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 Little Boy Raper's Club

   Chapter 7: Group Bonding

   [NOTE: I'm now dictating much of this story, but the software
consistently changed "Donny" to "Donnie." That's why I've changed the
spelling of our protagonist's name.]

   FROM CHAPTER 6

   As Andrew knelt there catching his breath, his still hard penis lodged
inside Marky, he did what he always did after cumming.  He pissed.  And
even though he'd already pissed once, it was a torrent.  (Lasix and beer do
wonders!) When he was done, he rolled over to join his lover -- for that's
how he now felt about Matt thanks to the Ecstasy.  At that point he noticed
that Marky was screaming.  In fact, Andrew now realized, the little brat
had been screaming for a long time.  But the piss inside him was the
topper. The thick, long turd in his rectum was causing a great deal of
pain. Andrew's piss multiplied that pain and cramped him viciously.

   Marky strained to get rid of the cramping.  A gush of piss surged from
his reddened asshole.  Then Hunter's monster log flew out, making Marky
scream even louder as it tore through his hole.  The turd embedded itself
in the pile of shit Matt and Andrew had left.

   Donnie had been watching, enjoying the nasty turn of events.  He'd hoped
to maintain more control, but it looked like everyone was doing what he'd
hoped they would.  Even squeaky-clean Dieter.  Donnie knew that with
Dieter's open shit play, Donnie was now the leader.  He was in control.  To
show that control, he knelt next to Marky and pinched his ball-less little
dicky as hard as he could with his fingernails.

   "Hey guys, it's time for a break.  I wanna hear how Dieter got so nasty
so fast."

   Dieter laughed.  "And I want to know how you got so mean and so nasty in
10 years."

   "Well, you first, my friend," Donnie said.  "Let's do it here with
Marky-fag in the middle.  Peter, go get the rubber bands.  And Hunter, your
hands are still clean.  Could you get my iPad and put it in the waterproof
case and bring it to me?  Please, sweety?"

   NOW ON TO CHAPTER 7

   Peter trotted over to where he can stashed large bag of rubber bands and
Hunter collected Donnie's iPad and slipped it into the clear waterproof
case while the rest of the boys gathered around a wailing Marky.  When
Peter returned to the semicircle of preteen rapists, he started laughing
and pointed at the five-year-old shit smeared victim.

   "Look at the little poopoo faggot" he said pointing.  "He's crying his
fucking eyes out, but look what he's doing with his tongue."

   Indeed, even though Mark he was wailing in pain and fear, he was licking
his lips, trying to pull more of Deiter's shit into his mouth.  For such a
little boy he had a long tongue that reached to his nose and lapped up most
of the filthy brown mass around his mouth.  His cries softened and
eventually morphed into gulps and hiccups.  By the time he quieted down
completely, a good inch around his mouth was completely clean of any of
Dieter's shit it except for a few smears here and there.

   Hunter returned with Donnie's iPad.  As he handed it to the young leader
of the Little Boy Rapers Club, a cramp hit.  He bent over clutching his
stomach and started to cry.  Hunter was not a boy who would cry easily, but
the pain in his gut was intense.

   "Fucking shit," he cried.  "I gotta shit real bad, Donnie.  Can I shit
on the little guy, please?"

   Dieter laughed and said, "After you shit out that huge log, I can't see
how you have anything left in you." Dieter picked up Hunter's log from the
pile of shit on the tarp and waved it around showing the other boys.

   Donnie was more sympathetic.  Hunter was neither the filthiest nor the
cruelest of the boys.  Those distinctions belonged to Matt and Andrew for
filthiest and Peter for the cruelest.  But Donnie felt something akin to
love for his 12-year-old counterpart.

   "It's okay, Sweety," Donnie said putting his arms around Hunter's
shoulders.  "Go ahead and take a shit.  But add it to Matt and Andrew's
pile on the tarp.  I have special plans for that pile.

   Hunter very much wanted to do what Donnie asked.  In spite of their
two-year age difference, the older boy was in awe and a little bit afraid
of that now obvious leader of the group.  When he'd first asked Donnie's
permission to shit on Marky, he'd started to stand over the little boy. 
With Donnie's "request" that he add to the shit pile, Hunter began to move
away from the little boy.  As much as he wanted to do what he'd been told,
his guts made the decision for him.  Just as he was moving away, is guts
let loose a spate of very soft, extremely rotten smelling shit.  Hunter
moved quickly but as he did so he sprayed an arc of gray brown shit onto
Marky's legs, and Andrew's and Donnie's feet before settling over the pile
of Matt and Andrew's ship.

   Hunter had never thought of engaging in shit play before he met his
young cohorts, but now he enjoyed when he was allowed to shit on one of the
other boys.  However, this time his lack of control embarrassed him
tremendously.  He was afraid Donnie would be angry with him for not doing
as he was told.  He looked up at Donnie and tried to gauge the younger
boy's reaction, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking.  He could hear
the other boys laughing at his lack of control and commenting on how much
shit he poured out at this point.  Just as Hunter thought the last of his
shit had surged out, another cramp overtook him.  He farted really loud,
the rotten stench engulfing him and everybody around him.  Once again his
asshole opened up and let loose with the softball sized splat of loose
shit.

   Once he was sure he was finally done, Hunter dropped to his hands and
crawled over to Donnie's feet.  He looked imploringly up to the brown
haired.  Without either of them saying a single word, he bent down and
licked every bit of shit off the younger boy's feet.  He crawled over to
Andrew and tongue-washed his feet as well.

   "Hey man," Donnie said, "don't worry about it.  As they say `shit
happens.' And it just happened to happen all over us.  But I can't believe
how much you had in you.  You're awesome.  You're definitely my favorite
shit factory.  Hey guys, let's try to scrape all this extra stuff, all this
extra shit that Hunter sprayed all over the place, into the main pile."

   Donnie hadn't been speaking to anyone in particular, but the two biggest
shit pigs in the group didn't need to be told twice what to do.  Andrew and
Matt dropped to their knees and scraped up all of Hunter's extra shit with
their hands.  They added what they'd collected to the piles.  The shit was
soft and gooshy enough that their hands were filthy by the time they were
finished.

   Great minds may think alike, but so do filthy minds.  Without either boy
saying a word, they both smeared the other boy's face with the stinking
fetid residue on their hands.  Matt grabbed Andrew's hands, brought them up
to his face, and licked Hunter's shit off.

   "Fuck that's some nasty tasting shit," he said squinching up his face.
"And I've eaten a lot of shit.  It's even worse than the diarrhea I licked
off my little brother's underpants last month when my mom had me clean them
in the toilet."

