Sharing Adam  (M+b,nepi,toddler,oral,anal,abuse,blood,beast,gore,snuff)

by Sid Phillips (sid.phillips@yandex.com)



AUTHOR'S NOTE: As always, this is a work of fiction, not fact. Do not 
               treat it as a guide. Huge thanks to Tony R at the 
               following e-mail address: drax99@hotmail.co.uk for his 
               suggestions and advice while writing this story. Feedback - 
               as well as suggestions for future stories is always 
               appreciated.


STORY INTRO: Three men gather in a barn to rape a 1-year-old boy. But 
             these aren't your typical pedophiles.



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Pete had the barn: an old-fashioned wood-and-nails-and-nothing-else shack 
in the middle of his sprawling property in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. 
You could run for miles in any direction and still not spot another soul. 
It stank to high heaven of years of horse shit, courtesy of a stallion 
named Wrecker that called the place home.

Richard had the boy: a one-year-old toddler by the name of Adam. Christ, 
who are we kidding, you don't give a fuck what his name was. All you care 
about is his miniscule dicklet, his tight ballsac, and the barely 
perceptible wrinkle that served as his asshole.

Rodney had the plan: months of subtle hints and meaningful looks, countless 
hours of convincing his friends that no one would ever know. That they 
deserved to take what they wanted. Rodney suggested the boy and the barn - 
not to mention what they would do to the boy in the barn.

"Hey guys," Pete said as he opened his front door. 

He glanced at the top of Adam's head, poking out of Richard's arms. Even as 
his cock stiffened in his pants, he considered shutting the door and never 
talking to either of them again. He wanted Adam more than he could handle, 
but he didn't want to hurt an innocent boy. And he didn't want to go to 
prison.

"Hey, Pete," Richard said. "We doing this or what?"

Pete swallowed hard and looked at Rodney, who was smiling reassuringly. He 
swallowed hard and said: 

"Yeah, I guess we are."

"That's the spirit." Rodney said with a chuckle. "And hey, it's a beautiful 
day to rape a toddler." The other two men laughed nervously, neither of them 
fully committed to the day's planned activities.

Rodney led the way to the barn, setting a determined pace. He knew how 
uncertain his friends were, but he also knew that as soon as Adam was naked 
in the barn, their doubts would disappear as quickly as their clothes.

"Good afternoon, Wrecker." Rodney said cheerily as he opened the door. 

The stallion nickered in response. 

Peter followed him in, walking over to Wrecker and rubbing his long neck. 
But Richard hung back, holding Adam protectively.

Rodney noted the line of his gaze. "Don't worry, man. We aren't going to 
start with that. Wrecker doesn't have to get involved at all." 

He patted Richard on the shoulder. 

"Let's just take it slow and see what happens. We can stop whenever you want."

Still reluctant, Richard walked into the barn, staying far away from the 
stallion.

Rodney closed the door in triumph, using the padlock Peter had provided for 
good measure. He had been waiting ever since he found out his friend's wife 
was pregnant with a boy. Fuck that, he had been waiting ever since he was 
thirteen and he first thought about a baby 'in that way.' 

He knew, more so than the other two men, what was going to happen that day. 
His dick had been throbbing since he woke up that morning. He was not 
leaving the barn without getting inside of Adam.

"Cheer up guys." He said. 

His face couldn't contain his exhilaration any longer. 

"Richard, can you take his clothes off or should I?" 

Richard laughed shakily as Rodney approached him. 

"Put him down on the bench."

Slowly, the baby's father put the boy down on the unfinished wooden bench. It 
was at the perfect height, lining up Adam's ass perfectly with Rodney's 
impatient cock as it strained against his pants.

Peter stepped up behind Rodney and peeked over his shoulder. 

'What a wimp.' Rodney thought, 'too scared to take what he wants and too weak 
to walk away. He's lucky I included him. Like I needed his fucking barn to 
have a good time.`

"It's okay." Rodney said as Richard hesitated. "Just take off his clothes and 
see how you feel. If you want to stop, we can."

"Yeah, okay." He said - nodding his head.

'Fucking get on with it.' Rodney thought. 'How do these two get dressed in 
the morning without me there to tell them what to wear?'

