Mid-South Mess

By Scott Baker

Source -- PowerPlay Magazine, Premier Issue

When I arrived at the Memphis International Airport, Joe was there to pick me up. Joe was a stocky, well-built, chunky steel worker who loved to drink beer and to eat. His huge gut showed it. He had a dark tan, short brown hair with a three day stubble and blue eyes; Joe was hot-looking, but his appearance never went to his head. We crawled into his beat-up pickup truck that hadn't been washed in years. His license plates read "PIT." I laughed as I threw my bag in the back of the truck.

Slowly leaving the Memphis city limits, we began to take detours on several back roads. There was an old truck stop here, not as busy since the interstate bypassed it. Truckers still had the word out on the road that it was the mid-south's finest. Good grub and lots of it. Eat heavy.

We stopped in the huge parking lot where several eighteen-wheelers were parked. Joe explained that we were to meet a couple of other men inside. I asked no questions. What would happen, would happen. And, knowing Joe too well, I knew that he had paid some men very well to pull off this fantasy weekend!

Leaving his dirty truck, we walked into the restaurant area of the multi-complex truck stop. One of the waiters knew Joe by name, greeted him, and seated us. All the employees were big, burly, cigar-smoking men, obviously former truck drivers who'd loved to eat. A huge man walked to our table to take our order. He was carrying his large gut like a beach ball. I could tell he was a former body builder because his arms and chest were a mass of muscle, but his huge belly showed he finally said, "Fuck it! I'm gonna eat!" His red hair, green eyes and clean-cut round face had already gotten me aroused.

Joe introduced him as Matt. Matt said he'd already ordered for me. I asked how he knew what I'd like to eat. He replied that it wouldn't matter... he was going to feed me everything on today's menu. Joe smiled and said, "Here we go!" I knew the fantasy had started.

Another waiter locked the door to the grill and turned a card over on the door that said "CLOSED." Joe said that we were all to go back into the kitchen, out of view of the windows. Matt took off his shirt exposing his muscular body and huge gut. He wiped his armpits with the greasy shirt then sniffed it for his approval. He rubbed his fat gut with one hand and pointed to a wooden chair, ordering me to sit down. After seating myself, Joe tied my hands behind my back and mumbled that he hoped that I hadn't eaten yet.

Matt pulled up a small table beside me. It was covered with food. I mean covered! As he seated himself just a foot or two away from me he picked up a large cooking spoon and ordered, "EAT!"

He first started feeding me chicken and dumplings with a sip of beer every now and then. He explained he liked his boys fat and that he was going to force-feed me and stretch my stomach. If I puked I would have to eat it. Soon, my jaws tired from constant chewing. I started just swallowing gobs of food whole. My stomach started aching as I tried to belch between bites. Matt rubbed my belly and chuckled as he took out his big, thick, uncut cock, stroking it with one hand and feeding me with his other. Joe reached from behind me and started pinching my tits.

I was stuffed and I couldn't hold any more. Joe suggested that I breathe deeply and eat more because there was a man that I would meet later that wanted all the food that I had just eaten and wanted to give me a six-gallon soapy-water enema followed by a wine enema. I moaned as Matt shoved huge biscuits and gravy down my throat. As the gravy dripped down my chin onto my crotch, Matt poured some gravy onto his tool, grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his meat. I sucked and slurped on that hot gravy over his hot sausage. Mat ordered me to eat the cheese from his cock as Joe started ripping off sections of my badly faded jeans. I felt grease being smeared on my ass as Joe's fingers started to explore my asshole. Matt pushed me back into the chair and started feeding me an entire pumpkin pie. God, I felt like I was going to puke. Joe resumed work on my tits, clamping them with wooden clothes pins. Feeling faint from eating that whole pie so fast, I turned my head upward, shouting for air.

