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 Chapter 3: The Descent Continues - Marking Marky

   FROM CHAPTER 2

   "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.

   ON TO CHAPTER 3

   As the first entered the barn, their sense of smell was assaulted by a
mixture of stale urine and rotten feces.  Not horse or cow excrement but
boy shit and piss.  The week after the boys had first used the barn for
their nastiest of nasty play, they all complained about the stench.  They'd
have to clean it up and take better care the next time.  But after being
inside for a short while, Andrew said what they were all thinking, that it
really didn't stink so bad.  Kind of nice, actually.  So from that day
forward, they'd poop and pee and shit and piss anywhere they wanted,

   All the boys except Deiter quickly dismounted.  He slowly lifted the
tiny, shivering boy off his lap and held him tightly as he then dismounted.
Marky thought he was about to be placed on the floor, but Deiter had a
different idea.  He shifted the boy in his arms so that he held him like a
little infant.  The largest boy of the Little Boy Rapers Club leaned over
and kissed Marky full on the lips.  Marky had never been kissed there.  His
mother only pecked on his cheek or forehead, and not often at that.  She
certainly had never kissed him right on the lips.  She certainly had never
tried to push a tongue into his mouth as this big, strong, white blond boy
was.

   Something funny was happening inside Marky's tummy.  It felt all wiggly
and giggly and although he was still very scared, he also felt something he
didn't understand.  That tingliness inside him made him feel light.  His
arms felt like they were floating separate from his body.  Those tummy
tingles made him feel warm and...well, he couldn't quite place the feeling.
It was like he felt when his mommy would do something really nice for him
and he felt like hugging her close to him.  She wouldn't let him do it, but
he'd pretend she had wrapped him up in her arms and smothered him with
kisses and love.  YES!  That was the feeling.  Love.  The tummy giggles
felt like love.  And right now, for some reason he couldn't understand, he
felt that love for the boy cuddling him and pushing his tongue deeper and
deeper into Marky's wet mouth.

   Marky had never known boys could kiss.  Never known that tongues could
be used in kisses.  But Marky followed the lead of the boy who was holding
him in his warm, big, protective arms.  He pushed his tiny tongue into the
Deiter's mouth.

   Deiter knew they'd have to stop soon.  He knew the Club was eager to get
on with their plans for the day.  But he didn't want to stop tasting
Marky's sweet mouth even though he could feel his penis leaking piss from
his excruciatingly full bladder.  Even though that penis was so hard, so
ready to ram into a hole, any hole, maybe even the tight little hole of the
angel he held, the angel he felt a surge of love and concern for.

   What was wrong with him?  He'd always tried to be a hard ass around the
other boys in the Club.  He really wasn't, of course.  He was a sweet, hard
working boy who hid his gayness from his classmates, from his German
immigrant father, and - to a large extent - from himself.  But what he was
feeling right then was as foreign to him as were the tingly feelings Marky
was experiencing.  It was as foreign to him as were the similar feelings
all the other boys except Donny were feeling.  Donny was used to Ecstasy
since he'd been given it by his grandfather for 3 years as part of his play
with the older man and his numerous `friends.'

   They stayed locked in their tongue licking, mouth loving until Donny's
high pitched yet husky voice broke the spell.

   "Get a room!" he snarled.  "We got some sucking and fucking to get to!"

   Reluctantly, Deiter put the little boy down in the center of a large,
plastic tarp.  The tyke immediately collapsed to his knees, rump on his
feet with his hands clamped over his penis.

   Deiter glanced down to front of his faded blue jeans.  He'd leaked a
lot. A deep, wet spot at least 6 inches in diameter sullied the front of
his pants.  A small streak of little boy poop smeared the leg of his jeans
where he'd held the tyke on his lap.

   Glancing around the room everyone of the Little Boy Rapers Club except
Donny was in a similar state.  He didn't care one bit if he was wet.  Being
wet like this only increased the powerful feelings he was experienced.  He
felt all the world like finishing the job, like pissing himself until his
jeans were as sodden as he'd get them in his solitary piss play at home
when he'd hold his pee until it burst out almost uncontrollably while he
stood in the bath tub.  Fuck!  How he loved that feeling and the smell of
wet jeans.  But he couldn't do it right then.  They'd agreed on another
plan.