As Richard removed Adam's oversized shirt, Rodney moaned in mock appreciation. 
It wasn't the boy's stomach he wanted, but his friends needed the encouragement. 
Indeed, Peter moaned right along with him, like he needed his approval before 
he could do anything. 

Richard looked up at them and smiled uncertainly.

When his pants were removed, Peter spoke up: 

"C...can I hold those?" 

Richard happily handed them over, anything to slow the process down further. 
Rodney gave himself a headache trying not to roll his eyes as Peter started 
sniffing the boy's pants.

'I swear to god,' Rodney thought bitterly, 'if he fucking blows his load from
sniffing some department store rags...'

Finally, the father's hands were poised over his son's diaper. 

Rodney nearly fell to his knees in relief once the diaper was removed. The 
hard work was done, nothing would stop the pedophiles now that Adam was naked 
before them.

Peter even had the balls to step forward and stand next to Rodney instead of 
behind him. 

"He's beautiful." Peter said in a hushed whisper.

"Yeah." Richard said, "He is."

More than ready to start raping the little shit, Rodney restrained himself 
and said: 

"Why don't you kiss him Richard?"

Richard smiled at him, as if in thanks. Then he bent down slowly, pausing 
before making contact, and pressing his lips against the boy's. 

"I'll bet he tastes good." Rodney said. 

Richard moaned against the baby, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue 
gently against Adam's parted lips.

Peter had his hand in his pants, massaging his dick as he watched the tame 
scene. Rodney silently started the countdown to Peter's first cumshot of the 
night: he gave him a generous thirty seconds. He put his arm around Peter and 
drew him close. The more encouragement he gave his accomplices, the faster 
things would go.

Meanwhile, Richard was finally getting into the spirit of the afternoon. He 
was holding his hand against the side of Adam's face and making out with him 
enthusiastically. As he grew more insistent, the boy started to whimper in 
protest. Rodney took it as a good sign that it didn't seem to slow the man 
down.

Richard's thumb entered the boy's mouth, prying his lips further apart. Even 
Rodney enjoyed the sucking sounds as the father sucked his son's tongue into 
his mouth.

'Okay.' Rodney thought, 'now to move things along.' 

"How about we give Peter a turn?" He asked.

Richard lifted his head from Adam's, a trail of drool connecting them. He 
licked his lips and said: 

"Yeah, of course."

Peter suddenly needed no more encouragement as he immediately bent down and 
slipped his tongue into the one-year-old's mouth. Rodney put his arm around 
Richard's shoulder then, and slipped his hand into the man's pants. 

"Shit." Rodney said. "You're bigger than I remember from college."

Richard smiled at the compliment. "You think Adam will be able to handle me?"

Rodney took a chance and answered, "I don't think he'll have much of a choice. 
Do you?"

Richard grinned. "Yeah, I guess not."

"How's about we start getting him ready. You want to lick his asshole?" 

Richard was on his knees in an instant and Rodney took the initiative to slid 
Adam across the bench and lift his little legs into the air, presenting his 
virgin ass crack to Richard.

As Richard started licking the length of Adam's crack, the boy really started 
making noise. His undeveloped nervous system could hardly distinguish the 
intense pleasure he was experiencing from pain. His whimpering grew ever louder, 
threatening to turn into crying.

Rodney took the opportunity, with both of his friends' heads bowed to their work, 
to do what he wanted with the boy. He took a firm hold of one of the boy's feet 
and started twisting it. Once he started, he could barely stop himself. Even 
after the boy's bones offered him resistance, he continued to twist.

The boy's whimpering became truly earnest. He would probably have been crying if 
Peter weren't keeping his mouth so busy. Rodney continued to apply pressure and 
pain mercilessly, just until the point when a bone was in danger of breaking. Then 
he held the foot in place.

He wanted nothing more than to keep twisting, to feel and hear the boy's bones 
crack. There was no fantasy he held dearer than that of breaking a baby's bones. 

But it was too early yet. Peter and Richard hadn't yet sacrificed their humanity. 

Rodney knew the time was coming however, so he reluctantly released the tension 
on the foot and went back to motivating his friends.

Richard was in the process of trying to enter Adam with his tongue, but Pete was 
still making out with the boy.

Rodney gripped both of Adam's legs in one hand and used his free hand to undo 
Pete's pants, releasing his dripping cock. He stroked him several times, 
reminding the man that he had a cock.

