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 Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus

   bb, tb, ws, scat, oral, anal, lac (incidental), incest, noncon

   By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com

   This story will contain scenes of sex between boys and a boy and his
infant (then toddler) brother including watersports and scat scenes.  It
also will contain recollections of forced incest and boy prostitution.  But
the basis of the story is love -- love between brothers and love between
boys.

   If any of this offends you, do not read this story.  If this is illegal
where you live, do not read this story.  If you are underage, do not read
this story (come back when you're old enough).  But if you'd like to read a
well-written story by a professional writer, enjoy.

   And please do not print this story on a public computer and leave it in
the printer (as was done with Chapter 1).

   Chapter 6: Brian's Descent

   From Chapter 5:

   As Brian lovingly washed Danny's bony body, the younger boy melted
against his chest.

   "Brian," he said, "you don't have to tell me.  But if you want to, I
want to hear about your dad and stuff he's done."

   Brian had dreaded this moment after he'd brought it up.  He hadn't
wanted Danny to know about the years of abuse and abasement.  But now,
having shared so much, he felt he could finally tell about it to someone he
cared for, to someone he loved.

   "Like I said, I was six.  Just turned six.  My dad came home drunk.  The
next door neighbor'd been watching me and my brother, but she was drunk,
too.  He sent her home.  He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to his
room.  Then..."

   Now on to Chapter 6:

   "He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to his room.  Then he picked me
up and threw me on the bed.  Rough.  I banged my head against the wall. 
Fuck.  That hurt so much.  I started bawling.

   "It's funny.  Lots has happened to me since that first time.  Can't
remember that much.  But that first time.  It's like a movie.

   "So anyways, the bastard slapped me really hard.

   "He yelled at me, `Shut up pussy.  You keep crying and I'll bite your
dick off.' Guess I musta shut up cuz I still got my dick."

   Brian took a breath and began lovingly washing Danny's hair.  The
shampoo smelled like strawberries.  Danny had never enjoyed having his hair
washed by his Mama.  This was different.  He loved the way Brian scrubbed
his scalp and carefully rinsed his hair, making sure to keep water and soap
out of his eyes.

   "I gotta use plain soap on it now, Danny.  Can't have you going home
smelling like strawberry shampoo.

   "I don't really remember him taking off my PJs or his own clothes.  I
just remember his big hairy body kneeling over me.  One leg on each side.
And his dickie looking huge and hard and really nasty.  I'd never seen a
big one.  It was staring at me.  I remember thinking the pee hole looked
like an eye.  A wet, angry eye.

   "He grabbed my hair and pushed his dickie at my mouth.  I know I'm kinda
old to be calling a cock a dickie.  But I was just 6 then.  That's what is
was to me.  A dickie.  What he said next.  Shit it was so fucking mean.  `I
didn't get you nothing for your birthday last week, faggot.  So here's your
present.  And you better not bite it or I will kill you.'

   "You know, I think he really woulda.  You can bet I wasn't gonna try and
find out.  I opened up real wide.  He jammed that fucker in hard and fast.
So fast I gagged, coughed, then started to puke.  Only problem was he'd got
it in my throat.  So the puke went up the holes in the back of your throat
and out my nose.

   "`Goddamn.  I love the way that feels,' that asshole yelled.  `When some
faggot's puke burns at my piss hole!' He pulled out and I exploded puke all
over the place.

   "He grabbed me by the hair again.  `That must taste pretty bad.  I'm
gonna make it better,' he says.  `Open that cock hole.' I had no idea what
he meant.  Then he slaps me again.  `Open your fuckin' mouth.' I did. 
Fast. I couldn't really see much cuz I was crying so hard from the puking.
From everything.  Next thing I know, my face is getting sprayed.  Didn't
have to see to know it was his piss.  It was hot and it stank.  He pushed
it right into my mouth and I started swallowing.  It did rinse out my
mouth. And my nose cuz it went out there, too."

   Brian knelt and began soaping Danny's little worm.  He cupped the tight
little ball sac, carefully cleaning shit off as he rubbed gently.  The
feeling of the older boy's hands, the soap, the warm water, and the love
Danny felt sent tingles through his groin.  But his boy parts were worn out
and didn't respond, as much as Danny wanted them to.

