaten me there -- a beautiful
nine-year-old boy lay sprawled across a filthy bare mattress. He was lewdly
splayed wide, sliding a dildo in and out of his shitty cunt while a lit red
dangled from his drooling mouth. He was absolutely an exquisite child, like
a bit of carved marble brought to life. His long ginger-blond hair fell in
curls around his face and chin, and emerald green eyes looked up at me in
obscene lust. He had a stiff little finger-length cock that poked up from
his tiny balls. I spotted a tina pipe next to him and knew he was flying
high as he slid the 10-inch red fucktoy in and out of his kiddie hole. He
was smooth, slender, and pale with a gently freckled face. His skin was
pinkish white except for the slimy brown streaks that ran up from his cunt
and across his smooth bottom where he had clearly been smearing around his
shit.


I knelt down and took hold of the dildo, taking over sliding it in and out
of his hole -- slowly and sensuously. I was mesmerized by the tininess of
his body contrasted with the looseness of his cunt. I gazed in lust as he
smoked his cigarette hands-free, inhaling deep into his nine-year-old lungs
and exhaling through his nose. Hands freed, he rubbed his fingers over my
face while I dildo-fucked him, leaving warm streaks of boy shit across my
lips, cheeks, and chin. "My name is Liam," he whispered in a high, soft
voice as I sucked the shit off his little boy fingers.


Given the ease that the red silicone cock was entering and exiting his
hole, I reached above us into the alcove of assorted toys for something
bigger. My hand fell onto a long double-ended dildo, thick and shiny
black. Perfect! I pulled the first dildo out and inserted it in down my own
throat, sucking it clean of his warm, wet boyshit. It tasted delicious and
my spit swashed over every inch to ensure all of Liam's sewage went down my
gullet. As his former toy protruded out of my mouth, I started to insert
the newly-found monster in its place, snaking its massive length into
Liam's sloppy hole. Liam moaned loudly around his cig as the anaconda
worked its way into his shit tunnel.


When I was satisfied with the amount stuffed inside his hole, I bent the
other end up, and lowered my own loose, floppy-lipped cunt onto the
remainder. I was squatted over Liam, balanced on my haunches above
him. Half the double dildo was embedded in my hole while the other half
curved into the little boy's eager cunt below me. Since I was already
squatting, I held the dildo in place to keep from shitting it out, and
proceeded to unload a massive dump of steaming soft pig sewage. The creamy
goo ran down the black silicon rod and flowed over my hand gripping it,
before finally dripping and plopping in a rancid heap in between Liam's
skinny little boy legs.


When I was confident I had pushed out the last of my wet shit, I let the
dildo rest in my guts as I balanced in my squatting position. With both
hands, I scooped up the thick pile of sewage and began to paint Liam and me
with the brown mess. Snuffing out the butt of his smoked cig, Liam joined
me, filling his tiny hands with my shit and slapping it into my chest and
over my cock and balls. Taking his cue, I got rougher with my smearing,
scooping up big mounds and smashing it into his little balls, squeezing his
hard cocklet in my coated fist, and jamming shit into his panting open
mouth. With both moaned with pleasure as the shit splattered between us,
the shared dildo balanced in our slimy guts while we hurled and punched
shit at each other.


When we had exhausted my pile of pig sludge, I stood up, letting my end of
the shit-coated dildo flop out of my cunt. I paused for a moment and looked
down at the beautiful nine-year-old, now smeared with great swaths of gooey
shit and a massive dildo lewdly hanging out of his boyish hole. He was
still swirling some of my shit around in his mouth, and then let it drool
out over his sweet angelic lips and down his cherubic face. I reached down
and picked up the glass pipe that he discarded earlier and repacked it with
some more tina for us to share. Grabbing the butane torch from one of the
alcove shelves, I lay next to the reeking boy. Soon we were surrounded by
cloudy swirls, and I watched in awe as the little nine-year-old hit the
pipe like a pro. Our shitty lust was building with each pass, and as soon
as the last of the meth was in our lungs, we tackled each other in a slimy
embrace. I smashed my mouth against his, sucking his tongue and biting into
his lips, shitty slobber smacking between us. I was massive against him and
I ground my grown-up body into his frail little frame, crushing him under
with my sweaty shit-coated heft. He begged for more, swinging his spindly
legs around my waist and hugging himself to me, pressing into my crushing
frame like he wanted to push past my sewer-slimed skin and into my warm
insides.


