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 The Little Boy Rapers Club [bb (multi) NC, WS, scat (heavy), bestiality]

   By Antonio Green (antoniogreen@writeme.com)

   This is all fantasy.  The author does not condone any of the acts
depicted in the story in real life.  Let your fantasies run wild but treat
children well.

   Chapter 2: The Descent Begins - Into the Barn

   FROM CHAPTER 1

   Donny's choice of perfect victim was confirmed when on Wednesday of that
first week of school, the little boy--whose name Donny now knew was
Marky--left school on his bike with his coat wrapped around his waist.  To
Donny, that could mean just one thing.  So as Marky pedaled by, Donny
stepped out of his vantage point and `accidentally' bumped into the little
guy.  Marky wheeled wildly, but Donny caught the bike before it could drag
the tyke down.  In steadying the bike, Donny pushed the jacket aside a few
inches.  Donny's guess was right.  Marky had wet himself.  A huge patch wet
his brown uniform pants.

   Donny's pecker stiffened immediately to it's full three uncircumcised
inches.  Fuck," he thought.  "I'd love to fuck the little bastard right
now." But he didn't.  He just muttered a quick apology and moved on before
Marky could really see his face.

   Donny knew he'd get his wish soon and was willing to wait.

   ON TO CHAPTER 2

   So, a little over four weeks later on a warm Friday afternoon, Donny,
Peter, and Hunter--faces streaked with green, brown, and black camo
paint--laid in wait by the side of the road.  Marky slowed down when he saw
the three big boys.  He thought about turning around but the way back to
the school was all uphill.  He gulped, and continued pedaling, looking down
at the ground as he went by the three boys.  They waited until he was 10
yards down the road before taking off after him, keeping pace perfectly,
neither gaining nor losing ground.  Marky would stop.  The three boys would
stop.  Marky would speed up.  The three boys would speed up.

   Finally Marky neared an old dusty road that led off to the right.  Just
as he reached it, the three boys grabbed him and knocked him off his bike.
He hadn't been going fast enough to hurt himself as he fell, but he howled
anyway.

   Donny kicked him in the ribs.

   "Shut up, baby!" he yelled.  "Shut up or we'll slice your nose off." He
flashed a Buck knife with an 8-inch blade to prove his point.

   Still on their bikes Peter reached down and righted the little bike, and
Hunter reached down and dragged a whimpering Marky to his feet.  Donny
scuttled his bike over to the boy and leaned three inches from his face.

   "What's your teacher's name?"

   Marky could only whimper.  Donny punched him hard in the gut.

   "Tell me!  What's the bitch's name?"

   "Mrs.  Gween," Marky gasped trying to catch his breath and not to puke.

   "Okay shit for brains, what's the name of your day care teacher?"

   "Mrs.  Wobison."

   Donny laughed.  "I so fuckin' wove wittle boys who can't pwonounce theh
ahs."

   Donny took a Trac phone from his pocket and dialed the number of the day
care center he'd seen Marky pedal to throughout his week of recon.

   "Hello, this is Mrs.  Green at St.  Barnabas School," Donny said in a
near perfect imitation of a woman's voice.  "May I speak with Mrs. 
Robison? Oh, good.  I'm glad I got a hold of you.  Little Marky won't be
going to day care today.  I'm afraid he vomited right before school let
out. His mother is coming to get him, so don't worry.  Yes.  Yes.  No, I'm
not sure if he'll be back tomorrow.  That's up to his mother.  You do have
the school's number if you need to call, don't you?  I' don't think so
either, but you do know just in case.  Thank you.  And thank you for taking
such good care of our little boy."

   Peter and Hunter stood astraddle their bikes astounded at Donny's
performance.  At just about that moment, the three other boys rode up to
the little convocation.  Marky now felt sick in his stomach.  Six big boys,
all with funny paint on their faces, loomed menacingly around him.  And
that dog.  That big, huge dog, bigger even than he was stood there looking
at him.

   "Fwaid of dogs.  Pwease.  I'm fwaid of dogs," Marky shrieked.

   Deiter moved forward and grabbed the handlebars of Marky's bike and held
it steady.

   "Get on your bike," he said softly.

   "No dude," Donny interrupted Deiter.  "Not yet.  Take your clothes off
first."

   Marky shrieked again.  "No.  No.  Pwease no!"

   Donny walked slowly to toward the little boy, flipping his knife in the
air.  As he got within five feet of his victim, the little boy started
madly pulling his uniform sweater off.

   "Hey, Matt, whyn't you help the piss baby off with his clothes." The
name was apt because Marky had indeed wet himself.  A dark spot covered the
entire front of his brown pants and extended down both legs and soaked the
small light blue socks.

