The Day The World Ended  (Mb,extreme pedo,inc,t,toddler,rape)

by Todd Sayre


Part 1

Chapter 1: The Plague


Scott Williams looked around spying the center of Main street watching the
street and its buildings- abandoned-a few bodies lying here and there. A
woman lay leaning against the Bank of America ATM machine with a wad of cash
clutched to her chest. He surmised that this desperate woman would empty her
savings and run like hell until she felt safe from contracting the worldwide
plague that had been released by terrorists.

Since the attacks of September 11, terrorists had been in search of a better
plan to hurt the United States and the plan and the tools they selected
would doom not only Americans, but much of the world through a vicious and
fast acting virus that would cause the human heart to explode without
warning. Scott was surprised that he had survived. He figured in the scheme
of things that if he survived, there would be others.

The tiny town he was residing in was dead. He was an orphan. For the past
seven years he had been living with foster parents that had succumbed to the
plague. "Good," he had murmured when he found them dead. They had been a
cruel lot. From the first day he moved in, he had been used for sex.
Although he was alone in the world, he had no need to mourn anyone's loss as
he had no family, so shaking off the dust from this town, Scott took a walk
to Hanson's Sport and Tackle shop and did a little shopping. If he were
going to find others like him, he may need to camp out at various places.
The Pacific-Northwest was a vast forested area with stretches of nothing
between towns, so preparing himself was crucial.

He started by helping himself to a brand new all terrain vehicle, a
four-wheeler also know as an ATV. He also found a good sized trailer that
could hook up to the ATV and then proceeded to fill the tank and a gas can
with fuel then went in search of the camping gear he would need.

He gathered a good size tent, lanterns, propane, a camping stove, portable
shower, fishing poles, line, lures and a toilet and hoisted his free
merchandise into the trailer of the ATV when he began to hear what he
thought was a voice or perhaps an animal.

He ran back into the sports shop and kicked in the glass display case,
pulling out a .357 Smith & Wesson revolver. He found the ammo behind the
counter and quickly loaded the cylinders.

He heard the noise again. This time closer.

He pulled the hammer back and cautiously exited the shop.

To Scott's surprise he saw a small child walking along the row of empty
shops tugging a red Radio Flyer wagon-a teddy bear as the wagon's passenger.

He returned the gun's hammer back to its resting position and tucked the
revolver into his waist band and started walking toward the boy. The closer
he got, the more beautiful the boy appeared. The child started to weep, then
ran toward Scott reaching out to him wrapping his arms around his legs as if
he had been the boy's parent all along, "Hey there," Scott said, "Where's
your mommy?"

The boy sobbed a bit, then answered, "sleeping, but she won't wake up."

Scott knew that the kid's mother was dead. He peered into the boy's
gas-flame blue eyes and saw a beauty that appealed to him. His face was a
soft and cherubic and he appeared no older than four. For some reason, Scott
felt his penis throb awake as the boy buried his face in Scott's crotch,
seeking comfort and assurance that had been denied him since his mother had
gone to sleep. The pressure of the boy's head pressing against his cock was
enticing him, making him think of those days when his foster father used to
tie him up and force him to suck his dick for hours on end. Scott could
understand now why the old man found pleasure in laying with him from the
start. There was a sense of romance and horror to those nights, but also a
sense of sexual freedom to be as wicked as possible in order to let the come
squirting out.

He squatted and was face to face with the little boy as he asked his name,
"Keegan," he answered.

"Well Keegan, your mommy went to heaven, just like all the people around
here. I think you should come with me and I'll take care of you. Ok?" Scott
said.

"Ok," said Keegan.

Keegan sat in the Radio Flyer holding his teddy bear while Scott continued
to strip the shelves of their goods. He loaded up on the store's entire
stock of dehydrated foods and the bottled water until the trailer and all
the storage areas on the ATV could hold no more. He managed to find a child'
s safety helmet that barely fit and before the sun could dip below the
mountain range to the west, Scott and Keegan set off west toward the Pacific
Ocean taking the scenic roads where there would be many roadside towns and
camping areas, then heading north toward the Columbia River along the
Washington border.

Scott had read on the internet that the forest that ran along the Columbia
River was an ideal location for a survival camp. He didn't want to stay in
any of the cities along the way because the stench of decaying bodies would
eventually drive him away and plus there was the element of meeting the
other, undesirable survivors. Although they may have beaten the plague, it
didn't mean they were all good. Law enforcement was now a thing of the past
and now that he had Keegan, this four-year-old boy that seemed to arouse him
sexually, might entice the wrong people to attack them.


Chapter 2: The Camp


The day was swallowed whole by the night. Scott used the ATV's headlamps to
burrow through the overgrown brush that had done a job covering the entrance
to either an old logging road or a fire access. Scott turned and eyed Keegan
who was fast asleep behind him, no doubt exhausted from crying out of
loneliness and fear. With all the gear he had taken from Hanson's, it made a
cozy nest for the boy assuring Scott that the boy wouldn't fall off during a
turn.

Although the ATV's lamps were slicing through the gloom, Scott knew he had
to find a spot to settle down for the night and think things through, to
determine whether other survivors were as confused and innocent as he was or
if, now that all structure of the law was no longer in existence, would be
running around with rifles, shooting everything that moved, committing all
forms of crimes. Perhaps seeking out the living wasn't a good idea. Now that
he was a new friend, brother or father to this child he wouldn't need
anyone. He would have all he needed in the boy sitting behind him.

He traveled up the terrain for another hour to ensure himself that he could
get a campfire going without anyone seeing the radiance of it then stopped
when he found a small clearing large enough to support his camp.


Chapter 3: Wicked Contemplation


"That's it. Open your mouth wider. Let it go in," Scott said gently, urging
the boy to eat the hot meal of beef stew. Keegan was half asleep as he ate
his first meal since the death of his mother. Scott didn't want the boy to
become ill, so he encouraged the nutrition and got him to eat nearly half
the ration of the stew from its pouch.

