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 CHAPTER 8 - The Rest of the Story
Codes: bb (multi), rape, extreme scat, extreme violence
[This story is entirely fiction.  It depicts the brutal defilement of
very young boys including rape, vomit, and scat.  If this bothers you,
don't it it.  If it's illegal to read this where you live, don't read it.
This is entirely fantasy.  I do not condone treating anyone the way the two
boys are treated in this story.  However, I totally approve of your jacking

off to my deep, dark fantasies.  Antonio Green]

   FROM CHAPTER 7

   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 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."

   NOW ON TO CHAPTER 8

   Eyes glazed from the drugs and the overwhelming need to get as nasty,
filthy, and sexy as he could, Dieter humped roughly into Marky's shit
covered cocklet.  Marky moaned with the wonderful, slick feelings.  Hearing
that the little victim was enjoying the shit rape, Dieter rammed his cock
down onto the little boy's tummy, causing serious cramps to overtake the
five year old.

   Marky screamed, "Thtop it.  Pwease.  Thtop it." Marky's pleas made
Dieter fuck into the fetid pile on the little boy's tummy even harder.

   "Aw fuck it feels so good humping shit like this," Dieter said to the
group once he got his rhythm going.  "I'm sorry, guys.  I tried to pretend
that all this shit play was nasty.  That I didn't like it.  But I've been
doing it a long time.  I didn't want you all to know what a perv I am.  But
I guess we're all shit pervs.  Right Donnie?"

   Donnie just laughed and nodded his head.

   "I guess I started about 3 years ago.  I was alone at home and had held
my poopoo -- I mean shit -- all night.  Once my mother left, I started to
play.  "

   Dieter went on to describe his first time he shit stuffed, how he'd
pissed then shit his pants, his Levis darkened by a night's worth of piss.
He told how he'd licked and sucked the huge shit log he'd produced.  How
he'd humped in the pile of soft poopoo he'd produced later (for that's how
he began calling his shit for his young rapist buddies in his story) He
told he'd even bitten off a piece of the poopoo log chewed it and swallowed
it.

   Midway through remembrance he lifted his head and called out, "More
poopoo.  I need more poopoo here!"

   Donnie, the only boy who hadn't taken a shit, was more than happy to
oblige.  He climbed over Marky's tummy facing toward the little boy's head
with his butt inches away from Dieter's head.

   "Here it comes, shit fucking fag!" he told Dieter.  Dieter lifted his
head to watch.  Donnie's asshole was puffy, and ringed with bruised tissue.
Dieter thought how different it looked from his own.  Then a small brown
speck appeared at the hole.  The tiny dot quickly grew into a thick, soft
rope of foul smelling shit.  Dieter stuck out his tongue and caught a wad
of it.  He pulled his tongue in.  The shit tasted as bad as it smelled. 
Dieter wanted more but Donnie had finished evacuating his bowels, at least
for the moment.  He'd dumped his load on Marky's tummy and his hard little
penis, giving Dieter more slippery mess to fuck in.

   Donnie pushed his cheeks right into Dieter's face.  The oldest boy raper
knew what was expected of him.  He gladly licked his rival's asshole clean.

   His mouth smeared with Donnie's shit, Dieter then told of smearing his
entire body with his own poopoo -- and began smearing his face with
Donnie's soft poopoo as he told about it.  Finally, he told his
shit-friends how he'd fucked himself in the shit hole with the massive
poopoo log.  He even told them, thanks to his drug-frenzied state, how he
pretended it was his daddy fucking him.  They all knew Dieter didn't have a
father.

   Slipping and sliding his oh-so-hard cock into Donnie's shit and against
Marky's just as hard little ball-less poker, Dieter knew he was getting
close.  He shoved harder, deliberately smashing against Marky's overstuffed
tummy.  Dieter marveled in his shit-smear haze how hard and tight that
tummy felt.  He loved hearing Marky grunt and whimper every time he smashed
against it.

   "That was the first time, guys" Dieter panted as he kept fucking his
hardness into the pile of shit on Marky's tummy.  "But it fucking shit
wasn't the last.  I let a monster out that first time.  Loved playing with
my poopoo.  I did something every time I pooped.  Even at school.  I didn't
poop much at school but if I did, I did it into my hand sitting on the
toilet.  I did that at home too.  I'd smell it.  Lick it.  Sometimes even
eat a little bit.  I never ate a lot at school.  I was afraid the other
kids would smell it on my breath.  I didn't mind but...

   "So close.  So fucking close.  Don't wanna cum yet."

   Dieter took a deep breath and stopped moving for a moment.  He
straightened up a bit and scooped up three fingers of Donnie shit.  He
sniffed the shit, then slipped the fingers into his mouth.  He slurped and
swallowed.

