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. Thanks for the feedback received so far. Some filthy suggestions made it into this chapter so keep 'em cumming...
It had been nearly a year since I first wandered into Marco's Pig Iron Gym. In the months since that fateful day, Junior and I had created a sexual wonderland of pig deviance and filth. Men from all over the world now flowed in and out of our building in a never-ending orgy of vile decadence. We had succeeded beyond our wildest dreams (and trust me, we dream wild) in bringing together the world's most beautifully disgusting and degenerate pigs to explore a no limits world of raunchy sex.
And along the way I had fallen in love with my partner in filth. Junior was the perfect man for me -- a true pig through and through who had morphed his cock and balls with silicone. His elephantine, bloated log of flesh and melon-sized balls were a monstrous work of art. I could never get enough of him or his lewdly gigantic meat. So maybe it was no surprise that as our one-year anniversary approached, I discovered that beneath all my layers of filth and sleaze, I had something of a romantic side buried deep inside me that only Junior could reveal. It turns out I wanted to marry the big, filthy, piggy lug.
Junior readily agreed, especially after I told him I would take care of all the details including his wedding gift. Of course, I wouldn't be me if I was planning on something traditional and boring. I was going to make this the most degenerate, blasphemous version of a wedding ever conceived -- a night none of us would ever forget.
I decided to hold the event at the gym. I already thought of it as my temple to perversion and debauchery, so it only made sense to use it as the wedding venue. I took down the ropes on the boxing ring, turning it into something of a raised dais for the ceremony. All the gym equipment was pushed back so that there was space all around the ring for our wedding guests -- approximately 100 of the most filthy pigs from our brotherhood. Rather than seating, I brought in piles of plush, soft carpets, rugs and pillows, creating a huge harem-like setting around the platform. I knew they'd be trashed with pig sewage by the end of the night, but I didn't care. At the four corners of the guest area, I set up four solid gold and bejeweled incense burners, which were filled with heaps of specially-laced hash for maximum potency. It included some experimental ingredients that enhanced men's testosterone, libidos, and cravings for sexual depravities.
When my pig brothers began arriving, they were met by my ushers -- a group of fraternity brothers who wore nothing but their piss-drenched jockstraps and shit-smeared, white wifebeater tanktops. The ushers distributed our guests among the four sides of the platform, showing them the assortment of party favors that were already in place. Poppers, dildos, pumps, cigars, and buckets of pre-warmed shit were all within easy reach. Pigs were encouraged to begin whatever degenerate acts they wished while they waited for the ceremony to begin, and many of the frat bros took the initiative to deposit steaming piles of jock shit among the guests as they settled in under the thickening cloud of weed smoke. Naked, prepubescent attendants keep feeding my special strain of doctored grass into the golden incense burners, so that the fog deepened around the room. As more and more of our guests arrived, they found a massive pig orgy already gearing up and hastened to join in. The sounds of shit fucking and fisting soon filled the gym.
Once it seemed that everyone was sufficiently coated in shit, piss and puke, I signaled for the start of the wedding by striking a large gong. My rutting pig guests reluctantly disengaged and turned their attention towards the edges of the room where the ceremony was beginning. From each side of the gym came those of us who would ascend onto the platform -- Junior from the west, me from the east, a pair of altar boys from the north, and our deviant priest from the south. As we all walked naked toward the platform through the crowd, our guests took turns embracing and fondling us, snogging thick spit and puke spittle over our faces and twisting our nipples. Dozens of filth-coated hands rubbed up and down each of our bodies as we slowly progressed forward. The 10-year-old altar boys were especially popular in their section, often disappearing into a mass of burly, shit-smeared men who stroked the boys' tiny cocks, and fingered their already loose asses. I felt my own ass probed by thick cocks and thicker hands as I slowly made my own way to the dais, and knew Junior and the priest were getting similarly treated. By the time each quadrant of the wedding party arrived at the steps up to the platform we were all completely smeared in pig sewage and filth. Junior and I grinned as we approached each other, our faces all but hidden as wet sludge dripped off our chins.