   Matt looked at the mess in his hands, smelled it, and decided he wasn't
going to be out done by his shit lover partner.  He jammed his face into
his hands and licked voraciously like a starving man.

   When he had finished, Matt looked at Andrew and laughed.  "It's almost
as bad as the time you mixed my poopoo, your poopoo, both of our piss, and
your dog's shit in the blender and had us drink it."

   "I don't know," Andrew replied.  "That was pretty nasty.  It might've
even been worse.  But we sure had a good fuck afterwards.  Didn't we?  And
your idea about using some of the dog shit for lube was fucking
outstanding. Made it the nastiest fuck we've ever had."

   The rest of the boys looked at the pair unbelievingly.  They all knew
that Matt and Andrew were definitely the biggest shit pigs in the group. 
But they didn't know the two boys frequently engaged in what they called
`special fucky poopoo games' away from the clubhouse.

   The smell of shit hung in the barn heavily.  The stench and the sight of
the two boys playing so gleefully with Hunter's shit stimulated Peter's
bowels.

   "Fuck it all, Donnie.  I got to take another huge dump.  I'd love to
shit it right down the little faggot's throat.  There's going to be so much
I know it'd kill the little bastard.  Can I do it please?" Peter grabbed
his straining 2 and a half inch boner and jacked it wildly.  He knew Donnie
Would say no.  But the thought of choking Marky to death with a pile of his
shit brought him to the edge of an orgasm.

   Donnie answered, "As much as that sounds like a great idea, we've got
more to do with this little brat.  Maybe later."

   Dieter yelled jumping up, "We aren't going to kill anybody here.  No
way. No how.  None of us agreed to that."

   "Hey man, can't you take a joke?" Donnie said.  "We're just shittin."

   Deiter backed off and sat down.  Only he wasn't that sure that given the
chance both Donnie and Peter wouldn't kill the little boy.

   Donnie pointed to the shit pile on the tarp.  "Do it there, Okay?  I got
big plans for this big pile of crap."

   Peter squatted over the pile and squatted so that his ass crack touched
it.  He moved around a little bit on it and then raised up about a foot and
pointed his rear end toward the semicircle of boys so they could watch.  A
thick brown residue smeared his butt crack and asshole from his previous
shit.

   "Don't poop yet," Matt said.  "I love watching poop come out so let me
clean you up."

   "You better hurry," Peter answered.  "I can't hold back long."

   Matt crawled over and pulled Peter's skinny butt cheeks apart.  He
tongued the full length of Peter's filthy ass crack in one long lick.  He
turned his head and stuck his tongue out to show the other boys the
tablespoon-sized mass of wet shit in his mouth.  He pulled his tongue in
and made a show of mashing it around in his closed mouth and swallowing. 
He leaned in once more licked hard around Peter's tight asshole -- Peter
fucked far more often than he allowed others to fuck him.

   Just as Matt was finishing tongue bathing Peter's asshole, Peter
squeaked out, "Better get outta the way unless you want a mouthful of my
shit."

   Matt crawled back to his place in the semicircle of boys.  "Now honey,
you know I'd love a mouthful of your big boy poopoo," he said in his best
gay-boy voice, "but I don't want to spoil the other boys' fun."

   Peter pulled his cheeks further apart.  His crack and asshole were as
clean as if he just bathed.  He strained.  His tight anal star pooched out.
A long, loud bubbly fart fluttered the hole.  He farted a second time, and
then sighed.  His asshole closed up then slowly reopened.  A soft,
red-brown button pushed through the hole.  It grew slowly from a mere
button to an inch, two inches, three inches.  Then his shit hole relaxed
completely and a long rope of soft shit extended all the way to pile
between his legs.  It kept coming in one long mass, curling up on the pile
of varied colored shit.  Finally, the rope stopped.  Peter let another fart
and one more small chunk of shit dropped out, joining the rest of the pile.

   "Hey Donnie," Peter panted, "if I don't wipe my butt, it'll start
itching.  You got any TP?"

   Several of the other boys acknowledged how their poopy butts were
starting to itch as well.

   Donnie laughed, "No need for TP when we got little faggot tongue to
clean us.  Line up, guys!"

   Donnie went over to Marky, knelt beside him, and whispered, "You better
lick us nice and clean or I promise I'll bite off your dink and let you
bleed to death."

   Donnie held the little boy's head up and on by one the boys squatted
over Marky's mouth and pulled their butt cheeks open.  Although he was
frightened by Donnie's threat and as embarrassed as a little five-year-old
could get at having to lick the assholes presented to him, he was
fascinated by what he saw.  Marky had never seen another boy's anus until
he'd been dragged into this barn.  Now he looked up five different ones in
succession.  He never thought that boy's poopoo holes could be so
different. Each poopoo hole was dirty with the boy's last poop.  A couple
had a lot of poop on their hole and smeared on their cheeks.  The rest just
had a good amount smeared right on the hole itself.

   Not only did poopoo holes look different, but as Marky used his tongue
to clean each boy, he realized each boy's poopoo tasted different.  And
they all tasted different from his own when he'd lick clean his finger or
his toys he'd put up his poopoo hole.  Even though poop was nasty tasting,
he loved the taste.  He especially liked the rotten taste of the last boy's
poopoo, poopoo everybody had said was really nasty smelling.  This was the
boy who had made the big poop log and that had been shoved inside his
poopoo place.

   Marky knew inside that what he was experiencing should be awful for him.
He really liked this part and his little dinky showed it.  It'd been hard
since the mean boy had given him those pills.  It had softened a couple of
times when something hurt a whole lot, but now as he licked all of these
big boys' poopoo holes, his little dinky was super hard.

   Although Donnie didn't say anything about it, Marky's tiny boner and
apparent enjoyment of eating other boy's shit did not escape his notice.

   As Hunter climbed off of Marky, he said, "Donnie, you haven't had a dump
yet.  Don't you have to go?" The other boys chimed in as well, asking the
boy who was now obviously their leader why he hadn't shit yet.

   "Don't worry guys.  I really gotta shit and shit bad.  But I want to
hold it for something really special.  I'll show you what soon.  So stop
fucking bugging me."

   The boys settled back into their loose semicircle with Marky in the
middle.  Donnie picked up his iPad and helped Marky stand up.  He stood a
few feet away from the little, shit-smeared boy.

   Donnie snarled, "Don't forget what I told you I'll do if you don't do
exactly what I tell you to do.  I mean it.  I'll bite y pathetic little
dickey off, chew it up and swallow it, and let you bleed to death.  It'll
be slow and painful."