He unzipped the tent's screen and laid him into the sleeping bag, then went
about eating his own portion of the stew. He looked around and felt proud.
Not bad for a fourteen-year-old boy for setting up camp, feeding a child and
avoiding the whole "Mad Max" scenario. But his train of thought began to
stray not thinking of the plague nor thinking of the potential hostile
survivors, but the sensations he started feeling the moment he met Keegan.
He had hated it when his foster father raped him daily, but yet, he was
finding the memory of those days pleasant now that the shoe was on the other
foot. His mind raced with thoughts of what he could do to Keegan if he dare,
but whatever the old man had passed on to him was starting to blossom and he
realized as he stared into the campfire that his cock was harder than a
rock. The entire memory of his past mingled with the present fueling the
inner fire of what he was feeling. Was there a difference between victim and
victimizer? He wondered. If so, then the part of him that was interested in
the child sexuality issue was growing strong and by the minute. He tried to
shake the thoughts of having sex with a toddler clear from his mind, but
after a moment he saw himself in his mind's eye laying over the boy applying
pelvic pressure into his ass, issuing perverted kisses to his sweet mouth,
licking the boy's nipples and milking his tiny penis. It seemed as if the
fingers of flame in the pit of the campfire were not only tranquilizing his
thoughts, but they were feeding this never before seen dark side of his
psyche. How strange it was. A teen boy so mesmerized by the silky-smooth
skin of a four-year-old and the kid's ass, so round and innocent waiting for
the taking.

Before Scott knew it, he had withdrawn his dick from his pants and was
pulling on it thinking of every vile thing he could do to Keegan and there
would be no cop, no Forestry Officer and certainly no one that could
interfere if he made his thoughts happen.

Even though the night was young, his mind was fully awake and the fire would
burn for sometime allowing him to take a close look at what he had in the
boy known only as Keegan.

Chapter 4: Exploration and Graduation

Scott found himself pulling off Keegan's clothing a piece at a time and each
time he exposed a

little skin, the more certain he was that he would end up turning this
toddler into a sex toy. He could manipulate the boy into any sex act that he
felt like doing and be as dirty as he could possibly be. If he wanted to, he
could make the kid lick the shit off of his ass after a bowel movement.
Absolute power. That's what it had all been about with the rotting corpse of
his foster parents-power. Scott could understand why this was so sexually
appealing.

Once nude, Scott removed his own clothing and sat over the boy's sleeping
form, his dick long and hard as a rock. He rubbed the tip of his sex against
Keegan's lips, letting those gentle flaps stimulate him until he leaned into
his face and began to push his cock into the boy's mouth. Keegan was too
tired and groggy to dismiss what Scott was doing so he allowed his mouth to
be opened and stuffed. Scott inserted three-quarters of his head and began
to thrust mildly until he was comfortable that his dick wouldn't dislodge.
His pelvic pumps were mild at first and eventually grew faster. He tensed
and began to breathe heavily as he had reached the point to where he was now
fully involved in the act. Keegan slept and yet entertained the teen boy and
his penis. In and out he went and occasionally moaned and jerked to the
thrusting. Scott was lost to the bliss he was experiencing for the first
time forgetting what he meant to do: be gentle. He was now stabbing his
prick into the child's mouth forcefully finally getting Keegan to awaken.
Scott's head was now fully inside the child's mouth and the harder the
thrusting became the more Keegan tried to stop what was happening, but Scott
's size and weight and the sexual determination that flowed through his
veins would prove to be futile for the boy. Scott pumped, gasped and then
finally wheezed an order to the boy, "Hang on baby boy, I'm almost there, I'
m almost ready to come just ... a bit ... more." Since he was about to come,
Scott really put more enthusiasm into thrusting and humping. He hammered and
fucked this kid's mouth harder closing his eyes ignoring muffled cries. He
began to feel the inner explosion that produced the heavy flow of sperm,
shot out in sticky strings and into Keegan's mouth.

With a final jab of his dick deep into the toddler's mouth, Scott released
the final wad of come then dismounted the now crying boy. Keegan tried to
spit out the sperm, but Scott scooped up the oozing cream from the corners
of his mouth and put it back into him and forced his mouth shut and pinched
his nose. "Swallow it." Scott said. With no choice, Keegan swallowed the
product of the teen's balls with a bitter expression on his face as this
baby-making juice oozed down into his stomach. To watch him swallow and to
think of the sperm that he manage to produce, Scott knew that he had
graduated from being the victim to being the predator. Although his own
experience of being raped was done in a cruel manner and made it unpleasant
because of the physical pain that was induced upon him, Scott decided he
would attempt to molest Keegan with a gentleness that would secure Keegan's
mutual cooperation and allow himself to be fucked and hopefully get the boy
so interested in fucking that it would become a daily routine.

Scott lay next to the crying boy and took him into his arms and began to
stroke the naked boy's back getting his cries to subside to sobs. He hushed
the boy and spoke ever so gently into his ear, "I love you. From now on,
whenever I want, you'll take your clothes off and you'll let me do
everything I want. You'll let put your pee-pee into my mouth and it'll make
you feel good and you'll make my pee-pee feel good just like now. It'll be
so good."

Keegan sobbed while Scott looked into his piercingly blue, wet eyes and
looked at his small tender lips that just a short moment ago had been
wrapped around his cock milking him. He gave the boy a tiny kiss on his lips
and could taste a trace of his sperm. He issued a second, longer kiss which
advanced into a full passionate kiss which allowed him to slide his tongue
into Keegan's mouth and again tasted the coppery remnants of his come. Scott
explored the kid's mouth feeling teeth, the roof of his mouth and licked his
tongue. The event seemed to appeal to the toddler as he grew quiet and
allowed Scott to proceed. The probing and the gentleness of the kissing was
enough to edge the boy back into a deep sleep.

