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Innocence Lost - 15
by Tim S. (no address provided)

***

The continuation of my "Innocence Lost" storyline, where 
I go on a camping trip with many men and boys. Carnality 
ensues. (Mm, ped, inc, scat, orgy)

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PART 15: Camping Trip, Part 2

Tuesday

The next morning I awoke refreshed and ready for another 
day of fun and frolicking naked in the sun. I got up and 
out of the tent just in time to see Dr. Joe's car come 
driving down the road. I helped him deliver the day's 
food and waited patiently for him to make his morning 
rounds. 

When that was over, I took him on his car again, this 
time, however, we laid out in the back seat to be more 
comfortable. He took me from behind, pressing me down so 
hard that soon I was completely prone on the upholstery, 
making little white stains from the fluids escaping my 
penis. I don't really think it concerned him, what with 
how hard he was slamming into me and saying,

"I thought about you all day and all night yesterday, 
Timmy. I really didn't think that you'd live up to your 
promise. But I kept getting these hard-ons. Do you how 
hard it as to hide them from all of my patients and my 
wife? Fuck, I've been wanting this for so long and now 
I'm going to enjoy it!" And enjoy it he did. He didn't 
stop after his first orgasm. After his second one, all 
he did was flip over so that I could ride him and he 
even tried to keep going after the third, but his dick 
betrayed him by going a bit flaccid. "Well, I guess 
that's it for today. See you tomorrow?" 

"I'm looking forward to it." I said, with a kiss. We had 
fucked so long that I had completely missed breakfast, 
but Bear had saved me a plate and I joined him while 
everyone was in the midst of the morning meeting and 
Vance was going over today's schedule. So far they had 
discussed a volleyball tournament and swimming lessons 
for the youngsters, if we were interested. After lunch 
came a demonstration that was being given by Bear about 
how to cast your own cock rings. 

I had no idea what the hell that was. I mean, sure, ok, 
a ring for your cock, that was evident, but that was all 
that I understood. When I tried to ask Bear, he just 
told me to wait and that I would see. Then dinner 
followed by what Vance only called the "daily 
competition for the boys-oral." Again, Bear was not 
forthcoming with any info. 

After the competition was the reward and that was it for 
the day. When the meeting broke up, Bear told me that he 
was going to have to miss the morning activities to get 
some items from his house for his demonstration today. I 
was a bit saddened by this, but he told me that Vance 
had already agreed to watch me for the day and be my 
surrogate parent if I agreed. I was quite okay with this 
and when Bear left a short while later I found Vance and 
he took me to his tent.

"You're too pale." he told me. And he was right. I've 
always had troubles tanning. Plus the pale blue eyes and 
almost white hair made me look close to an albino. 
"We've got to give you some colour. So no sun block for 
you today. Instead we're just going to oil you up." He 
smiled at this and grabbed a bottle of what he called 
"special oil". 

"Let's go outside so we don't mess up the inside of my 
tent, okay?" 

I agreed and soon we were out in full view of everybody 
and he was liberally coating me in the slick stuff. It 
had a dark pallor to it and smelled a little weird. Not 
quite flowery, more masculine, like something earthy. 
Many men stopped to watch. A few offered to help. Vance 
looked at me and I nodded in agreement, so soon I had 
several hands roaming all over my naked form, coating me 
in the oil. 

I just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of their hands 
entering my crevices and running over my protuberances. 
After a bit, Vance stood back and admired their 
handiwork, smiling at my nude, glistening form. He asked 
me to return the favor and I took great pleasure in 
anointing him with the oil as well. I had to cover every 
inch of him myself, which was alright with me. I even 
went so far as to slide a finger into his rectum, as 
many of the men had done to me. He just laughed at that. 

When I was done, his body took on a reflective veneer 
and looked delicious. We embraced, allowing our greasy 
flesh to slide over each other. Finally he took me back 
inside of his tent where he laid out a large towel and 
had me lay out on my hands and knees. I had a good idea 
of what was coming next and Vance didn't fail me. I felt 
him run his hands over my backside and delve deep into 
my hole. Two, three, four fingers inside with little or 
no resistance whatsoever. I just moaned a bit. 

Soon his hand was replaced by his massive tool and it 
filled me. He humped at me and after a bit it turned 
into some real fucking. Then he grabbed me by the chest 
and lifted me so that his chest slid up and down my back 
as he lifted and dropped me, holding me off the floor of 
the tent with just his manhood. It was so good and I 
could feel Dr. Joe's earlier contribution sliding out of 
me, frenching Vance's genitals so that there was a wet 
slapping sound when our skin met. 

I'm sure that it was dripping off his balls and on the 
towel. I guess that is why he put it down, and here I 
thought it was for the oil. He jizzed inside of me and 
let me lay down again, waiting until going completely 
flaccid before withdrawing and returning my plug to its 
proper place.

We returned to the outside world in time to join the 
volleyball tournament and were teamed up with another 
father/son team named Scott and Drew. Scott was the 
father and was well suited to playing volleyball, tall 
and with an athletic build. Nice cock, too. His son Drew 
was about fourteen and built just like his father, with 
his pubes just starting to grow in. I noticed that they 
both allowed their pubes to grow in above the belt, but 
shaved their scrotums. Not sure why. Guess they just 
liked smooth balls. 

We easily won the first game, but the second was a bit 
of a challenge. We won it, but not by much. The hard 
part for me was to try to keep my eye on the volleyball 
and not on the flopping, jumping balls that were hanging 
from all of the men. I especially enjoyed when we were 
sitting out, watching the others play in their matches. 
I could ogle without having to worry about missing a 
hit. 

We eventually made it to the final round, but the other 
half of our team wasn't happy and Scott was arguing with 
Vance about whether or not they should forfeit the game. 
I was having trouble figuring out why. I walked over to 
a group that had formed and was watching the argument. I 
came to find out that the last match would be against 
the McCready's. 

They apparently had a bad reputation around the camp of 
being a bit rough with the other boys and not many of 
the fathers would allow their sons to be with them. I 
looked over at our soon to be rivals. The fathers were 
brothers and (from what I heard) their sons had the same 
mother. If all of the rumours were to be believed, the 
fathers started fucking each other when they were kids. 
They came from a pedophile family and their sister used 
to (and still does) fuck them. 

