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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 4: The Descent Continues - Deeper, Dirtier

   FROM CHAPTER 3

   "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.

   NOW ON TO CHAPTER 4

   "Downloaded this from the Internet.  Can't tell you where cuz you need
special passwords and everything.  But I think you'll like it."

   Donny had the boys huddle on the tarp so everyone, including Marky,
could see the screen.  The kids were all too stoned and tipsy to care that
their bare asses were plunked in the piss they'd only recent sprayed wildly
on Marky.  The screen came to life with the close-up of a pale, freckled
face.  The camera moved back to reveal the scared face of a little boy
maybe a two years older than Marky.  It pulled back further to show a
naked, red headed boy perched on his knees.  The camera panned down the
boy's torso slowly until it stopped at the boy's pubis.  All that could be
seen of the child's penis was the bright purple, tiny pointy glans.  The
shaft had been wrapped tightly in rubber bands making it look incredibly
thick for a boy so small.  The boy's balls also had been wrapped in rubber
bands so the each marble-sized ball could was isolated by the elastic.

   Donny mumbled barely loud enough for the other boys to hear, "I so
fucking love little red heads.  Fucking love `em." A little louder he said,
"Peter, did you bring the rubber bands like I asked?"

   Peter sat gape-mouthed looking at the screen.  T the other inveterate
sadist in the group hadn't know what he'd been asked to the rape party, but
now he understood.

   "God damned motherfucking yes I brought them.  Wow.  We gonna do that to
the brat?"

   On screen a man's hands reached out and began snapping the elastics.

   "THOP!  THOP!  THOP!" the boy shouted.  The man didn't stop the snapping
the rubber bands.  The screen faded to a light blue.  Red words appeared in
the middle: TO BE CONTINUED.

   "Damn!" Pete said.  "Is that all?  I wanna see more.  Tell me there's
more."

   Donny laughed.  "Sure there's more.  But I gotta piss like a fucking
race horse and I bet you guys do, too.  Let's do part two.  Okay!"

   The boys jumped up as one and arranged themselves in a line in front of
Marky.  Donny knelt behind the little five-year old crouched on his knees.
Fear etched into Marky's face but a hard little peg stuck up from his
crotch.  Even though his eyes were having trouble focusing--everything was
so bright--he'd seen enough on the screen to know that he might not like
what was coming.

   Donny pulled Marky up so that that the younger boy's ass crack was even
with his pecker.  Donny reached around and gently played with the intensely
hard one-inch boner.  Marky cooed.  Maybe this boy wasn't so mean.  Then
Donny leaned in close so that his prickhead rubbed up and down the little
boy's sticky crack.

   Donny leaned down and whispered sweetly in Marky's ear, "You don't wipe
your ass too good, do you?" Marky shrugged, knowing it was the truth.  His
mother railed at him almost every night about how messy his underpants
were, how poopy they were.  She'd never taught him how to wipe properly,
but she expected him to do it anyway.

   Donny reached around the small boy intending to fondle his tiny nuts
softly before squeezing them really hard.  But as he felt around, the ten
year old realized something amazing.

   "Hey guys," Donny called out, "no wonder he's a little faggot.  He don't
got no balls!  You don't got no balls, do you kid?"

   Marky whimpered.  "I don't know what those are."

   "Show him, Andrew,"

   Andrew stepped forward and pulled the little victim's hands up to his
scrotum and let the youngster feel his marble-sized testicles and reached
his own hand down to feel the empty space under the tyke's hard penis.

   "Balls, kid," Andrew said.  "Nuts.  Testicles.  Cajones.  Rocks.  Nards.
And you don't have any.  Didn't you know you were supposed to have `em?"

   Marky shook his head slowly, tears dribbling down his cheeks.

   Donny said, We should do the brat a favor and kill him.  Life ain't no
good without balls."

   Marky shrieked.

   "Shut up, Donny," Deiter snarled.  "You're scaring the kid."

   "Oooo" Donny hooted sarcastically.  "We're scaring the little fag.  I
thought that's what we wanted to do.  That and.  Well, you know."

   Andrew looked up.  "Both of you shut up.  I want to do the ext part.  I
gotta pee real bad, too.  So let's get started."

   Marky was a smart little boy even though he was only five.  The boys
standing in a line.  Having to do peepee.  He knew what was next.  They'd
do peepee on him again.  Hat wasn't so bad.  He kind of liked it actually
except for when the bad kid peepeed in his eyes.  And he liked it when the
really big boy sprayed his all over his hard, little peepee.