   "You ever played with poop on your dick before?" Brian asked, suspending
his narrative for a moment.

   Danny shook his head "no."

   "Let me tell you.  Shit is like the most bestest stuff to jack off with.
Soft shit is.  Specially if it's right from the asshole.  But you gotta be
real careful if you do."

   "What's jack off mean?" Danny asked.

   Brian chortled.  "Rubbing your dink so you get the good feeling.  Called
jerkin', jackin', poundin your meat.  You know how good it felt rubbing in
it today?  Well, I love to take a dump in my hand and use it to rub myself
off.  Gotta be gooey and messy to do it right.  Your log is fun but it
don't work for jackin too good.  But like I said.  You gotta be careful. 
If you get poop in your pee hole you can get a bad infection or something.
And the medicine makes you feel awful.  So after you gotta wash real good.
Then you gotta piss to clean it out inside.  Do you gotta go right now?"

   Danny did need to piss and was holding it.  Although he and his older
lover had engaged in the nastiest imaginable play, he now felt shy.  Even
so, he admitted he did need to go.

   Brian lifted the limp one inch flesh tube and pointed it at his mouth.

   "Let go.  Let me drink it."

   When Danny finished pissing, Brian turned him around.

   "Gotta clean you up back here.  Hm, doesn't look too bad.  A little red.
Don't let your mom see you back here for a day.  And when you leave, put
some TP in your undies.  You're gonna drip from my pee.

   "So.  Like I was saying.  My dad pissed in my mouth.  I didn't like it
too much.  Cuz he was so rough.  But I'd been drinking my own pee for a
long time so it wasn't like real bad.  He moved around and then pushed my
legs up to my chest.  I'd never heard of fucking or anything like that. 
But with that monster dick bobbing between his legs.  And him right at my
poop hole.  I knew what was coming.  I started wiggling and yelling and
begging.  I was so fucking scared.

   "Then he poked it at me.  Bam.  Real hard.  Fuck it hurt.  Nothing
happened.  It just hurt.  Didn't go in.

   "Then I heard my brother.  I didn't even know he was in the room. 
`Dad,' he said from the doorway.  `You gotta use something.  You'll rip him
up.' My asshole father grunted.  `Don't care if I rip the shit out of him.
He deserves it for being a little faggot.' After a couple of real painful
jabs at my asshole, he gave up.  `Get me the cream.  His hole's tighter
than yours was the first time.  Surprised he can shit outta that thing.'

   "Next thing I remember is something gooey and cold on my hole.  Then
something not too big pushing in.  Not too big but big enough.  One of his
rough fingers.  I yelped.  He slapped me.  `Better shut up, faggot baby. 
This ain't nothing compared to my horse cock.' Michael -- that's my brother
-- he laughed.  `Fuck, dad, You're one mean motherfucker.' I could feel the
bastard spreading the cold stuff inside me."

   Brian stood up and handed Danny a toothbrush.  He spread toothpaste on
it.

   "I hope you don't mind using my toothbrush.  When you're done, you gotta
use mouthwash.  Can't have you kissing your mom with poopy breath.  Can we,
Poopoo Baby?"

   While Danny brushed his teeth, Brian washed himself though not as
thoroughly as he'd washed his little buddy.  They stepped out of the shower
and Brian rubbed Danny with an old towel.  When the younger boy was dry, he
dried himself.

   "I gotta do something that's gonna hurt a little.  But you hafta let me.
Okay?"

   Danny nodded.

   Brian took a needle-less syringe from the medicine cabinet and filled it
from a bottle.  He grasped Danny's penis around the head and slipped the
tip of the syringe into the pee hole.

   "It'll burn a little.  But this will make sure you don't get poop germs
in it.  One of my father's regular customers is a doctor.  He got me
started doing this after the first time I got sick from getting poop in my
pee pipe."

   Danny hissed when the fluid was forced inside.  It did hurt.  A lot.  He
wanted to cry out, but he bit his lip.  He didn't want Brian to think he
was a cry baby.  Poopoo baby, yes.  Cry baby, no.

   When Brian finished with Danny, he refilled the syringe and repeated the
process on himself.

   "You get used to it pretty fast" he said.  "I like the way that feels
now."