   The rest of the boys knew Donnie was just threatening the little boy --
or at least hoped so.  Everyone except Marky who was sure the mean boy
would do exactly like he said.

   "So little faggot, I want to see you dance.  I want to see you dance and
sing.  And I'm going to film it.  Start dancing!"

   Marky took a few unenthusiastic steps that didn't really look like
dancing.  Still filming Donnie reached over and slapped the boy hard.

   "I said dance you little turd bucket.  Dance and sing or you'll really
regret it."

   Marky didn't have to be reminded a second time.  He didn't understand
how the mean boy knew how much he loved to dance and sing, but he did and
decided to give a good show to everybody.  He wiggled and twisted and
writhed in sinuous movements like the belly dancers he'd watched on his
mommy's video.

   He also loved making up songs, so he sang one he made up on the spot.

   I love to do the poopoo dance I love to lick your poopoo holes I'd love
to lick your poopoo hands And suck and lick your poopoo holes

   As he danced Marky grabbed his penis and pulled and twisted it.  Then he
started a new song, one he'd sung once when he'd pooped a hard poop in his
undies...

   If you're poopoo and you know it, poop your pants If you're poopoo and
you know it, poop your pants If you're poopoo you know, your pants will
surely show it Put the poopoo and you know it, poop your pants

   As he sang the last line, he grabbed some soft shit from right above his
one-inch erection and rubbed it on his face.  Then he continued...

   If you're dodo and you know it, rub your face If you're dodo and you
know it, rub your face If you're dodo and you know it, your face will
surely show it If you're dodo and you know it, rub your face

   If you're poopie and you know it, eat your poop If you're poopie and you
know it, eat your poop If you're poopie and you know it, your mouth will
surely show it If you're poopie and you know it, eat your poop

   As he sang this last line, he licked the soft shit from his hand.  Then
having smeared his poo on his face and licked some into his mouth, he
grabbed his tiny stiffy and began jerking on it furiously as he danced and
sang to the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb"...

   Marky had a great big poo A great big poo A great big poo Marky had a
great big poo And rubbed it on his dinky-doo

   Marky had a great big poo A great big poo A great big poo Marky had a
great big poo And rubbed it on his dinky-doo

   Maybe it was the remnants of Dieter's soft, warm poo rubbing so smoothly
all over his dinky-doo.  Maybe it was the delightful smell of that poo
Marky had accidentally pushed into his nostrils.  Maybe it was overwhelming
effects of the Ecstasy and Cialis still coursing through the little boy's
body.  In all likelihood, it was the combination of all these things, but
it was enough.  Mid-step, Marky stopped dancing and stiffened.  He was
oblivious to everything around him except the wonderful feeling he was
getting in his poo-smeared little stiffy.  He jerked his little peepee
faster and harder and harder and faster.  He opened his mouth and gasped
and saying a tuneless song at the top of his lungs.

   Peepee...poopoo...caca Peepee...poopoo...caca Eat the big boy's caca
Peepee...poopoo...poopies Peepee...poopoo...poopies Eat the big boy's
poopies Eat my mommy's poopies Eat my poopy poopies

   Wracked by his second orgasm of the day -- indeed the second of his life
-- Marky lost control of his over-full bladder as he continued to yank
insanely on his stiffy.  Little boy pee and tiny spatters of poop flew
everywhere, spattering the gape-mouthed boys watching the spectacle before
them.

   Just as one spasm would lessen and drop away, another would build and
tear through Marky's innocent little body.  Exhausted, Marky collapsed onto
his knees and fell onto his back, unwilling or unable to stop poop-jacking
his tiny cocklet.  His spewing little pee pipe now only sprayed his own
poopoo-covered face.

   Dieter had started counting the little boy's orgasms when he had noticed
the first one fading the second one attacking their victim.

   "...  five.  Six.  Seven.  Eight." Each orgasm was shorter than the one
that preceded it.  The next one would arrive almost as soon as the previous
one ended, like waves crashing on the beach.  And through it all Marky kept
singing his dirty little songs.  Finally Marky's body stiffened as the last
of nine little boy poopoo cums ripped through his body.  As it did he
opened his mouth and sang at the top of his lungs in a high-pitched, hoarse
voice...

   "FUCKKKKKKKKKKK..."

   It was the first time that nasty, big boy word had never escaped his
lips.  Indeed, even though he'd heard his mommy yell it at him many times,
he never even allowed to enter his mind.  But now he sang it over and over
again, the intensity dropping until he was finally just whispering it as
the last those orgasms flowed from his body and as the last of his pee
flowed from his still steel-hard stiffy.

   Marky lay there motionless, not even breathing.

   "I think the little dude jacked himself to death," Andrew whispered. 
Then Marky gasped and the group of little boy rapists took a collective
breath.

   Nobody said a word until a wide-eyed Marky set up.  Donnie moved forward
with this iPad screen facing the little boy.

   "You want to see what a nasty little shit-eating faggot you are?" he
asked.  He started the video he'd taken of Marky's masturbation dance. 
"Tell us what you look like, shit boy."

   Marky looked shocked then sad when he first saw what he looked like
dancing, smearing himself, and pulling on his tiny pipe.  Tears filled his
eyes.  He couldn't believe the boy in the film was him.  Then he smiled and
started giggling.

   Marky stood up and started dancing again and sang in his high, choirboy
voice...

   I'm a little poopoo baby Yes I am Yes I am Yes I am I'm a little poopoo
baby Yes I am Peepee poopoo caca Bam Bam Bam

   Everyone laughed including Donnie.  The truth be told Donnie wasn't very
happy with his little victim seeming to enjoy what it just gone on.  But he
didn't let on how he felt.  Instead he knelt down in front of the little
boy and said, "You like being a poopoo baby, don't you?"

   Marky nodded his head and smiled.

   "Did you ever rub poopoo all over yourself like we did?" the big boy
continued.  Marky shook his head no.  "Why not?"

   "Mommy wouldn't wike it if she found out."

   "Did you ever touch your poopoo before?"

   Marky nodded.  "A wittle bit."

   "Did you like touching your soft, gooshy poopoo?"

   Marky nodded enthusiastically.  "It's wots of fun."

   Donnie gently stroked Marky's lips.  "Did you ever taste poopoo before?"

   Marky suddenly became very serious.  His eyes widened and he seemed
reluctant to answer.  But Donnie kept stroking Marky's lips and leaned very
close and kissed him on his cheek.  He licked a little of the shit Dieter
and the other boys had rubbed on his face.

   "Big boys like to eat poopoo.  You can tell us, big boy, do you eat your
poop?" Donnie asked softly.