   Eleven-year old Andrew stepped right up to the kneeling boy and forced
his hard three-incher down level with Marky's lips.  He tried to push it
into the tyke's mouth, but he swayed a bit and missed.  The beer really
made him have to piss, but it also made him wobbly.  Okay, time for a
second try.  He pushed forward and his dicklet entered the surprised boy's
mouth.

   Donny was right at Marky's ear and whispered menacingly, "If you bite
any of us, I will personally bit your useless little cock of.  Marky hadn't
heard the word `cock' before this day, but he knew it was what the boys
called their peepees.

   Donny held Marky tight as Andrew's face squiched up in concentration. 
He let a fluttering fart go and then the flow started.  As soon as Donny
could tell his cohort was pissing, he clamped his hand over Marky's mouth
and pinched his nose.  Marky had no choice but to swallow the acrid, warm,
salty piss flowing in his mouth.  Yes, like may boys, he'd tasted his own
urine on numerous occasions, but only by sticking a finger in the flow and
then licking his finger clean.  It hadn't tasted bad then, but now...

   Suddenly a sharp stabbing pain at his poopoo.  Abrupt.  Brutal. 
Painful. Could it be?  The boy behind him was grunting and thrusting.  Yes.
It must be.  The bad, mean boy had put his peepee Marky's poopoo.  It hurt.
No not really.  It surprised more than hurt.  It felt kind of like when
he'd put his own finger in there, only Marky did it slowly, not mean and
hard.  It really didn't hurt as much or as long as when mommy would slap
him when he was being a bad boy.

   "Fuck man.  I knew we chose this one for a reason!" Donny was almost
singing in pleasure.  "He's so fucking tight and so fucking hot.  Better
than any of you fuck holes."

   The boy in front of Marky grabbed the back of his head and started
thrusting in and out of the little one's mouth, still pissing but bringing
himself to the edge at the same time.  Marky kept swallowing, his mouth
movements giving Andrew intense pleasure.  He pushed his hard spike as far
back into Marky's mouth as he could.  It was coming.  The feeling.  Andrew
could feel it start in his tummy and spread throughout his lower body.  It
traveled like a fire coursing through his balls and then his penis and then
it exploded from him in a shower of white hot light.  He stumbled backward
as the last of the orgasm passed, but his 3-inch cock kept unloading at the
little boy, spray him with the final spate of hot, boy piss.

   Andrew had never cum while pissing before.  And he would never do it
again unless he was stoked on E.

   Donny was slamming harder into Marky Branson's tight asshole.  His
bladder was fuller than anybody's in the barn.  After all, all except Donny
had a good piss at the child, Donny holding most of his for his next
invasion into the tyke's body.  Peter stepped in front of Marky, pushing
the reeling Andrew aside.  His penis was only half an inch shorter than
Andrew's but it was almost noodle thin so it looked tiny on comparison to
all the other boys' except for their victim.  Victim.  Peter loved that
term.  He knew what was expected of him.  They'd planned this over the past
few weeks.  They'd all piss down their victim's throat, knowing that all
that boy piss would upset the victim's tummy.  But Peter had something else
in mind as well as making the brat drink his piss.

   Peter stood there for a moment watching the little boy bounce up and
down with Donny's thrust's into his butt hole.  He reached down and gently
rearranged the child's legs so they stuck straight out along the tarp.

   Peter looked at Donny fucking the little boy wildly.  "You like fucking
him, don't you, Donny?"

   "Fucking right I do.  And watch what happens when you feed him your
piss."

   Peter poked his thin pricklet into Marky's mouth and let his flow splash
out.  Donny wasn't holding Marky's lips closed or holding his nose this
time.  Marky seemed to accept his fate as the older boys' urinal.

   Suddenly, a warm, wet feeling gushed into his bowels.  Could it be? 
Yes. It felt like when mommy gave him the hosing out when he was really
bad. They always hurt.  She'd always load them up with lots of soap and
Marky would cry and beg for her to stop.  This felt just like that.  Except
it wasn't soap and very hot water it was ...

   "You'we doing peepee in my poopoo," the little boy whined.  "Pwease
stop. Pwease.  I don't like it."

   But Marky was being a bad boy.  He was lying.  He did like it.  He liked
that the big boy was peepeeing inside his poopoo.  He liked the way it felt
when the big boy's peepee scraped against that place inside his poopoo that
felt good whenever he poked the toy baseball bat in.  He liked it all, even
the wobbly tummy feeling and his head spinning.  And the salty warm taste
of the other mean boy's peepee.  He liked it so much he reached his hand
down and grabbed his peepee as hard as he could and began yanking on it.

   His complaint quickly turned to a little boy chant.  "Peepee in my
poopoo.  Peepee in my poopoo," he slurred over and over as Donny continued
pissing slowly inside him and he kept yanking on his tiny boner.