They also fucked their mother and started fucking their 
sons when they were still wearing diapers. Seems that 
one of the boys (who were both sixteen, but were not 
twins, oddly enough) already had gotten their own mother 
pregnant (who, according to some was actually their 
aunt). Look, don't ask me, okay? This was what I got 
from the rumour mill, as I said. Anyway, they almost got 
kicked out of the group last year for being too rough on 
one of the boys, who didn't even want to come back this 
year. 

All that I knew was that I wanted to play volleyball and 
have some fun. So I walked back to where Vance and Scott 
were arguing and tried to broker a deal. 

"Why are you fighting?" I asked innocently.

"I'm not letting those bastards touch my son!" Scott 
snapped.

"So don't. Why would they?"

"Because the winners of the fucking volleyball match win 
the losing team's boys for an hour! And if we lose I'm 
not letting them do to my son what they did to that 
other boy last year!" By this time the McCready's had 
wandered over to us to listen in.

"Look. We didn't do anything to that boy that he didn't 
want to have happen." said one of them.

"Bullshit! I heard all about it and you fuckers won't 
lay a finger on my son!"

"Look, we just came here to play some volleyball. We 
just want to have fun." he countered.

"Like hell!" I had just about enough of this and I just 
really wanted to play, as well, so I sized up the 
competition. They didn't look like much. Both dads were 
overweight. Not grossly, mind you, but overweight just 
the same. The boys, too. I also checked out their junk, 
as though that was any measure of physical, volleyball 
hitting prowess. Not bad. Not bad, at all. Perhaps a bit 
longer than average, but nothing that I wasn't used to. 
I liked how all of their balls hung really low, as 
though they were all absolutely full and brimming with 
cream. That's when I decided to put my ass on the line, 
so to speak.

"Look, how about, instead of getting both boys for an 
hour, I instead let them have me for two?" Vance got 
this sudden look of concern on his face. I looked back 
at him.

"Timmy, I don't really think..."

"It's alright, Vance, really. I mean come on you've seen 
what I've gone through before. Can they be any worse? 
Besides, I'm a blue boy (yes, I played that card). 
Doesn't that mean that I get to choose who I get to be 
with, when I get to do it and how?" He was about to 
argue with me, but one of the McCready boys cut him off.

"That's right. Bear obviously wanted him to be a blue 
boy for a reason like this. So shouldn't he decide?" He 
looked from Vance to me and I could swear that I saw a 
bit of hunger in his eyes. 

"But I'm not his father. I'm just watching him. I can't 
agree to something like that!"

"You don't have to Vance," I said calmly, "blue boy, 
remember?" 

"Yeah, but Timmy, you don't understand."

"I understand well enough, Vance. But I just want to 
play volleyball. Besides, with two big guys like you and 
Scott on the team, how could we lose?" He seemed to 
consider this. 

"We agree to the deal, but since we're losing a boy, we 
want three hours!" another McCready chimed in.

"How is that fair?" Vance retorted. "Two hours is more 
than enough."

"We want three!"

"Two and a half!"

"Deal." It took Vance a second to realize what he had 
just been roped into and he was a bit flabbergasted by 
the whole ordeal. But finally he came to terms with it 
and finally said,

"Fine. Let's just play." Well, remember when I said that 
with Vance and Scott on the team we couldn't lose? I was 
wrong. Apparently, being a bit overweight actually 
helped you to play volleyball better. We didn't get our 
asses handed to us, but we still lost. Vance wasn't 
happy, but all he could think of to say was,

"Just wait until your daddy gets back and finds out what 
you did." I couldn't help but laugh at that. I guess in 
some weird, perverted way we had somehow become one big 
happy family. 

Well, to make a long story short, Bear wasn't too happy 
with the deal we had brokered when he got back, but he 
said that a deal was a deal, and that Vance had agreed 
to make me a blue boy, so this was partially his fault. 
He said the last part in jest, though, laughing as he 
said it. He got serious for a second and asked me if I 
was sure that I was willing to do what I had promised. I 
gave him the same rationale that I had given to Vance 
and Bear agreed that maybe I had been through worse 
before, so he was okay with it. As we talked we unloaded 
the back of Bear's truck and set up. It ended up being a 
smelter and other items to make metal cock rings. 

Bear gave the class and everyone in the group attended. 
Bear had us all wrap a thick cord around our genitalia 
and press that into bowls of sand. He used these as the 
molds to pour molten metal in. As we waited for them to 
cool, the McCready's made their way over to us to ask 
when they would get their time with me. 

"After tonight's competition and reward. I've already 
entered Timmy in the competition."

"That's fine, but we want him good and dirty. No bathing 
today, or after the reward, alright?"

"Not a problem. Got that, Timmy?"

"Yes sir."

"Inside and out, got it?"

"Yeah, we understand. No cleansing any part of him 
before he comes over." He turned to me. "Sorry, Timmy, 
but no swimming lessons for you today." I used my whole 
body to show my disappointment. "Got no one to blame but 
yourself, son. You need to learn that when you make a 
deal, you honor that deal, no matter the consequences."

"Yes, sir," I said, still disappointed, but 
understanding the lesson that Bear was trying to instill 
in me. When the metal cooled, he took the rings out and 
ground down the rough edges before polishing them. He 
kept mine for last, saying that mine was going to be 
special, made of silver. He took a long time to make 
sure that it was smooth. 

We ate lunch as we finished the rings. I got to place 
each and every single one on it's owner's pieces, making 
sure that I placed them just right. I kind of enjoyed 
that. 

After that everyone went for swim lessons but me, 
instead I got to hang around with the men as they 
bullshitted about the boys, watching them splash around 
in the water. I was a bit jealous, but understood the 
reasons for my inability to join them. I tried to get 
something started with Bear, but he just shut me down, 
telling me to save it for later that night. I was again 
disappointed, but sat there like the good little boy 
that I was. 

When the boys finished drying off, dinner was served, I 
helped the men make it. After dinner we all gathered for 
the first contest of the week. I had no idea what was in 
store for me. All of the boys who were entered gathered 
up on stage and so did some of the selected men. The 
selection process happened at dinner, here a bag was 
passed around with marbles in it. 