   "Sometimes I wicked it.  Sometimes I putted a widdle poopoo ball in my
mouth.  I wiked that a wot.  One time I chewed the poopoo ball up and
swawowed it.  I sang a widdle song about eating chocolate poopoo pudding.
Is that all wight?"

   Donnie ruffled Marky's hair.  "Yes, big boy, that's really, really super
fucking good.  Can you say exactly what I just said?"

   Marky knew that the big boy wanted him to say the big boy words.  "I
weally, weally wike it.  It's supa fucking good." Marky grinned from ear to
ear.

   "Do you have any poopoo inside you right now?" Donnie asked.

   Marky shook his head.  "It all came out when you made peepee inside my
poopoo."

   "Do you like the way it feels when you have bunch of poopoo inside you?"
Marky grinned even more and nodded his head so that he looked almost like a
big bobble head doll.  "Well, we're going to give you something so you have
a whole lot of poopoo inside you.  But first I think it's time for more
Ecstasy and beer.  What'd y'all think?"

   A chorus of claps and cheers showed how much the other boys liked the
idea.  Donnie leaned in and gave the little boy a kiss on the slips.  Very
quickly he slid his tongue in and could taste the tiny bit of poop taste in
Marky's mouth.  He smiled as he licked.  He knew that Marky thought he was
going to be nice to him now.  But Donnie knew better, much, much better.

   As Donnie moved over to a corner of the barn, He said to Matt, "Go get
us another six pack of beer."

   Matt answered, "But my hands are full of shit.  I'll get the shit all
over the cans."

   Donnie laughed.  "Like we care.  It'll just make it taste that much
better."

   Donnie grabbed a hold of the big box on casters that sat in the corner.
It had been there ever since the boys had first discovered the barn for
their clubhouse.  It'd always been empty ...  at least before today. 
Donnie pulled it over to the tarp.

   "What's that for?" Dieter asked.

   "You'll see," Donnie answered.  He then went to his backpack and got out
the Ziploc bag of Ecstasy and a tablespoon.  Matt passed the beer around to
the other boys.  Donnie was first to pop his tab.  He lifted the
shit-streaked can and said, "Shit Beer.  Tastes great.  More filling." And
swallowed a good half can.  The rest of the rapists followed suit, though
only Peter drank as much.

   "Okay," he continued.  "Who wants to get more crazy?  Who wants more E?"
Everybody raised his hand.  Donnie looked from face to face of his cohorts
in crime.  He then went over to the pile of shit sitting between Marky's
legs.  Once again he looked at each of the other boys and settled his final
look on Dieter's eyes.

   "You first, Dieter.  You're the oldest and our leader, so you get to go
first." Donnie leaned over and scooped a full spoonful of Hunter's foul
smelling very soft shit onto the spoon.  Still holding his gaze on Dieter,
he reached into the Ziploc and extracted a pill.  With a flourish, he
planted the Ecstasy into the middle of the spoonful of shit.  He handed the
spoon to Dieter.

   Dieter took the spoon but wasn't sure what he'd do.  He really loved the
way the Ecstasy made him feel.  It was the first time he was really stoned.
And he wanted to feel even more so.  But Donnie was offering him a spoon of
shit.  If he was going to take the Ecstasy, he knew he'd have to eat shit
in front of everybody.

   "Come on, Dieter.  I was being nice to you letting you have the Ecstasy
first.  Do you want it or not?"

   Dieter knew Donnie was not being nice to him at all.  But his lust to
get more stoned overcame his reluctance to debase himself in front of a boy
three years his junior.  Tears filled his eyes.  He grabbed the spoon and
thrust it into his mouth.  He closed his lips and mashed the nasty tasting
mass around his mouth.  He swallowed.  Dieter was ashamed of what he'd
done, but all the boys cheered his action.

   "Me next" Andrew cried and grabbed the spoon from Dieter.  He scooped a
big load of Hunter's fetid, gooshy shit.  There was so much, it threatened
to fall off, so he held it in place with his free hand.  Donnie plunked an
Ecstasy tab in the middle of the gray-brown mass and pushed it in. 
Smiling, Andrew made a show of pushing the spoon into his mouth and
mooshing the shit around inside and swallowing it.

   "That's some nasty ass shit, Hunter," he told the 12-year old, handing
him the spoon.  Hunter wasn't crazy about eating shit although he'd done so
reluctantly several times as part of his play with the other boys.  And
because his second bowel movement of the day had smelled so awful, he was
sure it tasted as bad as Andrew said.  So, reluctantly, he scooped up a
small amount of the shit underlying his in the pile -- it was in fact
Andrew's shit though Hunter wasn't keeping track.  Donnie poked the white
tablet in and Hunter swallowed the spoonful of boy shit.  After swallowing
the shit and the Ecstasy, he passed the spoon off to Peter.  Like Hunter,
he chose the more solid, less nasty Andrew shit to carry his pill into his
tummy.  Matt -- little shit pig like Andrew -- chose the soft Hunter filth
for his spoon full of shit, scooping even more than his almost lover Andrew
had eaten.

   Only two boys were left to take their second dose of Ecstasy.  Donnie
took the spoon from Matt, scooped up more of the nastiest of Hunter's shit
from the pile.  He poked the white pill into the middle and knelt in front
of Marky who was now sitting "Indian style" having watched the rest of the
boys feed themselves.

   Donnie gently placed the spoon at Marty's lips.  Marky shook his head
vehemently side to side.  "No dwugs.  Mommy said I not sposed to take dwugs
from otha people."

   Donnie laughed.  "But you already took some, and you liked it.  Didn't
you like the way it made you feel?  Didn't it make you feel all good and
wonderful?" The Ecstasy had made Mark he feel good.  It was a good part of
all the stuff that he'd been going through.  That and how the mean boy had
suddenly become nice to him.  He liked the mean boy now, theboy the others
called Donnie.  But still he knew he shouldn't take the pill Donnie was
offering him even though he kind of like the idea of taking a big wad of
poopoo from the spoon.

   He shook his head again.  "I'm sowwy, Donnie."

   Donnie was glad the little boy had refused him.  He knew he was starting
to get his victim's confidence.  That had been his plan.  He grabbed Marky
roughly by back of his head, yanking the little tyke's long red hair,
pulling his head painfully backward.

   Marky opened his mouth to wail.  Donnie smacked his head hard in the
back forcing it forward.  Before a sound could escape the five year old's
mouth, Donnie shoved the spoon inside and forced his mouth closed on the
putrid mass.  Tears poured down Marky's cheeks.  He tried to open his mouth
but couldn't break the grip of the mean boy.  Donnie clamped his poopy
nostrils shut.