We made out that way for a while, my raging hard cock grinding against his
hairless smooth body. As we continued our passionate session of slippery
humping, squeezing, and rubbing, I yanked the double dildo from his
hole. He gasped at the sudden emptiness of his shitter, almost a sob that
begged for refilling. I slid my sweaty, slimy hand into him instead,
feeling his tiny boy cunt suck in my fingers and thumb on my first push,
and then close in around my wrist. I heard him cry out into my chest, my
body smothering his screams of pleasure and pain as I continued to slide my
arm deep into his steaming guts. He had literally become a tiny little meat
puppet, humping himself up and down the forearm that impaled him, and
hanging off my body with his child-sized arms and legs wrapped around
me. He was beyond lost in lust, eyes rolled to the back of his head and
mouth openly drooling spittle down his chin. There was incoherent gibber
that he occasionally whispered through his moaning and grunting, but mostly
he just hung onto my shit-coated body and tried to worm his way down
further and further onto my arm.


"There you are!" I heard the voice behind me and turned to see my SAU
brother Patrick stroking a long cock that jutted from his ginger pubes. His
marine-style crew cut highlighted the same reddish blond coloration as
Liam's, and his freckled face sported a gigantic grin at the scene before
him. Of course! I realized through my haze of tina and piggish ecstasy that
Liam could only be Patrick's brother -- one was essentially a miniature
version of the other.  Patrick even had a lit red dangling from his lips. I
also noticed, for the first time, a baseball bat in his other hand. For a
split second I worried he was angry at me for what I was doing to his
brother, but he just grinned wider as he hoisted up the bat and said, "He's
been begging for this for weeks. Looks like you got him good and ready. Why
don't you help me out?"


I reluctantly slid my arm and hand out of the youth's warm, ravaged
cunt. Liam just whimpered and grabbed my arm to keep it embedded in his
tiny body, but I knew he'd be satisfied soon enough. I rolled off from on
top of him as Patrick dropped down to his knees to join us. "Grab his
feet," he instructed, and I hoisted the little boy up by the ankles and
back over his body, doubling over his limber, lithe frame.  Patrick admired
my handiwork as Liam's wrecked, prolapsed hole gaped in front him. He
rubbed his hand up and down the slimy protruding flesh, nodding
approvingly. He inhaled deeply off his red and let out an appreciative,
"niiicccce..." that billowed smoke over his little brother's sweat and
shit-covered body. He looked me in the eyes as he massaged the gory
rosebud. "He's going to love this," he predicted lustfully, his hard cock
dripping with anticipation.


I kept my grip on Liam's feet and ankles, but repositioned myself so that I
was kneeling up by the little boy's head instead of at his side. My
stretched-out balls flopped onto the child's face, and through his haze,
his little mouth absently sucked and chewed on my elongated sac. Patrick
lined up the aluminum baseball bat with its target and started
pushing. Liam screamed into my nuts as this new battering ram entered his
nine-year-old hole. "Oh, fuck baby bro," Patrick panted in lust as the bat
slid in, "that is so fucking hot. You are such a fucking hot little pig
slut." My fellow SAU was slipping into a piggish daze watching his little
brother, his voice dropping to a low whisper of repeating "Fuck. Fuck yeah,
take it, take it all ... " Meanwhile Liam was alternating between howls of
pain and unbridled ecstasy. I shifted position again, sliding forward so
that my unwiped and unwashed pig hole settled over his tiny, freckled
face. I smothered him just enough with my open trench to ensure he got a
little oxygen, and felt his cute button nose slide into my loose hole. When
he wasn't screaming into my emptied-out shit tunnel, he was sucking,
chewing, and biting into my floppy cunt lips, sliming his face with more
runny gore.


Patrick started churning the baseball bat back and forth, rotating it a bit
as it plunged in and then back out of the stretched little boy. I could see
the bat moving, bulging under the thin, pale skin of Liam's belly. Patrick
was jacking his long dick with his other hand, occasionally running it
along the baseball bat before returning it to his stiff cock, using the
accumulated ooze of his brother's ravaged insides as lube. I did the same,
the mixture a hot blend of fluids that coated my throbbing dick in a
reddish-brown slime. We started jacking in unison to Patrick's thrusts of
the baseball bat, starting slowly but building faster and faster. Soon the
bat was just a blur going in and out of the screaming boy, with our jacking
fists keeping tempo. We locked eyes, both our mouths open and drooling in
pure pig abandon.


"FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK," we bellowed in unison, as long, thick ropes of cum shot
from our slimy cocks. They crisscrossed in the air, landing with loud heavy
plops all over Liam's tiny little body. Shot after shot of creamy pig
batter splattered and coated the shit-covered boy. I felt him jerk and
spasm under me, his prepubescent cock quivering in a dry orgasm that seemed
to go on forever. As we all came down off our orgasmic highs, Patrick slid
the baseball bat out for a final time. As I got up off Liam's face, I
looked down to see the beatific boy smiling from ear to ear. "Thanks guys,"
he cooed happily before passing out cold. Patrick and I lay down on either
side of him atop the ruined mattress, cradling him. Patrick fired up
another red that we passed back and forth, gently smoking and kissing over
the head of the unconscious boy cuddled between us. Yep, Brother's Weekend
was shaping up to be everything I had hoped for ...