   Twelve-year old Matt knelt in front of the boy.  "Man," he said, "I
didn't think such a little kid could hold so much pee.  He's like totally
soaked."

   HE then began stripping Marky quickly out of his school uniform.  When
nothing was left to cover the kindergartner's nakedness but his sodden
underpants, Matt stopped for a moment to look at the young victim.  He
wondered if he was the only one in the group who felt a bit guilty about
what they were doing, about what they were about to do.  But the skinny,
pale, red head shivering in fear in front of him was so cute, so inviting
that passion overcame guilt.  He yanked the soaked underpants to the boy's
ankles.

   "Shit man," he sighed.  "If that isn't the cutest little boy package
I've ever seen." Truth be told, it was only the second `little boy package'
Matt had seen.  He'd helped his mom change his infant brother on numerous
occasions and was always enticed by the infant's chubby penis.  But what
Matt saw in front of him looked nothing like his brother's package that was
often on the verge of being hard.  No, Marky's penis had shrunk down into a
little button that rested on the lowest part of his skinny pubis.  The ball
sack was empty, its contents appearing to have pulled up inside the boy in
fear.  The empty sack looked to Matt like a dried up leaf.  Matt felt it
gently.

   "Hey guys, everything's climbed up inside him.  Feel this."

   One-by-one the boys reached over and fondled the tight, empty sack,
Donny going last.  But he didn't just feel the sack, he yanked on it, then
dropped to his knees and took it in his mouth and bit it.

   Marky shrieked.  "STOP IT.  STOP IT."

   Dieter pushed Donny away.  "Cool it, dude.  We don't want to really hurt
him."

   Donny muttered under his voice, "You don't.  Doesn't mean I don't." No
one but Peter had heard the brown-haired 10-year old.  Peter liked what he
heard.

   To quiet things down, Matt reached over and carefully lifted first one
then other of the little boy's legs out of the sodden underwear.  Matt
looked inside.  The poor little guy had done more than wet himself out of
fear.  A brown , toothpaste squiggle of poop clung to the fabric.

   "He's not just a peepee baby, guys," Matt announced with a tone of
disgust.  "He's a poopoo baby, too." But his next actions betrayed his
voice.  Matt lifted the size five white Jockeys and stuck the front in his
mouth.  He began sucking the piss off them, loving the taste but eager for
something even dirtier.  Then with great flair he reversed the panties so
everyone could see the little child's slight smear of shit and thrust them
into his mouth.  Matt was in ecstasy.  He loved the acrid taste.

   His actions didn't surprise his friends.  All the boys reveled in piss
and shit play, but Matt was the dirtiest among them.

   "You aren't kissing me until you brush your teeth," Andrew giggled. 
11-year old Andrew was as close to being Matt's boyfriend as possible
without them actually declaring love or affection for each other.  They did
frequently kiss, but usually tried to make it gross for the others to see.

   Matt jumped up and grabbed Andrew, thrusting his tongue into his
erstwhile boyfriend's mouth.  Andrew did not resist.  He, too, loved the
taste.  After several minutes of tongues probing and pushing shit-flavored
saliva back and forth, Andrew pushed away, slightly breathless.

   "It tasted a little bit like peanuts," Andrew said.  "Hey little boy,
did you have peanut butter for lunch?" Marky nodded.  He had peanut butter
everyday.  "That was good.  Maybe we should try it on toast next."

   After the ensuing guffaws died down, Donny reached into his backpack and
pulled out a brown pharmacy bottle.

   "Hey guys.  I stole these from my grampa the last time I was at his
house.  They're the boner pills I was telling you about."

   He opened the bottle and shook seven yellow, triangular shaped pills
out.

   Deiter scoffed.  "Like fuck they're boner pills.  Real boner pills are
blue and they're called Viagra.

   "Fuck you, Deiter.  I looked it up on the Internet.  They're called
Cialis and they last a long time.  More than Viagra.  We'll be hard and
horny for two days.  And they work pretty quick."

   "You ever tried `em on your own," Hunter asked.

   "Nah.  Just what I learned about `em on the Internet.  Never took `em
before," Donny lied since he used them frequently for his combination
business/play with his grandfather and his grandfather's friends.

   Hunter laughed.  "If I was any harder or hornier I think it'd break off.
There are six of us.  Why you got seven pills?"

   "One for our little faggot here.  We want him hard and horny, too, don't
we?  Hey and I got a lot here, so we can use `em later too.  Grampa won't
miss them." The truth was, Donny hadn't stolen them from the old man. 
Donny's grandfather gave them to his grandson as payment for some fun he
and seven of his friends had had with the boy over the past weekend.  But
like I said before, that's a whole other story.