   Marky gulped and swallowed against his will.  Once Donnie was satisfied
the all the shit and the pill had been swallowed, he released Marky's nose
and mouth.  The long stifled scream burst forth, echoing throughout the
barn.

   "Keep screaming, little shitmeister," Donnie snarled.  "Keep it up
because we're about to give you something to really scream about!"

   Donnie pushed Marky onto his back, his stiff little penis throbbing in
rhythm to his wailing.  Donnie reached into the Ziploc bag and took out two
white pills, tossed them into his mouth, and swallowed them.  Most boys his
age would have had trouble swallowing the pills without something to wash
it down -- like a spoonful of shit.  Donnie was used to dry swallowing
pills by now, so it wasn't a problem.

   "I got another treat for you guys," he said.

   Donnie reached into his backpack and pulled out a prescription medicine
bottle, a small plastic spoon, and an object that looked a little bit like
a glass funnel with a 4-inch thin, hollow tube at the end.  He held the
medicine bottle up to the boys and said, "Now we're getting to the big boy
shit.  This is cocaine and it makes you feel absolutely awesome by itself.
With Ecstasy, fucking shit man, you feel like you could do anything.  Most
guys snort it up their nose.  But I'm going to show you a better way.  I
ain't gonna lie to you, it'll sting a little, but it's the best way to take
it.  Anybody want to chicken out?"

   To a challenge like that, there was no way the boys would back out. 
Dieter wasn't sure he wanted to try cocaine, but he is done so many bad
things today and the second dose of Ecstasy was starting to take effect and
loosen his inhibitions.  So, along with all the other boys he said he would
try it.

   "I'll go first," Donnie said.  "That way you'll know that even though it
stings a little, it's not that bad.  Hey, Dieter, you hold my dick so that
the piss hole sticks straight up.  Peter, you hold the coke.  Don't spill
it.  Even though I didn't have to pay for it, it's fucking expensive. 
Hunter, you're going to scoop out the coke with this little spoon and put
it in this cock shooter when I tell you." With the last instruction, Donnie
held up the glass contraption.

   Everybody gathered round -- everybody, of course, except Marky who was
lying on the tarp sucking his thumb.  He almost never sucked his thumb
anymore, just once in a while at night after mommy did mean things to him.

   Dieter held Donnie's dick so it stuck straight upward.  The boys watched
in amazement has Donnie slipped an inch of the long glass tube part of the
contraption into his piss hole.  He did it without flinching.

   "Okay, Peter, uncap the coke carefully.  Hunter, when your brother has
it uncapped, scoop out a spoonful and put it in this thing.  And Dieter,
when I tell you take a deep breath.  Put your mouth over the cock shooter,
and blow."

   "Hard or soft," Dieter asked.

   "For me, blow hard.  The rest of you oughta do it softer.  Okay, Peter,
I'm ready." Peter slowly and carefully uncapped the medicine bottle of
cocaine.  Hunter scooped out a rounded spoonful and tapped it carefully
into the cock shooter.  Donnie nodded to Dieter, who inhaled, and leaned
over Donnie's 3-inch boner.  It occurred to him at that moment that he'd
never sucked the youngest member of their gang.  Until that day, Dieter had
only ever sucked Hunter although all the boys had sucked his cock.  While
this wasn't really like sucking cock, Dieter realized that he was now
servicing Donnie.

   Dieter blew as hard as he could.  Donnie shuddered.  His eyes clamped
shut and his face tightened.  The coke always burned like this whenever his
grandfather or his grandfather's friends delivered it to him this way.  But
this was his favorite way of getting coke.  He didn't like it up his nose,
although the discomfort passed quickly.  And it took too long to come on
when it was delivered into his rectum.  And under the eyelids -- that just
fucking burned and hurt too much, even for Donnie.  (Although that's the
way grandfather liked to do it best).  But in the piss tube, now that was a
stinging burn and a pain Donnie loved.

   Donnie pushed the glass tubing all the way into his urethra and jacked
it in and out with his left hand while his right hand pinched his cocklet.
Delivered this way, the coke took almost immediate effect.  Passion,
strength, power, and raw sex tore through the thin cocklet and shook
Donnie's body.

   "Fucking shit.  Holy mother fucking mother of god," he screamed as the
orgasm tore through his body.  He dropped to his knees still holding the
coke shooter in place.  He never stopped fucking his urethra with it even
as his orgasm passed.  He opened his eyes, looked around him, and furiously
picked up the rubbing on the outside of his dick.  He'd lost control,
something he'd never done in front of his young cohorts.  But who the fuck
cared.  The coke sensation plateaued but held its grip on his young body.
He jacked furiously, scraping his ragged fingernails along the bottom of
his dick.

   "Eat shit you mother fucking ass sucking cocksucking little faggot
shit!" he screamed again as a second dry cum exploded through his loins. 
The words were not directed at anyone in the room.  They were the same
words his grandfather had yelled the first time he'd raped Donnie six years
before.  They were the words his grandfather used often when fucking his
grandson.  They were the words that had been painted on the walls of the
special room in his grandfather's house where he shared his grandson's body
with countless other men.  They were Donnie's mantra.

   "Fucking hell.  That felt so fucking awesome.  I am so fucking high. 
Here, take this, Hunter.  It's your turn.  I think we should go from oldest
to youngest.  Dieter, you're so good at blowing into my dick I think you
should do that for everybody." Donnie pulled the coke shooter out of his
dick and handed it to Hunter.

   Dieter was pissed.  He was the oldest, not Hunter.  But he had liked
blowing the coke into Donnie's little dick.  And he had done it well.  So
he just let the insult pass him by.  The process was repeated for each boy
in turn, with Donnie inserting the coke shooter into each boy's penis. 
Every one of the four younger boys screeched or yelped when the stinging
cocaine entered their urethra.  But the pain quickly subsided as a coke
numbed their pisser and sent their head rocketing.

   When it was Dieter's turn for the coke, Donnie had Andrew, the youngest
of the troupe save himself, insert the coke shooter and blow the cocaine
into the oldest boy's hard cock.  Andrew's hands were still smeared with
shit from his earlier play.  So when he inserted the coke shooter he
smeared Dieter's cock with shit.  And Donnie had whispered to Andrew blow
the coke into Dieter hard.  Donnie knew that would hurt his adversary more
than the other boys.

