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 Chapter 5: Who's the Big Man Now?

   From Chapter 4

   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.  Peter's brother Hunter
complied and brought over a brown-streaked, old white enamel 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 poopoo-covered hands against his face
as he howled.

   Donny was happy now.

   Now on to Chapter 5

   Deiter was disgusted and horrified by the scene in front of him.  The
shrieking little boy tore at his heart.  He could smell the stink from
where he stood in front of the little child: the stink of the shit smeared
on the round, freckled face.  The stink rising from the pile of Peter shit
clumped on the tiny, tiny penis.  The stink of the spatters of shit Marky's
frantic jerking had thrown all over the tarp.  The stink of fear and pain
rising from the tyke.

   Deiter was disgusted...and incredibly aroused.

   Pushing Peter aside, Deiter dropped to his knees in front of the wailing
boy.  Donny knew what was about to happen and in a split second decided not
to stop the oldest boy in the group from spoiling his plans for the
littlest boy.  Instead of doing anything to stop Deiter, Donny quickly
pulled the washbasin out from under Marky's sputtering hole and quickly
slid out of the way.

   Deiter pushed screaming Marky onto his back, grabbed a handful of
Peter's soft shit and rubbed it on his straining boner.  Even though he
hadn't reached his full length yet--which in 3 years would be almost 8
inches--at a hair over an inch and a half in diameter, Deiter's cock was
almost as thick around as he'd be when he did hit full growth at two
inches. Without a single thought for how Marky would feel, he slammed all 5
1/2 inches into the little boy's burning rectum.

   Marky's eyes flew wide open, and the little boy's wordless howling
stopped for a moment, his mouth gaping wide open in more pain than he'd
ever felt in his life.

   "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry," Deiter cried with every slam
through the stretched anus.  "I'm so, so sorry, Marky.  So fucking sorry."

   Even though he meant every syllable of his apology, Deiter couldn't help
pummeling the tiny boy's asshole.  He hated himself but his cock had taken
over.  His cock and the drugs ruled him completely.  This sweet, soft
loving boy who still spoke with a trace of his German accent professed to
hate the shit play the group had had in the past.  He hated the stench and
filth.  But even so, his hatred for it didn't stop him from scooping up a
wad of Peter's shit in each hand while he still pounded away.  That hatred
didn't stop him from smearing Marky's face even more than it the little one
had already smeared it.  It didn't stop him from scraping the filth on his
hands off onto Marky's lips and into his mouth.

   "I'm so sorry, but eat it, little boy.  Eat Peter's shit."

   Deiter felt that some type of demon had overtaken him, ripped his soul
open and let the most heinous parts of him rise to the surface.  The demon,
of course, was the potent combination of beer, Ecstasy, and Cialis, but
Deiter didn't know it.  The thirteen year old was out of control, feeling
an overpowering need for sexual release.  Feeling a need to descend to the
disgusting levels he'd denied for the past three years, depravity he now
fed with the feces of a cute, sadistic eleven-year old Peter.  Feeling a
tearing urge to pound and maul and hurt the five-year old boy he was
fucking.  Feeling a deep love for that same, tiny screaming boy...love for
the other, younger boys he'd tried to lead in their young lust...love even
for his biggest rival, a rival he'd hated just a short time earlier.

   Deiter was not alone in his drug and alcohol twisted reality.  None of
the other boys--save Donny--had ever had any drugs.  And those who'd had
beer had only taken a few sips.  Everyone, even little Marky, was lost in
new drug-fogged territory they'd never travelled before, everyone except
Donny who'd partaken of the triple sacrament of beer, Cialis, and Ecstasy
at least once a month for the past 3 years, frequently more often.  He,
too, felt the pounding urges, the burning needs the others felt.  But he
was used to them.  He knew how to channel the feeling of all-encompassing
love other felt with Ecstasy into the dark parts of his soul.  He knew how
to twist the feeling of love into a need to damage, hurt, and humiliate. 
That time had come now as his own passions surged.

   Marky's pain was so intense, the reality so devilish, that he ceased
crying, his mouth wide open in a silent scream.  Deiter pounded into the
ravaged little boy cunt so hard, that Marky bounced backward on the tarp
with each shove.  Suddenly, Deiter felt rain.  Of course, rain.  They were
inside but somehow rain made perfect sense.  It wasn't a cloud that rained
upon the older boy and his little rape victim.  Hunter's hard four-inch
circumcised cock spurted squirts of hot piss onto the thirteen-year old
little boy raper.  That's how Deiter now thought of himself.  A little boy
raper.  He hated it.  He loved it.  And as much as he badly needed it, he
couldn't coax the orgasm dancing around his hard, thick cock to break
loose. Fuck harder.  He had to fuck even harder.  He wished he could shove
his balls into the once again wailing little brat.  He wished he could
shove his whole fucking body into him.