   "Fuckin A, your shit's so nasty tasting Donnie.  I gotta have more." He
scooped up a fistful this time, pushed his filth-filled palm against his
mouth and chowed down on reeking Donnie shit.  Donnie couldn't believe his
luck.  He thought he'd have to challenge Dieter directly to be leader of
the Little Boy Rapiers Club.  But here was his rival, eating his shit,
making himself a shit eating faggot cocksucker.  Donnie loved it.  Loved
his control.  He watched in awe as Dieter slowly started shit fucking the
little brat once again.

   Dieter said, "Okay.  Better now.  So at home sometimes I pooped on the
kitchen floor and left it there while I did other sexy stuff.  Then I'd
come back and hump it like I'm humping this little brat.  Or I'd jack with
it.  Right in the kitchen.  When I started squirting, I'd even sometimes
jack into food.  Not when I was poopoo jacking though.  Didn't want to get
poop into the food.  Well, I did, but I was afraid Mommy would find out.

   "Wanna know the worst thing I did with poop?  One day I came home from
school.  I knew mommy would be gone until really late.  I was 12.  Didn't
wet cum yet.  That I remember.  Some asshole had let their dog take a huge
dump right in front of our apartment.  I wanted it.  I wanted to scoop it
up in my hands and carry it up to our apartment.  But I was afraid someone
was watching.

   "So I went and got a plastic bag.  I scooped up the dog shit and just as
I was going in our apartment, this old lady who lives down stairs comes out
and says what a good boy I am for cleaning up the mess.  She'd been
watching from her window.  She even gave me a dollar.  I was so fucking
glad I hadn't picked it up in my hands like I wanted.  The dog shit stinked
different from my poo.  I stripped off, got in the tub, and fucking shit
smeared it all over me.  All over, even my face and hair.  I musta cummed
like 5 times jacking with it.  I thought about eating it, too, but I
couldn't get myself to do that.  The only problem was after I'd finished I
kept smelling dog shit."

   Dieter picked up his pace fucking into the shit.  "Ya know," he gasped,
"maybe we can get Cosmo to take a dump and we can feed it to Marky baby
here." The thought of feeding dog shit to his little lover-victim pushed
Dieter to the edge.  He jerked upright, scooped another handful of Donnie
shit, and jacked his five and half steel-hard inches wildly.  Donnie shit
flew everywhere.

   "Holy mother of god jesus fucking shit cocksucker," Dieter yelled.  His
cock spewed cum onto the Marky's shit smeared tummy.  One.  Two.  Three
solid pearlescent squirts spattered the deep brown shit.  One final drop of
jiz oozed out of Dieters piss slit and sat on the tip of his still hard
cock.

   "I wuv da way cum looks on poopoo," Dieter said, affecting baby talk,
sounding a lot like Marky.  It looks so yummy." He leaned over and licked
up each of the three wads of glistening jizz, licking a sizable swath of
shit at the same time.  When he'd cleaned all his jizz up, he knee-walked
to Marky's head.  He grabbed his shitty boner and pushed it against Marky's
lips.

   "Clean up my dookie dickie, Marky.  You know you want to." And Marky did
want to.  He readily accepted the quarter-thick cock and sucked the little
white glob off the tip first.  Then he sank his mouth over Dieter's
cockhead, pushing the oldest boy's foreskin back.  He couldn't get much in,
maybe about two inches.  But the five year old loved the feeling of this
big boy's dinky in his mouth.  He loved the taste of the good/mean boy's
poopoo he sucked avidly from the shaft.  For one brief moment, he forgot
how much his tummy ached and how bad he needed to poopoo.  For one brief
moment.  But then Dieter reached behind him as the little guy sucked him
and pressed hard against Marky's abdomen, hard enough that he thought he
could feel the shit log inside.  Marky yowled in pain.  Dieter slapped him.

   "Close your fucking mouth and suck Donnie's shit off my cock," Dieter
snarled.  He grabbed the shit-smeared red hair in the back of the smaller
boy's head and pushed his entire five and a half inches as far back as it
could go.  Dieter experienced a sensation he'd never had before -- his cock
in someone's throat, a tiny throat at that.  The throat clutched and
vibrated around his hard cock ("Would it ever go down?" he wondered but
prayed it's stay hard like this the rest of his life).  Dieter felt Marky's
throat spasm wildly.  Then a new feeling: soft, gooey warmth enveloped his
cock head.  It burned slightly, burned of bile and stomach contents.

   Marky struggled trying to push the bigger boy away but Dieter held his
place deep inside the little boy's throat.  The warm gooey mass pushed ever
upward until it surrounded the inch or so of cock fully in Marky's throat.
Dieter's piss hole burned fiercely but the burn made his cock even harder.
He'd just cum a few moments earlier sliding his cock through Donnie's shit
on Marky's tummy.  Or was it hours ago?  But the burn fueled a need to fuck
the tight, stuffed throat roughly.  Marky pounded on his chest and arms and
thrashed about trying to get away.  That only made Dieter hotter.  He
pulled his throbbing dick until the tip was at the very front of Marky's
mouth.  Marky stopped pounding on his abuser and spewed hot puke all over
Dieter's abdomen.  Dieter looked down as Marky retched once more.  Yellow,
green, and brown vomit exploded around his cock.  The puke smelled like,
well puke, but with a tinge of, what was that smell?  The puke had bits of
poop in it.