All of the men picked a marble and the twelve that got a 
black marble got to go up on stage for the contest. They 
were obviously all excited and happy when they got up on 
stage and each one was as hard as stone. They all sat 
down and spread their legs as Vance took the stage.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the first competition of the 
week!" he announced. "As you all know, tonight is the 
oral portion of our contests and the rules are simple. 
Each of these sixteen boys on stage will go down on each 
one of these lucky men for two minutes. The men will 
grade each boy on a scale from one to ten and the boy 
who gives the best head wins the prize of his choice. 
Any questions men? No? Good. Boys? No? Excellent, then 
form a line and start sucking!"

We all squeezed into a line and each took their turn, 
moving on down to the next man when Vance called out the 
time. I was somewhere in the middle of the line. I 
looked out into the audience for Bear, noting that the 
McCready's were absent from the crowd. I really didn't 
care, but it seemed a bit strange to me that they didn't 
want to be around to see the show. Bear gave me this 
look that said to give them hell. I wanted to win this 
contest, so I worked each man over the best that I 
could. 

Oh yes, I promise you that I did. I took each one of 
them deep, all of the way down until my nose was pressed 
flat against their bellies. I licked their balls, and 
ran my tongue around their foreskins, stabbing it at 
their urethras. I went all out for each and every single 
one of them, using my lips, tongue, throat and teeth to 
the best of my ability. But I noticed one kid could do 
something that I couldn't. A special trick that I wasn't 
big enough to achieve. 

I only noticed it because he was last in line and I 
watched the rest of them as they worked their way down 
and compared their performances to mine. He looked to be 
about sixteen and could deep throat just as well as me. 
But when he was all of the way down, he stuck out his 
tongue and not only licked their balls like I did. Oh, 
no. He snaked his tongue all of the way around and 
tongued their assholes as well. 

He was blowing them and rimming them at the same time! I 
couldn't do that. At least, not yet. My tongue wasn't 
near long enough. Oh, sure, since then I've been able to 
work it into my repertoire, but back then it was just 
physically impossible for me to do. Of course, he won. I 
came in a close second.

Even though I didn't win, Bear was still proud of me. He 
explained that each boys points were going to be added 
to their points for the rest of the competitions that 
week and the boy who got the most points would be 
declared the "Boy of the Year." I wanted that title so 
bad t
 hat I could taste it. I knew that I could do it if I 
just bared down and did all that I could to get it. 

Anyway, the boy who won got to name his prize for the 
night and he chose role-reversal, meaning that each boy 
got to fuck his father. Sounded like a strange thing to 
pick out of all of the potential possibilities, but hey, 
maybe the kid really wanted to fuck his father. As I 
thought on this, I quickly realized that in all of the 
time that Bear and I were together, I had never noticed 
him having anything in his back side. Never. Not once. 
Okay, well, maybe he let my tongue slide in a bit, but 
that was all. And he really didn't seem to happy at the 
boy's choice of reward. 

As for my part, it didn't really excite me. I guess that 
I'm just more of a bottom than a top. Besides, my little 
wiener really wouldn't give anything too much of a 
thrill if it entered any orifice. The men all got 
together in the common area and got down. Some to their 
hands and knees, while others laid back and kicked their 
feet up. Bear was a doggie-style kind of guy and it took 
a lot of adjusting for him to get at just the right 
height for me to be able to penetrate him. I only used 
some saliva to lubricate him, as he so often loved to do 
to me and I gave him an awesome rim job, trying to 
ensure that he would be as slick as possible. 

I only got my tongue in a little bit before his reflexes 
clamped down on it. When it was time, he had to get 
pretty close to the ground, while I remained standing. I 
lined it up and for the first time really realized how 
difficult it was. I missed. Twice. Finally we hooked up 
the right way and I began humping him. 

I looked around to see the other boys well on their way 
with their own fathers. I started off slowly, building 
in speed and strength until I was humping him in a very 
determined way. It was fun for a while, but when I 
realized that neither Bear nor I was really enjoying it, 
I cut our activities short. I had to go meet the 
McCready's anyway. I left Bear as he was sitting back 
and watching the show. 

When I arrived at the McCready's tent I felt a little 
awkward and uncomfortable about how to introduce myself. 
I mean, do I knock? Just walk in? What? I wasn't sure. 
Just about that time, one of the sons came out and saw 
me. He called in to the others and soon they were 
gathered around me. I felt even more uncomfortable at 
this point, as I wasn't quite sure about what the night 
held in store for me. 

They were all standing around making comments about how 
young and cute I was and I was about to join in the 
conversation when I felt a rag being held over my face. 
In shock I gasped in and got a whiff of a sweet smelling 
vapor right before the world started to spin and 
everything went dark. 

When I came around I had a sensation of floating and had 
a bit of a headache. The floating was caused by one of 
the fathers carrying me over his shoulder like a rug. I 
started to squirm and was promptly told to stop because 
were we almost where we were going. About a minute later 
he plopped me unceremoniously to the ground in the 
middle of a clearing. I had absolutely no idea where I 
was. How long had I been out? Five minutes? Thirty 
minutes? No clue. 

Hell, they could have loaded me in their car and driven 
for a while for all that I knew. The other three unladed 
themselves and began spreading out a blanket. One of 
them dug in a bag and produced a bag of brown slimy 
things. He popped some in his mouth and passed the bag 
around. When it was my turn I sniffed the bag a bit and 
made a face.

"Eat them, boy. They're mushrooms. You'll like them."

"But they smell like shit."

"Eat them, now." I did as I was told. I mean, after all 
I had agreed to all of this, hadn't I? And a deal's a 
deal, just like Bear taught me. They tasted just as bad 
as they smelled and to this day I still refuse to eat 
mushrooms. He kept digging in the bag and quickly 
produced a small glass pipe. I mean it really looked 
like a pipe. Kind of like one of those corn cob pipes 
that you see on cartoons, but made of glass and the 
smoking part of it was bigger. He poured some water in 
it and added a screen. 

He then added in some weed and then shook out some 
powder from a glass vial. He dug out a lighter that 
looked more light a jet engine when he lit it and 
started smoking. I soon realized that the pipe was like 
a miniature hookah as the water started to bubble 
underneath. He passed it to the next guy and so on. 

When it got time for me, though, they completely skipped 
over me. To say that I was disappointed would be an 
understatement. They refilled it as needed as all 
started to get really, really high, continuing to leave 
me out of the circle. About this time, I noticed that 
things were starting to look a little funny. I was 
seeing flashed of light and strange colours. Things 
seemed to take on a haze. 