Scott realized that the campfire had died down and the night was once more
in control. He reached over to his fanny pack and removed a small flashlight
and switched it on. He examined Keegan's naked form and spread his smooth
legs gently apart and lay between them with his face less than an inch from
his small, finely chiseled penis. It was soft looking. Scott had only known
a man's and teenager's dick and had always had it in his mouth while fully
thick and hot, but here he was between the legs of a four-year-old with his
tiny penis asleep and his balls nice and plump. He knew the feel and texture
of skin on this kid's package would be far different from a man's so he
decided to act. He planted kisses all around the crown of his dick, licking
his balls in hopes of stimulating the kid's sex getting him hard enough that
would allow him to grab onto something to suck on.

For two hours Scott worked his lips up and down that tiny shaft, gripping
his lips to Keegan's erection milking the boy for sperm that would not come
for several more years. Scott was used to drinking sperm. He had grown used
to the taste and the flavor that at some point his foster father had forced
Scott to lay between his hairy legs and suck his dick all day, swallowing
the come that had been squirted out. In that day, he believed he had
consumed at least twelve ounces and the old man had never lost his erection.
He would have to train Keegan that sucking dick would be a daily tradition
and in time Keegan would surrender and anytime Scott felt horny, he could
unzip his pants, pull out his long, hard dick and stuff it into his mouth
and hump in and out until the flood of pearly-white cream came surging out.
The kid, with a bit of time and constantly feeding him the semen, Keegan
would adjust nicely to the taste and texture of his seed just as he had
done.

Keegan's firm erection made for a good blow allowing Scott's lips to glide
up and down with great ease with no sign of giving up. He felt the night
could not get any better and indeed it would not. He had the idea of turning
him over and giving the kid a rim job or run his cock up his ass, but since
Keegan's mother had died whenever, the boy had gone dirty and had an odor.
For tonight, getting blown and blowing the kid would have to do. Tomorrow
they would continue traveling west for a few hours and afterward, they would
strike up a camp and he would break out the portable shower and he could
groom the boy to his liking, but he would have to remember to stop off at a
pharmacy at the next town and get his hands on Fleet enemas and KY jelly so
he could enjoy his time in bed with the greatest of pleasures.

By now Scott could tell that little sleeping Keegan was experiencing his
first orgasm. He could feel that little woody beginning to throb hard
against his tongue making Scott to grip and slide that penis between his
lips as fast as he could. Keegan moaned and twitched as the orgasm washed
over him, but did not wake. Scott wondered how the boy would react to an
orgasmic explosion while awake. He would find out eventually.

Before going to bed, Scott climbed over Keegan once more nearly sitting over
his face, but instead of stuffing his mouth, Scott began to jerk-off
thinking of all the sordid things he was going to do, how he was going to
lick his feet, lick the boy's ass and running his hard cock into the gentle
warmness of his tiny rectum until the flow of sperm flooded him from within.
He could see in his mind's eye the spurting of come spilling from him
coating the walls of his intestines growing into a creamy flood until his
cock was fully submerged in his own seed, sloshing in and out through the
milky pools of bliss in a world only doctors are used to seeing-a world of
darkness.

The thrill of sodomizing this little boy brought Scott to climax. His cock
throbbed hard in his hand and like before he leaned forward and let the
globs of sperm shoot out, landing on his sweet lips. The more he watched the
strings of come issue forth, the longer the orgasm lasted and the more spunk
squirted out.

When he finished, he manipulated the sperm so that the semen deposit covered
the boy's mouth entirely and there he would let the congealing cream dry
through the night until Scott awoke the following day and the crusting
mess-a reminder of what he was and what he had done and what he was going to
do.

Tired and worried by what he might face in the way of survivors in the small
towns, Scott cuddled against Keegan's nude body and stroked him until his
eyes grew heavy and grainy then slipped into a dreamworld filled with sex
and death.


Chapter 5: Cooper Town


The tiny town of Cooper forty miles west of Applegate consisted of a bank, a
volunteer fire department, a general store, a hardware store, a Chevron gas
station and one small pharmacy connected to the office building of Herbert
Cohen, M.D. It was possible that the good doctor was not only the town's
only doctor, but the mayor, city clerk and of course the pharmacist.

The town had an uneasy feel, a strangeness far greater than Medford, but
Scott couldn't put his finger on it. At least in Medford there were bodies
lying on the streets or in cars. Here in this tiny town it was as if every
person, just before they died, had all lined up at the local cemetery, dug
their own graves and buried themselves. It was all too neat and clean. There
was something malignant about the whole affair and it bothered him. Keegan
however, was oblivious to anything because the candy bar and its wrapper
that he had snatched up from a bin at the general store was giving him
trouble trying to open it. Scott absent-mindedly took the candy and tore the
wrapper off and handed the treat back to him.

The tension in the air was so thick that Scott could have cut it with a
knife. For a small town and for such a quick chore of picking up the various
items that he would need to enjoy his new sex toy, it seemed like a
Herculean task that would take planning, military satellite reconnaissance
and courage to complete the mission.

He thought of leaving Keegan with the ATV in order to move quicker and save
him from potential harm if he had to start shooting, but thought better of
it. There was no one in sight and this irrational fear was unjustified.

Nevertheless, he withdrew the .357 Smith & Wesson revolver from his
waistband and took Keegan in hand and inched slowly forward. He peered
cautiously into the store fronts, to his sides and over his shoulders for
signs of movement but nothing moved, save the leaves and pine needles
blowing in the crisp fall wind.

He entered the pharmacy expecting to find a pile of rotting corpses all
gathered at the counter in hopes that the good doctor could pull a cure out
of his bag, but the store was empty and the shelves were fully stocked.
There was no sign of panic or medical desperation anywhere Scott gazed. They
moved through slowly trying to find what he needed when Scott eyed and isle
where toys and games were displayed, but what caught his attention were the
children's backpacks with assorted characters and comic book heroes. He
plucked a Spiderman sack off the rack while Keegan did the same and started
filling his bag with toys, Crayons and several coloring books.