   "Fuck," Dieter screamed at the top of his lungs and jammed his cock back
down the tiny boy's retching throat.  "So nasty.  So fucking hot.  Burns.
Fuck it burns.  I'm fucking cumming again."

   Dieter might have been "fucking cumming," but the cum wasn't cumming. 
He'd cum so much already that he dry-spasmed inside the surge of vomit
surrounding his cock.  Puke sprayed out Marky's nose.  Marky began pounding
on him for thirty seconds then fell limp in his arms.  Dieter's dry cum
felt like it lasted for a long time, but in reality it only lasted fifteen
seconds.  As soon as the twitching, almost painful spasms passed, he
relaxed his bladder and flooded the tyke's throat with his piss.  Marky's
throat swallowed reflexively, but it couldn't keep up with the pace.  Piss
poured out the freckled, button nose of the unconscious boy.  It flowed
freely from Marky's slack lips and around Dieter's cock.

   Dieter pulled out before finishing and sprayed Marky's shit-smeared face
with the last 5 or so seconds of his piss.  Marky coughed.  His mouth gaped
open.  He coughed again and a flood of Dieter's piss spewed from his mouth,
flecked with bits of puke.  At the same time, his still hard one-inch boner
began spraying wildly.

   "Far fucking out, dude" Peter said pointing.  "He's pissing from both
ends at the same time.  The only thing better woulda been if he was pooping
out piss from his butthole at the same time."

   It was a funny scene, but Donnie didn't want Marky to piss out quite
yet. He had other plans for the little guy.  He dropped beside Marky just
as the boy was regaining consciousness and pinched the pissing pricklet
shut.

   Donnie leaned close to Marky and whispered in his ear, "Don't pee right
now, little buddy.  You're going to need that pee in a few minutes.  I
wanna do something real fun with you.  You won't like it at first.  I
didn't.  But you're going to fucking love it after awhile."

   Donnie's voice was soft and gentle.  He sounded like he liked his
shit-smeared, piss wet, pukey little victim.  To Donnie's surprise, he
realized he did like Marky.  He kind of hated him at the same time, but he
really felt something akin to affection swell in him.  He couldn't
understand his feelings.  He wasn't softening.  He wanted to hurt the
little boy even more than they'd already done.  He wanted Marky to
experience ...  That's what it was.  In a flash, Donnie understood his
feelings.  He did like the little guy a huge amount.  Marky was him five,
six, seven years back.  He no longer wanted to kill the boy.  No, Donnie
wanted to keep him, torment him, fuck him, make him eat shit.  Donnie
wanted to love him for a long time.

   Donnie's realization made him decide how he'd tell his story to his
friends.

   "Matt, can you bring my iPad over here?  Wipe your hands good and put it
in the waterproof case first.  Please?"

   Donnie let go of Marky's penis and scooted over to the large box.  He
pulled out a leather attaché case.  When he opened it, the boys looked to
see an assortment of odd-looking objects, wires, and -- in the center -- a
black plastic box with several dials and knobs.

   "I'm gonna do something I wasn't planning guys," Donnie said.  "Well, I
was kind of planning it but I've decided to do something different too.  We
gotta get Marky's dick cleaned up.  No shit on it.  Okay?  Andrew, do want
to do the honors?"

   Andrew looked at Donnie quizzically.

   "Suck him clean, dude," Donnie snarled.  "We all know you want to.  Matt
can help you."

   "Why the fuck didn't you say so?" Andrew said, dropping to his knees and
engulfing the hard little boy nail in his mouth.  Matt dropped on the other
side and began licking the little boy's tummy and where his balls should
have been.

   "Tastes a little like barf," Matt said.  "Kind of nasty."

   "Yeah," his shit-loving boyfriend said, releasing Marky's bonerette,
"and nasty is good!"

   When the two boys were done, Marky's little stiffy and a six-inch circle
of his lower tummy were spotlessly clean of shit and puke.

   Donnie pushed the two boys aside and knelt once again.  He leaned over
and whispered into Marky's ear, "Now you gotta pee, sweety.  It's real
important that you do.  If you don't pee, you'll get sick." He then
engulfed the little dickie in his mouth and pressed lightly on Marky's
bladder.  The flow started quickly and filled the bigger boy's mouth.  It
tasted strong with a tinge of poo taste, Donnie decided as he swallowed. 
Marky pissed for a long time, but as the flow slowed, Donnie pulled off and
let the last second or so arc upward and splash down on Marky's
shit-smeared chest.