"Damn, I'm starting to get really, really horny." one of 
them said. At this point let me say that I never did 
really learn the names of the McCready's and have since 
tried to forget them as much as humanly possible for 
reasons that will soon become clear. This is one part of 
my story that I really had trouble in terms of dealing 
with. 

The events that follow had nothing to do with love. 
Nothing. Everything prior and what follows after this 
all had some sort of love to it. No matter how rough, 
whether I was seriously drugged or fucked or anything 
like that, there was always some semblance to love. Or 
at the very least some like. But not here. Not now. Not 
this time. 

By the time that they were done with me, I had the 
striking impression that the McCready's hated me. Oh, 
this was rape, pure and simple. And like they say about 
rape, it's not about the sex. No, not at all. It's about 
the control. And that's what they did to me that night. 
They flat out raped me. 

They took control of my five year old body and used it 
in whatever ways that they saw fit. It was humiliating. 
It was degrading. It was disgusting. The section that 
follows will take me to the next chapter, so if you have 
a weak constitution and are not at all interested in 
things like torture, rape, coprophilia (fecal fetish) 
and the like, I would advise you to just go ahead and 
skip to the next part. For those of you who feel that 
they would appreciate such things, feel free to read on, 
but, and let me make this point perfectly clear- I did 
warn you. 

Since they all kind of looked alike, it will be 
difficult for me to adequately explain what happened to 
me without giving them some form of name. So, let me 
just call them A1 and A2 for the adults and S1 and S2 
for their sons, alright? Fine. Anyway, I was sitting 
between S1 and A2 when the pipe passed my way again. I 
wanted to get high and horny, as well and was really 
getting pissed at being left out. They tried to skip me 
again and I reached out to grab it.

"Hell, no, whore." A1 said. "This shit's not for holes 
like you. It's for us so that we can enjoy you all the 
more. Besides, you didn't pay for it."

"Bullshit." I announced. "You want money, ask Bear for 
some. I think I deserve some of this just for what you 
are all going to do to me."

"Nah. We don't want money. We'll just take it out of you 
ass, is all." A2 chimed in.

"Fine." I said. "Just give me some." They let me take 
the pipe and I smoked what was left. I demanded that 
they refill it and smoked all of that, as well. I really 
did not like the way this night was shaping up, what 
with the knockout rag, the mushrooms, the fact that I 
had no idea where the fuck I was and how they were 
treating me. If I had any sense, I would have gotten the 
fuck out of there, but I was getting pretty stoned and 
was tripping on the mushrooms, so I had no sense 
whatsoever. 

They watched me suck down that pipe with obvious lust in 
their eyes and moved in on me. They threw the pipe to 
the ground and A1 shoved his tongue down my throat. S2 
was forcing his hand into me without any lubrication at 
all. Oh, god, how it burned, but I kept my resolve and 
remembered what Bear had taught me. A2 lined himself up 
and as soon as A1 pulled away, A2's cock went in my 
mouth. It tasted dirty. Like someone else's ass that 
hadn't been washed off in at least a week. The taste was 
strong, but the odour was horrendous. 

When I tried to gag it just opened my throat all the 
more for his thrusting. I produced all of the saliva 
that I could to wash it off, but to no avail. I just had 
to endure it like everything else that happened that 
night. S2 was still digging his way into me, turning his 
hand this way and that when S1 decided that he wanted to 
help. A1 took my small hand and wrapped it around his 
prick. 

I started stroking him as S2's fingers invaded me as 
well. I'm not sure how many fingers were into me at this 
point, I was still concentrating on the horrible taste 
in my mouth, but the boys were trying to open me up as 
fast as they could. They kept working themselves around 
over and over. They even tried to pull their hands 
apart, I could feel their muscles trembling with the 
effort.

A1 pushed A2 out of the way and demanded that he "get 
him some of that." Soon his stinking meat was in my 
mouth, and can you believe it? It tasted just as bad, 
but his had more of a flavour of old, stale cum to it. 
Oh, and ass. Yes that's it. Stale cum and ass. Dirty 
ass, at that. It almost made me vomit, but something 
decided that that wasn't the best thing to do at the 
moment and I managed to keep it down as he plowed away. 
I think he could actually feel my reverse peristalsis 
attempting to come on. It excited him and he pushed in 
with even more vigor. A2 dove down to join the boys and 
soon added his fingers to the mix.

"That's it boys, tear him open. Rip him up so that we 
can all get a good piece of that ass!" 

By now I was definitely concentrating more on their 
actions as they grew even more painful. The three of 
them were penetrating me with an unknown amount of 
appendages and my back end took notice. I tried to cry 
out with the pain and tell them to stop, but the prick 
in my mouth wouldn't let me. I ended up moaning loudly 
around it, but that just excited him and he joined in. 

"You boys get up here and let him get a taste of you." 
A1 said. I could feel a release of the tension on my 
poor sphincter as they moved into position, but this 
respite was only momentary, for as soon as they were 
both seated in my mouth, yes, at the same time, I could 
feel A1's hands around my ass and his fingers entering 
me. I am pleased to report that the boys tasted a bit 
cleaner than their fathers. 

Either that or I was just getting used to the taste. 
They took their turns at first, plunging down my throat 
while the other rested his just between my lips and then 
alternating. At first, I said. Soon they were both 
trying to get in. To do this, they stood on either side 
of my face and essentially hugged each other, pushing 
down my esophagus by bending their knees. 

They held my head in place with their hands and, with 
nowhere else to go, both of their penises slid right on 
down. Oh, and did I mention that they made out during 
this? No? Well, then let me. Yes, made out. These were 
no chaste kisses that little boys might give to one 
another. Oh, no, not at all. I'm talking wrapping 
tongues and spit that ran down their cheeks. I can't say 
that I was entirely repulsed by the idea. I mean I've 
done it before to dozens of others, but the fact that 
they were brothers somehow spoiled it. Of course, I 
didn't watch for long as the force of two pricks forcing 
their way down my throat was a bit painful and even I 
was surprised that it was possible.