   Suddenly 11-year old Andrew bent over and clutched his crotch through
the fabric of his tight fitting Nike BTF shorts.

   "Fuck guys.  I gotta pee so bad.  Let's hurry up or I'll explode," he
yelled.

   The boys had carefully planned what they were going to do.  But muddled
by their mutual need to urinate and the powerful interaction of the Ecstasy
and Cialis, five boys stumbled about until they formed a semicircle about a
foot in front of the little boy they'd kidnapped.  Donny had orchestrated
the beginning activities that they'd all agreed on.  He had other plans,
however, plans he hadn't shared with them--at least not yet.

   "Okay LBRC," Donny intoned, "strip." Full bladders yelling at them and
penises dripping or spurting, the boys stripped quickly.  And without being
told to do so, each grabbed his dick to squeeze it shut and prevent any
more piss from leaking or squirting out.

   Donny knelt behind Marky and pulled the younger boy's hands away from
his genitals.

   "Fuck guys, look at it," the ten year old cried.  "I guess the boner
pill's working.  But his balls don't want no part of this.  Still can't see
them."

   Indeed, Marky's one inch penis stuck out in front of his belly as hard
as it had ever been.  Ready for the real fun to begin, Donny held Marky
tight against him so he couldn't move, his arms held tightly.

   "Okay guys.  Don't forget.  Only half of what you got.  We're gonna save
the rest for after.  Five.  Four.  Three.  Two..."

   Andrew couldn't hold it.  Before Donny had finished saying `two' the
light brown haired 11-year old's penis was spraying the kindergartener
wildly.  He directed the spray right at the shocked little boy's gaping
mouth but not much went in.  At that point, all the boys had relaxed enough
to let loose as well.

   Five boys with full bladders can piss a lot.  When planning this initial
degradation of their victim, they'd decided to each concentrate on spraying
a different part of boy.  But there was no way any of them could focus
enough in their first foggy experience of Ecstasy to aim where they'd
intended.  Instead, they just pissed wildly on the little, shivering
five-year old.  The boy was soaked head to knees, his red hair darkened by
piss.  Some of the piss had even splashed off the top of his head and on to
Donny's face.

   The little boy piss target hated what was happening to him.  He felt
so...well, he couldn't think of the word but if he could it would be
`debased.' He felt like a toilet.  Like dirt.  He hated it and let his
tears show his disgust.  But his penis, as small as it was, showed the
other side of his feelings.  His boner got so hard that for the first time
in its five years on the little boy's pubis, pointed straight up.  As much
as he hated what was happening to him, he also liked it--no loved it.  He
felt tingly, warm, gooey all over.  Something about him even loved the big
boy who was holding him tightly, who was licking the other boys' peepee off
his shoulders.

   "Hold up guys," Donny called out.  "We wanna get ready for part two."

   Reluctantly, the five boys all grabbed their dicks and squeezed, forcing
themselves to stop.

   Donny released the kneeling little boy and walked around in front of
him. Of the six members of the Little Boy Rapers Club, he was the only one
who hadn't relieved his tremendous need to piss.  While he was constraining
the little guy, Donny had let small squirts of piss out, wetting the tyke's
back slightly.  But now he had to piss for real.  He'd planned on this
without telling his cohorts.  He'd originally told them that he would be in
the semi-circle with them, pissing as a group on the boy.  But he didn't
want to be part of a group.  He wanted to be special to the little brat. 
He grabbed Marky by his piss-wet hair and aimed his three-inch boner
directly at his victim's face.  Donny had many experiences with Ecstasy, so
he wasn't feeling out of control like the other boys were.  He strained,
farted, and pissed directly into Marky's right eye.  Marky screamed and
tried to wiggle away but Donny's grip held fast while he shifted his aim
and hit the frightened, left blue eye.  Marky quickly squeezed his eyes
shut.  Donny stopped pissing as quickly as he'd started.  He hadn't
relieved much pressure on his bladder, but he had other plans for his urine
and didn't want to waste it.

   Donny let the little guy go.  Marky slumped forward, whimpering in the
puddle of cooling boy piss.  He madly rubbed at both eyes, trying to ease
the burning.

   "Matt, go get a six pack," Donny directed.  "Hey and bring a Mountain
Dew for the faggot here." He'd `stolen' three six packs over the past three
weeks.  Or so he told his buddies.  But he got the beer the same place he'd
gotten all the fittings for today's outing.