   The pain of the coke inside Dieter's cock was intense, indeed he wanted
to yell as loud as the rest of the boys done.  But he refused to give that
asshole Donnie the pleasure of hearing him yell.  So he gritted his teeth
and grabbed his dick and jerked as hard as he could, ignoring the stinging
pain.  As soon as the surge of cocaine hit his brain, Dieter was glad that
he had overcome his reluctance to get higher.  He knew he would cum quickly
if he didn't stop jerking himself.  He wasn't ready to cum yet.  He wanted
the power and the sexual high to last forever.

   Donnie pulled the coke shooter roughly from Dieter's dick.  He took the
spoon and container of coke from Peter, scooped another hit from the
container, and snorted it up both nostrils.  None of the other boys
objected because they were too high to care.

   Donnie stumbled over to Marky and drop to his knees.

   "Who wants to hold the little faggot's shitty dick so we can give him a
blast, too?"

   Instinctively Peter knew that it would hurt the little boy.  Sadist that
he was he edged himself beside his idol, Donnie.  He grabbed Marky's little
dick and pinched it as hard as he could with his fingernails.  Marky
shrieked.  Donnie handed Peter the coke shooter.

   "Shove it in as far as it'll go.  Fuck him with it.  Let's make this a
high the little bastard won't forget."

   Peter didn't need to be encouraged.  He fucked the glass tubing in and
out of the little boy roughly jamming it all the way into the little boy's
one-inch boner.  The Cialis and the Ecstasy had kept the little guy hard
even through his fear and pain.  With Peter still fucking the little piss
tube, Donnie poured half a scoop of Coke into the shooter.  He nodded. 
Peter leaned over and blew as hard as he could.  Donnie would have loved to
have poured a lot more coke into his victim.  But he knew too much would
kill him.  And he didn't want to kill such a fun little toy.

   Little Marky shrieked horribly.  The pain in his little penis was worse
than anything he had ever experienced in his whole life, worse than when
his mommy would punish him for being a bad little by hitting him with the
rubber tubing on his legs.  He didn't think he could ever hurt as much
again.  But he was wrong.  Donnie had other plans.

   The six boy rapists played around, grabbing each other's boy parts,
spitting at each other, pissing at each other, and enjoying their
incredible Ecstasy and coke fueled high.  Donnie told them not to piss too
much but to save it for the one who really deserved to be pissed on.  After
about five minutes Donnie told them they were going to play a new game with
Marky.  Obediently the other five boys gathered around him.  Donnie grabbed
Marky roughly and pulled him so his two legs were on either side of the big
pile of shit.  He reached over to the pile and extracted Hunters' shit log.
He handed it to Dieter.

   "Marky told us he likes to feel poopoo in his poopoo hole.  We all heard
him.  Let's give them what he wants.  You shoved it up him before, so shit
fuck the little fairy with this.  Just don't push it all the way in.  We're
all going to have fun with this.  Show us you're a man, Dieter.  Do it
hard."

   Peter pulled Marty's legs up over his head to give Dieter better access.
A short while ago the 13-year-old might have felt a tinge of conscience
about what he was going to do.  But the cocaine and the Ecstasy blunted any
sense of right or wrong.  He grasped the long turd with both hands because
he didn't want to break.  He put it gently against Marky's tight little
hole.  He pushed at the hole softly a couple of times as if he were trying
to ease the turd in.  But that was not his intent at all.  He was aiming
his attack.  The third time instead of being gentle he jammed the shift log
as fast as he could into Marky's rectum.  Marky had quieted down before
this, but with the shit rape, he screamed and thrashed around on the tarp.

   Peter loved what he saw and had to be a part of it.  He reached over
Marky's squirming body, grabbed a hold of the filthy shit log, pulled it
away from Dieter and out of the little boy's asshole.  Then he rammed it in
as hard as he could.  He pushed so hard he almost lost it inside but ripped
it out before he did and jammed it in again.

   In turn each boy enjoyed shit fucking the little victim.  When the shit
log was finally passed to Donnie, he shoved it roughly all the way into
Marky's now bloody hole.  He then reached into the nearby box and pulled
out strange looking object.  If the boys had had more experience with the
world, they would've recognized part of it as a clear plastic decorators
bag.  But instead of the usual decorating tip, it had a clear 4-inch long
hollow tube mounted with two donut-shaped balloons, each with an inflation
bulb attached by rubber tubing.

   Donnie lifted up Marky's tear streaked face.  "You told us you liked the
way poopoo felt inside you.  We tried to give you what you wanted with
Hunter's wonderful poopoo log.  But you didn't seem to like it.  We want
you to be happy and like what we're doing.  So we're going to try again. 
See this bag?  You're going to crawl over today big pile of big boy poopoo
and scoop it all into this bag."

   Marky looked at the funny looking bag in Donnie's hands and at big pile
of big boy poopoo.  He didn't know what was going to happen but he had a
strong premonition it would be bad.

   "Don't wannoo," he muttered, the coke giving him courage he didn't know
he possessed.  Donnie pretended to look angry, but this was what he hoped
for.  He pulled Marky roughly to his knees by his long red hair and pushed
him over to the pile of shit.  He jammed the little boy facedown into the
pile and held his head there.

   "I'm going to hold your little faggot fairy face in this shit until you
agree to do what I tell you to do.  If you don't answer quick, you're going
to smother in a big pile of shit.  Ain't that a kick?"

   Marky struggled and kicked.  With each struggle, Donnie pushed his face
further down into the stinking mass.  Shit smeared on the little freckled
face.  It oozed up his nose.  It pressed against his tightly closed eyes.

   Finally Marky stopped struggling and nodded his head.  Donnie let go of
him.  The little boy sat up on his heels.  The six boys surrounding him
laughed at the sight before them.  Marky's face was completed covered in
four colors and consistency of shit from Peter, Matt, Andrew, and Hunter.
He blew snot and shit from his nose as he gasped for air.

   Donnie held the bag open right in front of Marky.  "Start scooping! 
Start with the shit on your face, shit-faced faggot cunt." he commanded. 
Still bawling, Marky scraped up a small handful of shit from his face and
dropped it in the bag.  Donnie slapped him.

   "Use both hands and do it fast.  We can't hardly wait for this next part
it's so fun.  So hurry it up." He slapped the boy on the other cheek harder
this time.  Donnie started scooping the shit up as fast as he could and
dropping it into the clear plastic bag.  When most of the shit was off his
face, he worked quickly on the pile in front of him.  When Marky had
scraped most of the shit off the tarp in front of him, he looked up Donnie
with imploring eyes.  He didn't know what was coming, but his eyes begged
the mean boy not to do whatever it was.

