The Hall of Pigs

By Piggysleaze

Published on Jun 28, 2022

Gay

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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!

Having completed the Hall of Pig's top floor, Jared found one of the spiral staircases that led him down to the next level. Exiting the staircase, he pulled open a thick, darkly-stained wooden door marked The House of Worship. He stepped in, allowing the heavy door to close behind him with a small echoing thud. He was indeed inside a church, or an interesting approximation of one. It was dimly lit, with much of the light in the entryway coming from banks of burning candles. Two incense burners hung from hooks on either side of him, churning out a steady stream of yellowish smoke. Jared recognized the enticing smell of prime-grade hash, and inhaled deeply from one of the gilded canisters, allowing the warm smoke to fill his lungs. It was strong stuff, and the youngster was floating nicely after a couple deep huffs.

Turning his attention to his surroundings, he also saw a pair of holy water fonts on each side of the door, gurgling as a thin trickle of dark yellow liquid spouted from carved stone cocks. The gentle streams fell into the font's bowled pool, creating a soothing burbling sound. He scooped up a palmful and drank it. Sure enough, the holy water was warm, rank piss. He helped himself to a few more mouthfuls as he hit the incense burners again. By now he was really flying high and was horny as fuck. He squirmed against the massive buttplug in his cunt and ran his hands over his swollen belly full of daddy piss that remained stoppered inside him. His piss play from earlier had long since dried off, so he poured several handfuls from the font over his face and school-issued tanktop and jockstrap.

But even high, piss-soaked, and boned up, Jared was a good student at heart. He forced himself to focus back on the museum's next creation. He spotted a digital sign above his head that scrolled: "Please take a seat. The program will begin in..." Luckily for Jared, the clock was down to less than a minute of wait-time. Walking away from the vestibule he headed to the center of the room, where he spotted a small, raised circular dais upon which a series of reclining theater-style chairs had been arranged in a semi-circle. The room was lightly attended and Jared quickly took one of the empty recliners as the lights dimmed further. Not unexpectedly, the museum narrator's voice began:

"As we learned on the first floor, the beginning of man's transformation into pigs started in the 2020s with food and chemical additives provided by the Original Family of Pigs. This Phase One their master plan lasted for approximately thirty years, before focus shifted to Phase Two and the genetic alterations and improvements we enjoy today. Over those first few decades, society saw major changes at every level: government, education, recreation. But perhaps one of the biggest shifts affected religion. With speed that took many by surprise, all the major world religions collapsed in the span of a few short years. A new generation of real man-pigs rightfully refused to accept religious edicts that required any limits to satisfying their carnal and hedonistic desires.

"But as old religions fell, new ones emerged and prospered. Today most families who chose to practice a religion select one of the three universal denominations. It is those three religions that we have highlighted here for this interactive educational program, which we hope you will enjoy. As you will see, unlike in the dark ages, these religions thrive today through their shared goals of raunchy pleasure."

The program narration paused, and to Jared's surprise, the circular dais began to turn, so that the semi-circle of attendees now faced the left wall. Feeling thoroughly stoned at this point, the kid laughed hazily at the short ride, earning a stern look from an older man a couple seats down. Jared suppressed his giggles, and straightened up to focus his attention on the program. As all the other lights in the room dimmed, a spotlight was put on the left wall. Jared saw it was covered with a beautiful stained-glass window, also lit from behind. It depicted a handsome bearded man with long flowing hair. The man was laying on the ground, and had hitched up his flowing white robes, holding them with one hand just below his chin. His other hand held his enormous cock that sprung from a pair of grapefruit-sized balls and then stretched up nearly the entire length of his torso. Around him were 12 other men, all handsome, bearded, and hung, all jerking their cocks and in various states of orgasm. Thick white streaks and drops of pearly cream filled the window. Jared realized he was looking at a beautiful stained-glass bukkake.

As the youngster was taking in all the details, the narration started up again, and a non-descript door to the left of the window opened. Five men dressed in their priest garb emerged -- the same number as program spectators in the theater chairs including Jared. A voice emerged over the speaker: "The Blasphemous Church of Christ welcomes you. Our priests will now minister to the needs of your mouth." One of the priests, a 40-ish year old man with salt-and-pepper hair and a trim goatee, approached Jared. The priest's firm cock poked through his piss- and cum-stained white vestments. Jared could also see the flowing robes were slit up the back, providing wide-open access to the man's chunky, shit-smeared ass as well. The priest leaned down and gently whispered in Jared's ear, "What would you like in your mouth?"