Their fathers may have been watching this. I can't say 
for sure, but as soon as the boys started their little 
make out session, I noticed that the tearing of my 
tender hole increased with that added pressure of added 
fingers. Since there were two cocks inside of my mouth, 
blocking off my airway, I couldn't breathe enough to 
scream. I followed the lesson that Bear taught me the 
night before in the water. Just relax and go with it. 
What was the worst that could happen? I'd pass out? 
Well, I'd already done that once tonight and it wasn't 
so bad. Of course, I had woken up in a strange place 
with these four, but hey, I'd been through worse, right? 
Wrong.

The men kept digging in my hole, stretching it to its 
utmost limits. At least I thought I was at my limit. 
Guess who was wrong?. I could feel them as they added 
more and more stretch, spreading their fingers and hands 
apart. It felt like they were both trying to get their 
fists in me. Trying, I said, not succeeding. And they 
were as relentless as the boys. I felt a tear in my 
backside. 

Yes, I could actually feel it tearing and they took 
immediate advantage of the sudden slack, pushing even 
harder and deeper into me. Then suddenly, they stopped. 
They both pulled out and there was a moment I had of 
peace. It didn't last but a second, but it was there. 
Possibly the last peace I would have for that night, but 
it was there. It was shattered by the feeling of a man's 
rough hands spreading my legs and thrusting his hard 
cock into my ass.

"Oh, we did a good job, man. There's still lots of slack 
in that ass. Get me the pipe, I want some more as I tear 
him up." I have no idea who fucked me first, since the 
boys were still enjoying their little double throat 
penetration trick, but I heard the click of their 
lighter and felt how it affected the man inside of me. 
He didn't pause while he smoked, not even for a moment. 
I heard him inhaling hard on it and how his thrusts 
started to get harder and faster. 

I guess that he passed it on to his brother because I 
could feel both of his hands pulling me apart, as though 
he was trying to make a wish. The lighter clicked again, 
meaning that the other adult was now imbibing as well. 
He laid it down on the ground and I could feel it as he 
pushed his brother out of the way and he went balls deep 
into me in the first thrust. 

The boys, for their part had not let up at all and I was 
really starting to suffer some hypoxia. My vision was 
dimming and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I 
tried to pull away to catch a quick breath, but the boys 
held my head firm and just started going down even 
harder, their balls sliding up and down my face as they 
did so. That was an interesting sensation, and as soon 
as I really started to contemplate it, I was out. 

I know that I passed out, because next thing that I 
knew, A2 was fucking my mouth and S2 was fucking me. 
Kind of a father/son thing I guess, as soon as they 
stopped and the other two stepped in. S2 got down and 
was running his hand up and down A1's prick as it 
pummeled me.

"Stop jerking me off, kid. You want to do something with 
your hands, put them in his ass so that it's good and 
tight for me!" Wait, what? How-? But it did come to 
pass. I felt fingers from both of his hands as they 
wormed their way into me, which made A1 grunt and fuck 
me even more aggressively. 

A2 didn't stay out of the mix for long. I only know this 
because I soon felt his warm piss splattering on my 
chest, his nephew-son-cousin... whatever was blocking my 
view, but it was the only cock not presently accounted 
for, so it had to be him. I tolerated it, as I had 
tolerated everything else thus far. Sure, they were 
being a bit aggressive, but not really any more so than 
any other group I'd been with. Things were soon to 
change. 

A1 pulled out of me, giving S2 more access to my hole, 
which he immediately took advantage of. I was well 
tripping by now and was in the absolute wrong state of 
mind to stop anything happening. S2 kept driving deeper 
and deeper, forcing my hole to tear once again. This 
time, though, there was a warm gushing sensation to go 
along with it. 

"Dad," S2 said calmly, "he's bleeding." And as though to 
prove the point he held up his hand with my blood on it. 
Ok, truly it wasn't much. Probably the gushing sensation 
was heightened by the drugs, but yes, there was my blood 
on his hands.

"So? Call it lubrication and get in there. We need him 
opened all of the way, don't we?" S2 just nodded his 
head and I felt his hands working my hole again. I was 
sure that one fist was in me because I could feel his 
fingers wiggling around deep inside of me. His other 
hand was also trying to gain full access. I think that 
there were at least four fingers also in me, but I 
really didn't feel the desire to look. 

Besides, another prick was entering my mouth and all was 
alright with the world again. I sucked down A1's dick 
straight from my ass while he demanded S1 get him the 
pipe again. They passed it around amongst themselves, 
once again ignoring me completely. I spit out the 
invading member and tried to protest this action again, 
but A2 stepped up before I could talk.

"You aren't gonna complain again, are you boy?" He was 
now pushing his hard rod between my teeth. I was tempted 
to bite down, but thought better of it. "Besides, how 
can you smoke anything with two pricks in your mouth?" 
At that he grabbed my face right at the 
Temporomandibular joint (where your jaw meets your 
skull) and squeezed hard, driving his fingertips in, 
forcing my mouth to open so that his brother could also 
gain access. They now started to double fuck my mouth 
the same way that their sons did, to include the really 
obscene and overly passionate tongue kissing. But the 
way they also forced my head up as they went down really 
made them cram down my throat. Together they were 
thicker than Bear and it was really quite painful. I 
could feel my throat stretching beyond any previous 
attempts. 

"Fuck, man, I feel his airway rubbing on my dick. Fuck 
that feels good!" A1 said.

"Really?" A2 asked. "Let me try that shit." They both 
stepped together around me, rotating their pricks in my 
throat. This was quickly progressing beyond more than I 
could bear, especially S2 thumb just popped into my hole 
and S1's fingers tickling their way around down there. 

I tried to fight them off. I tried shaking my head. They 
just liked that even more. I tried to clamp my legs 
shut, but the boys anticipated this and propped their 
elbows up against my thighs. They were much bigger and 
stronger than I, so I couldn't do that either. Pulling 
away was not a true option by the way the men were 
holding me. 

I was their little puppet now. They were in control of 
me. I was absolutely at their mercy. And they knew it. 
And they liked it. The men spun around again and were 
now taking turns pushing down, pistoning their thrusts 
into my mouth. Occasionally they messed up their rhythm 
and both would get down at the same time. 

The boys were having themselves a grand old time with my 
ass, S2 was totally double fisting me now and he clamped 
his hands together so that he could plow them into me at 
the same time. I could feel some of S1's fingers working 
in me. I wasn't sure how many, but he had some from both 
hands in there and was trying to force in more. I kept 
trying to fight this all. I was really hurting, what 
with the way they were all tearing into me, but it was 
truly to no avail. They were going to win, no matter 
what I did. But A1 got tired of trying to fight me and 
he told his brother so.