"Hey Pete," Rodney said. "how about we give Adam a taste of your cock?"

Pete's eyes shot open in shock, his tongue stilling for the first time since he 
started kissing Adam. Rodney continued to jerk the throbbing cock and said: 

"Just think of it like a big pacifier."

'I should have just kidnapped the kid,' Rodney thought, 'and washed my hands of 
these two. How long is it going to be before I get to break this faggot's bones?'

"Yeah, that's my Peter." Rodney said as Peter separated from Adam, coming up for 
air with baby drool coating half his face. Not giving the man a chance to think 
any further, Rodney guided him forward by his cock, placing the head delicately 
against Adam's wet lips.

Pete gave a shudder of delight as Adam instinctively wrapped his lips around the 
head of his cock and started to suck. 

"See?" Rodney said. "He thinks you're his mommy. He just wants a little milk."

Leaving Peter to it, Rodney focused his attention on Richard. He was still 
worshipping Adam's ass with his tongue, giving the boy nothing but pleasure. 

It sickened Rodney. 

"You'll be able to get your tongue a lot deeper if you open him up a little. 
Why don't you work a finger in there?"

He watched in boredom as Richard tentatively moved his finger to Adam's 
little hole, prodding it gently. 

"Come on Ricky, you know how good it felt to have my cock in your asshole. 
Doesn't Adam deserve some of that?"

Finally, Richard pushed his finger into the baby's hole, going knuckle-deep 
in one fluid - albeit overly gentle - motion.

'Fuck this.' Rodney thought. 'I need to move things along. I'm as soft as wet 
paper.'

He released Adam's legs and let them lower onto Richard's head. Then he moved 
up behind Peter, pressing himself against the man's back and laying his head 
on his shoulder. Reaching around, he gently tilted Adam's head toward them, 
careful to keep Peter's hard-on in the baby's mouth.

Whispering huskily into Peter's ear, Rodney said: 

"Does his mouth feel good? Is it everything you ever dreamed of?"

Peter whimpered. Rodney took hold of his cock. "Imagine how good it would feel 
if you went a little deeper."

Without giving him a chance to protest, Rodney pushed his body against Peter, 
forcing the man forward and sliding his cock deeper into Adam's mouth. 

He moaned long and softly. 

Rodney moaned with him, giving him as much encouragement as possible.

Rodney knew that once he was fucking the kid's mouth, the man in him would 
take over at last, and nothing would be able to stop him from getting into the 
boy's throat.

So he started rocking his friend in and out of Adam's mouth, keeping up a 
steady motion for a good minute. Peter moaned like a half-penny pornstar the 
entire time, threatening to cum at any second.

Rodney stopped helping and let Peter set his own pace. Eventually, he started 
to build up speed. 

"Yes..." Rodney whispered, "feed that sweet baby boy your cock." 

Rodney started kissing his friend's neck, letting one hand tweak his nipple 
while the other found his balls.

'That's it,' Rodney thought, 'forget about everything but your own pleasure.'

"Close your eyes." Rodney whispered seductively in Peter's ear. 

Rodney waited a beat then humped into Peter's back, forcing the man forward 
and pushing his dick all the way down Adam's throat. 

Peter groaned loudly. 

"How does his throat feel around your cock?"

Immediately Peter became more insistent, fucking into Adam's throat instead of 
reluctantly rubbing the head of his cock against the boy's tongue. Proud of his 
work, Rodney stepped away to take care of Richard.

As he crouched down beside Richard, Rodney was surprised to see that his friend 
already had a second finger inside of his son's hole. 

"That's it Ricky." Rodney said. "Open that hole right up."

Richard looked up at his friend, smiling tentatively. Then he pressed a third 
finger against the baby's opening.

'Fuck,' Rodney thought, 'what kind of pedophile needs this much encouragement 
to have sex with a baby?'

Rodney grabbed Richard's cock roughly, jerking it until Richard was moaning 
into his son's ass. 

"He's ready now." Rodney said. 

He pulled Richard up by his arms and spooned against his back, placing one 
hand on his cock and the other on Adam's hip.

Quickly, he lined up Richard with Adam's lightly stretched hole, before the 
man realized that he hadn't applied any lube except his spit. 