Matt put down the spoon and reached for a grocery bag filled with bananas. He peeled them one at a time, laying them on a serving tray. I lost count as he peeled them, trying to breathe and make room in my stomach. There must have been twenty-five bananas on that tray. Joe untied me from the chair and forced me over to a food preparation table. Joe tied me down, spread-eagled, across the table. My belly was swollen beyond belief and I could barely move. Matt used his enormous hands as tools to pry open my mouth as wide as possible. He began shoving in bananas at an alarming rate. I had no time to chew. I bit and swallowed, bit and swallowed. I was moaning and my stomach was about to explode! Matt rubbed my belly with one hand and kept feeding me with the other, ordering me to keep eating. Joe took several bananas from the tray, smeared them with grease and stated shoving them up my ass. I was squirming and moaning, feeling like I was about to cum. Matt ordered Joe to rip open a bag of marshmallows and start shoving them up my ass. Tears ran down my screaming face as Matt continued to stuff me unmercifully.

Joe had inserted almost a whole bag of the marshmallows up my ass, then he grabbed my balls tightly. He gently squeezed them and tugged them as he tied them up with a strip of cloth clothesline. Matt, smearing grease all over my face, my hair and down what was left of my jeans, ordered me to puke.

Matt held a huge stainless steel mixing bowl in front of my face. This was it. I felt like I never wanted to see another piece of food again. I flashed back on the days in high school when we used to play "gross out." This would have won the blue ribbon. I knew that Matt was trying to relieve me, to take some of the pressure from my stomach. Matt said that he would repeat this force-feeding process again later, so he needed to make room now.

"Puke, you fuckin' pig!" Matt screamed, sounding like a drill instructor.

I was so freaked out by his verbal abuse that I couldn't even gag. Joe untied me and helped me up to the edge of the table. He took the huge bowl from Matt and held it in front of me. Matt grabbed my balls with one hand and stuck his other huge, fat hand in my mouth, running his finger down my throat.

"Puke, damn it! Puke or I'll rip your goddamn balls off!" Matt shouted through clenched teeth.

The freshly-chewed food came gushing forth into the bowl. Seeing the contents of the bowl cause me to vomit more. I couldn't believe my little stomach had held that much chow. Having puked the bowl full, Joe removed the ties from my hands and feet, removed the clothesline from my balls, then yanked the clothes pins from my raw tits. I screamed in pain as my greased-smeared body slipped off the table onto the floor. I was still gasping for air with spit dangling from my chin when Matt pulled me to my knees by the hair on my head. He forcefully buried my face in his fat gut, embracing me.

Just as I thought I was going to get a rest, he pointed to the bowl of puke and said, "Drink it pig!" I looked up at him in disbelief. Joe grabbed a rubber cooking funnel, held me from behind in a shoulder lock, inserted the funnel down my throat, stretching my neck backwards as Matt quickly grasped the bowl and began pouring the contents into the funnel. I tried to jerk my head to one side to stop them, but Matt laid a fist into my stomach, causing me to collapse and go limp. I felt the thick, warm slop gurgling down my throat. When the bowl was half empty, Matt poured the other half all over my head as he and Joe released me from their grip. I flopped to the sticky tile floor like a wet rag. Matt crawled on top of me with his big fat gut in my face as he smeared his equally fat cock around my mouth and then started pumping my face with it. He started spreading the puke and grease all over my head. As he fucked my mouth, he swore he'd make me one of his 'fat boys'. He said that, believe it or not, I would come back for more. Then I felt his hot, thick load of lumpy gravy splatter the back of my throat. As he shot his load, I emptied my bowels of the bananas and marshmallows that Joe had inserted earlier.

All three of us remained motionless on the floor for long minutes. I didn't know what would happen next. I remained still as Matt and Joe enjoyed the moment. I looked up at Joe and he winked and with a smile on his face said, "We've just started this morning." We each stood up very slowly, wiping our hands and faces with nearby dish towels. Matt walked to the back door of the grill. The loud sound of a big truck honking its horn filled the air. Matt announced that Carlos had arrived. Joe and Matt helped me to the back door and into the parking lot.

There was Carlos. His truck was one of those huge industrial grease extraction rigs with the long black rubber tubes draped around the filthy tank on the back. The grunge all over the truck was incredible. I feared to think what was up next. Carlos crawled down from the cab of the truck and joined us. Joe said that he and Matt would join us later at the farm. Now I could see that it would be me and Carlos alone in the grease truck! Carlos and I jumped into the cab of his truck, opened a couple of beers and sipped as we talked.