   Deiter could hear Donny and Hunter talking beside him but the words made
no sense.  Hunter saluted Donny with a loud, "Yes, sir!" He straddled
Marky's bouncing form and pulled him up to sitting by his wet, long red
hair.  He pushed his boner into the Marky's mouth, clamped the little guy's
lips shut and grunted.  Marky's cheeks bulged and then piss started
spurting out his nose until he realized he had to start swallowing hot,
salty boy peepee again.  As he started swallowing, Hunter cut a loud,
cabbage fart.

   The fart caught Deiter's attention.  Still slamming as hard as he'd ever
fucked anyone, he looked up in time to see Hunter's shit-ringed asshole
quiver.

   "Fuck man," Deiter gasped between thrusts, "don't you ever wipe the shit
from your hole?"

   Hunter laughed.  "No need to, man.  Not when I got asslickers who'll do
it for me."

   Hunter's dirty asshole bulged out slightly and released another puff of
fetid gas.  It quivered.  A tiny, deep brown spot appeared and steadily
grew from the size of an M&M larger and larger until it was at least two
inches across.  Hunter's asshole opened even more as his first bowel
movement in over two days pushed its way through.

   "Hey, Deiter!" Matt yelled from the sidelines.  "Hurry up.  I want a
piece of that little boy ass.  Hurry the fuck up." Twelve-year old Matt's
drug addled brain trumped his normally quiet and withdrawn personality. 
"Fuck, and I gotta piss like a motherfucking horse." He grabbed his 4
1/2-inch stiff boy cock and began spraying piss all over Marky, Hunter, and
Deiter.

   Things weren't going the way Donny had originally choreographed.  He'd
carefully planned having each boy piss into Marky's mouth knowing that the
glut of piss would cause the little boy much discomfort.  He remembered his
own first time drinking the piss of four men and how he lost control of his
bowels to the hoots and derision of the men abusing him.  But things were
going just fine anyway.  Everyone in the Little Boy Rapers Club had lost
control.  Everyone but him.

   "Hang on, there, Matt," Donny said.  "I'll help Deiter cum so you can
get a turn."

   Matt looked at Donny like he was a young god.  All the twelve-year old
wanted to do was fuck.  Fuck and piss.  And maybe even take a monster dump
just like Hunter was doing.

   Donny moved behind Deiter.  He reached between Deiter's legs, briefly
brushing the oldest boy's balls.  God, how he wanted to grab, and squeeze,
and twist them.  Instead, he scooped a small handful of Peter's shit and
rubbed it on his own three-inch boner, just enough to give a bit of
slipperiness.  He looked at Deiter's clean asshole--Deiter was always the
cleanest, prissiest of the kids, Donny thought--he smeared the hole with
the remaining shit on his hand.

   "Fuck," Donny said out loud to no one in particular, "I so fucking love
shitty, filthy, nasty sex." He plunged roughly into Deiter's hole making
the older boy jerk upward.  Fortunately for Deiter, he was on the inward
thrust into Marky's tight hole.  Donny's intrusion and Deiter's upward jerk
pulled the older boy's penis almost all the way out.  His glistening,
shitty cockhead was all that remained.  Shitty, glistening, and streaked
with little boy asshole blood.

   Donny leaned over Deiter's back and began pounding his three inches into
the boy beneath him while Deiter jabbed into the eve younger boy he was
raping.

   The rain of piss started once again, this time from Matt and this time
at full force.  As he'd agreed with Donny, Matt carefully avoided pissing
on the ten-year old sadist who seemed to be leading the games.  The
twelve-year old aimed carefully as he'd been directed by Donny and made
sure most of his piss splashed on Deiter--on his hair, his face, his hard
cock that fucked relentlessly into his victim.  Deiter looked up and opened
his mouth.

   The boys watching were surprised to see Deiter so readily accept the
bitter piss.  The oldest of the group often withdrew from the sex
activities when it turned to piss play.  But here he was drinking piss
eagerly.  Deiter's next move shocked them more.  Deiter never played their
poop games.  Instead, he'd sit sullenly watching or leave the barn once the
poop started coming.  But now, drinking the hot piss flowing from Matt's
cock, pumping wildly and brutally into Marky's little boy hole, Deiter
reached up and let Hunter's thick, deep brown turd form into his hand.