   Matt swayed slightly as he walked to the old refrigerator that sat in
the far corner of the barn.  It never got anything very cold but it was
better than drinking soda-or beer the few times Donny had brought
some--cool enough to enjoy.  He returned with the seven cans and passed
them to his friends.  He handed two to Donny.  This was going to be a new
experience for most of the boys.  None of them except Donny had ever had
Ecstasy and they were all flying very high.  The beer would soften that
experience but only slightly and turn it into another direction.

   "Know why we're drinking beer?" Donny asked.  The boys grunted a
communal `no.' "Cuz it'll make us have to piss a ton more.  You all liked
pissing on the little brat, so the next thing's gonna be hella awesome. 
And I got something to make it even better.  Stole these from my grampa,
too.  He's so stupid he wouldn't miss the couch if I took it." He held out
seven more cream colored pills.

   Donny's grandfather wouldn't have minded what his wily grandson said
about him.  He knew the boy both loved and feared him and that his
disrespect was feigned, a ruse for his buddies.

   "These will make us pee like a race horse.  My grampa uses them for his
heart.  He says they're the strongest around.  These plus the beer...Fuck
man, we'll be able to put out a fuckin' forest fire just by peeing on it."

   The boys had never heard of diuretics but as stoned as they were, they'd
do just about anything Donny told them.  After all, he's the one that
brought them the Ecstasy and Cialis and those pills made them feel...

   Andrew reached out, grabbed a pill and chugged it down with half a beer.
"Shit, man," he yelped.  "I am so fucking stoned!"

   Soon all the raper boys had followed suit.

   "Hey Deiter," Donny said handing the oldest boy the Mountain Dew and the
remaining pill.  "Give this to your little boyfriend.  And make sure he
drinks all the beer.  Right guys?"

   The other boys nodded in stoned agreement.  Deiter didn't feel right
about giving this stuff to such a little kid.  He loved the way Ecstasy
made him feel but what was it tand these other pills doing to the little
guy.  He walked over to Marky who by now had rolled to his tummy on the
piss-wet tarp.  His eyes were wide open, the pupils incredibly dilated,
dilated so much you could barely see the blue.  He was moving his arms in
wide arcs like he was trying to make an angel in the snow, only this one
was in cool boy piss.  He looked with his wide, glazed eyes at the big boy
he loved.  He hated the other one, the one with dark brown hair and the
mean face.

   "Hi," Marky whispered in a little boy voice as Deiter knelt down in
front of him.  "I'm Mahky.  I wove you."

   Deiter loved this boy right now as well.  Inside his stomach, inside his
heart, and all through his rock-hard penis.  He pulled the tiny red head up
to sitting.  He opened the can and held out the pill.

   "Please take this," he said quietly.

   Marky shook his head.  "No.  It's soda.  Mommy doesn't let me dwink
soda."

   "Please," Deiter pleaded.  "Please or Donny will make you." He gently
slipped the pill into Marky's mouth and gave him a sip of the beer.  Marky
immediately spit the soda and the Lasix out.

   "Little fucker!" Donny screamed and jumped across the ten feet that had
separated them.  He scooped the pill out of the dirt and grabbed the
Mountain Dew from Deiter's hand.  He shoved the pill--dirt and
all--straight into Marky's mouth and dumped a good half can of soda down
his throat and sealed his lips and nose.  Marky's eyes got even bigger if
that were possible.  He held the soda in his mouth as long as possible and
then, feeling the sensation of blacking out swallowed.  Donny kept his
grasp of the tiny freckled nose until he was sure the tyke wouldn't barf.
When he let go, Marky let out a huge belch.

   Donny handed the five-year old the can.  "Finish it or I promise I will
finish you!" he snarled.  Looking at Deiter he said quiet enough so only
the 13-year old could hear, "And you better finish your beer, too.  Or I'll
give you some of the same."

   In a few minutes, the little drama was over and all the boys--including
Marky--had finished their drinks.  No one except Donny enjoyed beer, but it
added a new, different feeling to their racing brains.

   Donny had planned what to do to occupy his minions while the combination
of beer and Lasix took effect.  He pulled an iPad out of his backpack and
opened up a video file.

   MORE TO COME (I promise)...

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