   "Okay, I guess it sounds good, man," Deiter relented.  "But I can't dry
swallow pills."

   All the other boys admitted to the same problem.  Donny reached in his
pack once again and pulled out a folding Boy Scout cup.

   "No problem.  I got a cup," Donny said holding up the cup.  "And I got a
hose." He grasped his groin as he said it.  "But I got something else
that's just as good."

   Donny handed the seven pills to Hunter and reached back into his pack.
He pulled out another pharmacy bottle, this filled with small, unmarked
white pills.

   "Happy pills, dudes.  Ecstasy.  E.  These I have done before and they
make you so fucking horny.  Crazy almost.  One time I took one and ended up
fucking my ass on my bed with a cucumber.  One of those ones that come
wrapped in plastic.  But I took the plastic off and used butter to get it
in.  I got like half of it in.  It was fucking awesome.  I had a cum that
wouldn't quit.  Know what was funny, guys?  My mom used it for our salad
that night."

   Donny was mostly telling the truth this time only he'd left out some
details.  His grandfather had been there along with two other men.  They'd
all fucked the boy with the English cucumber but only after they'd already
fucked the boy with their E-fueled cocks.  And the butter Donny said he'd
used to lube the vegetable was man butter - cum - shot up his much-fucked
asshole.  But they did have the cucumber that evening.  His grandfather had
made the salad and hadn't bothered cleaning the vegetable before slicing it
and marinating it.

   Donny unzipped his pants and pulled them down.  "Commando!  The best way
to travel," he hooted.  His three inch boner was super hard, but Donny was
one of those boys who could piss with a hard-on.  He'd lose that skill as
his cock grew, but for now, he enjoyed being able to do it.  He filled the
cup and handed it and one each of the pills to the other boys in turn. 
They all swallowed the pills easily, rinsing it down with the ten year
old's piss.  Marky was wide eyed as the cup came to him.  It was almost
empty, but Donny figured there was enough piss in it to work.

   Donny handed the pills to the boy.  Marky stared at them and shook his
head.

   "Don't wanna," he whined.

   Donny grabbed the pills, shoved them into the younger boy's mouth,
followed it with a splash of warm piss, and held his had over Marky's mouth
while pinching the boy's nostrils shut.  Marky swallowed almost
immediately.

   The cup was almost empty when Donny looked at it.  "Hey, Peter.  Do a
guy a favor.  I want to save my piss for more fun later.  Fill up the cup,
okay?"

   Donny had asked Peter because his was the smallest penis among the group
except for Marky's.  Peter was always a little embarrassed about it.  But
he pulled it out and after a half minute of concentrating filled the cup.
Now you may be wondering why Donny would know that Peter had to piss.  This
had been their plan.  None of them had urinated all day since their first
morning pee.  And none had pooped at all.  This had been Donny's
instruction.  And they stuck with them.

   Marky was back to crying, the acrid urine fouling his mouth.  Deiter
lifted him up onto the little tyke bike seat.  Marky had never ridden it
bare-butt before.  The padded saddle scraped his legs.

   "Owwweee!" Marky howled.  Deiter lifted him off and put him on his lap.
He nuzzled the boy's bright red hair.  "Don't worry, little guy," he
whispered so only the tyke could hear him.  "We're not going to hurt you.
It'll all feel good.  I promise." Deiter wished he could keep the promise.
He no longer felt raping this scared little boy was such a good idea.  His
hard, leaking five and a half inch penis disagreed however, in the way only
a pubertal boys dick is able to argue with that boy's good intentions.  And
as the Ecstasy and Cialis slowly took effect, Deiter's brain was losing the
battle against his penis.

   The pressure of the little boy's body on Deiter's bladder awakened the
thirteen-year old's awareness of the need to piss.

   "Hey guys, I gotta piss something fierce.  Let's get over to the barn as
fast as we can.  Okay?"

   "Don't know why," Donny snarled.  "You can always piss yourself like the
little piss baby you're holding.  Won't be the first time." The disdain in
Donny's voice was palpable.  Yes, Deiter had pissed himself in front of the
other boys before.  But they all had.  It was a game they'd all played. 
Piss themselves and worse.  Deiter was going to respond but decided it
wasn't worth it.  He kicked off and started down the slight slope to the
abandoned barn.

   Donny led the way as he often did.  He and Deiter usually vied for the
privilege of being first.  But this time Deiter was at a disadvantage and
Donny was not about to cut him any slack.  He skidded to a stop and pulled
open the immense barn doors just enough to let the motley parade go by on
their bikes.  Cosmo, the Great Dane, followed close behind.

   TO BE CONTINUED (I promise)...

   [Let me know what you think!  Email coments to Antonio Green at
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