   Donnie took a small foil wrapped pouch from a ZipLoc bag.  He opened it
and wiped Marky's penis with it.  Then he wiped his own hands so they were
free of any lurking shit smears.

   "The next thing's gonna hurt, baby," Donnie said louder but then
softened his voice and continued.  "But I really hafta do it."

   He then opened a long, thin foil pouch and removed a long plastic swap
with a small pre-moistened tip.  He held Marky's stiffy straight up and
pushed the swab into the reddened pee hole.

   Marky shrieked.  "It buhns.  It buhns.  Owie it buhn pwease stop it.  It
huhts."

   Donnie slowly pulled the swab up and down like he was fucking Marky's
piss tube.  "It's okay little guy.  It'll feel okay soon." And it did. 
Even though tears poured from Marky's eyes, the burning stopped quickly. 
When Donnie was finished cleaning out Marky's piss tube, he removed the
swab and slipped it into his own boner.

   "No use wasting it," he said.

   The boys gathered around the scene thought this was just another way to
torment their little victim.  They soon realized there was going to be even
more involved.  Donnie took a long, thin metal rod from a leather case.

   "Watch what I'm going to do," he directed the young boy.  Marky sat up
to watch as Donnie inserted the rod into his piss slit and slipped in and
out, just as he'd done with the swab in Marky's pee tube.  Donnie sighed
deeply.  "This really feels good, guys.  You should try it.  Fucking your
own fuck tube."

   "How's it feel, Marky-boy?" Marky's deep sigh and affirmative nod of the
head showed everybody how good it felt.  "This is called sounding and I
fucking love it.  It looks like you like it too." Donnie then fucked the
metal rod deeper and deeper into Marky's short urethra.  Donnie had done
this enough times with men, other boys, and himself to know when he'd made
it to the urinary sphincter.  He smiled, knowing the next push would breach
that barrier.  He pushed.  Hard.  Marky yelped.  He then taped it in place
with a piece of paper medical tape.

   "My turn, sweetheart." Donnie pulled out another long, metal rod and
tickled the tip of Marky's pipi with it.  With Marky still watching, he
gently inserted the rounded end into his own prick tip.  He fucked himself
deeply several times, then taped his sound in place.

   "All done.  For now." He then pulled a bunch of wires from the case.  He
attached one of the wires to the tip of the metal sound in Marky's pipi and
one to the rod in his.  Then he attached a pair of soft plastic clamps with
wires running from them to each of Marky's tyke nipples.  He took a pair of
nasty looking alligator clamps and showed them to Marky, whose eyes grew
wide.

   "No.  Pwese don't not those," the little guy pleaded.  Donnie opened and
closed them several times, teasing Marky with their vicious looking teeth.
But instead of putting them on Marky, he clamped them to his own hard
nipples.  His face twisted in pain but he didn't say anything.  He then
pushed a metallic loop -- with wires attached -- over Marky's still hard
pipi and tightened it so that it would not slip off.  Finally, he did the
same with his own straining cocklet.

   Donnie then spent a couple of minutes connecting the wires to the box
that had the dials and knobs.

   "Dieter, come here," he told the oldest boy.  He handed Dieter the box
and pointed to the knob on the left.  "Turn that slowly." Dieter complied.
Suddenly Marky sat upright, started jerking around and yelled. 
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!" Dieter was tempted to turn the knob back but resisted the
urge, enjoying the jerking, shrieking, and crying of the little boy in
front of him.

   "Now the other," Donnie urged.  "But do it fast until you get to the
same number on Marky's." Dieter did as directed, turning the knob to the
number 2.  Donnie jerked but didn't say a word.  "Okay, turn them down."

   As the current dropped to nothing, Marky slumped back on the tarp.

   "Okay," Donnie said to the gaped mouthed perverts around him.  "Time to
hear my story.  Or maybe I should say see it." Donnie sat crossed legged on
one side of Marky's supine body with the five other boys arranged in a
semicircle on the other side.  "The best way to tell my story is with a
movie."

   Donnie opened another video file on his iPad.  This one showed the same
boy they'd seen at the end of the first video.  The seven-year old redhead
was still on his knees with a thick, callused hand snapping the rubber
bands encircling his little dicklet.  He screamed with each snap.

   "This little faggot's named Branch.  He was seven when this was taken
seven years ago.  He's 14 now and he's a bigger faggot now.  But really
cute."

   The man who'd been snapping the rubber bands suddenly pushed Branch
backward.  The camera angle changed to show a burly man lift Branch's legs
up over his head and pull him to the end of a table.  The man had a thick
6-inch erection.  He spit on the tip, rubbed the cockhead around the boy's
asshole for a moment then jammed it in half way.

   The boy on the screen howled, pushed against the man, and twisted trying
to get away.