   Brian picked Danny up and carried him back into his room.  It was chilly
with the window open, but the smell had mostly dissipated.  The boys
dressed themselves.

   "Wanna hear more?"

   Danny did want to hear more.  And he didn't.  He had trouble seeing his
big, buff friend as a little boy.  But it hurt deeply that he'd gone
through such pain.

   "I guess so.  If you want to tell me."

   "I do.  It's funny.  Lots of men have had me.  They all know about this.
But you're the first one who isn't someone who's pounded into me.  I want
you to know.  It makes it easier for me.

   "So anyways, my father got some of the lube in me.  That's what the
cream stuff is called.  I can hear some squishy noises he's making.  I look
up between my legs.  I'm crying, but I can see him rubbing the stuff on his
dick.  It was all shining and red and really huge looking.

   "He sees me looking.  `Ya probably don't want to watch.  But if you
do...' That's all he said.  Before I could lie back down he jams the huge
fucker right into me.  Shit.  I felt like I'd been ripped in two.  The pain
from when he'd first poked it at me.  Nothing in comparison.  This hurt
even more than when he'd broked my arm when I was 4.  Way more.

   "I started screaming at the top of my lungs.  Just screaming.  Then I'm
begging him to take it out.  Next thing I know Michael's saying something
like `Way to go, dad.  You jammed him good.'

   "I feel wet back there.  I know I'm bleeding to death.  Asshole takes a
breath then slams it in.  All the way.  My first time ever and he's got his
fat 8" all the way to his short hairs.  I can feel them scratching my
cheeks.  Then he pulls back and I think it's over.  Boy was I wrong.  Slam.
Back in.  I can feel my asshole holding on to his cock real tight when he
pulls back.  It's like I'm being turned inside out.

   "I don't know how long he kept it up.  It felt like forever, but he
usually lasts 10 to 15 minutes.  Finally, he picks up the pace.  Me
screaming shit murder.  My asshole brother laughing and cheering the whole
time.  Then one last time he jams it in.  It's like he's trying to climb
inside me he's pushing so hard.

   "Sometimes guys'll say they can feel a guy coming in them.  I can
sometimes now.  Not then.  All I could feel was the fire inside me. 
Burning me up.  The pain.

   "He pulls back and starts to pull out.  I can't help it.  Just as his
big, fat cockhead pulls free of my hole, I explode in diarrhea.  Like I
told you.  Man it stinked.  I knew he was gonna kill me for pooping on him.
I started crying even harder and saying I'm sorry and all that shit.  Then
I can hear him laughing.  So's Michael.  Next thing I know, he's got me
lifted up like a beaten puppy and pushes my face right down into his
crotch. Diarrhea everywhere.

   "He pushes my head around in it.  `Lick it up, little faggot.  You shit
on me.  You clean it up!' I thought I was going to throw up again.  I held
my nose and it wasn't that bad.  Kind of sour.  Not much else.  After a few
minutes, he wipes his crotch with my hair and stands up.

   "He calls over to my brother, `Make sure he cleans this up.' My brother
comes near the bed.  `Can I have a shot at him, dad?' Asshole just grunts.
I guess he means yes cuz my brother says, `Yay!.'

   "Once the asshole leaves, my brother says, `Looks like you get to share
in the fun now, little faggot.  Guess I get a break.' He looks right at my
hole and wipes it with the sheet.  `Fucker didn't leave me nothing.  Looks
like you could drive a truck through your shit hole, little faggot boy.'

   "By this time my brother'd stripped.  I'd seen him naked many times, but
never thought much about it.  Now.  Wow.  Even though he was 11, he looked
big down there.  Nowhere near as big as the asshole.  But big enough.  He
wasn't really.  But compared to my little stuff.  So he feeds it to my
face. Fucks his cock in and out making me gag.  But I don't barf this time.
His dry comes.  Then he pisses in my mouth.  Feeds me some more of my
diarrhea, all the time calling me nasty names.

   Finally climbs on top and shoves his dick in my asshole.  He kept
yelling at me to squeeze.  But I couldn't.  I don't think he felt much. 
But he rode me good.  One time he even shoved his dick in my nose.  Said if
my asshole wasn't tight, he'd find a tight hole to fuck.