"Fuck him!" Rodney growled, before shoving Richard forward, into his son's 
virgin hole.

Richard moaned so forcefully that they couldn't even make out the muffled 
screams coming from deep in Adam's throat. Rodney's cock grew truly hard for 
the first time since they had started, and he wanted nothing more than to force 
it into the baby's ass, alongside his friend.

But he contented himself with helping the man fuck his son, forcing him to be 
rougher than he might otherwise have been, by yanking the baby back onto 
Richard's cock with every thrust.

Richard surprised Rodney then when he said: 

"Take your cock out of his mouth Peter. I want to hear my boy cry for his 
daddy."

Peter immediately removed his drool-slathered cock from Adam, extracting ropes 
of throat slime and spit from the baby. After he had caught his breath, the 
barn was filled with the agonized screams of a tortured baby boy.

All of the men moaned together as Richard pounded into his son, the sounds of 
their bodies slapping together audible even over the screams. Rodney kept his 
eyes on Adam's sweet face as it contorted in agony, tears streaming down it as 
the boy jerked his head from side to side. His little fists beat against the 
wooden bench, likely causing him more pain.

Several minutes passed of Richard fucking his son as hard as he could, sweat 
running down his face the entire time. The other men watched lustily, horny 
for their chance at the boy.

"Hey Richard," Peter said, sounding apprehensive. "Do you think I could try 
fucking his ass for a while?"

Richard looked at him, continuing to fuck his son. 

"I want you to take him from me." He said.

"Yes!" Rodney said, moaning his thanks to Richard for finally getting into 
the spirit.

Peter's mouth hung open in shock for a few seconds before he finally smiled. 
He gripped one of the boy's ankles and said: 

"Give me your son's ass." 

He yanked on the boy's leg.

"Do you want him or what?" Richard asked, still fucking his son. "Go on, take 
him!"

Peter wrapped two hands around the boy's leg and heaved him off of his father's 
cock. Adam's head rebounded off of the wooden bench as his body jerked around. 

Rodney was disappointed that his leg hadn't broken, but at least the pain had 
set the toddler screaming again.

Peter entered him roughly, pounding in all the way, seemingly as hard as he 
could, knocking the boy's head against the bench again. The screaming stopped 
for a second, as the toddler's eyes rolled in his head. Then it resumed, louder 
than ever, his face the color of blood.

"Fuck my baby Peter!" Richard shouted. "Tear his ass apart!"

Peter started using his grasp on the boy's hips to yank his ass back onto his 
cock as he thrust forward. The sound of his body beating against Adam's ass 
reverberated through the barn, occasionally mingling with the sound of Adam's 
head hitting the wooden bench.

Their friend was doing such a good job fucking Adam that Rodney and Richard 
just stood there watching him, hands working their throbbing cocks.

It was only a minute before he was on the edge of cumming. This was, after all, 
his first time fucking a baby boy in the ass. And he was imagining that his cock 
was making the boy bleed.

As he felt his climax approach, Peter pressed both of his hands hard into Adam's 
stomach for leverage, raised himself onto his toes and began a brutal rhythm 
into the boy's ass. He was grunting and panting and sweating, but he didn't 
care: all that mattered was ruining Adam.

He shouted as he cummed, punching Adam hard in the stomach as the first volley 
was leaving his dick. Fortunately, Peter's punch had knocked the wind out of the 
boy, and all three of them watched in admiration as he struggled to breathe for 
the next minute.

Peter continued to slide in and out of the boy, not wanting the leave his tight 
confines. It was up to Rodney and Richard to decide who would go next. They both 
reached for him at the same time. They smiled as their hands closed around 
opposite legs.

"Oh fuck..." Peter whimpered, still coming down from his high. "Are you two
going to..."

Two grunts preceded a small snapping sound as both men yanked hard on the boy's 
legs. Richard let go immediately and started jerking his cock. Rodney, on the 
other hand, dragged the boy toward him by his broken leg and pushed inside.

"Fuck," Peter said again. "I felt it, on my cock. When you broke his hip or leg 
or whatever. I felt it snap." Indeed, Peter's cock was rock hard and throbbing 
again, still dripping cum.

Unfortunately, the shock of having his leg broken had knocked the boy unconscious, 
but Rodney still reveled in it. He held the boy still by his broken leg and fucked 
him for all he was worth.