   "That's the only way to bust a cherry, Don.  Don't you agree?" the man
on the screen said.

   A voice off screen replied, "Damn fucking right it is.  That's why I
brought my others little grandson to watch you bust his cherry.  So he
could see what's in store for him."

   Branch kept twisting and screaming.  Off screen a tiny voice could be
heard, "Gwampa, I gotta go potty."

   "I love the screaming," the man off screen said.  "But I think he's got
to be taught to take his rapes like the little piece of shit he is. 
Donnie, if you have to go potty, you gotta do it in this faggot's mouth." A
man -- one not fucking the seven year old -- came into view and lifted a
very small naked boy onto the table.  The boys all gasped, even Marky.  The
boy had soft, dark blond hair and deep brown eyes.  Although a toddler
still with baby fat and much smaller than he was today, everybody could
tell the toddler was Donnie.  The man called Don moved into camera range
and arranged the toddler so he was straddling Branch's face facing the
older boy's feet.  The toddler sported an erection that looked bigger than
its two inches sticking up so prominently on his tiny body.

   "That's you, isn't it?" Dieter asked.

   "Yep."

   "And that's your grandfather?"

   "Same."

   "How old are you?" Peter asked.

   "Hang on.  The kid that was me back then will tell you pretty soon."

   Then the kid that was Donnie back then begged, "Pwease, Gwampa, I don't
wanna do poopoo on Bwanchy.  Pwease Gwampa."

   "You like doing it to me and when I do it to you, Donnie.  So why don't
you want to do it to Branchy here?"

   "Pwease Gwampa," was all toddler Donnie could say.

   Grampa took Donnie's little balls in his hand and squeezed really hard.
Donnie screamed.

   "You do what Grampa says.  You know what'll happen if you don't."

   His grandfather's admonition had quickly changed toddler Donnie's
attitude.  He loved playing poopoo games but had never done it in front of
anybody other than his grandfather.  He'd been embarrassed to play them in
front of his father who was pounding steadily into his seven-year old son's
hole.  He was especially embarrassed to do them in front of the big boy,
his older brother, even though that boy was shrieking and acting like a
little baby.  So the ball squeeze, his grandfather's frequent signal to
toddler Donnie to do as he said, was all he needed to abandon his
embarrassment and do what he loved to do.

   Donnie grunted and farted.

   "I pootied," he said joyfully.  "Here it comes, Gwampa.  My chocolate,
doodoo choo choo twain." Another camera angle.  Donnie's tiny asshole
twitched then opened slowly.  A small brown button appeared then slowly
grew into an inch long piece of thin, soft boy poo.  Donnie grunted again
and his hole opened more and little boy poo rushed out, landing directly in
Branch's screaming mouth.  Grampa's broad hands pushed Donnie down until
his hole pressed directly over Branch's mouth.

   "Mo poopoo coming Gwampa.  Sowwy.  Dis fun." Shit gooshed out from under
Donnie's chubby toddler cheeks.  He strained again and more soft shit oozed
out, spreading between Donnie's legs and over the rape victim's face.

   "Gooey pooey Gwampa.  Stinky gooey pooey."

   Grampa chortled and said to the rapist next to him, "I gave Donnie a
stool softener and laxative before bringing him over today.  And I added
some Cialis to his bottle that he finished right before we came in here.  I
was thinking of adding some Ecstasy, but decided I didn't want him to enjoy
today that much."

   Grampa then turned to his little grandson.  "You done pooping, Donnie?"

   Toddler Donnie on the screen strained, farted, and let go one last soft
gush of poo.

   "Am now Gwampa."

   Grampa lifted Donnie and turned him to see his handiwork.

   "Bwanchy's all poopoo.  Bwanchy's all poopoo," Donnie chanted.  Grampa
turned the toddler around to show the camera the three-year olds shit
smeared ass cheeks.

   "So's Donnie.  Donnie's all poopoo, too," Grampa said.  Little Donnie
reached behind and swiped his tiny hand on his shit covered chubby cheeks.
He pulled his hand to his nose, sniffed deeply, wrinkled his nose, then
licked the full length of his palm.  He stuck his tongue out at the camera
to show a big mass of poo in his mouth.  His little button nose was
smeared, too.  He closed his lips and moved his lips around, obviously
enjoying swirling his own shit around in his mouth.  He gulped audibly and
opened his mouth for Grampa and the camera.

   "Donnie good boy.  Ate all, Gwampa." It was obvious he'd done this
before.

   Suddenly Branch jerked upright and screamed really loudly.  The man
fucking him had his rubber banded balls in his hand and was twisting them
while he slammed and smashed into the seven year old.

   "Fucking cumming, Don.  Fucking cumming in my son.  In my little turd
sucker's asshole." With that the man picked the frightened seven-year old
up and jumped up and down, forcing his cock deep inside.