Behind the counter, the long shelves had every drug that any ill person
could hope to find, but what he needed would make his time with Keegan in
bed easy until the little boy's asshole was finely broken in. "Daddy?"
Keegan called out behind him, stunning Scott.

"Did you call me daddy? Scott asked.

"Uh-huh." Keegan replied.

"What's the matter?" Scott replied with pride at the new title.

"This won't fit. Make it better." Keegan pointed at the straps of the
backpack.

"Don't worry, let daddy find what I'm looking for and I'll make it all
better."

He returned his attention to the shelves and carefully scanned the bottles
of prescription drugs. He found one drug he was familiar with, a drug known
as Vicodin, a pain medication and one that could come in handy one day. He
took it. The next drug he searched for he found: Valium. This would be the
key drug that would sedate Keegan when Scott penetrated his bottom and he
would make good use of this. He also collected other items such as shampoo,
toothpaste, tooth brushes, a few packs of little girls black nylon
stockings, Ace badges in different widths, the Fleet enemas and the KY
Jelly.

After gathering the supplies he needed and feeling more calm, he drove the
ATV to the Chevron station across the way and managed to fill the tank and
the emergency gas can before the electricity suddenly failed. He figured
that at some point the power stations and other utilities would falter as
there would be no one left alive to keep the infrastructure up and running.
One thing that he had been smart enough to think about was collecting
propane lanterns and a stove with as much propane tanks as the ATV could
carry. His only problem from this point on was the lack of power, therefore
making it hard to attain gasoline when the ATV ran dry. He could only hope
that they would run across cars along the road where he could siphon the
fuel from the tanks. He would need a hose.

The ACE Hardware store had plastic tubing that would serve nicely and he cut
a length. As they were about to exit the store, he saw a picture hanging
from the ceiling of the store depicting a man coming home with the solution
to a needed home repair and that's when the idea hit him. He dragged Keegan
out into the street and looked all around him, walking to one corner to
another then stopping to let out a hearty laugh. All his apprehension had
been a subconscious oddity. He realized that everywhere he looked there were
no cars. The streets were empty as if the town had picked up all at once and
had driven away. Because there was no electricity to power the fuel pumps at
gas stations and no cars to siphon gas from, he would have to be careful to
conserve his fuel in the ATV.


Chapter 6: The Hidden Cottage Of Good and Plenty


He nearly passed the mouth of the tiny gravel road when he spotted it out of
the corner of his eye. Scott figured he would drive up a mile and set up
camp, but as he advanced he realized that this was no logging road, but a
private driveway. Up ahead stood a cottage that you would expect to see in
some scenic painting of country life. A warm, cozy single story house with a
flowery garden and a generous porch filled with all sorts of plant life and
porch furniture. The house seemed to be empty but there was no doubt that
within lie the remains of the former owners, decomposing and filling the
house with a putrid stench, but when he and Keegan dismounted the ATV and
explored the house they found it empty. Moving from room to room they found
evidence that the house was abandoned. They found dresser drawers and
closets empty of clothes and by the looks of the furnishings and decor, the
house had belonged to an older couple. The kitchen was fully equipped and
surprisingly the refrigerator was freshly stocked and still cold considering
the power had quit earlier, but not long after while exploring the outside,
Scott discovered the house was supplied with a generator with a hefty supply
of gasoline for such emergencies. The outbuilding (or barn) also had an
ample supply of gasoline tanks, tools and two deep freezers filled to the
brim with frozen meats and vegetables. To Scott, whatever had driven the
entire town of Cooper had persuaded these people to leave behind all that
they had built up to deal with the worldwide crisis, but being old, they
must have easily succumbed to the plague somewhere on their way to nowhere,
but their demise.

Scott had spent a few minutes and fired up the generator and the large
propane tank and made a hot meal, feeding Keegan a better meal than his
last. He gathered up the used dishes giving them a fast wash and storing
them, then set his heart on bathing stinking beauty.

He stripped Keegan and quickly ran out to the back porch and dumped the
stinky clothing, as well as his own, into the washing machine and retreated
to the master bedroom administering the enema until Keegan released
everything out of his bowels then entered into a soft, warm shower. The feel
of that jet of warmness satisfied his mind then looked down and noticed that
Keegan was looking intently at Scott's limp dick. "You gonna be a good boy
for daddy?" He asked.

Keegan smiled.

Scott took a bottle of shampoo and made Keegan hold his hands out then
poured a dollop into his tiny hands and made him rub them together until a
foamy lather was created. He took Keegan's hands and told him to wash Scott'
s dick until he told him to stop. Keegan did as he was told without a fuss,
mainly because the little boy was curious about the older boy's cock.

Back and forth between slippery palms went Keegan's gentle hands causing
Scott to inflate to a length and hardness that would guarantee a fat wad of
come to slap the toddler in the face unsuspecting that the liquid came from
his new daddy's penis. Scott leaned forward against the tile letting Keegan
to work his flesh, closing his eyes and beginning to rock his groin back and
forth assisting the adventure toward a climax. All he could think of was
Keegan and his rose-colored lips and how they had been wrapped around his
cock until the creamy substance of his lust had erupted from him filling the
child with an adults form of creamy-white pudding. He let his mind wander
and his heart linger upon the very things that would soon take place in
their new room, making an old couple's innocent bed into a bed of evil lust
where he would fill the toddler's bottom with the same length and hardness
that was now in his small hands, still yanking curiously and happy to do
something that would please his new daddy.