"You have to feel it." Peter said, breathless, jerking his cock. "Come on Richard, 
let's break his other leg for Rodney."

Richard looked scared for a moment. 

"Let's do it." He finally said. "Let's break my baby's knee."

As Rodney continued to fuck Adam's ass, his two friends positioned themselves on 
opposite sides of the bench. Then Peter lifted Adam's good leg into the air before 
Rodney, who stared at it in anticipation. Peter straightened the knee and rotated 
the leg slightly so that the boy's knee cap was pointing outward.

Richard then wrapped both hands around his son's exposed knee, interlocking his 
fingers over the kneecap. When Peter had placed his hands to either side of Adam's 
knee, both men looked at Rodney for the go-ahead.

Rodney buried himself deep inside the baby's ass and took a breath for a moment. 
Glancing down at their victim, he noticed his eyes were just starting to flutter 
open. He looked Richard right in the eye and said, "Do it. Break your son's leg."

Both men strained and grunted, pulling the tiny leg in opposite directions
until...

*crack*

Rodney orgasmed in Adam's ass and started fucking him again as the cum shot deep 
inside the abused boy.

"Fuck!" Rodney said. "His knee is backwards."

The men released Adam's broken leg and Rodney immediately grabbed the knee with one 
hand, grabbing the boy's other leg with his other hand. Then he used the broken 
bones to pull himself more forcefully into the baby's ass, while the other men went 
back to jerking off.

"The stupid faggot passed out again." Richard said in irritation. "We've still got 
two perfectly good arms to break."

"Christ Richard," Rodney said. "I love this side of you. Here, take over fucking 
him. You still haven't felt his bones break while you were fucking him." 

Richard happily swapped places with Rodney.

"Peter," Richard said, "there should be some pieces of wood in the corner over 
there. Go get one."

Peter came back with a long length of cut wood. 

"What do you want me to do with it?" He asked.

Rodney saw where they were going and had already stretched out Adam's leg with the 
still-good knee, holding his foot tight.

Richard nodded at the waiting leg. 

"Don't hold back." He said. "Smash his leg as hard as you can. This stupid faggot 
doesn't deserve any mercy."

While waiting for Peter to get in position, Rodney took advantage of having Adam's 
foot in his hand. He wrapped one hand fully around it and, one by one, bent back 
the little toes until each had snapped.

"Do it Peter," Richard said, "before Rodney makes me cum."

Peter raised the wood high above his head and, shouting as if he were in a kung-fu 
film, brought the wood down with all his strength on the boy's knee.

The leg fell through Rodney's hands as it was bent in half backward. The baby was 
ripped roughly from Richard's cock and crashed heavily to the ground. Richard 
aimed down at his son and shot his load all over him.

"Is that..."

"...his bone..."

"Sticking out the back of his leg?" Rodney asked. 

"Yeah it is. Fuck! Look at all that blood!"

Indeed, the dirt of the ground was already soaked with Adam's blood.

"Boys," Richard said, "I think it's time we give him a little break."

'Great,' Rodney thought, 'now he decides to get cold feet. What's his plan, bring the 
boy to a hospital, after we've fucked him nearly to death?'

"I want him awake when we break his arms." Richard finished.

- - -

Thirty minutes later, Adam had been bandaged up, his legs put back in place to the 
best of their ability. He was lying on the bench, still unconscious, but breathing 
normally. Bruises had appeared all over his body. Both of his legs, his stomach, his 
head, even one on his face, though none of the men could recall hitting him in the 
face.

He was a beautiful sight, to be sure, but the men were getting tired of waiting for 
him to wake up. They figured that they could have some fun with him, in the meantime.

Peter returned to Adam's stretched-out red hole, pushing inside in one easy stroke. 
Richard dragged the boy's head to his cock and shoved his way down the boy's throat. 
Rodney took his unharmed foot in his hands and played with his toes.

"Rodney, he won't feel it if you break his toes." Peter said.

"Oh, he'll feel it when he wakes up." Rodney said.

"Fuck yeah!" Richard grunted in response, bottoming out in his son's throat. 

While the unconscious boy ran out of oxygen, Richard pried open his eyes and spat in 
both of them, rubbing the spit around with his fingers. 