"Where'd we leave that chloroform at? Let's knock his 
ass out again and have some real fun."

"It's still in the bag. But I'm not pulling out to go 
get it."

"Fuck that, we don't need to. Let's just all stay in him 
and drag him over. Come on boys. You push and we'll 
pull." I guess that they agreed because I felt all four 
of their hands pushing against my backside (even more 
than they had been) and the two adults just pulled me 
along without a single person removing a single 
appendage from me. As a matter of fact, all of the 
pushing allowed S1 to get in even further. 

It was an interesting sensation to say the least. Being 
dragged/pushed along the ground with two hands in me and 
two hard, throbbing pricks in my throat. We soon reached 
their bag and A1 started digging in it. He pulled out a 
bottle and applied it to a rag.

"Interesting thing, chloroform. Real easy to make. Just 
pool chlorine and acetone, really. But the fumes of 
it... amazing. They used to use it for surgeries, you 
know. To knock the patients out. But then a bunch of 
them started dying on the tables. Didn't take them to 
learn the truth about this stuff. Too little, doesn't 
work long enough. Too much... well, too much kills a 
person. Such a fine line between the two. 

Ah, well. Breathe it in, boy." He forced the rag up 
against my face and the both stopped and pulled out a 
bit so that I could catch a decent breath. But I was 
afraid. I mean, come on, if someone just delivered that 
little speech to you, wouldn't you be afraid to breathe? 
I held my breath for as long as I could, but since my 
body was already starving for oxygen, it wasn't too 
long. 

I suddenly and involuntarily took in a quick deep 
breath. I could almost feel the fumes going up my nose 
and filling my lungs. Darkness quickly followed. 

When I awoke, I didn't really think that any time had 
passed. I still had the two adults in my mouth, but now 
I was crammed right up into their stinking groins. I 
felt their pubes rubbing my ears. They smelled like 
moldy ass. The boys were still down below, playing and 
twisting and turning. It did feel different. I knew that 
I was more open. 

I could still feel S2's double fists in me (at least I 
think that they were his. With the nasty funk coming off 
the groins of the adults, I was afraid to open my eyes.) 
But there was something different. A different kind of 
motion in me. It felt like- yes, something else was in 
there. Someone else, I guess I should say. Two and then 
another. 

Oh, god, S1 had his arm in me, too!!!!! And they were so 
deep in me! In my small ass! Three of them! Three arms, 
three fists in me! What the fuck was going on? I gave a 
start as that realization enveloped me. My eyes popped 
open and I immediately began to reject this reality. But 
there was nothing for it, really. I couldn't do anything 
to fight them. Oh, I tried, rest assured, but I was just 
too small to fight off all of these people. 

"Damn, he's awake again." I heard.

"Well, hit him again." Again with the bottle. Again with 
the rag. Again the dick removal. Again with the quick, 
totally unwanted breath. Again, the darkness.

Another rousing. The men were out of my mouth this time. 
And I was laying on one of them. And one was laying on 
me. No, not laying on me. He was moving around. 
Writhing. Stroking. Pounding. He was fucking me. And he 
wasn't alone. His brother was fucking me as well. They 
were both fucking me. Hard. And they weren't being too 
kind about it, either. The sweat poured off of them in 
their exertions.

It dripped on my face and coated my body in their 
slippery, glistening perspiration. And it smelled almost 
as bad as they did. An awful, acrid stench that 
encapsulated us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the 
two boys, they were laying on each other, the one on top 
was curled up in what looked like an uncomfortable 
position. The one on the ground had his legs pulled way 
back and tucked under his brother's arms. They were in a 
sixty-nine position, yes, but they were tonguing each 
other's butt holes. A mutual, simultaneous rimjob. I 
turned my head, just a bit to verify what I was seeing 
peripherally, forgetting where I was and my predicament 
momentarily. And that was all it took. A1 (on bottom) 
must have felt my head turn against his chest. 

"He's up again." he said.

"So what? Let him be up. He's not complaining none. He 
needs some real air. We don't want to kill the fucker, 
do we? Shit, it was bad enough last year. Besides, he 
belongs to Bear, and that's one motherfucker I don't 
want to piss off." A2 nastily replied. Nice to know that 
they were at least a little afraid of reprisals from 
Bear. Not that it meant that they were holding back at 
all, but it was good to hear.

"Yeah. Hey, you feel that in there? In deep? Is that 
what I think it is?"

"Yeah, brother. I think we plunged out some shit. You 
want to use it?"

"That's what it's there for isn't it?"

"Fuck, yes." He turned to the boys and said, "Hey, you 
lot! Get your tongues out of each other's assholes and 
get over here! We worked a turd loose. Come help dig it 
out."

The boys begrudgingly removed themselves from their 
incestial knot and joined us. Immediately I felt a hand 
working it's way inside. 

"Fucker's getting tight." A2 said with obvious 
excitement in his voice.

"Of course he is. I mean, come on, he's got our dicks 
and now your boy's hand in there. Bound to tighten up a 
bit, isn't he? Come on, boy. Work that arm in there. I 
wanna feel your hand stroking my cock." S2 forced more 
of his hand into me and surprisingly, it fit. 

I felt the cocks forced against the walls of my bowels 
as his hand split the two men apart. He wrangled around 
in there and I could actually feel him wrapping his hand 
around each of them. First his dad's and then a turn 
before gripping his uncle's. Then he tried to do both of 
them at the same time, but to no avail. 

His hand just wasn't big enough. He told his 
cousin/brother to help and quick as a flash, S1's 
fingers were sliding in as well. I must have been more 
open than ever before because here I was with two dicks 
and two hands inside of my... well I guess I can't say 
"my tender little ass" anymore. Hell, my ass had seen 
more action than those ones that tourists ride down to 
the bottom of the Grand Canyon. So let's just call it my 
little boy butt and leave it at that, hmm? 

They each took their uncle/father's dicks in their hands 
and wrapped around them, stroking them as they forced 
their way inside and out of me.

"Ohh, dad, I feel it!" S1 said. 

"Well, then pull it out, boy." his father replied. I 
felt the boy push in a bit deeper and then make a motion 
like he was trying to grab onto something. He pulled out 
a bit and another smell permeated the air. A smell 
almost as bad as the smell of this family, but somehow a 
bit familiar. 