Jared's bloodshot eyes hungrily took in the throbbing cock oozing precum like a faucet. "Your beautiful cock please," the 12-year-old replied politely. As the priest slid his throbbing meat into the wet silkiness of Jared's young throat, the narration over the speakers resumed:

"Taking its name as a celebration rather than condemnation, The Blasphemous Church of Christ, or BCC, reconsidered the old narratives of the Christian Bible and the old teachings of the former Christian faiths. Looking at passages with the fresh eyes of carnal pigs, it became clear that the central story of Christianity revolved around a man who eschewed women and instead surrounded himself with twelve men. Once eyes were opened to the true relationships being described in the scriptures, the Blasphemous Church of Christ flourished as men flocked to the new version of the Mass: wine-fueled 13-man orgies symbolic of Christ's and his twelve apostles' most famous orgy, formerly known as the Last Supper."

As the narrator offered this condensed history, Jared was working expertly on the priest's delicious cock. He sucked down the long, slightly curved dick with ease and allowed his throat muscles to perfectly massage the length of the clergyman's meat. The priest held poppers back and forth under the boy's nose, allowing him to huff deeply from the brown bottle as he worked. Jared had been concentrating on the history lesson and his cocksucking, but once the lecture was over, he glanced around a bit without ever breaking his suction. Visitors had chosen a variety of ways that the priests could minister to their mouths. The old man near him was allowing his priest to drop of shiny turd into his mouth. Across the way, a young boy about Jared's age was filling his mouth up with priest piss. And a slightly nerdy looking dad and his even younger son were seated next to each other. The dad was showing his son how to take a full set of heavy man-balls into his mouth at once. The child's mouth was practically stretched to the ripping point, but he too successfully swallowed a pair of jizz-heavy priest nuts, his eyes watering with both pain and joy as he tried to breathe and suck at the same time. His father beamed with pride as he sucked and chewed on his own priest's testicles.

With Jared working like a practiced whore twice his age, the priest had no chance of lasting long, nor did he want to. It was his job to gift this young boy's mouth with all the hot tasty seed he could produce, and that's exactly what he did. Jared felt the meat in his throat swell and spasm, before rope after rope of heavy pig cream shot down his gullet. The priest moaned in pleasure. All around Jared could hear a chorus of "Fuccckkk"s and "Yeahhhh"s as priests blew their wads into their assigned guests' mouths. And then, with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine, they left via the same door through which they had entered, cocks dribbling remnant cum into their vestments as they exited. The lights illuminating the stained-glass window blinked off and a spotlight on the middle wall came on, all as the revolving dais turned to face this new direction.

The new light illuminated a massive cock of carved black ebony. The polished stone gleamed under the light, and exquisitely carved veins bulged throughout the column. It reminded Jared of a smaller, darker version of the five-story Cock Tower in the center of the museum, although this one didn't appear to shoot sperm every hour. As before, a voice intoned "The Church of Cock welcomes you. Our priests will now minister to the needs of your cock." A door opened and five men emerged. All five were black, ranging in age from about 16 to 80. They were naked, except each wore a set of nipple pumps and a set of ball-stretching weights that looked to be several pounds each. They were also united in the sheer enormity of their big, black cocks. None of them were fully erect and yet every cock hung at least 15 inches or more, swinging between their legs as they walked. It was the oldest that approached Jared -- a pudgy grandpappy of a man with stark white crinkly hair, wrinkled skin, and a gummy smile. Jared loved old men and was quite happy that this priest would be ministering to his aching cock. He realized it had been over half an hour since he had last cum, and could feel his balls churning up a thick, heavy load. The old man whispered into Jared's ear with his gravelly, cracking voice: "What would you like on your cock?"

"Your flabby ass, grandpa," Jared replied with a wicked grin, reaching around the priest to give his asscheek a hard slap. The old man grinned from ear to ear with a toothless smile, and turned around to present the aforementioned ass to Jared. Careful not to dislodge the plug still firmly planted in his own hole, Jared got up, pulled his cock out of his jockstrap, and walked his long, youthful rod straight into the gaping, loose hole. But after 80 years of use and abuse, it was beyond gaping. Jared suspected it never closed anymore, and shit stains running down the old man's balls and legs seemed to confirm his theory. Even though Jared was sunk down to the very base of his cock, his dick felt like it was fucking air.