He said he was originally from Houston and transferred with his company to Memphis a couple of years earlier. He said he had more money in Memphis but really missed the big city. He laughed as he said it's hard to find guys into grease in the large cities, but it was hell in the smaller towns.

A few miles down a paved road I saw a small warehouse in the distance. A dirt road took us from the main route closer to the warehouse. It was an old aluminum-sided building. The lot it stood in was scattered with other trucks and hundreds of black barrels, some leaking slime into huge puddles.

It was hot and humid today. I noticed that the inside of the truck was just as grungy as the outside. This man truly loved grease. I looked at the cab then looked at Carlos and smiled. What a hot-looking Hispanic stud. He looked at me, wiped the grease and sweat from his face, and stated that I hadn't seen anything yet.

Carlos stopped the truck just beside the garage area. A cloud of dust from the dirt road stuck to our sweaty bodies.

Getting out of the truck, Carlos led me to a more secluded area. Behind a smaller building was a corrugated tin shed. Inside were drums of grease, oil, and other used lubricants. I thought to myself that this was an EPA nightmare. Carlos reached into a nearby cooler and opened us another beer.

Commenting that this was his favorite hang-out, he admitted even picking up hot-looking hitchhikers, bringing them here and showing them a greasy good time. He took the lids off several of the drums. As the lids fell to the dusty ground they rolled in different directions. Carlos stuck his arm into each vat of gunk. The slurping and sucking sounds made by his arm gave him an instant erection.

"This," he whispered, "is the nastiest of slime."

I asked if his truck's back tank was filled with grease. He said it was filled to capacity and had been fermenting all week; however, it would be used later at a party. Right now, I was to get a mild introduction to the world of grunge.

Carlos finished his beer and tossed the can aside. His greased arm reached above and grabbed a chain attached to a hoist. He hooked the chain onto the belt of my jeans. He began smearing thick chunks of coagulated grease on our bodies. He removed his thick cock from his dirty work pants. It unrolled like a fat fire hose. What a monster cock on such a small man. He opened another drum. This one looked like black Crisco. He plunged his arm into it and then smeared the jet black grease all over his cock and balls as he began beating off. He told me to do the same.

As I reached for the drum, Carlos quickly pulled a chain that was dangling nearby. My body was raised off the ground and Carlos swung my suspended body directly over an industrial-sized dumpster filled with black used grease. He crawled to the edge of the dumpster, pulled me toward him, then started sucking my greasy dick like there was no tomorrow. He was an excellent cocksucker. Contracting his throat muscles while stroking my cock with his tongue at the same time he got me close to cumming. As he sucked my cock, he lowered the chain slowly, link by link, into the huge dumpster of grease.

The feeling was unreal. The weight of my own body pushed me deeper and deeper. When I reached crotch level, Carlos told me to take a deep breath and hold it. As I did, he let go of the chain. I sank into the grease dumpster, then Carlos pushed me the rest of the way under, holdin my head under as I sank still deeper. What a slime rush! I felt as if I were sealed in a giant can of Crisco. Just moving around in the vat of black slick grease was enough to make me cum, but I had to come up for air. As I forced my head upward, Carlos grabbed my grease-caked hair and rammed his grease-coated cock into my mouth. The taste was disgustingly wonderful.

Carlos released the hoist then pulled me from the dumpster of gunk. The edge was so slippery, we both fell into surrounding drums filled with used motor oil. The entire area was splashed and looked like a tar pit. Grease, oil, and slime over everything! Carlos crawled on top of me, sliding off every now and then, shoving his dick in my mouth as we slid into the sixty-nine position.

He removed a long oil rag from a workbench to our side. He tied about a dozen of them together, end to end, using large knots. As he crammed his slimy cock back into my mouth, he began stuffing the rags up my grease-smeared ass. Once packed in my ass, Carlos started massaging my body with the refuse oil in one hand and jacking me off with his other. When he saw I was getting close, he began to slowly pull the connected rags from my bowels. Each knot that passed from my asshole was like an orgasm. I screamed as they passed and Carlos jammed his cock deep down my throat as he unloaded his own hot oil. I squirmed as he pulled the last knotted oil rag from my asshole. I wanted to shoot my load so bad, but the grease-relief scene ended abruptly.