   "Bwanchy owie," toddler Donnie said.  "Daddy huht Bwanchy."

   Branch's father then slammed the boy back on the table.  He pulled out
brutally and swung away.  The man's cock -- still hard -- was smeared with
cum, shit, and a great deal of blood.

   "Your turn, John.  You get sloppy seconds of my boy's ass," Another man
- a tall, lanky black man with a huge cock -- took his place.  The new
rapist held his 9-inch thick boy fucker steady, aimed it, and jammed it in
the gaping asshole.

   Branch screamed.

   "Please, Daddy.  Tell him to stop.  Please, Daddy.  No more.  I'll be a
good boy."

   Don, still holding Donnie up to watch the scene, hooted.  "Fuck my
little fag grandson.  If you hurt him, I'll fix him up.  But now it's your
turn, Donnie."

   "What Gwampa?  Don't owie me.  Pwease!"

   Grampa ignored the toddler's pleas.  He plunked the little boy down on
the table and grabbed his hard little one-incher and thrust a thin cotton
swab into the tiny urethra.

   "YOOOOOOOOOW!" Donnie howled as the disinfectant burned inside.

   "Hold your son down, Travis," Grampa told his own son.  Travis, his own
cock Cialis and Ecstasy fueled, held his son tightly against the table.

   Grampa pulled the swab out and quickly replaced it with a long, thin
metal rod like the ones currently in Marky and big boy Donnie.  He then
wound an elastic metal band around toddler Donnie's tiny balls.  Wires
extended from both the rod and the metal band.

   "You do the honors, son," he said, handing his son a small plastic box
connected to the wires running from Donnie.

   Back in the barn, all the boys except Marky were wildly pulling on their
own drug-hardened dicks.

   "Watch what happens next, guys," ten-year old Donnie told them.

   As he said that, his grandfather on the screen reached over and scraped
shit off his elder son's face and rubbed it on his 7-inch plus, thick cock.

   "Shit's the perfect lube to use to rape your little grandson, ain't it
dad?" Travis asked his father.  "It's what you used for me the first time
when I was five."

   Without answering, Grampa shoved his thick cockhead into the tiny,
poo-covered rectum.  Three-year old Donnie's arms and legs stiffened and
his mouth flew open in a silent scream.

   "On the next thrust, Travis," Grampa said.  He waited for little Donnie
to relax a bit and as the tyke started sobbing, he slammed the rest of his
length into his grandson.  Donnie didn't have a chance to howl for as soon
as Grandfather slammed into him, his father twisted a dial on the box. 
Donnie jerked wildly on the table as if he were giving a seizure,
electricity surging through his tiny body.  His grandfather held him in
place while smashing repeatedly into his hole.

   Just as toddler Donnie was being brutally raped and his body started
jerking on the table, older Donnie turned the dials on the control box he
was holding a quarter of the way up.  Electricity surged through his little
dick and balls giving him a powerful orgasm the way he'd grown to like it
best.  He was used to it but Marky wasn't.  The little five-year old jerked
wildly like his abuser was doing on the screen.  Only his pain wasn't
silent.  His shrieks echoed throughout the barn.

   Donnie came down from his electrified orgasm and backed the dial off to
stop the flow of electricity into both their bodies.  As Marky settled back
to the tarp, Donnie took a deep breath and twisted the dial half way up --
but only on Marky this time.  The excruciating pain shaped Marky's mouth in
a death-like rictus.  The first blast of electricity stiffened every muscle
in the little boy's body.  Donnie back off the dial then spun it half way
once again.  This next surge of electricity loosened Marky's spastic
muscles.  Donnie backed off again then turned the dial quickly back up.

   Donnie mirrored exactly what was being done to him on the iPad screen.
The only difference was that toddler Donnie's father was raising and
lowering the current surging through the flailing three-year old in rhythm
to the vicious thrusting of Donnie's grandfather's cock.  Cock out -- dial
turned off.  Cock slammed in -- electricity slammed the toddler.  Big boy
Donnie matched twist of his dial with twist of the dial in the movie.  Only
he wasn't watching the screen.  He didn't need to.  He had seen his
deflowerment so many times and been fucked to it by so many men that his
muscles seemingly had developed memory of it.

   On screen, Grampa pulled back and stood quietly, his cock attached by
the thick cockhead to toddler Donnie's asshole.  Donnie's pale rectal
tissue sheathed three inches of the bloody, shit smeared shaft.  Little
Donnie slumped onto the table, quiet for a moment as Grampa waited. 
Donnie's father rubbed the three-year old's tummy and cooed at him. 
Branch, lying next to Donnie, had stopped screaming, but gasped loudly as
tears flowed and the tall, horse-cocked black man plowed his ass unabated.

   In the barn, Marky, too, settled down as the electricity's flow stopped.
He, too, wept silently, all ability to scream or talk shocked out of him.

