Chapter 1
Early Awakening

The morning light slanting in the window pegs the time at around 5:30. Pretty early for a 12 year old to wake up in the summer. But I don't have a choice.

"Wake up, Brayden." Papa's shaking me, not letting me fall back into delicious sleep. "You got a client today. You gotta get your fat ass ready. And your brother's fat ass, too."

Fat ass? That's a laugh. Me and my brother Riley are both skinny little fucks. Skinny and short. Riley's 9 but looks maybe 5 or 6. I think I look 12 like I really am, but most of my clients think I'm 10. Short. Skinny. No hair except on my head – long blond. And nothing happening down there. I look 10… if I'm lucky.

Anyways, I drag myself up outta bed. Wonder of wonders. Wet again. I go over to Riley's bed. He's kicked off the cover like he always does on warm nights. He's on his tummy, and there's a big wet spot under his naked body just like on my bed. Like brother like brother or something like that. Riley and me don't wear PJs. Papa says there's no reason to since we'd just have to wash 'em anyway. Yeah, right. We don't wash our sheets until they're so rank we gotta, so what makes you think Papa would wash our PJs?

I shake Riley gently. He moans and rolls over onto his back. His little rocket's sticking straight up in the air. Like brother like brother. I always wake up with a bone only mine's the type that hugs my tummy. All 3 inches [7½ cm]. It ain't fair. I'm twice Riley's age and my dick's only an inch [2½ cm] bigger. And not much thicker. Fuck, I look like a 6 year old down there. My clients don't mind. Seem to like it in fact. Some tease me but I know they like the little worm between my legs.

I shake Riley again. He rubs his eyes with his fists and smiles up at me. He reaches up and pulls me down with a monster hug around the neck.

"Hi Brayden," he chirps happily. I don't get it. He wakes up real fast but it takes me like forever. He kisses me on the lips and releases his neck lock. The he reaches over and grabs my hardon by the tip that's sticking out of the skin. My skin. Another thing the clients really like. He pulls my bone down and lets it snap back.

"Boner boy. Boner boy," he sings, snapping my hardon each time. After about six times, I push his hand away and grab his hardon and squeeze it hard. Really hard right on the tip that's barely poking out his skin.

"Look who's talking, Hardon Harry!" I know the pinching hurts him a little, but I also know he likes it. I kneel down and take his peg in my mouth, run my tongue all around it, then start sucking it like the pro I am. His 2 inches [5 cm] doesn't take up much space in my mouth, but it fills me with a joy and love I don't get anywhere else. Then it hits him. His gooeys. That's what he calls his dry cums. Gooeys. And for a little kid he cums hard. He grabs my head and fucks my lips, just like he's done for over four years when he cums. I call them dry cums but they're not really. He's one of those kids who pees when he's coming off a cum. I don't think he can help it, but I'm not sure. I just know he likes the gooeys and likes peeing in my mouth. Who am I to deny him his fun?

When he comes down completely he lets go my head.

"Want me to do you, Brayden?"

"Nah. We gotta get ready. Today's your first time, and I gotta get you cleaned up and then get your breakfast."

I can't remember when I didn't get Riley's breakfast for him. Least not since she left us when he was two and I was five. No big loss. She was a druggie anyways and didn't do much for us.

As we leave our bedroom, we run into Papa and Uncle Tony. They're used to seeing us naked. All the time. That's the rule in the house. Riley's little noodle has disappeared inside his skin, pee free and gooey-fied. Mine stands straight up touching my tummy. Uncle Tony grabs mine, pulls it down, and lets it snap back. What's with that?

"Pretty dick, rocket boy," he teases.

Papa cuts short any further play.

"Go get cleaned up. You both stink like hog piss. Brayden, the clients want you clean inside and out. Both of you."

"Riley, too?" I know what being clean inside means. The clients don't want to get shit on their dicks when they fuck you. Some like getting their dicks dirty. Some don't. But I'm worried cuz Riley's never done anything with a client. Anal. Oral. Nothing. I thought this was going to be an easy start for him.

"Don't worry. They know his asshole's off limits for fucking. But they might want to stick a finger or two in and they all agreed. No shit. Shower shot for you both."

Riley's got a frown on his face as we climb into the shower. Now me, I love enemas. If I'm not already hard, I spring a bone the second the nozzle goes in. And I cum gallons when I fill up. Well, not gallons for real. I still dry cum. Like a little kid. But enemas give me the best orgasms ever. My tummy cramps bad and my dick starts jerking all by itself.

But Riley hates enemas. I hope he learns to like them like I do, but that's not him right now. I've learned to love the force a shower shot has, but I know that'll just make it really bad for my little bro. So I'm going to defy my father. Not something I do very much. I'm not going to use the shower shot with Riley. The bag'll be good enough.

I hug him tight and tell him my plan.

I fill up his bag and attach a slender bardex nozzle. Riley likes things in his butt, but he hates enemas so much he doesn't even like the nozzle going in. He's crying silently. Not trying to resist. He knows that won't do no good. But tears are running out his eyes real fast. I attach my fat bardex nozzle to the shower shot, grease both nozzles and stick mine right in. Yummers. Great feeling. It's a thick nozzle with a big hole in the tip and holes along the sides.

Riley's nozzle is much smaller. I have him bend over and pull his cheeks apart.

"Sorry, dude. I gotta do this. You gotta learn to like it cuz you're gonna start having them a lot."

I push the nozzle in and inflate the little baloony thing on it that's just inside his asshole. The nozzle stays in until I let the air out. I do the same to me. Riley's gotta take a full 2 quarts [2 liters] the first time and hold it in for at least five minutes. After that, the next ones are just quick rinses.

I let the clamp on Riley's tube go. He shrieks and jerks upright. He stands as straight as a wooden soldier. I turn the water on for mine and as soon as the warm water hits me, I have a great tummy cramp orgasm. The absolute best type. Riley's whimpering. I'm panting. And both our tummy's are filling up.

It takes a couple of minutes for Riley's bag to empty but I can hear the gurgle over his weeping. I keep the water rushing into me a little longer, then shut off the shower shot. A special check valve – that's what Papa calls it – keeps shitty water from backing into the hose.

It's time to wash up while the water does its thing. As I soap Riley up, I think back to my first time with clients three years ago when I was Riley's age.

Chapter 2
Early Days

I was about four months from my 9th birthday the afternoon my Papa came into my room and told me he had something he wanted me to do.

I was playing with Riley – well kind of bossing him in our play. He was only 5 so I didn't like playing with him much unless I wanted to play with some of his toys. Like his great bunch of cars and trucks and stuff. Or the boytoy between his legs. Or the even better toy between his butt cheeks.

I was pretty sure Papa wanted to play the 'mouth game' as he called it. But I'd heard enough street talk to know it was really called a blow job. Plus that's what it was called on the movies I saw him and Uncle Tony watching in the front room. The men in the movies played the mouth game a lot before they did what me and Riley did at night. Papa didn't know we did that stuff. In the rear end. But the guys in the movies looked like they liked it a lot. And my dickie wasn't nowhere as big as theirs. So we tried it and it was sooooo sweet. Giving and taking.

Anyways, I liked the mouth game and had been doing it for as long as I could remember with him and Uncle Tony. Normally Papa would just wave at me with his head and we'd go someplace Riley wouldn't see us. Papa usually didn't say nothing about it.

When we got into the hallway just outside me and Riley's room, I reached over and started unzipping his pants like I usually do. Getting him ready for when we got where he wanted me to do it. This time he pushed my hand away.

"We're not doing nothing now," he squawked at me like I'd done something bad. "Come on in the bathroom."

When we got there he started taking off his clothes and told me to strip outta mine. I know him and Uncle Tony like seeing my boy body naked and all but he sounded different this time.

"You stink. You know that," he said pushing me into the shower.

Once we were in he screwed this metal hose thing onto the shower. It had a funny looking thing at the end. Like a metal dickie. I just stared as Papa squeezed some shampoo on it. He told me to bend over. I knew what was coming. Before that time the only thing I'd ever had back there was his and Uncle Tony's fingers. Oh, yeah my finger and Riley's. And his dickie, too. But I knew what Papa was gonna do and it looked frickin' huge.

He pushed the metal dickie thing against my hole and it frickin' hurt so much I yelled. It wouldn't go in although he was pushing real hard. REAL hard.

"Stop. It hurts!" I screamed.

"Sissy," Papa said and stopped trying to push it in. "This ain't nothing compared to what's coming. Don't go no place."

Where was I gonna go? So of course I waited. He came back a couple of minutes later. This time he had a clear plastic tube type thing. It was long and had two funny looking bulby things down near the pointy part. There are a couple of squeeze bulbs dangling from the top. He unscrewed the dickie thing on the hose and screwed the plastic thing on.

"Bend over, sissy boy," he snapped. No shampoo this time. He just pushed it in hard. It hurt but nothing as bad as the dickie thing. Soon as it gets in, Papa is squeezing the bulbs and I get this real full feeling right inside my butt hole. I can also feel the balloony thing getting bigger right outside it too.

I know what's next. Papa's given me enemas before when my tummy ached – only I called 'em emenas in those day. While he's squeezing, Riley pads into the bathroom. We only had one in that house back then. He pulls his shorts down and sits on the toilet.

I hear this plop… plop… plop. You know something. No matter how bad someone's poop stinks, you gotta try to smell it. And his always stinks bad. It's funny. Riley taking a poop just when I'm getting an emena. Riley's done but doesn't wipe. Never does. Asks me to or his butt goes dirty. He's watching us, eyes hella wide with his hands between his legs. I can't tell if he's playing with his dickie or not.