"He'll feel that when he wakes up, too." Richard pulled out of the boy's throat and 
moaned as the boy's body reflexively gasped for breath.

As Peter fucked in and out of the boy's ass, he noticed streaks of blood mingling 
with the streaks of shit on his cock. It made him want more blood. So he slipped two 
fingers in alongside his cock and started yanking on the boy's ring.

"And he'll definitely feel that when he wakes up," Richard said, nodding toward 
Peter's work. 

Peter looked up sheepishly and removed his hand from Adam. 

"No, don't stop," Richard said. "Fist the little fuck."

Peter smiled while he removed his cock. The hole gaped, a runnel of blood escaping 
it's raw opening. While it was still gaping, Peter literally punched Adam's hole. It 
didn't go in. With more strength, Peter punched again. This time, Adam's hole tore 
apart and Peter entered up to his wrist.

"Deeper!" Richard commanded. "Get him ready for Wrecker."

Peter started fisting the boy as quickly as Richard was fucking his throat, going 
deeper and deeper until his knuckles brushed against the roof of his colon. Excited, 
Peter beat his fist hard against this roadblock.

Noticing that his fist was causing Adam's abdomen to swell, he stretched out his 
fingers and twisted his hand around so it was pointed upward. Then he pushed out, as 
if he were trying to claw his way out of the boy's bowels. Adam's skin stretched 
around the man's fingers, his stomach bulging out several inches as Peter kept 
pushing upward.

Suddenly, Adam made a retching sound in his throat and puke spewed out around his 
father's dick. Richard fucked his son even more aggressively. He scooped up some of 
the puke and deposited it into Adam's eyes.

The entire time, Rodney had been twisting and bending Adam's foot, getting hornier 
and hornier with every new thing that his friends did to the baby. Finally, he was 
ready to break the boy's foot to pieces.

He started with the boy's smallest toe, gripping it tightly in one hand while the 
other held his foot steady. Then he pulled slowly on the toe until it finally 
escaped its socket with a pop. Then, with fingers from both hands on the toe, he 
snapped it in half like a pencil. He repeated this process with the other four 
toes, producing louder pops and snaps with each toe.

Once all of his toes were broken and hanging limply from the foot, Rodney moved 
on to the arch. He wrapped both hands around the foot and bent it backward. It 
was difficult, but Rodney was strong as an ox and baby bones are comparatively weak. 

With surprisingly little effort, the bones of the boy's foot snapped in quick 
succession.

At last, Adam's eyes opened. Richard removed his cock from the boy's mouth and 
listened to him scream. 

"Finally!" He said, slapping his son in the face. "Peter, keep fisting him while 
Rodney and I break his arms."

Rodney had been twisting the two halves of Adam's broken foot, but he instantly 
dropped the foot and went to the boy's arm. 

"How are we doing this?" Rodney asked, so excited that he could barely stop himself 
from breaking the arm immediately.

"Both at once." Richard replied. "You see those cinder blocks over there? Grab a 
bunch of them and bring them here." 

Rodney and Richard set to work moving ten of the heavy cinder blocks. They stacked 
up three of the blocks to either side of Adam. Then they placed Adam's hands on top 
of the stacks, before piling another two cinder blocks on top of his hands.

Next, the men used rope to securely fasten Adam's torso to the bench, making the 
ropes tighter than was necessary.

"Now, let's get up onto the bench." Richard instructed. 

Rodney was all-too-happy to oblige. Once they were up there, Richard kicked Adam 
lightly in the face a few times with his heavy work boots. The boy continued to 
scream. 

"Peter, start working both fists into him. There's no point to take it easy on him 
now."

The screaming intensified as Peter tried to insert still more fingers into the 
recently-virgin ass. Both of his hands were now slathered in blood.

"Are you ready Rodney?" Richard asked. 

Rodney nodded in response, gulping in anticipation. 

"On three..." 

Rodney bent his knees. 

"One." He held his breath. "Two." His entire body tensed up. "Three!" 

They jumped together, landing simultaneously on Adam's arms.

A symphony of cracks and snaps echoed throughout the barn. 

First both of his elbows broke, bone breaking free of his skin, bringing blood with 
it. His shoulders left their sockets. His wrists snapped, and their weight dragged 
the boy's hands out from between the cinder blocks, scraping off some of his skin 
and breaking several of his fingers.