The priest, Father John, was an old friend from Ireland who had managed to turn the all-boys church choir into a bunch of shit eating pigs. He was a mountain of a man, 6'7 with fiery red hair and a massive (now shit-covered) belly that hung down to his thick, beercan cock, which stood throbbing and fully erect. He was flanked by the two slimy altar boys, who couldn't keep their hands from playing with each other's cocks, much to the amusement of the crowd.
Father John instructed the congregation that our union must first be a physical union and a bonding together of our bodies. Junior was asked to lay on his back, at which point the priest brought forth a massive two-ended dildo. It was enormous -- thick as a linebacker's arm and well over a yard long. The priest knelt between Junior's legs and snaked the monster into his puffy wet cunt. Then he guided me on top of Junior's body, lining us up so that my hard cock sank into the giant hole of Junior's gargantuan monster meat, drawing me deep into his silky pisshole walls. Once we were fully docked, Father John bent the second half of the dildo into a perfect "U' and slid it in into my own gaping pig hole. Each of us had nearly two feet of the flexible, monster sex toy sunk into our guts as we ground against each other, my own dick buried fully inside Junior's. Finally, we pressed our mouths together, locking into a wide-open drooling kiss as we sunk our tongues thoroughly into the caverns of the other's mouth and throat.
Once Father John was satisfied with our carnal union, he declared it was time for our baptism. From out of his thick, stiff cock came a stream of steaming piss, that smacked my face and Junior's as we made out on the floor. Next came two smaller streams from the alter boys as they gleefully splattered us with yellow rain. And then the priest invited the crowd to join in. For the next 20 minutes, Junior and writhed under a constant stream of piss as our guests came up and relieved their full bladders before returning to their spots on the gym floor. Our mouths and bodies were flooded with hot pig piss, and soon yellow rivers were meandering off the dais from the sheer volume of the drenching showers.
Eventually the streams of piss dwindled and Father John declared the baptism complete. Next, would be our communion. As Junior and I remained docked together and our asses locked together by the shared dildo, the priest turned his attention to the two altar boys. To one he handed a plate of bread upon which was a heaping pile of creamy shit. To the other he handed a jug of wine, also mixed with runny, creamy shit. With a slight nod of his head, he instructed the boys to begin. One began shoveling the shit-laden bread into his mouth like he was at an eating contest, barely chewing as he swallowed heap after heap of the sewage-soaked loaf. Meanwhile, his fellow altar boy was downing the jug of shit-infused wine, guzzling from the spout as small streams dribbled down his chin. They finished at the same time, and turned to us, an unmistakable greenish color to their faces. They dropped to their knees on other side of us, and promptly began hurling their bread and wine into our waiting mouths. They coughed and gagged as retch after retch brought up more of their depraved communion offering for Junior and I to share. As the puke engulfed our faces and slid down our throats, we each began retching ourselves, and met in a passionate, vomit-fueled kiss just as we both hurled. The two boys joined in, all four of us slobbering over the others, coating our faces in the shared sacrament of puke. I could hear pigs in the audience joining in as the smell of vomit mixed with the thick clouds of weed smoke.
When the last of our stomach contents seemed to be emptied, Father John reluctantly pulled the altar boys up and declared it was time for our vows. As Junior and I lay locked together, our shit smeared bodies pressed against each other in deep pools of piss and puke, we looked into each other's eyes and made our vows. We vowed to accept every drop of piss and pile of man shit we could find in this world. We vowed to service every cock and empty every set of balls we encountered, regardless of how disgusting or diseased. We vowed to endlessly stretch our cunts by every mean available until our entire guts hung outside our distended holes. We vowed to work our nipples until they were the size of fingers and stretch our balls until they hung past our knees. And we vowed to share all of man's depravity and perversions mutually and equally -- partners in filth until the end of time.