As soon as Papa's done with the squeezing, he turns on the shower. Whoosh. I'm filled fast with really warm, almost hot, water inside my poop chute. Fast.

I'm still bent over then I get this huge tummy cramp right away. It's followed by the hugest gooey I ever got. So strong I jerked straight up like a little toy soldier. My two-incher [5 cm] jumps around and I'm yelling cuz it feels so good and it won't stop. Tummy cramp. Dick shaking gooey. Right then I fucking fall in love with emenas.

Oh yeah. A gooey. A gooey's a cum in case you don't get it. That's what I used to call the good feeling me and Riley get when we suck or fuck each other or shove our fingers in our butts. Gooey cuz they made me feel gooey inside. Nothing came out back then. Dry of course. Still are. But gooey's how it felt. And Papa's and Uncle Tony's were gooey for real.

"You going to play the mouth game with Brayden?" Riley's soft, thin little voice breaks through the spasm I'm feeling right then. How does HE know about the mouth game? Unless…

"Something like that," Papa says, washing me all over as I finish up my glorious cum. Now the water gurgling in me doesn't feel so good. Feels like way too much. Like it's gonna burst right outta my tummy. I get more real bad cramps and I feel like I gotta dump all the water out. But the balloony things are keeping it all in. I'm still hard, though.

Papa's all done washing me all over except in back. He's fiddling around with the tubing and I'm cramping awful but my dickie is begging to be pulled on. I spit on my hand still thinking I'm going to blow up and jerk like crazy. I start getting all goosey feeling again. Papa suddenly pulls the emena stuff outta me and I do explode. Out of my butt. Poopy water and poopy pieces everywhere in the shower. And Im having a HUGE gooey. Huge and hurting and it stinks real bad and it feels so good all over. Even the hurting.

I'm barely able to stand up and I hear Riley laughing.

"You exploded. Your poop hole exploded alllll over the place. And it stanks!" he laughs some more.

Papa hosed me off with the emena hose and then stuck it in three more times. But no balloony things. Just enough to rinse me out until the water was clear.

When I'm all clean outside and in, Papa tells me to dry off and meet in his bedroom. When I'm ready, Riley jumps off the toilet seat and pulls his unders up. Didn't ask me so I didn't wipe him. I'm pretty wiped myself anyway.

When I get to Papa and Uncle Tony's room, they're both in there. They make Riley go back to our room. Papa tosses me a dark blue wife beater. I pull it on. It's kinda tight but it feels so good against my skin. I do what any 8-year, almost 9-year old, would do. I make a muscle.

"Ain't he cute like that, Bill," my Uncle Tony says. "And sexy as fuck!"

OOOOO! The "f" word. But I feel macho and sexy in the shirt. Uncle Tony's clicking away, taking pictures. He's always taking me and Riley's pictures. Sometimes even naked. And sometimes even taking pictures of me during the mouth game. Thinking about the mouth game makes me wonder for a sec if maybe Riley's playing it with them too. He's real good playing it with me.

"Whatever," my Papa says. Uncle Tony always talks nicer to me and Riley than Papa. But I know Papa still loves us even though sometimes it don't seem like it.

Papa tosses me the socks. They're knee length and the same dark blue as the shirt. And they're sooooo soft. Uncle Tony has me stand up and takes more pictures with his camera.

Uncle Tony keeps taking pictures of me making muscles.Then he says, "You think you can make your little soldier stand up?"

Little soldier. That's what he calls my dickie. I think it's a funny name but I like it. He calls it that a lot when he's playing the mouth game on me. Which Papa NEVER does. Ever. I wish he would but… Oh well.

So I pull on my little soldier. It's kinda sore from the shower but he still stands up tall. [CLICK] At attention tight against my tummy. [CLICK] I make more muscle poses.[CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.] After a couple of minutes, Papa tells him "that's enough" and tosses me some underpants.

You think the shirt and socks were cool? The unders are way cooler to the top degree. They're Sponge Bob Square Pants underpants! They're way different from the Underoos some of my friends wear. Regular Underoos are white with colored things where they're sewn up. And Sponge Bob is really little. These are way awesome. They're bright yellow and Sponge Bob's face is all the way across the front of them. I slip them on. They're tight like Speedos.

I look down and laugh. Sponge Bob's nose is sticking out. My dickie fits right into where his big nose it. I dance around and wiggle my hips so Sponge Bob's nose wiggles around. I snip his nose and tell him he's a bad Sponge Bob. And I really, really, really love my very first new unders. I hug Papa and Uncle Tony.

"Cool it," Papa says. "You gotta get dressed still." I didn't want to get dressed. I wanted to wear my Sponge Bobs everywhere! I didn't care who saw my hard dickie. And it was NOT going down!

Then Papa goes into the closet and pulls out the onlyest thing that could have been even better than the Sponge Bob Square Pants underpants.

Can you guess what it was?

It was on a hanger. Blue shirt and blue short pants. And a blue and yellow cap.

Can you guess now?

It was a Cub Scout uniform! I knew it was cuz some of the guys in my 5th grade class are Cub Scouts. It's got patches and everything on it! I danced around like a crazy kid when I saw it. I was sure my Papa was going to let me join. I'd asked about a million times.

He grabs me by the shoulder and pushes the hanger into my hand.

"Calm down and put it on."

I'm so excited as pull on the shorts I don't notice something. I do notice the shorts are different than my friend Brian's. His come to just above the knee. And they're loose. Mine come up way higher. And they're real snug, specially around my boy parts. But that feels good and I like it.

Right after I pull them on I notice something weird on the shirt. It looks just like Brian's uniform except the patches are different. I've looked at his so many times I can tell exactly what they look like. And like I said, these are way different. I get a sinking feeling when I see them.

Brian's got a patch called a World Scout Crest Emblem. It's the one I like the most. It's really pretty. It's kind of like the French symbol. It's called a "flower do something" in French. So that's the one I looked at first. My shirt has something like it, but it's not the same thing. It's a dickie. A hard little dickie with two balls on the side. It's like Brian's. It doesn't have the skin on it like me and Riley's do.

The patch over the right pocket is supposed to say "Boy Scouts of America." This one says "Boy Sluts of America." The Council Shoulder patch says "Man/Boy Sex Council." The unit numerals – white numbers on red – say "69." The den number patch says "69" too. The cap's just like Brian's except its patch isn't a wolf or bear. It's a full on embroidered naked boy. Cute, too. But not hard like I am right then.

The last thing is the slidey thing for the kerchief. It's real metal and looks like a man's fat dick in a chubby butt hole.

I look at Papa and then at Uncle Tony. It's weird. I'm disappointed that I won't be in Cub Scouts. Least not with this uniform. But I like it and it makes my dickie even harder than it was.

"Guess I won't be joining Cub Scouts, huh?"

Uncle Tony answers by hugging me. "You're a special type of scout. You in "Boy Sluts of America."

"Is it like a game with you guys? Like the mouth game?"

"Naw," my Papa says. "It's for real. There other boys in it. We're going to a special meeting after you get that uniform on your fat ass."

While I got dressed, Papa and Uncle Tony put on grown up khaki uniforms. They had tons of patches and badges that looked really cool. I thought maybe I'd like this scouting thing.

About 15 minutes later, me, Papa, and Uncle Tony are driving up a long driveway with trees on both sides. Riley wanted to come when he saw my uniform but Papa had him stay at Mrs. Johnson's next door. Right as we drive up this long, long driveway, Uncle Tony hands me a water bottle and two funny looking pills. I hate taking pills. One is yellow and looks kinda like a football but not really. More squished up and like a triangle. There other one is a white circle. I look at Uncle Tony with a 'what's this' look.

"Vitamins," he answers my unasked question. "You're going to need to keep up your strength." I take them and gag at first but I do swallow them. Papa and Uncle Tony take them too. I guess they're gonna need vitamins too.

The house we drive to is really huge. Like five or ten of ours could fit inside it. And pretty. Papa rings the bell and a voice comes outta nowhere.

"Are you here for the Scouting meeting?" the voice says.

"Yes, sir," my Papa says. Which is weird cuz he never calls no one "sir." "BSA recruit Brayden Allred ready to be presented to the Council."

Brayden Allred. That's me and hearing I'm gonna be presented to something called a council sounds so cool.

The door buzzes and Papa and Uncle Tony walk in and right down this long hallway like they been there before. I'm a little excited and more than a little scared. I follow behind them, kind of hiding behind Uncle Tony.

We get in an elevator to get in, but to get it Papa had to use a number pad thing. We go down a floor. The elevator doors open and we all step into this big room. It's really bright and I have to squint to get used to the light. Papa pushes me forward and I kind of stumble a little then skid to a stop in front of three men, all in uniforms like Papa and Uncle Tony's. Only they got even more patches and medals.

My eyes start getting used to the light and I see big comfy looking chairs and three big beds. Way bigger than Riley and mine. And guess what the other things I see are? I'll bet you can't.

All over the room are four cameras. Like real professional movie cams. And each one's got a man behind it. Only they're not in uniforms. And they're filming me. I can teel! Cool.

Papa and Uncle Tony step up behind me. Papa says, "BSA Scout Recruit Brayden Allred present for induction into the Boy Sluts of America."

The men look at me real serious like. The man in the middle reaches between my legs, grabs my little goolies, and pulls me right in front of him. It HURTS!

"Are you ready, Recruit Brayden?" he snaps.

I mutter, "yes."

A slap across my face jerks my head to the right. My cheeks burns and so do my eyes. I don't want to cry. I hate crying and almost never cry. But I can feel the tears welling up and dripping out my eyes.

"Speak up faggot scout!" the man screams. "And always say 'sir' every time you speak to one of your Boy Slut Masters." But that ain't all. He grabs my balls again and squeezes them tighter and tighter and tighter.