Carlos stood, walked to a locker by the shed and threw me a couple of hand towels. He said to wipe off as much as I could and not worry about the rest. We'd be leaving in a few minutes. He opened another beer. As we walked to a less oily area, we took turns wiping the globs of grease from one another's bodies. I looked at my jeans. The would never be the same again. As I wiped my eyes with a clean towel, Carlos ran his fingers through my hair, getting it out of my face. He smiled and told me to get back in the truck; we had a party to attend.

I didn't have to worry about getting the interior of the truck messy. That had already been taken care of. As we left the grease dumpsite, I looked back at it through the rear-view mirror, then at Carlos, who was smiling, and rubbing my crotch.

Incredible, I thought. Fucking incredible.

I asked Carlos what was up next and he started singing "Old Macdonald Had a Farm" in Spanish. What an interesting clue. I promised myself not to ask any more questions on the weekend events.

The sun was at high noon as we drove for miles down dirt roads. The Mississippi River ran parallel with the beautiful farm land, decorated with beautiful blue skies, white cumulus clouds, tall trees and cattle grazing on the nearby levee. In the distance were several barns and what looked like bunk houses. Several trucks surrounded one of the barns. One of them was Joe's truck. As we drove closer I saw Matt unloading crates of food. More food... NEVER! Then I realized that I was getting hungry again. Just as Matt told me I would be.

Carlos honked the horn to alert the gang that we had arrived. We drove behind the barn where a huge pig pen and cattle area were shared. Carlos backed the truck into the pig pen area. As we got out of the truck, Carlos unwrapped the huge black rubber suction hose from the grease holding tank on the back of the truck. I asked if he was going to suck up all the pig shit. He replied that he was going to discharge the grease in the pig pen later.

As we walked through the heavy barn doors, I saw what looked like a typical barn set-up; however, the men had been working to convert it into a semi-fantasy chamber. Joe and Matt approached us with two cold beers and welcomed me to 'Buck's Barn'. Then Matt pointed out Buck, a farm boy stud right off the weight-lifting team. Buck wore a pair of skintight longjohns with a pair of destroyed 501s and well-worn cowboy boots. His blond hair and beard framed his bold face. Buck spotted me and came to introduce himself with all his Southern hospitality, most of which was between his muscular legs. Buck said we could get started as soon as the cattle were hitched to the fence in the pig sty.

Joe pointed out that the cattle being secured near the pig sty were eating. Buck had the veterinarian drop by earlier to add a healthy dose of laxatives to their feed. Next to the livestock area was Carlos' grease truck. My imagination dared not to dream what these country boys had planned. Matt slapped my ass, snapping me out of my stare and said he wanted to introduce me to his slave, Lee. Joe went with Buck and Carlos to set things up as I left with Matt.

We turned the corner and behind a small area bordered with stacks of hay was big, fat Lee. To his side was an old Harley that appeared to have seen better days on the road. Lee was a strict ex-Marine who liked strict discipline. He appeared to be a rough biker, but looking closer I saw a well built man except he had a gut the size of a tank. I figured that was his mutual attraction to Matt. His short cropped hair reflected his former military lifestyle. Having examined him, I noticed his bondage. Lee was in a harness, suspended from the rafters above. He was being force fed through tubes attached to his mouth. The tubes were connected above him to giant plastic containers resembling enema bags. Matt explained that the mixture in the bags consisted of milk, oatmeal, honey, and rapid weight gain formulas to put on the pounds, something Lee really didn't need at all. The flow was regulated by Lee biting and then releasing the plastic tubing in his mouth. Lee was incredibly huge, yet he loved getting fatter. Matt reached over to yank on Lee's low hanging balls. Lee moaned and started swallowing the thick mixture even faster. Matt said that Lee was great with food and sex. As we talked he added another tube to Lee's mouth. This man would be the size of the Goodyear blimp by tomorrow!

A bell began to clang in the front of the barn yard. We gathered around several picnic tables that were joined together under a big old shade tree. This was great. All these men with fantasies, great food, wonderful weather and a great time.

"Chow down!" Carlos yelled. Everyone opened still another cold beer and started pigging out. The table was covered with good home cooked, rib-stickin' food, all prepared my Matt.