   "He musta dry cummed like 5 times.  When he was all done sexing, he
cleaned me up even though the asshole'd told him to have me do it.  When he
was all done, he went to his room and then came back with a diaper.  "Gonna
need this, Bri.' He fixed me up and then leaned real close to me.  `You'll
get used to it, kiddo.  Maybe even like it.' Then you know what he did?  He
kissed me on the forehead.  He never, ever kissed me."

   Danny looked stunned at Brian.  "Did you get used to it?" he asked.

   "Yeah.  I did.  I learned to love the feelings.  Hate my asshole father.
Michael's kind of a creep.  He gets real rough when he's stoned.  But he's
okay.  You can tell I really got to like the nasty stuff.  Hey, you ever
poop your pants on purpose?"

   Danny shook his head.  "Never thought of it.  Is it fun?"

   "Hella fun.  Maybe one day we can do it.  Do you think I'm weird or
crazy or something?"

   Danny was about to say "no" then thought about it.  "Yeah.  Weird.  But
so am I.  When you asked about pooping your pants, I knew I wanted to.  And
pee them.  I never ate real poop before today.  But I eat my little
brother's.  That's pretty sick.  I get the feeling when I do.  It tastes
way different."

   Danny told Brian about Timmy and his dark play with his infant brother.
By the time he'd finished, Brian's cock was jutting stiffly out of his open
jeans.

   "Wow!  Don't you ever stop?" Danny asked, pointing at Brian's boner.

   "Are you hard?" Brian asked.

   "No.  I think I broke it," Danny giggled.  "You want me to do something
to that?"

   Danny lovingly sucked his boyfriend over the next 15 minutes.  During
that time, Brian unraveled the story of his being his father's whore.  How
he got sold to men for all types of sex including rough and raunchy sex.

   When Brian's cock throbbed in his mouth, to Danny's disappointment
nothing came out.

   "Looks like you're kind of broken too," Danny laughed.  Then his brow
wrinkled and he asked seriously, "How did you know I'd like doing this
stuff?  I mean the sexy stuff and the poop and pee stuff?"

   "I dunno, Danny.  I just got a feeling.  I mean you're always so quiet
and good in school.  But I felt something about you.  Maybe I just hoped.
God, if I'd been wrong.  I'd probably killed myself.  For real!"

   Tears filled Danny's eyes.  He punched Brian's arms, hard.  "Don't you
ever say that.  You can't do anything like that.  I don't know what I'd do
without you."

   "Turned out okay, I guess.  You're my special Poopoo Baby.  There been a
couple other kids my father's customers have brought.  I knew it about
them. Knew they liked the poo and pee stuff even though we always pretended
we didn't."

   The two boys cuddled for a few minutes.  But Danny knew his Mama would
be there soon to pick him up.  They spread some textbooks on the couch so
that it's look like they'd been doing school work and cuddled some more. 
Shortly before she was due to arrive, Brian left the room and came back
with a ZipLoc bag filled with ten triangular orange pills.

   "Here," he said, handing the bag to Danny.  "I want you to take one of
these right before we get together to play sex again."

   Danny's face looked like he was about to burst into tears.  He was
saddened and angry all at once.

   "I don't do drugs!" he snarled, knocking the bag onto the the floor.

   Brian pulled him close and hugged him.  "These aren't those kinds of
drugs.  They're boner pills.  They don't get you high.  They just keep you
hella hard and horned up.  I use them a lot."

   "Did you use one today?"

   Brian shook his head.  "No.  I'm horned just cuz of you.  If you don't
want me to use them with you, I won't.  I gotta use them with my customers
though."

   Danny thought for a moment.  "Do you think I'd still be hard if I took
one?"

   "I know you would."

   Danny pulled out of Brian's hug and picked up the pills.

   "Next time, then!"

   Just at that moment, they heard a car pull up outside.  Rushing to the
window, they saw Debra climbing out of the front seat.

   Brian kissed Danny quickly.  "Not much time left, Big D.  I love you so
much."

   "Not as much as I love you," Danny countered.

   "Asshole!  One more thing.  Do you think I could come over sometime and
like see your little brother.  Not do anything.  Well not much.  But eating
his poop sounds so awesome."

   Danny reached up, flung his arms around his lover's neck and planted
another juicy kiss on his lips.
   "It'd be great!" Danny answered.