"You heard me faggot scout. ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR INITIATION!"

I can barely squeak through the awful pain. I feel like I'm gonna puke. But he keeps squeezing and I know he's not going to stop until I say something.

"YES, SIR" I yell but it comes out like a squeak. It must be okay cuz he lets go. I double over and wait until the pukey feeling goes away. As I'm bent over I can hear the sound of a zipper. And then another and then a bunch of them. I straighten up and the three men in front of me have their pants wide open. None of them have on underwear. I look around. The men at the cameras have their pants open too. No underwear. I turn around. Papa and Uncle Tony too. Only they're kneeling down, untying their shoes. That's when I realize me, my Papa, and Uncle Tony are the only guys with shoes on.

The man in front of me grabs my balls again but he doesn't squeeze this time. He don't have to. I immediately look right at him.

"I am the head Boy Slut Scout Master for the entire Council. You are to call me 'Scout Master Chris.' Or, if you're in a hurry, 'Master Chris.' These men are my assistants Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim. Salute them with the Boy Slut Scout salute."

I've seen Brian do the salute a million times so I do what he does. Two fingers. Right hand. Sharply snapped to the right eyebrow.

Scout Master Chris gives me a hard squeeze. Not so hard to really hurt but hard enough to tell me I made a mistake.

"Nice try, faggot scout. But that's a Boy Scout Salute. You're a Boy Slut Scout. Where do you think you're supposed to salute?"

I really don't have to guess cuz he gives my balls another good squeeze. This one hurts. I quickly do the salute down there, hitting his hands as I do about three times.

"Good work, faggot scout Brayden," Scout Master Chris says. "Your current rank is Faggot Scout. Here's your Badge of Rank." He gets a patch off of the table behind him that looks kinda like the ones Brian's got on his shirt. This one's a pink diamond with the word "FAG" in black. He pulls a paper off the back and carefully places it where Brian's got his rank patches.

"In the other, boring Scouting, it takes a long time to progress from one rank to the next. We're a lot more fair. By the time you leave today, you'll move up two ranks."

With that he slaps me hard on the other cheek, sending my head snapping to the left.

"What are you waiting for, pull down my pants. Take them off. And start earning your next rank!"

I'm not exactly sure what he wants, but I've got a good idea. I kneel down and get his pants off without too much trouble. Without being asked I fold them as neat as I can. He's really hairy all over and his dickie is big. I mean really big. It's like Brian's. It doesn't have any skin on the end like me and Riley's. Or my Papa and Uncle Tony. It ain't hard yet but it's really full looking like Papa's and Uncle Tony's look when they're getting ready for the mouth game. I kneel down and look up.

"You want me to play the mouth game?" I ask, then quickly add, "Scout Master Chris, sir! You want me to suck on your dickie?"

He chuckles.

"I should punish you for not using the right terms. You, faggot scout Brayden, you have a dickie. Men like your scout masters, your father, and your uncle have cocks. Say it right or I'll kick you in your tiny, insignificant balls. Tell me what you want."

"Cock, sir. I want to suck your cock, sir." Funny thing is, I'm really scared but I do want to suck his big dickie. I mean cock. It's dripping the sweet tasting stuff I really love. Me and Riley don't drip it but Papa and Uncle Tony do. I lift the cock up and lick it. Right then I notice movement to my right and left. I don't turn my head. I'm too busy licking the good stuff. But I look with my eyes. Scout Masters Nick and Tim are now completely naked. From the sounds behind me I bet my Papa and Uncle Tony are getting naked too.

"This could be fun!" I think. Scout Master Chris's cock is starting to get more than just firm. As I lick the tip and get the sweet stuff off, the tip grows thicker and so does the stalk. It starts rising up all by itself just like mine does when I start feeling all sexy like. Pretty soon it's about as hard as I seen a man's cock before. Harder than Papa and Uncle Tony's most times. And the sweet stuff isn't oozing out like it was. It's full on dripping.

"Suck it, faggot" "Scout Master Chris says.

"Yes, sir," I reply and salute proper by hitting my balls with my two-finger salute. And I hit 'em hard. I gotta stretch my mouth open real wide to get the head in. It reminds me of when I once saw a snake swallow a mouse. I know what's coming soon from when I play the mouth game with Papa and Uncle Tony. Sure enough, he starts pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. Tell you the truth, it's the biggest fucking cock I've ever had in there and he just keeps pushing forward. Then he pulls back until the very tip is right back at my lips and I'm like kissing it. Then in.

"Watch the teeth, faggot," he says and slaps me. I know about teeth and sucking from, well you know who. Only this time he pushed in so sudden I couldn't get ready.

"Sorry, sir," I say but it sounds like 'shwawwy sha' with my mouth so full of cock. He pulls back a little then WHAM! He shoves the thing as far in as it'll go. Right into the top of my throat. I start getting sick. I know I'm gonna puke and I know that's not a good thing. But I can't help it. It rises up and tries to get out but my throat's totally plugged.

"Fuck, man," I hear him say but just barely. Everything's starting to get wavy and blurry. "I just love the way boy puke feels on my piss slit." And then I totally black out.

I don't know how long I'm out but Papa and Uncle Tony are over me. Papa's gently slapping my face to wake me up. There's sick on my shirt, but Uncle Tony's wiping it clean.

"You like that, faggot scout Brayden?" Scout Master Chris's voice floats to me from above. "You like having a man cock deep in your throat, showing you who's Scout Master?"

Funny thing is, even though I hate barfing, even though I blacked out, even though I peed myself when I fainted, I did like it. Liked it a lot!

As my head clears, I see Scout Master Chris is standing over me. His dickie is still really, really hard. It's kinda funny looking. It don't stick straight out like Papa and Uncle John's when they got bones. It's kinda crooked and bent looking. And oh, so big. It's still dripping the sweet stuff.

"Now it's Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim's turn. After you suck them you can do your den fathers Bill and Tony. That's my Papa and Uncle Tony. You remember that when I started with Scout Master Chris, he wasn't hard. Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim are hella hard. And dripping. And pulling on their dickies.

There I go again. Not dickies. They're pulling on their cocks. Men got cocks. Little boys like me got dickies. Only their cocks aren't anywhere as big as Scout Master Chris's. Or Papa and Uncle Tony's. But they both still look delish! I get back up on my knees and look down at the huge pee spot on my new shorts. I kinda am embarrassed but I don't really care. The only thing about peeing myself that bothers me is that I wet my Sponge Bob unders.

I crawl over to Scout Master Nick and pull his thingy down. I lick the tip and suck up all the sweet stuff on it. Then Scout Master Tim pushes his in my face. I grab it and lick. I go back and forth and then I suck in Scout Master Tim's yummy cock and suck it back as far as it will go. His hair tickles my nose. I'm going to make it spit like I do in the mouth game, but he pushes me off.

"That's one talented cocksucker you got there, Bill" he says. "But I'm saving my cock for the glory stroke."

I don't know what he means, but he moves away so all I got to do is suck on Scout Master Nick's beauty. His is a little bigger than Scout Master Tim's so I have to really work to get my nose in his hairs. I'm gagging when I get that far and he's moaning so so loud.

Scout Master Chris snarls at him, "Save yourself! You know you have to hold off for the final act."

So Scout Master Nick pulls out too. I'm disappointed but I know I still got two more cocks to work on. Papa and Uncle Tony's. I crawl to both of them, my knees scrubbing along the floor but I don't care. I've never felt so wonderful before. I can't describe it. It's like I all of a sudden love everyone in the room. Even the guys with the cameras. I hadn't noticed it before, but they're all way closer to me, one's even right at my face. And all these guys, they've all got hard dicks. This is the first time I've ever seen so many hard men cocks. They all look so different. Only Papa and Uncle Tony's look the same. I guess cuz they're brothers.

My brain kinda sorts them by size. Three of the cameramen's dicks are around the same size as Scout Masters Tim and Nick's. Maybe a little bigger. Then there's Papa and Uncle Tony's. They both pretty big. My tummy gets all happy feeling crawling to them knowing I've been playing the mouth game with guys with big dicks. Or cocks. I love both of those words right then so much. I even wish I could roll around in the words like they were pudding smeared all over the floor. Then there's Scout Master Chris's HUGE cock. It's so big . I love, love, love it. I want to go back and kiss it all over and swallow it again until I black out.

But then there's this one cameraman who's filming real close. He's got the chocolate colored skin I know would taste so good. His cock is big and fat and dripping like a faucet. Big? It looks like my little brother's leg it's so big. I totally want to swallow it. I know it would go down to my tummy. All the way.

I get to my Papa. The rule in the mouth game is I do it to him first. Always. I look up at him. I feel so wonderful I feel like crying. So I do. Not sad tears but happy, happy tears.

"I love you so much, Papa," I say and kiss and lick his dick all over. I never kissed it before but now I so love Papa and I so love his cock that I gotta show him.

Uncle Tony says, "Wow! Looks like the E's kicked in. Look at his eyes. I've never seen them so blue. He's so beautiful, you know that Bill? I love the little fucker so much, Bro."

"Looks like it's kicked in for you, too, Tony. Know it has for me. I love this stuff."

I suck all of Papa all the way down in one gulp. I gag a little but I know I won't barf. I get his cock down farther in my throat than I ever did before. I don't know how long I suck my Papa, but it feels like forever. And a dream. It feels like a dream. I never loved my Papa so much. I even love when he's rough with me. About a million years later, he pulls me off his cock.

"Not yet, faggot scout. It's time to do Uncle Tony."

I don't love nobody more than my Papa. But right then, I love Uncle Tony almost as much. I dive down on his bouncing boner and swallow it deep too. All too soon, he's pulling me off its delicious dripping head.