Scott's ass began to throb and his legs began to weaken as the orgasm that
was lying in wait was finally awakened and began to surge with a burning
need to see the light. Scott pumped a bit faster as the climax grew more
fierce forcing him to gasp and groan over and over, "Yes, baby! That's
right! Keep doing it, make daddy hap-happy! Oh!" He wanted to stop, make the
orgasm halt its forward progress so he could savor the feel, but the
intensity of his erection and the oncoming climax was more than he could
bare and with great force, steady, heavy strings of semen began to shoot out
in varying directions, some thick creamy strings hitting Keegan on his upper
left cheek, another dangling from his lower lip and chin and other strings
and wads on his little chest. It seemed as if the orgasm would last forever
and that by the time he was done Keegan would be covered in come stains. But
just as quickly as the orgasm had arrived, it had stopped and Scott
collapsed to his knees wrapping his weak arms around Keegan breathing deeply
and holding his eyes tightly shut reliving the moment of ejaculation and the
tactile touch of small innocent hands to his fat cock. Although the plague
had corrupted the world with mass death, it had spawned a new form of life
and that life was blissful freedom to do as he pleased even if it were
morally wrong. This was Scott's rule and whatever law he laid down applied.


Chapter 7: Scott's Rule


Keegan yawned infectiously while Scott built a blaze in the fireplace. He
had given Keegan the drug and was now taking effect. He sat cross-legged on
the bed watching Scott with the fire, gazing hypnotically at the tendrils of
flame, fingers that reached never-ending toward some strange place where
sleep seemed as friendly and the stars where wishes were born shared a dark
sky with a full moon made of cheese. Keegan missed his mother and remembered
her sweet scent and her tender embrace, but she had gone to sleep and stayed
asleep forcing him to eat Fruit Loops for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even
as the night came he had to climb onto the table to switch on the light,
then would curl up next to his mother feeling how cold she felt. Being so
little and pure, even he knew enough to cover her up in hope that when the
sun rose she would awake from a restful sleep, but she never did. On the
other hand, the following day, Keegan knew his daddy was out of town working
and he had hoped, since his mommy wouldn't wake, he would take his teddy and
the Radio Flyer and walk the streets in hopes his daddy would see him and
claim him, but he never saw his daddy, but the older boy, the boy with the
big pee-pee.

Keegan yawned again and felt the incredible pull of sleep tugging at his
eyelids like weights of steal.

He laid back on the bed tucking himself under the warm covers in hopes that
he wouldn't be as cold as his mother's body had been. For some reason his
new daddy didn't want him to dress in jammies or at least some undies,
nevertheless, he laid his head on the pillow and felt the fairies pulling
him toward Neverland, maybe Tinker Bell herself flying him through immortal
time and space where he would be a pirate-fighting lost boy joining Peter
against his old nemesis, Capt. Hook.

Keegan smiled at the thought of wielding a sword at rum-drunken pirates,
then faded away upon the pixie dust of his dreams.

***

The warmth of the fire made Scott's skin feel good. Although the seasons
were changing from fall to winter, the nights would grow colder and he
couldn't afford to waste the propane supply he had. He would keep the
fireplace in this one room going all day and night chopping wood daily as an
exercise to stretch his body after long nights in the sack with Keegan.

Keegan.

Scott turned and watched the boy slip under the covers and fall to sleep. He
was going to be patient. He wanted the Valium to take full effect so he
could enter Keegan's rectum. With a drug as strong as Valium in a toddler's
body, he figured Keegan would have a hard time responding to the sexual
assault that would shortly come.

Scott made a comfortable bed from a futon as large as a full size bed on the
floor next to the fireplace. The regular bed seemed to "mushy" and creaky
for fucking, so the floor and a nice warm fire would do the trick and
provide both of them with enough heat while the rape began.

Scott remembered long ago when he was seven, shortly before he ended up in
the foster care system sharing a bed with his cousin Kyle and the cruelty
during the night that he administered while aunt Victoria was slumbering
away on a sea of vodka.

Kyle, the pudgy bastard of thirteen, had managed to fool everyone with his
geekoid appearance and his brilliant intellect not leaving traces of his
dark secret of how he would undress Scott during the night and lay his body
over him, thrusting his firmly trimmed cock into his ass until he felt the
splatter of pleasure filling him. He remembered the sweet words Kyle would
use to sooth him before he began molesting him, telling him how good little
boys made the older boys happy by pretending to make babies that came out of
the boy's asshole and the sweet love of kissing would seal them as lovers.
At the time the words were to intense for him to understand their meaning,
but the memory of them lingered and at some point when he was ready to fuck
Keegan while fully awake, he would verbally romance him, uttering sweet
words of adoration into his ears telling him how he would fill the emptiness
with a creamy spill of pleasure and how those tiny lips would milk the soft
hardness of his flesh. Yes. Keegan would hear first hand the love of a
teenage pedophile that would make intense love to him until the child grew
into adulthood making both of them gay lovers in a dying world.

A shower of flaming embers shot up as Scott used the poked to move the logs
around keeping the fire hot and intense. Although naked, Scott felt warm.
His penis was as stiff as titanium and his heart was set and eager.

He glanced at the wall clock and noticed that a full hour had elapsed just
thinking about his second cousin Kyle and the wicked night terrors. By now
the Valium should be deep within Keegan's system and he should be ready.

He lifted the boy off the bed without Keegan stirring, laying him naked on
the makeshift bed and stroked his soft baby skin.

Scott fingered Keegan's rectum, stroking the ring of ripples of tough
muscles. It was a bland coloring much like the shade of scar tissue. This
small orifice intrigued Scott because in a just a bit he would impale Keegan
with his thick cock that would be much thicker than a typical turd and no
question, it would hurt if he were awake. Maybe by raping him while sedated
would acclimate the kid to the size of his erection until taking it up the
ass was no big deal while he was awake. That's how it had been with him when
decomposing foster dad raped him, fucking him day in and day out until the
momentum became so common that the intrusions were just a normal function
with no pain and very little discomfort.