   The rest of the boys alternately gawked at the movie and then at Marky,
unable to truly believe the disgusting scenes playing out before them.  Had
they been sober and drug free, each of them -- except nasty, vicious Peter
-- might have walked out.  But the drugs and alcohol had freed the darkest
centers of their souls.

   "Here it comes," Donnie whispered to his henchmen.

   Without warning, Grampa nodded to his son and slammed his cock's full
length back into toddler Donnie.  Simultaneously, Donnie's father on the
screen and older Donnie in the barn twisted the dial to full.  Marky's
muscles couldn't take the sudden onslaught of electricity.  They twitched
all over his body, some tightening painfully, some loosening completely. 
Marky's rectal muscles were among those that loosened completely exactly as
his bowel muscles contracted.  The shit-shooter tube shot out of Marky's
loosened sphincter.  The hole, now distended from the sudden passage of the
shit-shooter tube, erupted in a shower of boy shit that had been stuffed
inside him.  It gushed onto the floor between the Marky's legs, some
splattering on the boys watching him twitch and jerk.

   At the end of the shit explosion Hunter's monster shit log flew out and
flew three feet from the Marky's spasming, gaping asshole.  It plopped in
front of Matt and Andrew -- who'd been jacking each other's boners with
shit -- and broke in two.  Without saying a word to each other, the two
shit pervs each grabbed a piece, stuffed it in their mouths, and started
chewing on the fat piece of shit, now softened by being in Marky's colon.

   Dieter's perverted side, released by the video of Donnie's rape and by
seeing Marky electro-tortured, totally subdued all his inhibitions.  He
dropped to his knees in the mass of shit that'd shot from Marky and lifted
the twitching boy's legs up over his head.  Marky's gaping, bruised, blood
and shit-rimmed hole twitched with the current surging through him. 
Dieter's steel-hard 5.5 inches burned with need.  He grabbed it and pointed
it at his target.  He rammed it in as hard as he could.  Electricity pulsed
through Dieter's dick.  The 13-year old could not believe how much it hurt,
how great it felt.  His entire body tingled and twitched as electricity ran
from the little tyke into him.

   Donnie turned down the current and let Marky and Dieter relax a moment.

   "Look at the screen, guys," he told everyone, handing Peter the iPad. 
Marky was too out of it to look, but Dieter and the rest of the Little Boy
Rapers glanced at the screen.  As they did, Donnie walked over to Marky,
straddled his face, and squatted.  "Go ahead.  Watch what happened to
toddler Donnie way back then when I was three."

   Three-year old Donnie's grandfather held the wildly jerking boy down on
the table, pounding him brutally with his cock as electricity slammed into
toddler Donnie.  Beside him, John had picked up rag-doll limp Branch by the
chest and rammed the 7-year old up and down on his thick, blue-black nine
inch boy fucker.  Spit flew from the boy's mouth and his eyes sprang open
every time John slammed him back onto his cock.  Branch's mouth opened and
closed in a silent scream when with one final, vicious thrust, John came
inside the boy he'd paid $1000 to rape for sloppy seconds after seeing his
daddy bust his cherry.

   As John was cumming, he could feel Branch's lower intestine spasming
around his spewing cock.  This was not a dry cum -- exactly as John had
hoped.  He didn't want Branch to have any good feelings during his rape. 
These were the spasms that come as a child's about to lose bowel control.
John pulled the little, limp boy off his still spurting, blood, cum, and
shit-coated cock.  He held Branch directly over toddler Donnie's face, his
boy hole facing the camera.  Two inches of bloody rectal tissue dangled
from the gaping, twitching hole.

   John punched Branch hard in the tummy.  The punch awakened the boy out
of his fogginess.  The seven-year old screamed once.  His bowels loosening
completely.  Soft, deep brown, blood-streaked shit the consistency of
pancake batter splatted over toddler Donnie's face.  It was followed
immediately by yellow-brown diarrhea.  The first wave splashed on the poop
pile and all over the table.  John pushed the boy's spewing asshole right
over Donnie's mouth.  Diarrhea sprayed from the seal the man had made
between boy hole and even younger boy mouth.  Muffled cries escaped the
seal, cries followed by wild gulping as the wet shit threatened to choke
the tyke.

   Ten-year old Donnie spun the electro-stim dial to full -- sending the
largest surge of electricity yet into Marky and himself.  Donnie responded
the way he usually did when shocked at the highest level -- the same way he
did as a three-year old toddler when his grampa raped him the first time,
when his big brother shat diarrhea down his throat, when his father turned
the electro-stim up to full volt that time.  First, his body, now totally
out of his conscious control, was ripped by an orgasm that started in his
balls and tore through his entire body with the surging electricity. 
Ten-year old Donnie in the barn and toddler Donnie on the screen both
spasmed wildly, arms flailing, mouth drooling, eyes blinking.  Just like
Branchy on the screen, he lost all control of his bowels and soft, brown
shit surged out splattering Marky's face.  It was followed without stopping
with foul smelling, yellow-brown diarrhea that splashed over the little
victim and on Dieter's tummy, chest and face as he raped Marky, the
increased electricity pushing him into a dry orgasm stronger than any wet
one he'd ever felt before.