"Looks like you earned your next rank already," Scout Master Chris says behind me. He gently pulls me to my feet, pulls paper off the back of another Badge of Rank and places it right next to my FAG patch. "You are now officially a Boy Slut Scout-Cocksucker Rank"

I look down. This one has a little picture of a mouth sucking a cock embroidered on it. And the word "Cocksucker." Right then, I'm so proud to be a Boy Slut Scout-Cocksucker Rank I can't stand it. I hug Scout Master Chris real tight and stand on my tiptoes. I can barely reach his lips but I give him a huge wet kiss.

"I love you, Scout Master Chris," I announce. And then I do the same for Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim. After kissing them on the lips I run over to my Papa and Uncle Tony and kiss them. Only this time I use my tongue like they taught me. When I'm done, I rush t the big black guy filming me up close and throw my arms around him and cuddle my head in tight to his chest. I kinda knock the cam out of the way, but another guy comes over.

"I love you too even though I don't know your name. You want me to suck your chocolate man cock?" I can't believe these words are coming out of my mouth. The look in his eyes says "yes" but his mouth says "no."

"Can't today, boy," he says. "We got work to do."

I pull away and yell, "I love Boy Slut Scouts. I love sucking cocks. I love you all!'

Then Scout Master Chris takes me kinda rough by the balls and squeezes real hard. Only it feels real good.

"We'll see how much you love us after you've earned your next rank," he says with a mean voice. I should be scared, but something makes it sound so good.

Chapter 3

"Here's the deal," Scout Master Chris says, still squeezing my tiny balls, "you're going to dance for us. I want you to dance from here to that bed over there and crawl up on it with your butt in the air. Only you have to dance really sexy and before you get to the bed, we want all your clothes off."

"You want me to dance sexy and take my clothes off, right Scout Master Chris?" He nods yes. "Then you want me to climb bareass naked up on the bed with my butt sticking up?"

"Smart scout!" he answers. Just then this really great, sexy music starts out of nowhere. He wants me naked with my ass up in the air. I know what's coming next. I seen men in Papa and Uncle Tony's videos getting it up the butt a lot so I know they want to do it with me. My whole body is quivering I'm so excited. And my butthole kinda tingles, itches, wanting something there. I've never had nothing as big as any of their cocks – even the smallest guy – but the feeling I've got all over inside makes me want it badder than anything.

I start by kicking my ratty shoes off. Then as sexy as I can I spin around and pull off one long sock. Still dancing I pull the kerchief slide down but leave it on. Then the other sock. I'm getting close to the bed so I make a turn and dance over to Papa and Uncle Tony. By the time I'm there, I have all the buttons on my shirt undone. I pull the shirt off and fling it on Uncle Tony's head, leaving the kerchief still on.

Then as sexy as I can, I slowly peel my wife beater off. I kneel down and kiss the end of my Papa's hard dickie. Damn! Not dickie. His hard, hard cock that's sticking up in the air like my boners do. After I lick the yummy stuff off, I hang my dark blue wife beater on Papa's cock. I feel like I'm going to explode. My dickie's on fire and I need to jack on it so bad but I know somehow I'm not supposed to.

Still dancing, I make muscles and spin around four times real fast, getting a little dizzy when I stop. I undo my web belt – that's what Brian calls his Cub Scout belt – and smack myself hard on the butt with it three times in time to the music and three times right my my tiny balls. Then fling it wildly away.

Next off come my shorts. I end up having to sit down to pull them off cuz they're so tight, but I roll around on the floor to do it. They're pretty wet from when I passed out and peed myself. I show off the big wet spot to everyone including the cameras. Then, standing up I stick them in my mouth and suck. Tastes like cloth mostly, but I can taste some pee. I toss them at Scout Master Chris who's been following close.

Last, I rub the front of my Sponge Bob unders. My hard little soldier that's screaming to be rubbed and jacked. The pants are almost completely pee wet, front and back. Slowly I peel them down, keeping my dickie hidden. I dance a little, bend over and wiggle my butt, then pull my Sponge Bobs off in one movement. My dickie snaps back painfully against my tummy when he's free. I love it. Love the tingle of pain. They're thin enough that I stuff almost all them into my mouth. Now that's what I'm talking about. Yummy peepee pissy taste.

With them still in my mouth I climb up on the bed as Scout Master Chris told me and stick my butt way up in the air like I seen girl dogs do before the man dog gets on top. I do the Boy Slut Scout salute on my balls as hard as I can stand it. Then on both butt cheeks. Finally, I stick the two saluting fingers into my butt hole. Not far in like Riley and me do. Far enough to be my own special Boy Slut Scout salute. I spit the Sponge Bobs out.

"Cocksucker Scout Brayden reporting for duty, Scout Master Chris, sir," I say snappily pushing them in all the way.

Scout Master Chris pulls my fingers from my butt hole. I look at them. They look clean. Not like when Riley and me play the butt game. I stick them in my mouth. They taste mostly like skin and just a teeny bit like butt. Guess the emena did its job.

"I like the kerchief on the little slut. Nice touch," Scout Master Tim says to Scout Master Chris. Then he whispers in his ear. Scout Master Chris nods "yes" and Scout Master Tim is taking the kerchief off me.

I'm confused cuz I thought they liked me keeping it on. Then I feel him slipping it on my super duper hard boner. Oooo. That adds to the fire in my dickie and balls and tummy. He pulls the slide thing tight but not too tight.

I hear Scout Master Chris spit. Then he's poking a finger at my hole and pushes it in. It feels so good, my boner jerks and kind of shakes the kerchief around. I make it jump again as he digs in my hole. He's touching that special place inside Riley and me just love. He pulls his finger out. Inspects it.

"Good job cleaning the little slut out, Bill," Scout Master Chris says to my Papa. "I don't care if they're clean in there but we can sell more vids if they are. So nice work."

He reaches around me and has me lick his thick finger clean. As I'm licking I can feel something coldish and wet on my butthole. Then while I'm sucking his fat finger clean another finger slips inside. It's pushing the wet stuff in.

"Grease him good, Nick," Scout Master Chris says. "I want him to feel it good but I don't want to send him to the hospital. Hard time explaining that. Wouldn't it, Bill?"

My Papa and Uncle Tony both answer that it would be. I don't got no idea what they're talking about. Then as if on a signal, everyone but Scout Master Chris and two camera guys back away.

"It's showtime!" Scout Master Chris yells real loud. "You ready Cocksucker Scout Brayden?"

He pushes the head of his cock against my hole. It feels wet and cool too, just like the finger that was in me. He presses it a little more so my hole pushes in just a teeny bit. I am so hot right now. I mean real hotness inside and out. My dickie. My butthole. All over me. I know what's going to happen and I want it so bad.

"Yes, sir, Scout Master Chris. I'm ready, sir." He pushes a little more. I feel even hotter. My hole's itching to get him in me.

"What is it you want, Cocksucker Scout Brayden?"

"I want your thing inside me, sir," I answer. He slaps me hard.

"It's not a thing. Use the right name. And tell me where you want it!"

"I want your cock inside my butt, sir. Please, sir."

"That's better. But what's it called, Cocksucker Scout Brayden?"

"I can say that? It's a bad boy word." A push in my rear tells me it's okay. I know the word from Papa and Uncle Tonys vids and what the big kids say at school.

"We want you to use all the bad boy words," Scout Master Chris answers.

I yell as loud as I can, "I want you to fuck my motherfucking shit hole, Scout Master Chris. I want you to fuck me. Please, sir." I try to be a bad boy.

I can feel Scout Master Chris pushing harder against my hole. I can feel it opening slow up just like it does when I'm doing a thick poop. It feels good and hurts at the same time. My dickie feels so alive. So hot. I want to jerk it and kind of reach down to to it. Then I feel the kerchief being pulled way tight on my dickie and balls. The slide digs into my boy parts real tight. Pain shoots all through my tummy but I'm starting to get a gooey. Without even touching it. Just as the feeling spreads all over my boy parts and tummy, Scout Master Chris shoves his cock all the way in.

"Stop! Stop! It hurts! It hurts!"

He just pushes hard and I kind of go someplace else in my head cuz it hurts in my butt so much. And on my boy parts.

"He's zoning out. Give him the smelling salts," I hear someplace far away. Then I'm awake again with this awful stink in my nose.

"He's back. Now the other."

Another smell replaces the awful one. It's not bad. Kind of sweet. But I feel like I'm being ripped in two. Like Scout Master Chris has tried to shove a telephone pole up me. Just as I can feel his coarse, rough hair against my cheeks my head bursts. I got the loving feeling back. And the fuck me hard, fuck me deep feeling, too. But it still hella hurts so I shriek out really loud. I can feel him, someone, pulling hard on my kerchief. I think my balls and dickie are going to be ripped off. He's pulled his cock back almost all the way. Then with a hard yank on the kerchief slams back in.

Another shriek. I can feel something warm and wet dribbling down my legs. Another trip to nowhere land. The sweet smell comes back. My head swells again and I can't tell anymore what's happening.

I really don't remember anything for real from then on until a lot later. I kind of remember the outlines of it when I look at the movies they made. Three hours of movies. Edited.

Scout Master Chris went at me for 21 minutes 38 seconds. I know. I timed it on the movie. About half way through, he lifts me up and carries me around to all the scout masters and my Papa and Uncle Tony. I'm bouncing up and down on his hard cock like a rag doll. They all yank hard on the kerchief.Then he gets back to the bed and twists me around so I'm facing him. It musta hurt cuz I scream like bloody murder. But I don't remember it.