Scott spread Keegan's legs far apart and began licking his ass cheeks
lovingly enjoying the smoothness of his skin as his tongue probed every
portion with a longing. What bothered him was that it didn't bother him that
he was eating a little boy's ass with all the enthusiasm of eating a honey
baked ham. He licked until the tip of his tongue found the rectum, the most
intimate and private portion of the body and pressed deep trying to defy the
strength of muscle, but licked and mewled in delight knowing he was knee
deep into this dark vice, this bedtime sin. He wanted to know Keegan better
than his own parents had known him; he wanted to taste the flavor of his new
son so that if the world started up again, people would stare at the
beautiful boy and not know they would be looking at a boy that had his butt
fully licked and his rectum stuffed and his belly filled with globs of
sperm. Scott took his sweet time to get used to licking this tiny ass
because whenever he felt nasty he would make Keegan drop his pants and bend
him over and lick the kid until he was content, then run his cock up his ass
until he was satisfied he had expelled enough fluid to flood him from
within.

With a mild, unique flavor left on his tongue, Scott had had enough ass
licking and decided it was time this kid lost his cherry.

He opened the tube of KY Jelly and smothered his index finger with it and
began driving it up Keegan's hole. Not even the cold jelly or the
penetration by his finger made the boy flinch or murmur in his sleep. Scott
worked his finger in and out working the jelly in.

Next he smothered his erect cock with the jelly, wiped his hands off with a
towel and positioned himself over the boy's small frame trying to make a
connection. He poked here and there until he found the ruffled entry and
began to apply pressure. When he was allowed to sodomize his foster dad on
those rare occasions, he would be guided and insertion was so easy that
fucking was fast and easy, but with a toddler he would be tight and he would
have to test the waters and try with all of his heart to not tear his hole
as there were no emergency rooms that could patch up the damage, so Scott
applied gentle, but firm pressure, but that tiny vacuum resisted. Gentle
firmness could not be allowed if he were to succeed, so he took up a sturdy
posture and jabbed hard this time feeling that small fissure open up and
begin to swallow his dick head. Once his head was in, the rest of his shaft
would glide easily on the bed of the KY allowing him to thrust gently at
first-pull out-push in for several minutes until he was positive that Keegan
's rectum wasn't going to tear, then began to thrust with all the grace of
fucking a woman's pussy with great ease. despite this fat teenage cock with
youthful eagerness, Scott stopped caring and began truly fucking. He broke
out into a fevered sweat as he hammered and pounded, yelped in lustful glee
stabbing the child harder now, gasping out loudly finding the pleasure of
Keegan's ass gripping at his cock tight as it slid in and out fast and
furious, overwhelming his thoughts with images of Keegan's beautiful face
and fantasizing that he had Keegan's parents, every person he had known in
his life sitting in chairs, encircling the futon bed, watching him mount and
feed his cock into Keegan's void, thrusting wildly, piercing the center of
this boy's innocence with utter disrespect for the morality of childhood. He
humped and pounded profoundly finally making Scott to no longer gasp, but to
cry out in pleasurable soliloquies, "YES, BABY! YOUR BOY PUSSY HAS CALLED TO
ME EVEN BEFORE YOU WERE BORN! TAKE ME! OH, TAKE ME! LET YOUR HOLE EAT MY
ROD!" And in and out it went. Keegan's smooth white back was wet once more,
not from the shower water, but from all of the sweat that Scott's body was
producing.

Just as he felt the tingle of an invading orgasm, Scott remembered the last
time he wanted to savor the feel, this time he forced himself to stop in mid
thrust and allowed the flow of sperm to run for cover before proceeding.

He looked down and realized that his sexual bliss had blinded him to the
fact that all of his thrusting was pushing the boy off the bed and onto the
cold hardwood floor. Afraid, he dismounted Keegan and pulled him back on the
bed and before starting over he inspected his tiny hole and saw no evidence
of tearing or blood, so he applied another dollop of KY and pressed back in
and this time he found it more easy to enter him. He was able to cycle his
hips hard and fast as if he had not even stopped. He started gasping once
more and fucked him with a passionate purpose. With all of the humping and
thrusting, Keegan's body flopped around like a rag doll. The absolute thrill
of drilling this kid was the greatest experience in the world and in spite
of the death of the world this new found form of life would make up for the
loss of humanity. Scott dug deeper this time making the child to groan, but
fell silent again. He ignored it and kept driving in and out banging faster
and faster until there was no stopping the oncoming flood. Scott screamed as
the electrical surge coursing through his balls gripped him with an
inexplicable pleasure so enigmatic and far more different from coming in his
mouth the night before, that he thought his whole body was about to explode.
The surge of semen began to jet out in thick ropes, pumping out of him in
great quantities. It seemed the more nastier the sex was and the more sexual
effort applied the more his balls were willing to play and to pay out in
great reward. The orgasm lasted longer than any he had ever experienced. He
now fully understood why his foster father was so obsessed with fucking him
so religiously, because it brought forth a mystical element toward the
penetration, the pumping and the climax. It was a process that had its own
form of life that lived briefly then passed away with each session and every
time he would begin anew, that new life force was born once more with its
own personality.

He pumped hard for several more seconds until he felt his seminal ducts
begin to dry up, then collapsed over Keegan, who was once more over the cold
hardwood floor. He pulled out of his bottom and pulled him back onto the bed
where he took him into his arms and planted passionate kisses over his lips.
He could taste the remnants of the toothpaste on his tongue as he slipped
into his mouth, probing and tasting. He felt the contours that lay hidden
within and he thought to himself how wonderful it was that Keegan was
getting to taste his own ass through the tongue of the teen boy who had just
given him a rim job. Of course, he could not lick him anymore tonight. His
ass was smothered in KY and that would no doubt be a nasty taste.