With that, Father John declared our pig marriage complete. He ripped the giant U dildo from our floppy cunts, causing us to gasp and moan as our stoppered shit ran out from the unplugged holes. I pushed myself up and out of my husband's cock, and together we stood as 100 men applauded and roared their approval at our unholy union. Once the cheering dyed down, the horned-up crowd collapsed into a writhing mass of pent-up sexual energy. Our blasphemous version of a wedding along with the specially-laced weed haze that everyone had been inhaling for over an hour, had truly sent the group into a heightened sexual state. Men tackled and wrestled each other with frenzied intensity as every hole was opened up to punching fists and thrusting cocks. Shit began to fly through the air as pigs begged to take more and more. Several noses got bloodied so that pigs could slurp from the gushing nostrils and smear the slimy red snot over their faces and cocks. My frat boy ushers especially got into a bloody scrum of pulverized faces and destroyed asses, their rockhard cocks quivering with raw, masculine power and energy. Pigs fucked each other with their fists, arms, feet, and legs as well as their cocks, and many holes were filled with anything available including plunging baseball bats and shit-lubed fire extinguishers.
Junior and I slipped through the gyrating, writhing orgy, enjoying plenty of shitty fucking and sucking as we went. But I wanted to give Junior his wedding present, so we eventually worked our way back to the steamroom. We walked alone through the steamy space and through another door that now led into the new addition I had had built. Junior had sworn not to peek into until today, and when I opened the door, his eyes bulged as he took it all in. The marble tiled room was ringed with muralled walls. Inspired by such masters as The Hun, Bastille, Martin of Holland, and Greasetank, the murals depicted a sort of Dante's Inferno of pig sex -- men and demons in monstrous orgies, fucking and sucking each other and all manner of beasts, real and imagined. Every cock was enormous, every pair of balls lewdly grotesque in their size. Shit, piss, blood and puke was depicted everywhere the eye looked as unnatural acts of perversion seemed to spring to life on the walls.
In the center of the room sat a sunken jacuzzi-style tub, large enough for 20 or 30 men, jets already on and bubbling away. But it wasn't water that was churning -- the gigantic hot tub was filled with liquid shit. I'd had some of the best engineers design the degenerate spa -- taking a direct pipeline of sewage from the local men's prison, and turning it into a perfectly filtered, treated, warmed, and softened slurry of exquisite shit. Junior moaned with lust at the sight of this new room of depravity and pulled me into for a kiss of pure passion. "It is perfect," he murmured and I thought I spotted a couple grateful tears in his eyes.
Then he took me by the hand and led me down the stairs to inaugurate our new churning cesspool. As I sank into the mixture of warm, liquid shit it was even more wonderful than I'd imagined. Every inch of my body up to my neck was completely submerged in gently bubbling shit and it felt fantastic. Junior turned me around and pushed his enormous cock into my hole -- the entire pool serving as our lube. Rather than the frenzied orgy of crazed sex taking place out in the gym, Junior slowly and softly fucked me. He ran his hands up and down my belly and nipples over and over again, the smooth feel of liquid shit lubricating every stroke. We kissed over and over again, as I reached behind me and grabbed the edges of his open, loose hole, pulling him towards me so he could bury his obscene cock even deeper into my guts. His sensuous, slow fuck seemed to go on forever before I finally felt him tense. I slide my fist into his hole just as he started shooting and he roared as his climax sent endless ropes of jizz into my eager cunt. With barely a flick of my hand on my cock, I started spasming with my own orgasm, handfuls of cum mixing into the brown sludge that coated us. Once our balls had been fully drained, I guided Junior over to one of the submerged benches. We sat curled up against each other in our pig wallow of shit, the soft currents of sewage rolling gently against us. I couldn't believe this man was now my husband. I had become a married man -- a thought that continued to surprise and delight me. I became so relaxed pressed up against his hairy body that I started to nod off. My final thought before I drifted away was, "Now that we're married, I wonder if we should start a family..."
To be continued...