He grabs me by my hips. Pulls me hard onto his cock again. Then pounds. And pounds some more. In the movies I can see I'm crying. I can kinda hear my whimpering "thop, thop." It's funny cuz I used to lisp until I was 5 but my kindergarten teacher taught me how not to. But I'm lisping again. Like a baby.

Close ups on Scout Master Chris's cock as it plows in and out of me. There's tons of blood on it. My blood. Blood from my poop hole. And its on my cheeks.

"Take it, you little fuck boy," Scout Master Chris is chanting regularly. Then he pulls all the way out. I mean all the way and without even aiming, jams it all the way back in.

"NOOOOOO!" the little boy on the screen screams. I guess it musta hurt a lot. I don't remember. Then Scout Master Chris is jerk his hips in the motion I now recognize as pumping his juice inside me. Pumping his spunk. Pumping his jiz. Pumping his cum. Pumping his sperms. Breeding me. I know these words from all the customers who've plowed my asshole since that day.

He pulls out as rough as he jammed in. His cock is a mess. Blood. Cum. Lube. He grabs me by the hair, pulls me up, and rams his softening cock in my mouth.

"Clean it, fuck boy. Clean my cock good." The little boy in the movie musta been awake enough to do what he asks. In a couple of minutes, Scout Master Chris's cock is pretty clean. He picks up the Sponge Bobs and wipes the rest of the blood and spunk off.

"That was funking awesome, Bill. You told me he was a virgin, but I really didn't believe you. You're getting an extra c-note for this. I don't know how you kept your cock out of this tight shit hole so long. Plans have changed, guys. Bill gets the next turn at Boy Slut Scout Brayden's hole as his reward."

When I see the movies I always feel kinda weird when I watch my Papa walk right up to my bleeding, bruised hole. He pulls off the kerchief and then ties it back on to just my balls. He lifts my legs up. Lines his cock right up there. And then – no lube, not a drop – rams it all the way in in one push. My body jerks upright and my mouth opens in a silent scream. As he's fucking me, he pulls the kerchief really tight. I can see my balls are turning purple on the screen.

Papa doesn't take as long as Scout Master Chris. He's not as big, either. But from the looks, he made me feel every 13 minutes and 13 seconds. When he's done, he repeats Scout Master Chris's thing having me lick him clean. Only now I'm not responding so he wipes it all over my mouth and face.

After Papa was done, Scout Master Nick had his turn. Then Uncle Tony. Then Scout Master Tim. Then they start all over. All the scout masters and Papa and Uncle Tony. The camera guys never got a turn.

By the time they're all done, my thighs are streaked with blood. They pull my Sponge Bob unders back on me. This is where the movies stop. I do remember having that nasty smell back in my nose. And waking up.

"About time you woke up," Papa is saying to me. "You been out for over an hour."

I hurt so much back there I can't even sit up. I feel a rumbling back there. Then I let out a loud and disgusting fart. It feels really gooey back there.

"I'm sorry, Papa," I cry. "I pooped myself. Couldn't help it. Please don't be mad."

My Papa pulls the rear of my unders back and looks.

"No poop. You've been farting up a storm in your sleep. We pumped a lot of air in you. And our spunk, too," he says and everyone laughs. "It's just our spunk and a little blood. But you did do a good job of pissing yourself a couple of times in your sleep."

I notice then that everyone's dressed. Everyone except me. I just have my Sponge Bobs on. Very wet Sponge Bobs. I whisper so no one can hear, "Sorry Sponge Bob. I didn't mean to pee you. I won't do it ever again."

I watch as Scout Master Chris is counting some money to my dad. I guess Papa got paid for today. I wonder how much so I watch as he counts out loud.

"One. Two. Three. Four," he says as he puts the bills in my Papa's hand. All the way to twenty. Then he counts two more.

"That makes us even. Plus you got your bonus."

Twenty-two. I'm pretty sure it's more than twenty-two dollars. I'm good at math. I do the multiplication. Five time twenty-two: $110! Wow. I'm worth that much. Then I think. Maybe they're $10 bills. That would be $220! I still hurt a lot. So much. And my head aches. I don't know if I ever want to do it again. But $110! Or maybe even $220! If I do it again, maybe Papa will get me something special.

Scout Master Chris speaks again to my Papa, "You got one big for the cherry. But I got some other guys who love to fuck this sweet piece of almost virgin ass. I can give you two big for a weekend. You can be here but no touchies. You up to it? Plus just like this time, a cut on the vid profits."

"Two big. Sounds good. When?"

They set it up for a couple of months. Want my boy pussy – that's what they call my poop hole – back in shape.

Papa and Uncle Tony are about to take me home when Scout Master Tim tries to pull off my Sponge Bobs. I garb them and won't let them go.

"No!" I scream. "I earned these. My pooper hurts so much you gotta let me keep them!"

The men all talk with each other.

"We need these, Fuck Scout Brayden," Scout Master Nick says. Fuck Scout. My new rank. I look at my scout shirt Uncle Tony's carrying. A new Badge of Rank. An embroidered cock with red streaks almost all the way out of a chubby looking butt. It almost makes me feel better. Almost.

"Please, Papa. Let me keep them. Please?"

More talking. The one of the camera guys disappears for a few minutes and brings back a plastic package that's been opened.

"Here's two brand new ones," he says. "Would this make it better?"

I've kinda gotten attached to my other pair. I'd peed them and put that butt stuff in them. But then I decided two for one was a good deal. I let them take my dirty ones.

"We're going to sell these," Scout Master Chris explains to my Papa, "as a special with one of the movies that come out of this great day. Probably get an additional 500."

500? He can't mean $500. Who would pay $500 for dirty, peed in underpants?

I stand up and my legs give way underneath me. My Uncle Tony catches me before I totally fall to the ground.

"Whoa, little guy. You're in no shape to walk." He lifts me up and carries me out following my Papa. I'm so tired.

All these thoughts flashed through my mind as I soaped up Riley. Papa said they weren't going to bust his cherry this time. But Papa's lied to before. Many times. Riley's good and clean and I'm ready to undo his enema. Before I do, I cuddle him against me and put my head on his.

"Why do you hate enemas so much?" I ask him. "I always get a super cum from them."

"I was only a little kid back then. But I remember what happened to you that time I saw you get one in the shower. I know how much you hurt for a long time. And I've seen the movies, too. I do NOT want that to happen to me."

I squeezed him tight and kissed his lips in a brotherly kiss.

"I'll try to protect you, Rile-boy. I'll do my best."

I let the air out of Riley's bardex balloons and pulled the nozzle out.

Chapter 4
Meeting Some of the Troop

I'd expected Riley to let his guts go as soon as I'd pulled the enema tube out. But Riley had become more and more shy about pooping in front of me as he got older. It used to be he liked to intrude on my showers and squeeze a big stinky loaf. But not anymore. He'd become incredibly shy about it – even as he'd become sexier and more open about pee stuff.

He started to waddle out of the large shower area toward the toilet that was a good 20 feet [6 m] away.

Since I'd started working for my Papa and Uncle Tony regularly, we'd been able to move to a much larger house with three full bathrooms. Each of the bathrooms had a large open shower – no dingy stall with moldy curtains like the old house – with a double shower head. Papa's bathroom had a large spa-tub that could hold four people. (Convenient for certain stay-over guests). But Riley's and mine only had a large two person tub. Papa and Uncle Tony's also had not one, not two, but three toilets, and a bidet – again a cool thing for certain guests with particular needs.

But our bathroom only had one toilet and it was far enough away that I knew there was no way Riley would make it before he had to let go. And Papa would NOT like that. Thinking fast, I drop to my knees, grab my skinny, beautiful brother by the hips, and suck his limp noodle into my mouth. As soon as it touches the warm recess of my mouth, it hardens to its full two inches [5 cm]. I can feel Riley trying to keep his hole squeezed shut tight. He pinches his cheeks as hard as he can. But I'll have none of that. I swoop my tongue out and slurp his little marble-nuts into my mouth.

"Fuck it, Brayden," he whines. "You know I don't like to…"

But that's all he's able to get out. His dick starts spasming wildly in my mouth and, no longer able to be controlled, his tight, delicious asshole jerks open. The entire contents of the enema seem to explode from his wide open hole. The smell is none too pleasant. Unless you like that sort of thing. Which I'm a little embarrassed to say I do. But the shower's still running so the dirty water and most of the smell are quickly washed away.

During the enema entire expulsion, Riley's cute little boy pecker was dancing wildly in my mouth. A longer orgasm than he usually gets. And Riley gets LONG cums.

Spasms passed, he gulps for air and does what he always does after every orgasm. His warm, sweet-sour piss fills my mouth. I gulp and swallow as fast as I can. Even though he'd wet the bed that night and filled my mouth not more than 30 minutes earlier, he still had a lot to give me. Boy, that little guy can piss. Ever since we'd started playing the mouth game as we called it back then, he was a real flooder.

I don't know why, but sometimes he'd eat or drink something that made his pee taste rank, something like asparagus – but I loved his piss better than anyone else's. And after over three years working for Papa and Uncle Tony, I'd tasted A LOT. Riley's always is best. Cuz he's the best.

So when he's done his gooeys and peeing in his big bro's mouth, he kind of doubles over, real tired. I hate to do this to him, but he's gotta take more hosings until he's clean. When I tell him, he doesn't say anything. Just cries.

"Don't worry, Riley-boy. The next ones aren't as bad. Not as much water and you don't have to try to hold them. Just let 'em out when you want."

He sniffles and wipes his eyes and seems ready to do it again. Then he looks behind him and sees the two golf ball-sized, gray brown lumps on the drain. He looks at me with those eyes. Defeated. It would have been okay, I guess, if it all got washed away. But that poop-shy part of him hated seeing what he'd left. He starts crying again.