   The electricity surging through Donnie weakened his legs.  Without any
conscious effort, the boy plopped down on Marky's face.  Donnie had planned
this part of the five-year old's defilement when he first straddled the boy
perfectly.  His spewing asshole sealed against Marky's mouth filling the
tyke's mouth with its vile discharge.

   "Ewwwww," Matt exclaimed, still chewing madly on what remained of
Hunter's monster turd log and jacking himself with the soft shit Marky had
expelled a few minutes earlier.  "Ewwww it's fucking coming out of his
nose."

   Andrew, Matt's shit-loving boyfriend, dropped next to Marky's face to
get a better look.  Matt was right.  Diarrhea streaked with snot gushed
from the little boy's nose.  It also seeped out from under Donnie's skinny
ass cheeks.  Andrew licked the rotten smelling mess as it flowed from
Marky's nose.  Just at that moment, Donnie's orgasm ended.  He fell
forward, regaining enough control of his body to turn the electro-stim off,
but not enough control to stop his bowels from completely evacuating. 
Diarrhea splashed onto Andrew's hair and face.  The 11-year old shit-licker
planted his mouth over Donnie's pulsing asshole and gulped in the last of
Donnie's putrid offering.  As the flow of wet shit ended, Andrew stood,
embraced Matt, and shared the diarrhea with his new boyfriend.

   On the screen, John moved Branch's limp body from Donnie's face and let
diarrhea spray over the three-year old's hair, face, and body.  Some of the
yellow brown, bloody liquid spattered Grampa.  The shear nastiness of being
spattered with his grandson's bloody diarrhea pushed him over the edge. 
His 7-inch Cialis/cocaine and Ecstasy fueled cock spurted four times inside
his younger grandson.  Grampa's son Travis could tell his father was
cumming and turned off the electricity as he'd been trained to do over many
years of brutal incestuous coupling.

   Grampa ripped his still hard, bloody cock from his from his grandson's
hole and squirted the last two shots of cum onto his heaving,
diarrhea-coated tummy.  Three inches of rectal tissue protruded from
Donnie's torn hole.

   Grampa laughed when he saw the swollen purple tissue.  Panting heavily,
he pointed to it and said to his son, "You're going to have to push that
back inside.  And after you and John are finished with our fuck toys, we'll
have to sew `em up." Grampa moved away from three-year old Donnie giving
the little boy's father access to his abused hole.  Travis aimed his
shorter but thicker cock in line with the prolapsed rectal tissue and
shoved in as hard as he could.  Toddler Donnie sat upright and screamed.

   Grampa took Branch's limp body from the black man who'd paid well for
the right to abuse the two boys.  He dropped the boy roughly on the table
and squeezed the boy's tiny balls hard, the pain bringing Branch back to
consciousness.

   Grampa leaned down to Branch's ear.  "You two boys are lucky fuck fags,
grandson," he said.  "Both your daddy and your Grampa are doctors.  After
tonight, you'll both need us to fix you up.  That is, if you survive
because this is just the beginning."

   The screen faded to black with Brach screaming.

   Ten-year-old Donnie had seen the professionally produced movie of his
brutal first rape many times but it never ceased to excite him.  He took
the iPad back from Peter and replaced it in the box.

   "Wild, ain't it?" he asked his fellow little boy rapists.

   "What happened after that?" Peter asked.

   "Well, me and Branch both survived, obviously.  It went on a long time.
Grampa, daddy, and the big black guy, John, fucked us both a bunch of
times. The cameramen -- there were three of them -- did too.  I don't
really remember it except from the movie.  But Branch does.  He's got a
special souvenir from that day.  Maybe I'll tell you about it someday.

   "But I don't know about you guys.  I'm tired and could use some more
coke.  How about it?"

   Donnie set up the coke shooter and had Dieter blow the first load into
his piss hole.  He then set it up for each of the other boys and in turn
Dieter blew it into each of their piss holes including Marky.

   "Hey guys," Donnie said as they settled down around the shitty,
diarrhea-spattered tarp.  "We've all had a good time, but we've left
someone out.  Here Cosmo!"

   The Great Dane perked his head up, looked at his master, stood, and
trotted over.  Marky, who'd been dozing off before the coke hit him, heard
the dog's name, sat straight up and yelled, "No doggy.  Pwease.  No doggy.
Fwaid of doggies."

   Donnie laughed.  "That's the point, faggot."

   {To be continued.  I'd love to hear what you think of this story.  Let
me know -- good and bad -- at antoniogreen@writeme.com.}