We laughed and talked about past experiences over huge helpings of food. It seemed as if we were seeing who could eat the most. Matt beat us all, naturally. He kept looking at me, warning me to leave room for dessert. Matt belched and excused himself as he left the table and went into the barn. He returned with a huge rack of assorted pies. He then returned to the barn. This time he returned with Lee in tow, complete with collar and chain. Matt led him to the table and ordered him to sit. Matt snapped his fingers and Lee immediately began consuming mass quantities of food. He inhaled several pies, holding one in each hand. Crumbs and chunks of food fell around him as he went non-stop into the food like a starving pig, a well-trained pig. We each took a pie from Matt's tray and began eating it 'Lee-style'. Mat made sure we had finished our first pie, then ordered us to eat one more. Everyone was stuffed, but Lee continued to pig out. Carlos was turning green, Joe was moaning, Buck was grunting and farting and I was anticipating what was next.

After Matt verified we all had had a second pie, he yelled, "Food Fight!" Before I knew what was happening, a banana cream pie slammed into my face. I returned a pie in Joe's face. There were plenty of pies and the pies in flight grew in number. Lee grabbed the splattered chunks of broken pies and ate them as fast as they fell to the table. Like a bunch of school kids we wallowed in cream pies, falling on the ground, smearing the remaining food on all parts of each others bodies. Carlos and I were still coated with a thin layer of grease, allowing most of the food to simply slide off our bodies.

Exhausted, we all fell to the soft grass to relax. Buck shook up and threw each of us a fresh beer. He suggested a chug-a-lug contest. On the count of three we all opened our beers. Foam sprayed the area as we tried to direct the spewing beer into our mouths. We tackled the beer and the next session was about to begin.

Buck made sure we all stayed in a huddle on the ground as Lee walked over to us. From the ground point of view, all I could see was this giant stomach towering over me, then I heard gurgling sounds. I knew what was about to happen. As Lee heaved, Matt grabbed my head and jaw, forcing my mouth open wide and said, "Now, here's dessert!"

"Go!" he ordered Lee. Lee leaned over his own fat gut and opened his fire hydrant mouth, gushing forth over fifty pounds of hot slime. He splattered everyone good. My mouth filled to capacity, Matt again plunged in his fat, thick, uncut cock, forcing me to swallow. Lee was still blowing groceries and now everyone was covered in his barf and started jacking off. Lee stumbled to each one of us, continuing to empty his guts, then his bladder.

When I opened my eyes, Buck was pissing all over my face, washing off the vomit for the next event. Soon, I was being showered by everyone. Now I knew why they were all pushing so much beer that morning. Groans of relief came from all they men as they pissed their pungent fluids over me. Lee's pisser was like Old Faithful. Lying in a puddle of warm piss made my cock hard. Buck pulled my to my feet, threw me over his shoulder and ordered everyone into the pig pen.

Each step that big Buck took jarred my stomach, causing me to throw up. That delicious lunch I had just eaten was now running down Buck's back and into his jeans. He slapped my ass hard with each step, commenting on what a good boy I was.

We all crawled into the pig pen. The mud was almost knee deep and smelled really rank. Matt ordered Lee to lie face and belly down in the thick oozing mud. He rolled over and over as Matt slapped his muddy ass with each roll. When Lee was completely covered in mud and pigshit, Matt stripped down to just his jockey shorts, got down on all fours and started fucking Lee's fat, muddy ass with all his might. Lee moaned as he took all of his master's long, fat, uncut cock. We all joined in the pig pen orgy.

After we all got hot and horny in the muddy slop, Carlos threw the huge black rubber hose from his truck into the pig pen with us. He shoved a lever and a motor started humming. Carlos took a tight hold on the black hosed and looked like a fireman as he stood firmly. He threw another lever as we all gathered closer to see what he was doing. Immediately, thick grease started spraying us. every consistency of slime splattered our bodies. Black clumps, white slime and thick oil gushed over us. Carlos dropped the hose and joined in. The unattended hose flopped wildly in the air as gunk continued to fly.

Carlos did a face dive into the pond of sludge, wallowed around and pulled off his clothes, exposing his rock-hard cock, then mounted Lee. Matt went to the edge of the pig pen where a slop bucket was prepared in advance, just for Lee. As Carlos plowed Lee's ass, Matt poured the slop mixture into Lee's mouth and he swallowed it in huge gulps.