"Don't worry, kiddo," I tell him, squeezing him tight. "I'll clean it up while you're getting the next bag."

Normally, I woulda just undone my bardex tube and let it all out right there in the shower. Like I done almost all the times I get an enema. Which is a lot. But Riley's embarrassed enough about his pooping in the shower, I don't want to make it worse. So I refill fill his bag and slip the tube back up in him, inflate the balloon thing just a little, and let the water gurgle into his guts.

I undo my bardex, pull it out, squeeze my cheeks real tight. I'm good at this. Got lots of practice. I can hold my water for 20 minutes or more. Anyways, I bend over – that's a challenge but I don't lose a drop – and pick up the two turd balls in my hands.

"Ewww," Riley squeals through his tears. "How can you do that?"

"Cuz it's yours, that's why. I love everything about you. Even your poops."

Riley laughs. Good. His crying's stopped. "Double eww. You're my yuckiest in the world big brother." Then he does something that melts my heart. I know he doesn't like poop stuff, but even with me holding his two poop balls in my hands, he stands on tippy toes and kisses me. Not a sexy kiss – although he's great at those – but an "I love you" kiss.

So I go over to the toilet, drop his little gifts into the water, sit down, and let it all out.

It takes four more rinsings to clean Riley out so the water runs clear and don't taste like nothing. Only takes me two more. Like I said, I get 'em a lot. Then I call Papa and he takes Riley into his bedroom. I know what's coming. I saw Riley's new uniform the other day hanging in there. Riley knows what's coming, too. He's crying quietly when Papa takes him by the shoulder and leads him away. But the tears are rolling down his cheeks like the dam broke.

I can hear Papa and Uncle Tony talking to Riley from behind the door. Soft at first, then Papa's voice gets loud. I don't want to hear it so I go into our playroom downstairs in what used to be the basement. I try to get out of my mind what Riley's gonna start doing, so I try dozing. Doesn't work. So I turn on the DVD player. Damn! Its a movie of my second visit to Scout Master Chris's house and my first time with real customers. And my first time meeting other Boy Slut Scouts.

Like Scout Master Chris said, they waited a couple of months before I went back to the Scout house. By that time, my poor, bruised poo hole was all better. A little bruised but not sore.

Papa and Uncle Tony waited a week before they did me again. But they're both smaller than Scout Master Chris, so it wasn't so bad. I actually started liking the feel of their cocks fucking me.

A couple of times they gave me the 'vitamins' they'd given me before my induction. (That's what the called it. My Boy Slut Scout induction. Pretty cool). I knew they weren't vitamins after that first time. Papa wouldn't tell me what they were but Uncle Tony did. The yellow pill is a boner pill. Keeps you hard for a long, long time. Not the Viagra stuff. Something else.

The white circle one is something I've heard about. Ecstasy. E. Uncle Tony explains if the other stuff's a boner pill, E is a horny pill. Makes you super horny. At least it does me. I'm learning to like having my Papa and Uncle Tony up inside me. But you know what? I fucking LOVE it when I take E.

So the that day I'm going back to the Scout house, they get me dressed in my uniform again. It's really cool looking. Only before I put on my jockeys (no Sponge Bobs this time) and out of my pants, they give me my vitamins and squeeze some gooey stuff inside my butt hole. Sorry. My 'boy pussy'.

The gooey stuff's kinda cold at first, but soon it starts warming up. I thought it was going to get hot like the the stuff Papa's used in me when he teaching me a lesson. That stuff hella BURNS! For a long, long time. I hate it worse than the beatings I sometimes get for a lesson. Only this stuff just gets a little warm. And then right inside my boy pussy starts itching like. Not like a mosquito itch. Different. Like I gotta scratch it with Papa's cock. Or Uncle Tony's cock. Or any cock. And I'm getting super boned and the E is starting to take over.

They make me pull my dink through the slit in my unders. They tie a leather string thing right around my balls and dink. Tight. And they pull me out to the car. FUCK! It so hurts. But I also fel kinda like I'mon fire all over. So I guess I kinda like it, too.

We get to the house and I'm flying I'm so horned up. Uncle Tony gave me another E.

"You're going to need this, today, Braydie," he says. He makes me wash it down with a gulp of his piss. Makes? I love his piss almost as much as Papa's. They untie the leather thing and boy right then my stuff hurt more than it ever did. They zip me up proper. A man I never saw before leads me all by myself to the same room as before. You can believe I was totally scared. I know Papa and Uncle Tony would let the guys do whatever they wanted. But I wanted them there just in case.

So imagine how surprised I was when I go in the room and there's only a kid there. He's tall and super skinny. His arms are really long and kinda gangly. And I notice his fingers are also really long and skinny too. He's got beautiful, long red hair down to his shoulders. He looks like a really pretty girl.

I can't tell how old he is but he's older than me I know. And he's wearing a bright yellow Speedo. The Speedo's got a picture of a guy's junk printed on it where his should be.

I'm about to say something as the door closes behind me but I don't get a chance. This kid runs over to me. Hugs me real tight and kisses me hard. Lips then tongue. Then a squeeze on my junk.

"Oh, Brayden," he sighs, his voice high pitched like a girl singer, "I've so wanted to meet you since I saw your movies. You were so good in them. I totally, totally fell in love with you."

Then he kisses my again.

After we break, I can see his Speedos are tented bad. From the looks of it his dick is really long. But it doesn't look thick.

"You like what you see," he asks. I'm kinda embarrassed he noticed me looking. "I'll show it to you in a sec. But I wanna see yours. It felt sooooo hard, sweety."

I start unbuckling by web belt but he stops me.

"Not like that. I want you to strip to music like you did before. Oh, and how gauche of me. My name's Taylor." He trots over to a table and starts an iPod. Sexy music again. I dance and strip and strip and dance until I'm down to my jockeys. I'm super hard and to be honest, I'm drooling I'm so turned on. My mouth. Not my dink cuz I didn't precum then. (Not now, even).

So when I'm down to my jockeys, he kneels in front of me and uses his teeth light on my dink. Nibbles. Then pulls it away from my tummy and is sucking me through the cloth.

"I bet you have to urinate, don't you?" he asked.

I nod.

"Give it to me, sweety. I want to taste your urine. Your piss. Your peepee. Your weewee. Your titi." Then me dives back down.

I've peed in Riley's mouth with a boner many times but not like this. Not with a sexy boy's teeth wrapped around my bone. It takes like 30 seconds then I start a little dribble. Then a little more. Then the flood.

Taylor gulps and swallows. Then pulls away and lets my pee flow all over his face and his gorgeous red hair.

"Oh," he mutters, "I love that so much. I love you so much."

As my pee slows down, he grabs my wet jockeys in his teeth and starts pulling them down. My bone is dragged with the elastic but then it snaps back up, hitting Taylor in the nose. I step out of the unders. I'm totally naked and totally exposed. He starts fondling my balls. It feels so good. I've never had anyone touch them that soft and gentle. Uncle Tony's usually pretty good. Papa is a brute with them. Riley, well he just don't know any better than be kind of rough. But Taylor's rolling them around. Licking them, sucking them like they're some kind of precious.

"Do you want to see what I've got?" he says, standing. He puts my hands on the waistband of his Speedos. I pull them down. I was going to be careful about snagging his dick, but the bad boy inside me doesn't want to be careful. As I pull down, the waistband pulls his dick down with it, just like he'd done with mine. Then, bing! His dick gets loose. It snaps back up to his tummy like mine did but hard enough that it sounds like a face slap.

I can't believe what I'm seeing. I don't know whether to call his thing a dick, a dink, a cock, or what. It's not like any I've seen before. It's real long. Almost to his belly button. No hair. And it's as thin as a Sharpie. A regular one. Not one of those fat ones. And his ball sack. Wow! It's just a little fold underneath his dick.

"Pretty looking, isn't it? He asks. "Feel my balls."

I can't speak. I reach out and gently press the tight skin that should be a ball sack. I can feel something in there. Little like peas. Two of them.

"Squeeze them hard. Please."

I do. They're soft and gooshy. It's gotta hurt cuz Taylor's face is all squinched up.

"Harder! Harder!" he begs.

I squeeze as hard as I can, a thumb and index finger on each tiny ball. I can feel them flatten. Taylor shrieks like a girl and his dick starts jumping madly. He's having a huge cum. As dry as mine and Riley's. And for such a long dick you'd think he'd be shooting like a hose even if it's skinny like a drinking straw.

When his cum passes, he kisses my again, panting in my mouth as his tongue digs deep. I swear, he's in my throat with it.

After like forever kissing, and me getting hornier by the second, he pulls away and grabs his thing. It's still hard.

"Cialis works on me even," he says. "That's the name of the boner pills they give you. Bet you wonder about me. Why I'm this way."

I nod once again.

"Well, here's the deal. First off, Scout Master Chris is my daddy. He made me this way. My dickie – that's what I like to call it and that's what I want you to call it - my dickie's over 6 and half inches [18 cm] long the last time daddy measured it. Pretty awesome, right? My daddy and the other men like it like that. It's so thin because I'm a freak.

"Daddy started torturing my balls from the time I was a little baby. When I was nine, he started punishing them really hard. By then, I was so used to it I thought all boys got ball tortured. And I like it. Daddy would squeeze them with clamps and suck me at the same time. Or he'd fuck me and one of his friends would suck me while they were doing nasty stuff to my balls.

"I loved it. Totally fucking loved it. He also started giving me injections at that time. One type pretty much killed my balls. That is what the crushing and squeezing didn't. The other made sure my dickie would grow. Long. Not fat. Big long, skinny dickie. No cum. No real balls. But what I do have get really painful if you squeeze them. That makes me cum. So like you can see, I'm a freak. And I love it! Would you want to be a freak like me too?"