But Jared was undeterred. His love of fucking geriatric men came, in part, from his next move that he'd practiced a few times, including on his own grandfather. He slid his cock out and then proceeded to replace it with his right hand and arm. The grandad priest moaned a bit, but Jared could tell he still barely registered even this intrusion. Jared's plan had been to jack off his cock -- with both his hand and cock inside the man's gaping cunt. But now he got another idea. He slid in his other arm, all the way past his elbow, joining the first arm until they were both at an equal depth. Deep inside the old man's guts, he pushed his forearms together and interlocked his fingers into a ball. Now the priest was really moaning as Jared finally filled him up again. Once positioned, Jared reinserted his cock, allowing it to slide down the middle along the insides of his two forearms. THAT he could feel and it felt really good ... warm and wet inside this enormous cave of octogenarian cunt. "Yeahhh, that's what I was looking for," Jared moaned as he started thrusting.

Just then the history lesson began again. Jared did his best to focus, even though putting two arms and a cock inside of one man's hole took a bit of concentration too. "The Church of Cock emerged naturally from the changes taking place in mankind. The cock is the most important part of a man, and deserves adoration and worship for the pleasure it provides. The priesthood recruited extra-endowed black men from communities that had once been ignored and marginalized. Revered for their cocks, the priests also became dedicated servants to serving cocks. In fact, Church of Cock priests rarely orgasm themselves -- usually only a paltry three or four times a day -- so that they may focus on providing service to any and all other dicks presented to them. Today, their instantly-recognizable Gloryhole Temples can be found in every town, city, and hamlet in the country and around the world."

As Jared listened, he picked up the pace of his thrusting. He'd never actually fucked this way before but thanks to his long cock and youthful flexibility, it was really working for him. "FUCK," he groaned as he neared his tipping point. "Fuck yeah granddad, I'm going to fill your nasty wrecked shitter with some hot boy jizz. You want that fucker?"

"Fuck yeah," the old man managed between gasping breaths. Jared hoped the aged guy wasn't having a heart attack, but he sure as hell wasn't going to stop even if the old man keeled over.

"FUUUCCCKKK," Jared bellowed as he unloaded. Just as he had predicted, his balls had been resupplied with a prodigious amount of spunk since his last blast, and thick waves of it shot over his arms and balled up hands inside the tunnel of hot flesh in which they were all buried. He pulled his arms and cock out simultaneously without worrying about the priest ... it wasn't like he was ever closing up again. With surprising agility for his age, the old man spun around and began lapping up the pig batter, sucking down everything he could find off Jared's arms and hands. As the other priests successfully brought their own charges to climax, the five-pack of black men regrouped and left. The visitors settled back into their seats for the final part of the program as they whisked around to face the right wall and a new illuminated object.

Here was a large statue of a goat-headed man that stretched from floor to ceiling. His bodily proportions were that of the most roided-up bodybuilder imaginable, every inch bulging with veins and muscles. As if he were competing against the man across from him in the stained-glass window, the Dark Lord's cock stretched all the way up to chin, and his boulder-sized balls rested heavily on the floor. "The Church of Satan welcomes you. Our priests will now minister to the needs of your ass."

The third and final door opened and a quintet of smooth, young boys emerged, completely naked except for lewdly enormous metal strap-on cocks that had been harnessed to each of them. The boys were incredibly small and spindly, their pale skin nearly translucent. Jared imagined boys like this on a playground, and couldn't believe that these kids were the priests. But he knew the Church of Satan was unmatched in their ability to push boundaries and break convention. A blond boy with the softest cherubic face and wide puppy dog eyes came to Jared. "What would you like in your ass," he stage-whispered in his high voice, trying to sound like an adult. As Jared considered the question, the tiny child moved down to his charge's ass. Jared heard the high-pitched squeal of excitement and knew the child-priest had discovered his plugged-up hole. Priest or not, the young boy couldn't contain himself, and began jumping up and down in childish delight, his strap-on flopping with each hop. Suddenly Jared had his answer, and pulled the excited kid to him:

"When you pull out that plug, I'm going to empty everything inside me into your face. And when I'm all drained out, I want you to take a dump in me and fill my shitter back up. That's what I want in my ass."