   Donnie recognized the look.  He'd seen it in other boys he'd `played'
with for the entertainment of his grandfather and his grandfather's many
friends who like abusing little boys.  He had even seen it in his own eyes
in the videos they'd made of him early on in his own abuse.  But his eyes
no longer showed that pleading when he was on the receiving end of abuse
and misuse.  His eyes now glistened with anticipation and lust -- just like
they glistened now at the prospect of treating his little victim like he'd
been treated when he was the same age.

   "You missed some poopoo, honey," Donnie told the pleading little victim
gently.  "I know how much you love poopoo, so we don't want you to miss a
drop." For a moment Marky thought that the big boy would be nice to him
again.  That hope didn't last.  Donnie roughly shoved Marky's little head
into what remained of the shit pile and held his head there.

   "Lick it up poopoo faggot shit boy!" Marky did as he was told, gagging
several times on the taste of the shit he was forced to eat and on the dust
and dirt on the tarp.  He felt like he would vomit, but he knew the mean
boy would make him do what mommy made him do when he'd puked up Brussels
sprouts or liver.  And Marky didn't mind the taste of poopoo that much.  He
kind of liked it even.  But he hated the taste of vomit, so he forced
himself to lick up everything he could.

   When the tarp was relatively clean, Donnie pushed the little boy onto
his back.

   "Peter, give me some of those rubber bands." Peter handed Donnie six
rubber bands.  Donnie wrapped one around his little victim's 1-inch boner.
The leader of the group loved how Cialis and Ecstasy could keep you hard
regardless of what nasty shit was being done to you.  Donnie had hoped
Marky would scream when the rubber band was put on this little dick, but
the little boy only whimpered.  So Donnie did what any self-respecting
sadist would do in this case.  He stretched rubber band out and let it snap
back.  That brought the anticipated scream from Marky.

   Peter watched closely and asked, "Let me have a turn.  Please let me do
it too."

   "Sure enough," Donnie replied and handed him the rubber bands.  "I wish
we could put these on his balls, but the little shit eater don't got none.
Too bad for us.  We're all going to do this, but you get to go next when
it'll really hurt him!"

   Peter didn't need to be encouraged.  He wound the rubber band as tightly
as it would go around the little penis.  Then he jerked it around by the
rubber band, squeezed the little stem, pulled the rubber band until it was
close to breaking, and let it snap back on the tyke's tiny glans.  Marky
jerked around on the tarp like he was having a seizure.

   "Look guys," Peter panted, "his little dickie is turning purple. 
Fucking awesome, man."

   Peter handed his older brother the rubber bands.  Hunter had known his
younger brother had a mean streak in him, but he didn't realize Peter so
sadistic.  It scared him.  He realized at that moment the only reason Peter
hadn't turned his sadism on him was that he was bigger and stronger than
his brother.  Even as stoned as he was, Hunter didn't have much of a
stomach for hurting Marky as much as the rubber bands would.  But he didn't
want to be the spoilsport, so he wound his rubber band around Marky's
penis. He didn't do it as tightly as the two previous boys had, but by the
time he'd finished, the only part of Marky's penis showing was the deep
purple glans.  He didn't snap his rubber band before passing the three
remaining rubber bands to Dieter.

   Dieter also didn't want to hurt Marky this way, but he, too, didn't want
to spoil everybody's `fun.' When he was done, he gave the remaining rubber
bands to Matt who liked the idea of hurting Marky.  He wound his rubber
band tightly and snapped it like Peter had against the tiny purple cock
tip. Marky shrieked again, his body jack-knifing in agony.  Matt handed the
remaining rubber band to his closest shit buddy, Andrew.  By the time it
was Andrew's turn, Marky's rubber band covered penis was as thick as
Dieter's cock -- thicker maybe.  Andrew liked filth a lot but didn't like
hurting guys as much.  But he loved Matt and if Matt had made the little
prick scream, he would, too.  So after winding the last rubber band
tightly, he didn't snap it.  Instead, he leaned over and bit Marky's
swollen little boy peepee-head.

   "Good one Ass Munching Andrew," Donnie said, coining a new name for
Andrew.  `Ass Munching Andrew.' Andrew liked it.  If another boy called him
that, Andrew might've felt he was being insulted.  But coming from Donnie,
after all that they're done over the last few months, Andrew knew was a
compliment.

   "I wanted tell you guys how I got started being such a nasty son of a
bitch," Donnie told the other boys.  "But I'd like Dieter to tell us first.
But I haven't had a dump yet, and I haven't had one in four fucking days.
I'm about to explode.  I'd love to shit down Marky's little throat, but I
got so much inside me that would kill the little brat.  I'd also love to
feed it to you, Andrew, and to your shit-loving boyfriend, Matt.  But I got
other plans.  There's one more thing I want to do to this little shit bag
here.  And I do mean shit bag.  Marky's going to become a shit bag, and
we're going to use the shit bag to make it happen."

   He held up the plastic bag up Marky had filled with Matt's,
Andrew's,Peter's, and Hunter's shit.

   "Who wants to hold it open for me so I can take a monster dump into it?"
Matt and Andrew both came over to Donnie's side to share the honors.  They
got on their knees and help the bag wide open.  Donnie bent over and pulled
his cheeks apart so everybody could watch.  Donnie had cheated a little
bit. He'd been able to hold his shit for four days -- four agonizing,
cramp-filled days -- because he had a butt plug firmly planted inside his
asshole.  None of the other boys had ever seen a butt plug before, but they
got a good look at it as he pulled it out.  They were amazed when they saw
Donnie's asshole expand wider and wider.  His hole expanded three full
inches before the wide end of the butt plug was free.

   "One of you guys use your mouth to pull the rest out, okay?"

   Matt got there before Andrew did, so he got the pleasure of wrapping his
lips and teeth around the slightly shitty, pink stem of the butt plug. 
While the stem and the whitest end of the pink butt plug were lightly
streaked with Donnie's shit, the rest of the butt plug was completely
covered in it so that none of the pink of the plug could be seen through
the deep brown, putrid smelling shit.

   Matt put it to his nose and sniffed deeply.  He called Andrew over and
held it up so they both could lick it like a lollipop.  They giggled as
they licked and they let their tongues play with each other's lips.

   "Hurry guys," Donnie moaned.  "I can't hold it very long.  Andrew and
Matt barely got the bag open underneath Donnie's twitching asshole in time.
Donnie cut out loud, long, and exceptionally rotten smelling fart that
accompanied an inch thick, long rope of dark brown soft shit.  Four days
worth of shit.  Four days with the shit built-up by meat, spaghetti,
prunes, potatoes, corn, broccoli, cabbage, and anything that would add bulk
and stench to today's magnificent shit eruption.  Shit kept coming in one
long continuous mass, piling up into the half-full plastic decorators bag.
The amount was truly impressive to all the boys who watched including the
little victim, Marky.