His kisses lasted for a while, more out of appreciation than not, then moved
his hungry lips to his chest where he licked his nipples for a bit and
planted himself between his legs and began to nurse from his little penis,
licking and manipulating that cock as best he could but couldn't get the boy
to respond to the stimulation. The Valium had taken the boy under too deep
and in order to get a good hold of some flesh, he would have to do it while
he was awake. So instead, he stuffed his mouth with Keegan's penis and
scrotums rolled them around in his mouth until he started to jerk and groan
in pain.

He planted kisses and licked Keegan's thighs and legs working his way down
to his feet where he sucked on each pink tow and milked each one as if they
were five cocks lined up in a row waiting for hungry lips to bring forth the
pleasure.

As the night dragged on, Scott had mounted Keegan four more times and each
event brought the boy out of his drug-induced slumber making him cry out
from the girth that was sliding into him but before the final orgasm came
for the night, Keegan lay quietly with his eyes wide open as Scott pumped
and hammered in and out until the next deluge of sperm came pouring out. He
was beginning to adjust to having his bottom filled with Scott's cock and
from now on he could get laid with him while awake and get some interaction
in the process.

It was just after two in the morning when Scott finished up with Keegan.
Keegan complained about having to go to the bathroom and so as he sat on the
toilet Scott cleaned the KY off his dick and then finally felt the weight of
the day take him. He was tired beyond belief. The night had been magical and
filled with all the treasures of a sexual goldmine. There would be more to
come, but for now, he would help Keegan finish his business and would climb
into bed with his baby boy and surrender to the night.


Chapter 8: The Dreams


A hot wind blew the curtains wildly during the summer day. In the kitchen,
Aunt Victoria was blessing herself with a cool drink of vodka and orange
juice, getting up and disappearing into her room while he lay on his belly
in the family room coloring pictures of his mommy and daddy during happy
times when he looks up and sees Kyle, his second cousin, looking at him
through his glasses. Little Scotty sees a malignant gaze in his cousin's
eyes. Kyle reaches down and grabs Scotty by the hand and leads him outside,
behind the barn and into the thick woods. The deeper they go the darker it
becomes and the cooler it is, but Scotty is afraid, of what, he is not sure,
but there is something dark and ominous permeating the air with something
tragic.

They round a large rock formation and there Scotty sees a large blanket
laying on the ground. "We're gonna play a game," Kyle tells him and begins
taking off Scotty's clothes.

Although it is summer, Scotty shivers as if winter has arrived unannounced,
then he watches as Kyle undresses and begins pulling on his pee-pee, yanking
on it back and forth making him smile. He looks down and notices that his
cousin's pee-pee has grown long and hard. Kyle takes hold of him and lays
him on his back. Kyle begins to kiss him furiously as if trying to thank him
for something good he has done, but can't figure out just what that might
be, but the kissing stops and Kyle sits up over Scotty's upper chest and his
once-pleasant tone of voice changes to a mean-spirited tone and threatens
little Scotty that if he bites him, he will cut Scotty's tiny pee-pee off
with a knife and for the effect Kyle pulls a knife from his pants strewn on
the ground beside them and manages to convey the message very clear. Kyle
plants his cock into Scotty's mouth and there it remains, pushing in and out
and at times molesting his gag reflex, but succeeds in keeping from throwing
up and allows his cousin to work his pee-pee in and out now making funny
noises as he begins to push faster and faster. Scotty is scared because he
now hears those funny sounds turning to crying and he begins to believe that
somehow he must be biting him making him cry. He too wants to cry because
that means that when Kyle is through, he will have his pee-pee cut off, but
before he could think of the pain and seeing his own pee-pee laying on the
ground in a pool of blood, he feels something warm and sticky is in his
mouth and oozing to the back of his throat making him cough and choke, but
Kyle won't get off, pumps a bit faster and squirts more of the salty, bitter
juice into his mouth until he feels he will choke, but then it is over. Kyle
gets up. Little Scotty is able to choke down the wads of the liquid that has
been placed in his mouth. The coughing subsides and Kyle gets on his hands
and knees and orders little Scotty to lick his butt. "Don't forget, if you
don't I'll cut your pee-pee off!" With no choice, Scotty puts his face into
Kyle and begins to lick until Kyle forces his head deeper and commands him
to lick harder. Scotty does all that is told of him and this goes on for
sometime until the thickness of the woods has grown considerably darker and
stars begin to appear between the boughs around them.

They dress hurriedly and once again Scotty is led by the hand and they exit
the forest to find the mountain house dark.

Darkness is around little Scotty, but somewhere, near, there is a dim glow
of a light and he knows where he is-bed, the nightlight on the wall. It is
in the dead of night and Kyle is once more on top of him, but instead of
having his big pee-pee in his mouth, it is on his forehead with a sticky goo
on him. Kyle his breathing hard like always before, rubbing his privates as
if trying to relieve an itch that won't go away. He works back and forth and
murmurs as he moves whispering something to himself while his eyes are
tightly shut and Scotty knows that Kyle is seeing something in his mind,
something bad which fuels every back and forward thrust which rubs against
his soft skin without friction, but effortless pumping until Kyle's body
stiffens like a statue and begins groaning and now Scotty can hear what Kyle
had been murmuring all along. Not quite dirty talk, or chants of lust, but
pleading, "I don't like having sex with you, mommy. It feels wrong. I don't
like having sex with you, mommy. It feels wrong." These words repeat like
some magical spell that will wish away a nightmare or the creature that
lives in a child's closet. As one orgasm claims Kyle, without missing a
beat, he keeps thrusting over little Scotty's forehead for the longest time
ejaculating sperm each time he felt his cousin firm up and gasp hard as if
each time he came it was like a betrayal of his mother by molesting Scotty.
"Look at me, Mommy, I'm not your baby lover anymore, Scotty is mine and I'll
fuck him instead of you," Kyle murmurs defiantly as yet another ripping
climax assaults his loins unleashing more globs of pearl. Little Scotty
remembers the next day that his hair and portions of his face are covered
with crusting sperm as if he had been glazed like a donut, a bitter color of
cream that would rival the color of a blinding, searing white.