They both landed heavily on the ground, Adam's arms hanging very limply over the 
sides of the bench, blood flowing from his elbows.

"Oh my god," Rodney said, "that was sooo HOT!!!" 

They laughed together, smiling widely. 

Adam was unconscious again, his face drained of all color. But still, he was alive. 

That would change before the day was done.

- - -

After patching him up again, the men agreed that it was time for Wrecker to get 
involved. He had been waiting so patiently for his turn, they said. Once Adam had 
woken up, Peter took the stallion out of his stall and introduced him to Adam.

Wrecker showed no particular interest in the baby, as he allowed his owner to walk 
him around and gently rub his head. 

"There's a good boy," Peter said gently. "You're going to tear this baby's ass to 
shreds for us, aren't you?" Peter patted the stallion's neck.

"Rodney," Peter said, "he knows you best, so you get his cock hard."

Rodney approached Wrecker slowly, petting him lightly as he worked his way back to 
the horse's hind legs. With one hand on Wrecker's side, Rodney reached down and 
brushed his fingers against the horse's sheath.

Peter shushed Wrecker as he made a small protest at the touch, and he calmed down. 
Rodney proceeded to massage the sheath, quickly causing the cock to swell and 
lengthen. Once it was long enough, he wrapped his hand around it and rubbed up and 
down. Once it was thick enough, he wrapped his other hand around it and properly 
worked the massive cock.

"I can't believe we're going to put that in Adam," Richard said. He panted as he 
jerked his own cock wildly.

"No time like the present," Rodney said. "Let's get started."

Peter directed Richard to re-position the bench sideways beneath Wrecker's long 
legs, and turn Adam around so his ass was available. 

"Okay boys," He said, "once we get him going, Wrecker's really going to buck into 
Adam. We'll have to hold him steady to keep him from being flung across the barn."

Because of the height of the bench, and the angle this placed Wrecker's cock at, 
it was very unlikely that Wrecker's cock would run Adam through. The men hoped it 
wouldn't pass his large intestines. They still wanted to have fun with the boy 
after Wrecker was done.

"Hold him steady, and I'll guide Wrecker's cock inside," Peter said.

Rodney and Richard knelt down and each firmly gripped one of Adam's ankles. The 
didn't dare move his legs yet, though, they didn't want the extra pain of having 
his broken legs manipulated to knock him out again. Not until Wrecker was 
inside him, at least.

Wrecker's dick had applied so much force to Adam's body that Rodney and Richard 
nearly fell over. But they held on, and Wrecker's cock glided inside the baby 
hole. After he had entered the boy, Wrecker continued to buck into him. This 
degree of strain on Adam's already broken legs was not doing them any favors, 
and blood was soaking the bandage around one of his knees.

Blood was also trickling down Wrecker's massive cock from the destruction it 
had caused to Adam.

"That's right, boy," Peter said, "destroy the worthless fuck."

Wrecker obliged, bucking wildly, tearing the now-unconscious boy apart. Adam's 
guts swelled grotesquely with every monstrous thrust. Puke was blowing violently 
out of his mouth, and a trickle of blood had started from his nose.

Peter worked his stallion's balls, bringing his orgasm closer.

At last, when Richard and Rodney's arms were sore from attempting to keep Adam in 
place, they all noticed Adam's stomach swell. Wrecker had ejaculated deep inside 
of the baby boy.

His cock deflated quickly after that, and the instant that it flopped out of 
Adam's hole, Peter was kneeling behind the boy. He pressed his mouth against the 
boy's raw, gaping hole and started sucking.

Rodney felt like he was going to be sick. Before Peter had gone down, Rodney had 
glimpsed the slurry of blood and shit and cum that was coating Wrecker's cock and 
flowing out of Adam. The slurping and gulping sounds were enough to turn Rodney 
green.

"Jesus, Peter," Rodney said, "that's fucking disgusting."

"No," Richard said, jerking his cock wildly, "it's the sexiest thing I've ever 
seen." 

He crouched down beside Peter and wrapped his hands around Adam's middle. 

"Let me see if I can force any more out." He squeezed his hands together as 
tightly as he could and worked them down the baby's abdomen.