As I looked around, there was Carlos fucking Lee, Joe and Matt were sixty-nining in the pig shit and Buck was walking toward me with a horny country boy look on his grease-splattered face. I was on my knees as he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to the edge of the pig pen where the cows were lined up, still eating their special laxative diet. A small trench had been dug earlier along the pig pen where the cows were shitting. The laxatives had worked. The two-foot trench was filled with dark green cowshit and the cows were still shitting.

Buck gave me one hell of a shove and I went face first into the cesspool of shit. I tried to get up from the warm, green slime, but Buck's boots kept pushing me deeper. I managed to roll around onto my back. Buck kept his huge boot right in my crotch to keep me from sliding away. He stood right behind a cow's ass as he jacked off, watching me squirm in the shit. Suddenly, the cow over him started an enormous dump of thick, runny, green shit. It splattered and spewed all over Buck's massive chest as he jacked himself off. I pulled out my hard cock and joined him. The others soon wallowed up on their bellies to join us in the mote of shit. Everyone was moaning and gagging. Lee wallowed up to one of the cow's assholes as Matt yelled, "Git it, boy! Git it!"

As the cow let loose a massive dump, Lee planted his mouth right on the cow's hole. Shit filled his mouth as the remaining slime splattered his body. Matt started to vomit and ran to me to share his surprise. Buck grabbed a huge enema bag with soapy water that had been hanging on the fence post and stuck two feet of the hose up my ass. He said there was five gallons and I was going to take it all.

Carlos tied me, spread-eagle, to the wooden fence surrounding the pig pen. With warm liquid filling my bowels, Matt again began barfing all over me. Carlos started working my tits over like never before. Lee, with shit still dripping from his mouth, crawled over on top of me and began running his tongue down my throat. As I puked, his huge, fat lips formed a seal between our mouths. We began passing the puke back and forth to one another as if to dare each other to swallow. My bowels were ready to explode as more and more warm water worked its way through my insides. Buck, covered with cowshit, untied me, rolled me over and fucked me with his wild and eager cock. As I sprayed him with the warm, soapy, shitty water from my guts, he plunged even deeper inside me. It was absolutely unbelievable. Matt, Joe, Buck, Carlos, Lee, and I were all entangled in an orgy of disgusting slop. One by one we began to cum. Moans and yells of ecstasy filled the barnyard air. I shot with all my soul. It was as if my entire insides were gushing through my penis.

I collapsed onto Lee's slime-coated belly. Staring at us in this disgustingly beautiful, filthy, stinking mess was heaven come true. We were all breathing deeply as our now cum-splattered bodies lay in the mess of glory.

One by one we crawled to the edge of the pig pen and dumped our bodies into the huge cattle trough filled with fresh water. Carlos stumbled to the truck to shut off the controls and the engine, then fell into the trough with us. After the last splash, I realized how quiet it was. We stared at each other trying to grasp the reality of what had just happened. A scene that we raunch freaks had only fantasized about now had come true.

Buck, being the Southern gentleman, got out of the trough and brought us what we thought was going to be another beer. He opened a small ice chest by the cattle trough and opened a bottle of champagne. We splashed ourselves semi-clean as Buck poured the champagne into glasses he had stored in the chest. I made a toast and thanked each of them for creating something that had meant a lot to me. We drank up and each one agreed that he would be willing to do it again.

It was late afternoon now. I asked Buck after such a hot session, what would be up next. He pointed to the barn an said, "That's for tonight!"

I looked up into the bard loft and saw six men with just faded jeans on. Farm hands, just waiting for their turn. All sizes and all types, these men had watched our entire fantasy being carried out. I could see their swollen cocks from where we were. They were ready for action.

Bud said that, after we cooled off, the night crew had a few surprises to work on us. He said we'd clean up, take a nap, and by sunset the farm hands would have the barn ready for their fantasies. I honestly thought I was in heaven. A raunchy dude ranch! I knew men who would pay top dollar for a weekend of this. Joe suggested that I phone work and spend my entire vacation on the farm. On thing we all agreed on was the plan to do this every year. But for right now, I wanted to enjoy the night.