"I don't know," I answer, finally finding my voice. "I don't think I like being hurt. And I think I want my balls."

Taylor drops to his knees once again and takes my super hard dink in his mouth. God is he good. Plays his tongue inside my skin and all around the sensitive dink head. Slurps, sucks, squeezes with his lips and his mouth. Oooo. I've never felt this good.

Then, still sucking, he snips my balls with his fingers. Hard. Really, really hard. I shriek. Just like a girl myself. Then he takes them in his hand and squeezes them as hard as he can and pulls them down so that I feel like they're going to rip off. I'm close to puking it hurts so bad. But just as I get real close, he pokes a finger up my poop hole and stabs my special boy place.

I erupt! If I had any cum, I would've flooded his mouth. My dink's dancing like crazy in Taylor's mouth. My boy pussy is throbbing on his finger with every spasm in my dink. I let loose a string of loud, stinky farts that make Taylor giggle. I can hear him breathing in deep. Nasty, dirty pervert! Like me.

Finally I stop jerking and collapse to my own knees.

"See, sweety," Taylor says, licking his finger. "You do like pain. I knew you would. Maybe you'll become a ball-less freak like me. You up for more play?"

"Yeah. That'd be fun. But first can you answer me something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Well couple of things. First, how old are you? It's kinda hard to tell."

"Fourteen. Believe it or not. I know I look younger. Clients tell me I look I'm a super tall 10-year old. That's hella sweet if you ask me. The shots do that. I like it. I'm Peter Pan. I don't want to grow up. I want to stay a horny boy the rest of my life. What's the other question?"

"Are you gay?"

Taylor shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I know I love boys. But I've never had a girl or even got to know one very much. See, I've never been to school. Daddy teaches me. I know I love sex with boys and men. I love getting fucked. And fucking. And sucking. And being sucked. I love it all. Even the pain. Sometimes especially the pain. What about you? Are you gay?"

"Dunno. Maybe. I'm only nine. Well, in two months. I don't look at girls at school much. I like looking at the boys, though. So maybe. There's one boy I really like a lot but I don't think he even knows I'm alive."

"What's his name? Tell me about him."

"His name is Lucas. He's a year ahead of me in sixth grade. He's got dreamy eyes and super sexy curly hair. Look what he does to me." I point down at my dink. It's jumping around just thinking about Lucas.

"And one other boy, but it's real weird."

"What is?"

"It's my little brother. Riley. He's only almost six. He's a pest sometimes. We fool around. A lot. I love him like a brother. But I sometimes I feel different about him. Like I totally want to hold him and love him. I'm smart in school so I know what it's called. It's called incest. And I know it's real bad."

"Who says incest is bad?" Taylor asks. "I saw your father and uncle rape the crap out of you on the movies. And a lot of the Scout Masters fuck their little boys. My father does. I don't want it any other way."

"But he's so little. And I don't think he knows any better." I start crying. But thinking about Riley's little pee-pee and his tight little boy hole. Man, that's got me hornier than even thinking about Lucas. Maybe it's the E. Maybe it's just me.

Taylor holds me and asks, "Can I be your big brother and sex you up right now? Take a look at my penis. You're making me so fucking horny talking about your little brother and you. It hasn't gone down at all! I want to fuck you sooooo bad right now. I've wanted to since I first saw you in the movies. Please."

I lean back and pull my legs up over my ears. That's how Uncle Tony likes it best. So he can kiss me while he's pumping in me. Papa likes me doggy best cuz he can dig it in deeper. Harder. That's good, too. But I wish he'd kiss me when he's doing me sometimes.

"My pussy's so itchy for you, Taylor. Fuck me hard, please. With your long freaky dickie up my pooper pussy. Fuck me. NOW!"

Taylor slides between my legs. I bend up so I can see him. It looks so weird this long, skinny super hard boy cock bouncing around. It looks kinda like the drawings I do of boys. Uncle Tony says I'm good at drawing. So does my teacher. Not naked drawings of course! She says I've got real talent. Anyways, I used to draw pictures of boys doing it like I do with Riley. In the mouth. In the poo hole. Only I'd give them real long dinks. Not little shrimpy ones like mine.

So now I've got a super sexy boy with this real long dink – sorry, dickie – about to push it into me. He leans down and hocks in his throat real deep and then lets this long wad of spit drool down and almost touch my hole. Before it touches, he slurps it back up. I don't know why but watching him do this is making right inside my hole itch even more. I mean it's been itching and needing a scratch with Taylor's dickie since I first saw him. But now I'm just about crazy. He does the spit thing three more times. Then it finally touches my hole. Right in the middle. It feels warm, wet, slippery.

Then without saying anything, he pushes it right in. FUCK! It hurts. Burns. I can't help it. I'm trying to push it out like I'm doing a huge poop. That doesn't stop Taylor. He pushes as hard as he can and his almost seven inches [19 cm] jams, slams, bams into me. He's pressed right into the base of his spike. That's what it feels like. A long, steel spike. It hurts so much I feel sick in my tummy. What's weird is I can't feel his balls like I do Papa and Uncle Tony when they do me. I can even feel Riley's when he's doing it, and his are tiny. Not Taylor.

He pulls out and I can feel my hole grabbing on his spike. I feel like it's pulling all my inside pooper tube outside. When he's almost all the way out, he hocks another loogie and wets his dickie and slams it in again. Only this time it doesn't hurt so much. He does this maybe three or four times and soon I'm flying. It feels so good. When it's deep in me, I can feel the tip right at that turny place inside me. When Taylor can see I'm loving his fucking, he leans down and starts kissing me. Deep. Spit soaked. Better ever than Uncle Tony. I wrap my legs around him. They don't go all the way around but it feels so good.

Suddenly, my balls are on fire. He's squeezing them harder than he did before. Pinching them with his nails. Twisting and squeezing my sack. Pulling on it and twisting it.

I see blue and purple and red and I know there's no way I'm not going to puke. Right in Taylor's mouth if he keeps squeezing. But he's fucking me so good. And with his free hand he starts pulling gently on my dink. Soft. Sweet. Loving. I'm being torn apart by all these feelings fighting each other. This huge pain in my balls. My gut rumbling like I'm sick. My dink feeling so good. So hot. My pooper feeling hotter. The itch being scratched so good. Taylor poking perfectly at my little boy place inside my pooper. My entire body – pain and the great feelings – loving Taylor more than I've ever loved anyone.

He can tell I'm close cuz he picks up his pace fucking into me. He pulls completely out several times and stabs his sharp spike back in without missing a beat. He's got my ball sack twisted and pulled up so high that he's pounding it into my tummy. I'm screaming in pain. Screaming in the good feelings.

He's close too. And he's screaming as loud as me.

"Mother fucker. Little faggot. Ass kissing cock sucking piss drinking shit eating little faggot!"

How does he know? It's like he's looking into my soul. I'm so ashamed. The shame overtaking the pain is all I can feel until BOOM! Everything explodes inside me. My dink jerks wildly in Taylor's gentle touch. He digs the fist that was torturing my balls hard into my tummy. I can feel his dickie spasm inside me as mine twitches and starts pissing all over my tummy and Taylor's chest. All this time, my torturer, my lover is kissing me. Tongue yummy kisses.

Finally, spent, he collapses on top of me, tongue still in my mouth.

I'm bawling. Not from the pain. But because he knows what I'm really like. The bad, dirty, nasty boy I am.

Taylor knows why I'm crying. He licks my tears.

"Don't worry, sweet cheeks," he whispers in my ear. "I'm as nasty and sick as you are. It's good to be this way." He pulls out his long, long thin spike. "Show me how nasty you really are. I know you got hosed out before you came here, but I want you to lick me clean."

I looked at his glistening dickie. Other than the last of his spit and the juiciness from inside my ass, there's nothing on his dickie. I wish there was. I'd show him how nasty I really am. How dirty I can get like I do with Riley. How much I love him and would do anything for him.

I'm sucking and licking and slurping on his dickie. On his almost empty ball sack. On his destroyed, soft, mini-balls.

Just as I'm getting into it and feeling like I'm ready for another ride on Taylor's spike, the door opens. Three more boys and seven men walk in. Three men are dressed dressed in Scout Master uniforms. Scout Masters Chris, Tim, and Nick. The other four men are wearing those Japanese robe things. I recognize one as the beautiful black man who filmed me last time. His robe is sticking WAY far out in front. I know why. One boy's in a blue uniform like mine. He looks about my age. The other two are older and are wearing khaki uniforms like the Scout Masters.

Scout Master Tim and Nick are rolling in big fancy movie cameras like before. I guess they're filming everything from the way they act.

Scout Master Chris says, "From what I saw on the monitor, it looks like you two had a good time. Brayden sure can scream, can't he Eunuch Scout Taylor?"

Taylor jumps to his feet, my teeth dragging over his length as he does. I know it must have hurt but he doesn't say a word about it. He just salutes his daddy.

"He sure can, Sir. And he's one great fuck. But you already know that, don't you… Daddy?"

Scout Master Chris punches Taylor in the stomach. Taylor bends over in pain.

"You know better than to call me that, Eunuch Scout Taylor," he scolds.

Taylor slows stands up straight.

"Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. Sorry… Daddy!"

Scout Master Chris gives a solid one-two, left-right to Taylor's gut. He dry heaves.

"Thank you, Daddy," he mutters, barely audible.

Scout Master Chris grabs his son's nipples and bites them so hard that two drops of blood bubble out. I can see something I hadn't seen before. His boy tits are scarred. The scars are barely noticeable, they're so light. But they're there. Teeth marks.