   "The little fucker's beating off," Peter gasped while carefully
thrusting his piss-spewing boner into the warm little mouth.  He was
careful because as much as he'd have loved to piss all over the little
victim's face, he knew he'd be teased about being too short to keep it in.
He'd be teased like he'd been when the boys played the same piss game with
each other and his short dick would plop out by accident.

   Donny shoved into Marky's tight rectum as hard as his 3-inches allowed.
He'd slow down enough to prolong the tight, itchy feeling enveloping his
prick but he knew he couldn't last long.  His piss was slowing down but his
urgency wasn't.  At the other end of Marky's alimentary track, Peter was
redoubling his efforts.  He hadn't wanted to cum right yet, but the
Ecstasy, the Cialis, performing in front of his asshole friends, having
such fucking awesome power over this little squirt of a baby turd--it all
made Peter feel so powerful, so on top of the fucking world, so much better
than his goody-goody big brother.  So fucking, fucking horny.  He couldn't
hold any longer.  His dickie felt huge inside the younger boy's hot, piss
filled mouth.  It was going to explode.  It was...

   Three things happened at that instant.

   Donny slammed one hard time into the tight, hot pissed-filled little boy
rectum, his orgasm overtaking all intentions to hold off a little bit
longer.

   Peter grabbed Marky by the ears and shoved his little dick as far into
his victim's mouth, so far the little boy's nose was pushed sideways on his
face.  His tight, straining little-boy dick, pitifully little looking on
the 11-year old began squeezing and jerking harder that it had ever done in
the past.

   And just at that very moment at the peak of his orgasm, Peter's
bowels--stuffed full from a huge meal the night before and a even bigger
breakfast this morning and unemptied since the previous morning--loosened.

   Peter had planned on shitting on the little brat right after he'd pissed
in his mouth.  It hadn't been part of Donny's plan, but who the fuck cared
what fucking Donny fucking wanted.  But Peter hadn't planned it this way.
He didn't expect his guts to let go as part of his fucking, awesome cum.

   The plan had been to defile the tyke with their shit later, after the
piss play.  After each had a turn at the tight little asshole.  Peter
didn't care that he'd violated the plan.  Fuck `em all.  But he managed to
squeak out over the sounds of escaping intestinal gas and the splattering
sounds of the stinking piles hitting pale, skinny legs and the rapidly
jerking hand of his victim, "Sorry guys.  Can't hold it.  FUCKING SHIT!"

   Peter's sphincter spasmed in perfect rhythm with his overpowering
orgasm. Tight.  Loose.  Tight.  Loose.  Each loosening released a splatter
of semi-soft Peter shit.  Five spasms.  Five splats.

   The boys--all of them, including Donny who normally hated having his
plans screwed up--hooted and cheered.

   Most of the big boy poopoo had landed on Marky's peepee and hands. 
Marky had never felt anything so hot there before.  It almost burned.  But
it felt so good.  His tummy all filled with Andrew and Peter peepee.  His
poopoo hole all filled with Donny peepee.  The slippery poopoo providing
stinky lubrication as he yanked wildly on his little penis, one wild spasm
overtaking him after another.  Poopoo flew.

   Marky was totally lost in his orgasmic, Ecstasy-fueled haze.

   "Peepee in my poopoo.  Poopoo on my peepee.  Peepee in my poopoo. 
Poopoo on my peepee," he chanted.

   Donny, coming down from his own dry cum up the tyke's wet ass, didn't
like what he saw.  The little brat acted like he liked what was happening
to him.  Donny didn't want that to happen.  The whole point of the plan was
to torment the kid, make him suffer, to humiliate him.  To make him suffer
just like Donny had suffered those first times.

   "Someone go get me the pan," Donny yelled, pressing harder against his
little victim, making sure his urine stayed inside.  His brother Hunter
complied and brought over a brown-streaked, white washbasin.

   Having been in a similar position himself, Donny knew he had to move
quickly.  He arched his legs and slipped the washbasin beneath them. 
Grabbing Marky by his ass cheeks, he lifted the small boy off his still
hard penis and scooted around so the tyke's asshole was directly over the
basin.

   Marky was too lost in his multiple orgasms to control his sphincter.  It
simply opened and a rush of brown piss and lumps of little boy poop flooded
out.  The piss had felt good filling him up, but coming out it stung and
burned the raped little asshole.

   Marky screamed in pain and pressed his poopoo-covered hands against his
face as he howled.

   Donny was happy now.  MORE TO COME...

   [Let me know what you think.  Email me (Antonio Green) at
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