He remembers a searing white which makes him scream out loud as pain
branches out from his bottom. He looks up and it is midday in the forest,
back on the blanket behind the rock formation. He is naked and on his belly
and Kyle is now over him. Kyle rams his bottom hard showing no mercy as he
appears to be enjoying himself, thrusting deep, gasping. He feels the weight
of his cousin's pelvis laying heavily over his bottom and the brute force
pushing him forward with each painful stab of flesh. Kyle rocked his body
back and forth for hours granting little Scotty time to adjust to the size
and length of this rape. It seemed as if the day had halted and with each
passing orgasm, Scotty could hear seething rage shout out of his cousin's
mouth as the final squirt of sperm had spurted out for the day, "YOU FUCKING
BITCH! I WILL FUCK BOYS BEFORE I EVER ENJOY YOUR SPOILED PUSSY!" He stabbed
once more making little Scotty grunt at the poke then he felt pudgy Kyle's
body collapse over his tiny body, making it hard to breathe.

Although the new school year had begun Scotty remembers how hot it still was
and how hard it was to breathe. He finds himself alone dressing in the
bathroom trying to button his short sleeve shirt, slipping on his sky-blue
shorts, but just as he hears the horn of the school bus, he runs to the
kitchen where he sees Kyle picking up his lunch bag and running out the
door. As he attempts to do the same, his hand is seized by his aunt Victoria
who bends forward to lean into his face and whispers, "No school for you
today. Today we're gonna play a game that Kyle likes to play with me,
'Honeymoon,' and it'll be so much fun."

He remembers the sour stench of orange juice on Victoria's breath as he is
led up the stairs and into her room.

By now he can hear the school bus leaving the drive for the country road
that will keep Kyle away for the day. Little Scotty likes the idea that Kyle
won't be around and he can play a real game for once in a long time and with
his aunt. But as he enters her bedroom, she sits at the edge of the bed and
stands him before her looking at him much the same way Kyle would do before
using his big fat pee-pee on him. Victoria licks her lips and appears to be
sizing up this seven-year-old, undressing him with her eyes trying to decide
what she wants from him and then whispers in his ear, "together, sweet-pea,
we'll make a baby and he'll be the most prettiest thing ever born."

She goes to her dresser and opens the jewelry box sorting through rings,
selecting one and slipping it over the fourth finger on his left hand and
announces that they are now married and he has to do all the things a
husband does.

She removes his clothing, unbuttoning the shirt that had given him trouble
earlier and easily slides his shorts and underwear off. He stands nude
before her feeling even more nervous than he had been with Kyle. At least,
being naked with another boy wasn't so bad, but when Victoria slips off her
robe she is instantly naked. Her breasts, Kyle notes, are perky with eager
nipples, much like his mother's nipples had been. She begins to rub herself
and she sits on the bed and invites him up with her. As he sits close up
next to her she strokes his shoulders, rubbing his face and reaching down
and stroking his cock, rubbing it until it has grown hard. She lays back and
encourages him to lay on her and helps him position himself over her in just
the right spot then aides his little pee-pee into her jagged, hairy slit and
places her hands on his warm ass and begins to move him back and forth,
forcing him to thrust his small body in and out keeping his penis stiff and
provoked. This is not the same game that he and his own mother had played.
What he was doing with his aunt was just as bad as what he and Kyle did, but
Victoria was not inflicting pain, only making his pee-pee feel weird, almost
similar as to when Kyle puts it in his mouth and made it go in and out; but
laying on his aunt, Little Scotty likes the feel of her soft body as he lays
his whole weight upon her, rocking back and forth, beginning to grunt, not
because he is fully involved in the act, but because she is desperately
shoving him into her with an intensity that he is sure will tear off his
pee-pee. His rectum sizzles in pain as she slides a finger with a sharp nail
into him, poking deep and withdrawing remnants of the earlier shit he had
taken and she slips it into her mouth as if she had scooped up a dollop of
chocolate and passionately licked it off of her finger. Little Scotty is
disgusted by what she has done and feels even more sick when she offers him
a taste, but refuses. She doesn't persist, but returns her attention to
manipulating his groin in and out of her.

This session continues for over three hours until little Scotty begins to
feel that familiar tingling sensation in his groin, that good feeling that
Kyle makes happen every night. He begins to tense and as it grows greater
and more electrifying he starts to grunt and groan because the orgasm is now
in control of him and he doesn't understand why he feels what he feels and
why he shouldn't be crying by now, but feels good and wants the feeling to
keep going, then he suddenly feels the detonation in his pee-pee and he can
feel it throb and throb until that goodness begins to fade all while
breathing hard.

Aunt Victoria begins to laugh at him as she no longer moves him up and down,
but it is clear that she has not been satisfied. She lays him on his back
and whispers, "Time for you to make me feel like the woman I should be."

From the bedside table drawer, she removes rolls of Ace bandages and begins
tying his wrists and ankles to the bed posts and climbs over his upper chest
much like Kyle does just before he shoves his hotdog in his mouth.

The warmness seems to grow hotter and now the air is thicker. Victoria leans
forward and shoves her hairy, wet pussy against Little Scotty's mouth and
nose and says, "Try to breathe the best you can. Kyle does." The moisture on
her cunt is enough to provide a frictionless ride and she proceeds by
rubbing her cunt against him in a fast desperate pace, gasping and yelping
as if she had already been in the throes of a good fuck, but her stinky slit
and the wiry pubes against his smooth face and the relentless sliding motion
against his mouth and nose makes it horrifying to breathe. He can't catch
his breath and soon struggles hard to fight against the bandages that bind
him. Here and there a moment of opportunity presents itself to allow him a
breath, but it is short-lived and he struggles until his face, toes and
fingers begin to tingle and he begins to fade and his struggling comes to a
halt-

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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