Peter groaned in appreciation as a fresh flood of the mixture entered his mouth.

"Here, let me help," Rodney said, deciding to take some pleasure out of this 
sickening tableau. Crouching down on the other side of Peter, he raised his fist 
above Adam and brought it down hard on the boy's stomach.

Peter groaned again as Richard said, "Harder!" Bringing his hands together, 
Rodney punched even more viciously into the baby's exposed stomach. Adam coughed 
and a spray of blood came from his mouth.

Richard wasted no time in pressing his mouth against his son's, prying open the 
boy's lips and sticking his tongue inside. Both men were moaning in ecstasy. 
Rodney shrugged and beat Adam's stomach a third time.

Despite himself, Rodney found that he was getting into it. He brought his fists 
down again, this time on Adam's ribcage. He heard a satisfying crack as one of the 
boy's ribs broke.

"I want to kill him," Rodney said suddenly. "I want to murder this worthless baby 
boy."

"Do it," the two men said together as they came up for air, both of their mouths 
coated in baby blood.

"Take Wrecker out of the way," Rodney said. He stood up and walked away for a 
few seconds, returning to the bench with a knife in his hand. Wrecker had been 
put back in his stall.

"What are you going to do with that?" Richard asked as Peter went back to sucking 
out his asshole.

"I'm going to cut his throat open," Rodney said, "and fuck it as he bleeds to 
death."

"Fuck, and I'm the disgusting one?" Peter asked.

"You inspired me," Rodney answered. 

With that, he climbed up onto the bench, kneeling above Adam, with a knee to 
either side of the boy's body. His cock throbbed as he grabbed Adam's jaw and 
held the knife poised over his throat. 

"Are you ready for your son to die?"

"Yes," Richard said, jerking his cock. "But give me the knife as soon as 
you're done."

Rodney nodded, before pressing the knife against the baby's throat and, in one 
brutal motion, dragging it against his skin. His neck opened up easily, blood 
spilling out even before the cut was finished.

Blood spurted from the fatal wound, spraying all over Rodney, coating his cock 
immediately. He handed the knife off to Richard and quickly slipped his cock 
into the slit in Adam's neck. The blood lubricated his swift entry into Adam's 
throat. He pushed in as far as he could, though he was not able to go balls-deep. 
There simply was not enough space for his long cock.

"Die, you little faggot!" Rodney shouted.

Richard, meanwhile, had wrapped his fingers around Adam's tongue and yanked it 
as far as it would go. With a sawing motion, he used the knife to slice off a 
sizable chunk of Adam's tongue. He forced the piece of tongue into Adam's throat 
and quickly started making out with his dying son's blood-filled mouth.

He bit savagely at the boy's lips, tearing them up with his teeth and coating 
both their faces in still more blood. Rodney stared intently at the scene and 
increased his already-frantic pace.

"Give me the knife," Peter said urgently, "before he dies." Rodney handed the 
bloody knife to Peter. Without wasting any time, he gripped the knife tightly 
and forced it into Adam's still-gaping hole. He used it to fist the boy 
brutally, stabbing his intestines over and over again as he fucked him with it.

He pulled the knife all the way out again, slicing Adam's hole open wider. He 
positioned his mouth beneath the baby's ass and let the blood flow into his mouth.

Peter's cock was begging for release by then, so he raised the knife in both 
hands and brought it down on the boy's belly button, sliding it in all the way. 

Fresh blood welled up from the hole as Peter squeezed his cock into it. He felt 
his cock pushing Adam's shredded organs out of the way as it slid into him. As 
Peter fucked the baby's stomach, he used the knife to repeatedly stab him, 
continuing long after he had already cummed.

As the spurts of blood from Adam's throat started to subside, Rodney felt as 
though his cock gained several inches in length and diameter. 

"This is it, boys, he's almost dead."

With one last thrust up Adam's shredded esophagus, Rodney shouted as his cum 
burst out of him. Richard moaned as he tasted Rodney's cum shoot into Adam's 
mouth and out of his nose. He cummed in his hands.

Finally, the blood stopped flowing from the wound in his throat: 

Adam was dead.

"We have to do this again." Peter said.

They all looked at each other, cocks and faces and hands coated in baby blood, 
dicks still semi-hard. Rodney and Richard agreed with Peter.


THE END

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