   As oldest, Deiter felt the need to act more mature than his sexual
playmates.  Once they'd started with piss and shit play, he exhibited
dislike at best and disgust at worst with the dirty play.  What he didn't
want the others to know was that he'd been engaging in both for several
years.  He hid his perversity as best as he could from others--and even
tried to hide it from himself.  But he loved drinking his piss, starting
when he was about five-years old when he'd lie in the tub and spray a
yellow arc into his mouth.  Now, at thirteen, he regularly pissed into jars
and recycled everything that came out, no matter how bitter it might be. 
He even would piss his pants when he was alone at home, reveling in the
warmth and smell and enjoying the feeling of his jeans cooling and clinging
to his legs.

   His perversity went even deeper.  He not only would pee his pants, he'd
poopoo them as well--for `poopooing' was how he described his self-soiling.
He loved to sit in his mess and feel the warm poopoo squish up his back and
between his legs.  At ten-years old, he discovered how wonderful poopoo
felt rubbed all over his peener, rubbed so much that he gave himself "the
feeling," his first dry orgasm.  At eleven-years old one day when his
mother had left for another ten-hour shift at the hospital, he discovered
the enema bag.  He loved the feeling of filling up with warm, almost hot,
water.  He loved how he could give himself the feeling without even
touching himself.

   Frequently on Saturdays, he'd hold off taking his normal morning pee and
poop.  He'd wait until his mother called him from work to say she'd
arrived, then he'd go into the bathroom and piss in the enema bag and fill
it to the top with water.  He'd lie in the tub and fill himself with
increasingly large amounts of piss and water.  Sometimes at the end, once
the feeling had shaken his body and passed, lying on his back, he'd pull
his legs as far back over his head as he could.  Then he'd let everything
go.  He loved being drenched in the brown enema piss-water.  He loved
having his face and hair pummeled by his own shit--sometimes hard,
sometimes soft, usually a disgusting combination of both.

   But Deiter never told his sex-fiend friends about his solo filth play.
He never told them how much he loved the feeling of having his gut filled
up.  He never told them but now they must know because now he was lovingly
holding, kissing, and licking Hunter's twelve-inch long, two-inch thick
solid turd.  He never told them about his fantasies of having his dream man
lover fuck him for hours pissing in him constantly until his gut felt like
it would explode.  But they all knew now because Donny was filling his
rectum with hot piss.  While Donny had already pissed in Marky's ass, the
beer and Lasix had filled his bladder once again.  And what better place to
empty it than his rival's shitter?

   Deiter loved the feeling of Donny's piss filling him, and it finally
pushed him over the edge.  He grabbed Marky's balls, squeezed and twisted
them as hard as he could, and shot his thick sperm laden jizz into the
screaming boy's shit hole.  Deiter loved how Donny was fucking and filling
him at the same time.  How his cumming seemed to run on forever, not in
normal spasms but in one, long, continuous, Ecstasy-fueled orgasm.  He
loved it all, especially Donny right then, especially how Donny was sharing
something so sweet and personal as his pee, not realizing that in fact
Donny was marking him like the alpha-dog marks the runt of the litter.

   Once the orgasm passed, Deiter stood abruptly up, ripping his cock out
of Marky's hole and dislodging Donny.  He turned around holding Hunter's
turd firmly.  The boys watched and cheered as Deiter took the monster turd
and jammed it into Marky's bloody shit hole.  Already stretched, bruised
and bleeding from the brutal assault by the boy he'd thought of as `the
nice one,' Marky let out a wail that could be heard outside the barn.  This
was all the encouragement Deiter needed.  He squatted his ass right over
Marky's wide-open mouth and pushed the turd steadily and roughly into the
tyke's rectum.  Once it was all the way in, he relaxed his sphincter and
let go.

   Right then Matt scooted quickly between Marky's legs and jammed his cock
in for a fast, furious fuck.  He couldn't believe how intense everything
felt: His hard, hard cock stabbing against the fat turd inside their little
victim, pushing it further and further into his colon.  The stink of
Deiter's shit and the Marky's gagging and choking on the piss and shit
surging from Deiter's ass.  His own need to take a monster dump.
Matt hadn't been sure that raping a little five-year old would be much
fun.  But now...now he wanted the day to go on forever and he wondered what

would be next in their descent into hell.

   TO THE READERS OF LBRC:

   I have almost finished Chapter 6 which is heavy on scat and is pretty
mean-spirited as far as the way little Marky is treated.  I'm not sure I
want to continue, but I will follow the wishes of my readers.

   Please email me and let me know if you want to read more about the
Little Boy Rapers Club.  When you do, let me know if you want to have the
heavy scat included.  Or would you like the scat toned down.  Once Chapter
6 is done, we can get into some heavier abuse of the poor little victim.

   Email me at auto42376091@hushmail.com.  Put LBRC in the subject line.

   Thank you.

   Antonio Green



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