"Got some!" he said. 

"Rub it on me, boy. Smear it all over me. I want to feel 
this boy's shit on my skin." A2 said with a bit of a 
snarl. Obviously he was getting very excited by this new 
musky smell. I felt S2 do the same motion as his 
brother/cousin and as he pulled out, his hand stopped at 
the point of connection and he started rubbing both 
men's testicles.

"Want some on your balls, uncle? That's how you like it, 
right?"

"Yeah, son, smear that shit all over. It's so warm." A1 
said. 

About now, S1 had rubbed his hand up his uncle's back 
and was smearing his way up to his head. I glanced at 
his brown hand and suddenly realized that they were 
smearing feces on the grown-ups. My feces. That's what 
they had grabbed from inside of me. Feces. Poo. Poop. 
Doo-Doo. Ca-Ca. Shit. Whatever you call it. It was all 
over them now and each boy went back in for more. 

Each boy smeared some on their bodies and then onto the 
adult's as well. This was getting really foul. I was 
really not excited by this at all. To tell the truth, it 
was rather nauseating, but I was still in too much of a 
fog to complain. The boys kept reaching in for more and 
applying it to their bodies. 

"Put some down here." A1 said. "I want to feel it 
between us." S2 complied with this and put his coated 
hand between me and his uncle's bodies. It was all over 
my chest now and I was having a real difficult time to 
not gag at the prospect. 

"Damn that's hot! Hit me, too!" A2 said as he pushed up 
against me, giving his son enough space to plop some of 
my crap on his dad's chest. When he released me, I felt 
it squish between our bodies. 

The smell was getting worse, but the boys were not 
letting up, digging inside of me as deep as they could 
go, retrieving their precious cargo. The foul brown 
stuff was soon coating all of our bodies as it mixed 
with the copious amounts of sweat and liquefying from 
the heat of the men's exertions. It was odious, to say 
the least.

"I'm ready to cum. Boys, get me a popper!" One of the 
boys moved quickly and dug in their bag, producing a 
small vial and cracking it under A1's nose. He breathed 
in deeply the fumes from the popper as well as the 
vapors of my excrement. I saw his eyes roll up to the 
back of his head and he started to really plow me. 
Luckily, I got some of the fumes myself as they rose up 
past my face and was starting to get into it. "Fuck, 
boys, fist him. Make him tight for me! Make him tight!" 
The boys were immediately buried on me again and driving 
deep and rough in me.

"Fuck, yes!" A1 shouted and he reached into the bag, 
grabbing his own ampule and cracking it open. 
Immediately, he quickened his pace and they were all 
doing their best to tear me open. But it took the boys 
changing tactics and wrapping their hands around the 
men's rock hard pricks to finally get them off. They 
both screamed out and shot their hot loads into my 
ripped apart hole. 

To me it was a bit of a relief, and I started thinking 
that this terrible ordeal would soon be resolved by 
their orgasming. The men kept twitching and spasming as 
more and more of their sed filled me. I've got to give 
them this much, they were good cummmers. They both shot 
over a dozen good streams of jizz into me so hard that 
even in my present state, I could feel it shooting into 
me. 

When they finally fizzled out and removed themselves 
from my depths, the boys took over and quickly I was 
sandwiched between the two of their shit coated bodies. 
They were about as nasty as their fathers were. They 
both drove into me with their youthful exuberance, As 
soon as A1 had recovered from his orgasm, I felt his 
hand at my backside forcing its way inside, doing for 
the boys what they had done for him and his brother. 

He reached around and pulled out the remnants of my 
fecal matter and applied it to both of the boys bodies. 
Then he popped back inside and started jerking them off 
inside of me with his one hand. His brother quickly 
joined the fray and, although the going was difficult 
and I needed the aid of a bit more chloroform for them 
to put me out long enough to do it, both men got their 
hands into me and were jacking their sons off inside of 
me. The boys mercifully came quickly and their juices 
added to their fathers'. 

When they were all finished with me and everyone had 
removed themselves from inside of me they callously just 
pushed me out of the way and laid down together.

"Over there, hole. Just lay there and keep your fucking 
yap shut and let us enjoy this." A1 said. They just laid 
there together in a pile, snuggling one another. It 
would almost be romantic if they were all so nasty, 
coated in crap and such ugly, ungrateful people. Worst 
of all, the night was starting to get late and a chill 
was washing over my skin. 

After about thirty minutes, A2 finally sat up and said, 
"Guess we'd better get the fucker back to camp. I'm sure 
his daddy's gonna start worrying about him soon." They 
all got up from their little dog pile and rounded up all 
of their belongings. A1 came over to me with the rag in 
hand.

"This will make sure you stay quiet on the walk back, 
whore. We want to make a clean getaway." He held the 
thing up against my face, and I could tell by the fumes 
that he had applied a lot more of the liquid this time. 
I was startled a bit, considering what he had said 
earlier about too much causing death, but it was too 
late, I was out once again. 

When I awoke and undetermined amount of time later, it 
took me a short while to realize that I was inside a 
tent. An empty tent, at that. I rolled over and tried to 
get my bearings a bit. Why was I inside an empty tent. 
Who had an empty tent? It didn't make sense. I crawled 
over to the front flap and struggled with the zipper for 
a bit, trying to shake the fog from my head as I did so. 
I finally gazed out into the rest of our little camp 
ground. I realized that I was inside of the McCready's 
tent. 

Well, at least that accounted for the smell. And here I 
thought that it was all me. I saw a bunch of people 
scrambling around as though they were looking for 
something. The beams of their flashlights scanning that 
ground looked weird to me and they were leaving trails 
as they went along. The mushrooms had not yet worn off 
at this time, which accounted for my visual 
difficulties. 

I just laid there, head hanging out of he tent flap, 
unable to move out further, due to the cobwebs still 
lodged in my head. A beam of light suddenly glared at me 
and I heard a voice call out.

"Here! He's over here!" Many people started scrambling 
about and gathering around me. The beams from their 
lights blinding me. Several men approached me, asking if 
I was alright, but when they realized what I was coated 
in, none of them wanted to touch me much. Some of the 
light was blocked out by a large dark shadow, which 
walked up to me. It was Bear of course and when he saw 
me he reached down and snatched me up in a great big 
Bear hug. He didn't seem to mind te fecal matter that 
clung to my body.