   Had Donnie's first contribution to the bag been measured, it would've
been over 2 feet in length.  It finally stopped, Donnie took a deep breath,
strained, and let out another three ropes of shit into the bag, each about
6 inches long.  He strained once more.  This time a wad of soft, fluffy
shit erupted from his asshole and splatted into the bag.  Some even
spattered on Matt and Andrew's hands and faces.  Matt and Andrew loved
their defilement.

   "That's it, guys.  Could you clean me off, please" Donnie asked the two
boys holding the shit bag.  Matt, then Andrew leaned forward and licked
Donnie's messy asshole and cheeks clean -- perfectly clean.

   Donnie took the plastic bag from the two boys and held it up for all to
see.  It was almost completely full of shit.

   "We call this a shit shooter," he announced.

   Dieter looked at it closely.  "Where you get this stuff?"

   "I'll let you all know that when I tell my story.  That'll be after you
tell your story first, Dieter.  About how you became a shit lover just like
the rest of us and why you tried to hide it from us." There was a sneer in
Donnie's voice.  "But we don't have all the shit in this shit shooter just
for fun.  We got to use it on our little brat here."

   Donnie told Hunter to hold Marky's legs up over his head.  Donnie
directed everybody to get as close as they could and watch what he was
about to do.  When everybody was close, Donnie pushed the plastic tube of
the shit shooter roughly into Marky's anus so that the first of the
donut-shaped balloons was lodged inside his asshole.

   "Watch this, guys.  I'm gonna pump up both balloons." He pumped both
inflation bulbs.  The balloon on the outside inflated to about 5 inches
across and pushed snuggly against Marky's asshole.  "It's just like this on
the inside, too.  He won't be able to shit the tube out like this.  Each of
us gets to squeeze some of the shit into the little faggot.  I go first.  I
get to tell you how much you get to squeeze.  And I get to go last because
this is my shit shooter."

   With the last of those words, Donnie gave the plastic bag a good
squeeze, forcing about two cups of shit into Marky's rectum.  A rectum
already stuffed with Hunter's massive shit log.

   "No!  No" Marky screamed.  "Tummy huhts.  No poopoo in my tummy."

   The bag was passed from boy to boy, each of the preteen and teen rapists
forcing as much shit into the boy as Donnie told them to.  Each time the
bag was squeezed, Marky yelled again, begging to be released from his
torment.  When they'd all had a turn, the bag was still half full.  Donnie
pulled the whimpering tearful little boy up by his red hair so he could see
the bag.

   "You told us you like poopoo inside you.  I told you I'd give you what
you wanted.  Don't you want more?"

   Marky shook his head vehemently.  "No moh.  Pwease no more poopoos. 
Pwease no."

   "Shit man, the little guy's tummy is hella bulging out," Dieter said. 
"Looks almost like he's gonna have a baby."

   "Yeah," Donnie said, "a shit baby.  Hey, Peter, want to have some fun?
Press hard as you can on the big poopoo pile in our little poopoo boy's
poopoo tummy."

   Peter loved the idea of torturing the little boy even more.  He placed
both hands on the distended, freckled abdomen and waited for Donnie's
signal.  Donnie nodded and Peter pressed steadily downward.  Marky yowled,
emitting a sound like a wounded animal, a sound none of the boys had heard
in their short lives.  Donnie squeezed the bag as hard as he could, the
shit inside oozing through the tube into the stuffed colon of his precious
little victim.

   "Somebody help me," Donnie yelled.  "His shitter's so full I can't
hardly get it all in." The last person Donnie expected to help -- Dieter --
knelt beside him immediately and smirked maliciously.  The two boys -- 13
and 10 years old, enemies and allies, now bonded in filth and sadism --
began squeezing the shit-filled plastic bag as hard as each could.  Dieter
did his best to keep the top of the bag closed, but some of the mixed shit
oozed out the top onto his hands.  Incredibly stoned, incredibly horny,
incredibly caught up in the nastiness of the day, the boy loved feeling the
gooey mess smear his hands.  He squeezed even harder.  Donnie squeezed even
harder.  The shitty mass forced its way into Marky's stuffed rectum.

   Marky's tummy felt so stuffed, he was sure it would explode in the
shower of poopoo.  He screamed as loud as he could, "Stop it!  Stop it! 
Stop it!  No moh Poopoo!  No moh poopoo!  Pwease no moh poopoo!"

   Finally the bag was empty as it would get.  Relying his own personal
experience with the shit shooter, Donnie twisted a small ring on the
plastic tube.  This closed off the tube and prevented the shit from inside
of little Marky from coming out.  He then disconnected the plastic bag from
the tube and turned it inside out so the shit remaining in it was now on
the outside.  He handed it to Dieter.

   "I got a feeling you'd like this," Donnie said softly.  "I bet you can
use it when you tell us the story of why you like shit even though you
didn't want us to know about that.  You tell us your story, and I'll tell
you mine.  You can do whatever you want with all this shit that's leftover.
Whatever you want."

   Dieter scooted closer to a bawling Marky and scooped some of the
remaining shit onto his hands.  He put the bag down for a moment and gently
massaged the shit all over the little boy's tear streaked face.

   "Feels good, doesn't it, sweety?" he purred to the little boy.  It did
feel good to Marky.  He liked that this big boy -- the biggest one of all
of them who was sometimes so nice to him and sometimes so mean -- was
making his face so stinky, so poopoo.

   Dieter glanced at Peter and nodded.  Peter pressed the distended, poop
filled tummy.  Marky shrieked.  Dieter then pushed Peter away and climbed
between Marky's tiny legs.  He scooped as much of the remaining shit as he
could from the shit-shooter bag and smeared it on his own hard cock.  He
dropped his torso hard onto Marky, forcing a gasp from the boy, and began
humping his shit-covered boner against the little boy's poopoo-covered
stiffy.

   Dieter looked up at Donnie and then at the other boys.

   "I am so fucking ready to tell you my story."

   TO BE CONTINUED

   [I'd love to hear what you think of the story so far.  If you like it,
let me know what you liked best.  If you don't like it, then why the hell
have you read it so far?  Email me at antoniogreen@writeme.com (And check
out Hushmail for your own use.  It's great!)

   I was planning on having Donnie tell his story in this chapter, but I
got too tied up with the preliminaries.  His story comes in the next
chapter.  Promise.  Stay tuned!]