The youngster first giggled excitedly, but then remembered himself and forced his cute little face into a visage of seriousness. He nodded gravely, knowing he was going to make The Church of Satan very proud with this particular service. Jared scooched back and hoisted his legs up, leaving most of the reclining theater chair available for his priest's fragile, boyish frame. The boy lay down on his stomach pinning the strap-on beneath him. His feet dangled off the end as he pressed his face against the cool steel of the butt plug lodged in Jared's cunt. He began running his tongue along its edges, as if curiously testing for what might be on the other side. Seemingly on cue, the narration began. "Worship of Satan and his message of sexual pleasure and perversion has been around for centuries. Yet it long remained confined to the shadows. But as men embraced those so-called kinks and taboos, the lord of all perversions moved out of the darkness and into the light. In time, various cults, sects, and covens coalesced into the Church of Satan, which provided a guiding hand for many families to explore their truest desires and needs. Today the Church of Satan is a leader in encouraging congregants and non-congregants alike to discover even more depraved ways to enjoy sex and filth in their daily lives."

As the voice concluded, Jared felt a sudden stab of pain from his cunt. The young child had pulled out the plug that had been securely lodged inside the older boy, yanking it to the left so he could immediately press his eager face into the gaping hole from the right. Jared cried out as his bloated insides began emptying the Mexican daddy piss that had filled him moments before. Some sprayed into the kid's tiny lips, but his mouth was much too small for the job, so most of the hot piss flume sloshed over his angelic face and soaked his scruffy blond hair. Jared pressed down, pushing out squirts of shit sludge and Papi's beer piss over the boy. The stink of his open trench filled the room. Even as they were being fucked, fisted, or footfucked by Satan's little priests, the other visitors took note of the messy exchange over at Jared's chair.

Before his cunt could close up again, Jared flung his legs up and over his shoulders, grabbing his ankles. It was his favorite self-sucking position, but that wasn't his goal at the moment. He hoped the boy knew what to do and was pleased to see that the child easily navigated the slightly awkward positioning. In fact, he lightly sat down on Jared's gaping trench as was truly sitting down on a real toilet seat. Fortunately, he was so young and light Jared could bear the weight easily. "Here it comes," the boy cried with childlike glee. Sure enough, Jared felt a new warmth snake back into his recently-vacated gaping chute.

"Oh, fuck kid, that's it. Take a big shit into me. Do Satan proud little fucker. Take the biggest dump of your life and fill me back up." The youngster screwed up his face in concentration as he pushed and pushed, sending log after log of kiddie shit plopping into Jared's open hole. Piss dribbled out of his little cock and ran down Jared's back. It was so hot that Jared was steel-hard and throbbing again. His mouth had naturally been used as a toilet countless times, but this was the first time in Jared's young life that his ass had been directly shit into, and it was mind-blowing. Original intent or not, from his doubled-over position, he wrapped his lips around his own cock and began self-sucking. He felt yet another turd slide down his tunnel. "Fuck," he thought as he sucked his cock "this is so fucking amazing. When I get home, I'm going to make sure Dad and my brothers shit into my cunt all the time." The image was all he needed to have yet another orgasm, the second in the span of a few minutes. As he drank down his jizz, the child-priest made one last, valiant push and managed to sink a final pile of boy sewage into his goal. He then climbed up off his makeshift human latrine.

As the five children walked back to their door, the one who had serviced Jared turned around and gave him a cute, little wave. Jared saw he was carrying the stainless steel buttplug, likely as a souvenir. He smiled and waved back, still panting and winded from the intensity of the experience. The younger boy's shit felt so good inside him as he lay still for a moment, letting his cunt close back up around his newly acquired gift. The lights came back on and the program ended. The other visitors headed towards the door. Jared used the time to check his cockring, and saw a clear white gem was now glowing. Through the open door back into the atrium he could hear the crowds cheering at the 10:00 a.m. eruption of cum bursting from the Cock Tower. As pleasant as he felt, he'd have to keep moving if he wanted to impress Mr. Cummingham with a perfect 12/12. Still, on his way out he paused for a couple more drags of hashish smoke from the burners. It renewed the warm, pleasant feeling throughout his body, making him ready for whatever was next.

Next: Chapter 6


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