"Oh, god, Timmy! I was so worried! We all were. We 
thought that they took you. When I came over here to get 
you and all of their stuff was gone- I was never so 
scared in my life. God, let me hold you. God, boy, you 
feel so good. I thought I'd never hold you again." I 
embraced Bear like he had just rescued me from a 
shipwreck. I had thought that I might not ever see him 
again, either and I started to cry. Bear just kept 
holding me and shrugging off the others who wanted to 
touch me and make sure that I was alright. 

"Bear, please let us look. We've got to make sure that 
he's okay." It was Vance talking and the concern in his 
voice was quite clear. Bear almost pushed him away. "Ok, 
fine. Look, we've contacted Dr. Joe. He's going to come 
out and check on Timmy tonight. He's already on his 
way." Bear gave no response. He just clung to me as 
tightly as I clung to him. "It's going to be alright, 
Timmy. You're going to be alright. 

We've all been out looking for you and the McCready's 
are gone. They left. I don't think you'll ever see them 
again, okay?" I gave a little nod and Vance backed off. 
Bear started walking away from the group of onlookers 
and carried me towards the pond. No one followed. 

When we got there, he didn't stop and just walked right 
on into the water with me in his arms. He didn't stop 
until we were both almost fully submerged and he just 
kept holding on as tight to me as he could. I think he 
was crying, too. When he stopped, he gave a big wet 
snort and put his head back.

"You okay, son?" he asked tenderly. More so than I had 
ever heard him before. I just nodded. I was fighting 
back my own tears. "Did they hurt you?" Another small 
nod. "Are you going to be alright?" Finally I had 
stopped crying and a gave him a small weak,

"Yes, daddy."

"Good. I love you, Timmy, more than anything else in the 
world, you know that, right?"

"Yes, daddy. I love you, too." He put his finger under 
my chin and forced it up until I looked him in the eyes. 
I could see that emotions there that he was trying to 
fight. There was no more need for words and we both 
moved in for a deep, passionate kiss at the same time. 
We stayed in that lover's embrace for a bit until our 
emotions had subsided somewhat. Finally we pulled away 
and once again gazed into each other's eyes. Then Bear 
smiled a bit and said,

"You stink, boy, do you know that?" 

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." I said, casting my eyes down in a 
bit of embarrassment.

"There is nothing, and I mean nothing that you have to 
apologize for, son. You did nothing wrong. Do you want 
to talk about it?" I shook my head no. Fine, if you ever 
do, I'm willing to listen, but for now, let's just clean 
you up a bit before Dr. Joe gets here. We don't want him 
seeing you like this, do we?"

"No, sir." I said with a bit of a smile at Bear. And 
with that he started to run water over my body from his 
cupped hand. Rubbing the more stubborn spots. He had a 
tough time of it, as it had caked on in places and 
somehow some of it got in my hair, as well. After a bit 
he held me out away from him and gave me a quick once 
over. 

"Much better. Your white again now." he said with a 
smile. I smiled back and he held me close to him again.

"Bear?" I said.

"Yes, son?"

"I want you to make love to me."

"What?"

"I want you to make love to me. Love me. Make me yours 
again. I feel like they used me and I feel empty and 
wrong inside. I want to feel loved again. I want to feel 
your love inside of me again. I want to be your little 
boy again."

"But you'll always be my little boy, Timmy. And I don't 
want to hurt you."

"Please, Bear," I pleaded, "please make me yours again." 
He embraced me once more and nodded his head. 

"If that's what you need..."

"Yes, Bear, I need it. I need you to love me." I felt 
him reach down and rub his manhood. I guess that his 
emotions had actually managed to soften his prick a bit 
and it took some stroking to get it hard. But eventually 
it did and I felt him slowly, softly penetrate me. Not 
like they had. Not by far. It was soft. Gentle. Loving. 
And I could feel his love for me completely encapsulate 
me. And for the first time that night I felt warm. Safe. 
Loved. It made me smile. 

He held me there in the bright moonlight, loving me as 
only he could. There were no attempts at drowning. He 
didn't even try to fill me up entirely, which he was 
more than capable of doing. Just soft, loving strokes in 
and out of me. We didn't even create a wake in the water 
with our activities. 

Once I opened my eyes and saw someone sitting on the 
beach, watching us. I couldn't really discern who it was 
but by the glasses and the hair, I realized that it 
could only be Dr. Joe. I waved at him, beckoning him to 
join us, by he just waved it off and continued playing 
the voyeur. Fine by me. Bear and I were doing just great 
on our own. 

Far too soon, Bear lost him composure and control, 
causing him to erupt inside of me, coating me with his 
loving seed. But he didn't let go after he was finished. 
He continued to hold me aloft, still embedded within my 
soft folds. But surprisingly, he didn't want to go for a 
second time. He just wanted to hold me tight to him as 
he slowly softened in me, but he never fell out. I guess 
I was just so inflamed inside that he didn't have the 
space to slip out of me. We stayed there like that for 
what must have been a half hour until finally he slowly, 
gently removed his entirety from me and we waded back to 
shore. Dr. Joe was still there, patiently waiting for 
us.

"That was beautiful." he said, with a bit of awe in his 
voice. 

"Why didn't you come in and join us?" I asked.

"I didn't want to ruin such the wonderful thing that you 
and your father were getting to share, Timmy. Trust me 
you and Bear will remember that time above all others 
for a long time to come." he said, and Bear agreed with 
him. "Anyway, I brought you some cream, Timmy. It will 
help with any swelling and inflammation you might 
experience tonight. Hopefully it will heal you up some 
before tomorrow." 

He handed the tube to Bear, who hugged him and thanked 
him. I did the same. "You two have a good night and I'll 
see you tomorrow." Dr. Joe said as he walked back to his 
car and drove off. Bear and I neglected to dry off and 
walked hand in hand back to our tent where he filled me 
with the cream and we dozed off with me laying on his 
chest. I couldn't help but to think back on the events 
of the entire day. Between my time with Dr. Joe, the 
volleyball tournament, the cock ring class, the contest, 
the rape and then what I experienced with Bear it had 
been quite a day. And it was only Monday! 

What the hell else did the week have in store I 
wondered.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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