"Thank you, Sir. I needed that. I love you, Sir."

"Thank you, Eunuch Scout Taylor," Scout Master Chris announces. "And you know I love you, too… son. Enough fun and games between the two of you," Scout Master Chris continues. "It's time our guests have some fun. Go get the rack for Fuck Scout Brayden."

He signals with his head and the three new scouts and Taylor go to a door. Next thing, they're dragging this big metal frame thing on wheels to the middle of the floor. It looks like something you might hang clothes on. It's way taller than me. Taller even than Scout Master Chris, and he's tall!

Only it's got rings and straps and chains and lots of nasty looking stuff on it. I know it's for me. And it doesn't look good.

I start shaking. And my pee bag – the place where pee's stored inside – lets go. I pee on the floor but since I already peed a lot on Taylor, I don't go a whole lot. The other part of me lets go, too. I thank my stars I was hosed out good. All that escapes is a stanky, raunchy rotten boiled eggs kept behind the heater fart. I know I woulda got something bad if I'd pooped on the floor. The other scouts are hooting and holding their noses and dancing around pointing at me.

"Look at the peepee baby," they're saying. And worse stuff too. One – the oldest one I think – points at me and says real loud and real pointed, "He'd be a big old poopoo baby, too, if his old man didn't clean him out with a garden hose."?

He's making all sorts of nasty faces. And pulling his cheeks apart in his pants and then he cuts a huge, loud fart.

"See, Poopoo Baby, I can do a nasty fart too." I hate him. But he's got a good sized lump in front of his khaki pants and a big wet spot. I guess he can cum cuz that looks like when Papa or Uncle Tony get the precum stuff. I really, really hate him but he's kinda cute, too. Red hair like I think is really sexy. And then he looks at me and smiles. WOW! He's got this wonderful smile that makes me gooey inside. The smile goes all the way to his eyes, too. Deep green, they are.

He comes over to me, where I'm shaking, and lifts my chin up. He looks me straight in the eyes. I don't know what he's going to do.

"Don't worry, Poopoo Baby," he says, his voice real soft and gentle. "We tease a lot. But you're one of us. We know what it's like."

Then he kisses my lips, pushes his tongue inside, and licks all around. I can feel him bringing something up from his throat. I've swapped spit a lot so it's okay with me. Then he pulls away, looks me dead set in the eyes again.

And spits right in them.

His mouth is set real hard, like he's one hella tough guy. But his eyes – his eyes says "I'm sorry."

Scout Master Chris pulls the boy away from me. "Good job, David. You did exactly as you were told. Just like a good Dom Scout should."

Then Scout Master Chris points at the floor. "You, Fuck Scout Brayden. Clean up the mess you made." He forces my head down into the pee puddle. I know what he wants, what I gotta do. But it's hard to get my mouth to open or my tongue to come out. I feel something pointy poking my rear end. Then ZAP! I'm flat on the floor jerking around.

"When I say to do something, you WILL do it. Understood?"

I'm shaking too hard to respond.

"Eunuch Scout Taylor, get your little faggot boyfriend moving. You too, Dom Scout David."

Taylor and the green eyed boy start kicking at my balls, first one then the other. I scoot up on my knees as fast as I can and start licking the floor. There isn't much pee to lick up. There wasn't much to start with and most of it got on me. But I'm not taking any chances. My tongue is coated in dirt and dust when I'm done.

"Stand him up!"

The boys pull me to my feet, one on either side of me. My knees are shaking so bad from the shock and being so fucking scared I can't stand on my own.

The green-eyed boy whispers in my ear, "Sorry, buddy. I gotta do what I'm told." I look down. Fuck! My dink is still hard. I can't believe it. The haze of the electric shock is slowly replaced by a haze of "somebody fuck me, suck me, do me hard."

"Okay GENTLE-men, he's yours," Scout Master Chris intones. The way he says 'gentle' louder really scares me.

The four men grab me – two at my shoulders, two at my ankles. They start carrying me to the rack thing, but as they move, the hunky hard black man is stretching my left leg away from my right leg. And the other man – a fat, greasy looking guy – is pulling my right leg in the other direction. They're pulling me apart like a wish bone. It's stretching my legs apart so much it feels like my butt crack is splitting.

I can hear a little boy screaming somewhere far away. Then I realize it's me. When they get to the rack, they drop me on my tailbone. FUCKETY FUCK that hurts! Then one of the white guys kneels down in front of me and puts this weird thing that looks kind of like a whistle in my nose. It's got two little tubes, one in each nostril. A little bulge, then a tube the man puts in his mouth. He blows gently into it. I feel my nose fill up with powder. I HATE things in my nose. When I swim, I hate it when water gets in there. This is a million times worse. At first it just feels weird. Then it stings a little then it feels like fire.

"That'll keep him awake and horny while we play with him," the man says. He refills the thing from a small bottle in his pocket and passes it to the fat man.

"What is it?" the fat man says.

"Coke, E, and a powerful amphetamine. He couldn't pass out if a brick hit him in the head," the man who hadn't spoken yet says. "He'll be flying for four hours with what we gave him. And we got lots more. Go ahead, Take a hit. It'll make it more fun for you, too."

My head starts growing huge while I watch them pass the thing around and blow into each others noses. Then they call the scouts over and give them some, too. I hated feeling it go in and it burned. But now I'm flying flying flying and my dink is so hard and my butt hole and way deep inside is scorching and I start playing with my dink, pulling the skin way up and then down hard like I like to do.

ZAP! Another shock from the thing that got me before. I swear I didn't feel it touch me this time. Just the zap. Only it didn't feel so bad this time.

"No, no little toy," the black man tells me. And he did call me toy. "No playing with yourself. That's for our fun, not yours. Next time I'll give you a shock like Scout Master Chris gave you earlier. This was just a tickle. Here take a drink."

He puts a bottle to my lips and I drink. I know the taste. It's a Spike Energy drink. Uncle Tony's given me it when he wants me to pee a lot. The beautiful sexy yummy luscious black man gives me three of them. Fuck how I love him. Love the drink.

Everything feels so warm. So bright. I feel like I love everyone and that I could fly if I wanted to. So powerful. I stretch my arms up and think I'm about to take off. Only then I realize I am not stretching my arms. They're being stretched up over my head. The men are doing it. I love them for it. Then leather bands are snapped around my wrists. It feels so great. I can't wait for what's going to happen next. They must really love me to do this to me.

I can feel my arms stretching up even more. Straighter. Up. Up. Up. I have to stand up. My tail hurts where I was dropped on it. But it hurts far away, not really on my tailbone. I'm stretching taller, my arms going ever higher. I hear a click, click click. I'm on my toes. Then my tippy toes. Then a surge of pain – not far away. Right in my shoulders. I wiggle around and the pain gets worse as I'm lifted off my toes. I look out through eyes that were hazy from what they gave me. My eyes are clear now. I'm swinging around. Almost everyone – men, scout masters, boys – are clustered around me. The only one not there is the greasy fat man. He's standing beside the frame, sweating, a fat, thick, juicy boner sticking out his Japanese robe. And he's cranking. Cranking. Cranking. Cranking ME up. I'm shrieking.

"Stop it. Stop it." No one moves. No one tries to stop it. One camera comes close and captures the tears rolling down my face. Captures the agony twisting my face. Captures my screams.

My brain tells me to be still. I know moving around is going to make my shoulders hurt way more. I know I'm hanging as still as I can. But I look down. My body's wiggling around crazy-like. I will it to stop. It doesn't. It keeps wiggling and jerking. And hurting. Fire in my shoulders. Fire in my arms.

Another camera comes close to my lower parts. I look down, still shrieking. Still wiggling and jerking. I'm hard. So, so hard. How can I hurt so much and still be hard?

One of the men – I'm so gone right now I don't know who – is grabbing at my legs. I know I don't want him to do it. So I do my best to twist away.

SMACK. Something smacks me on the bottom of my feet. About ten times. The man trying to grab my feet gets them and drops to his knees, stretching me so my arms are going to pop out of their holes.

"Stop fucking around you little whore," he yells. And smacks my feet again a bunch. Then he bites both big toe nails. "Stop twisting or I'll fucking rip you in two."

I know he's serious. I quiet down. He lets go and I just hang. My feet are burning. He slips leather cuffs around my feet like are on my hands.

Click. Click. Click. My legs are being stretched down and out to the side. My arms stretching straight up. I'm going to rip in half. I know it. The pain is so bad I puke. Only it just dribbles down my chest. It burns and my mouth tastes like crap.

I remember when Scout Master Chris and the others fucked me the first time. How I went away inside my head. I try to do that but I can't lose myself. I can feel too much. I'm too wired up. I try to twist away even though I know deep inside I won't be able to. Click. Click. Click. More puke dribbles from my mouth. Tears dribble from my eyes. I feel a flood from down there. I look down. Piss is shooting straight up from this tiny little teeny peeny that I think is mine. I can feel myself getting wet.

Then lips on my dink. One of the men, I think. I piss for hours – or is it a few seconds. Finally I force it to stop.

Through the haze and tears I see the man swing around and grab the other little scout, the one in the blue uniform like mine, and press his mouth against his. Sharing my pee. My piss.

When he pulls away from the boy he says, "Tastes like coke and speed. That ought to get this little fuck more stoned."

I look at the 'little fuck'. His dick is out of his shorts and he's pumping wildly on it. I'm in so much pain I can't believe what I'm feeling. Jealousy. Cuz his dick is way bigger than mine. Horniness. Cuz I want him to jack on me and fuck me and suck me and piss on me and do everything on me. How can I feel like this when I'm being ripped in half.

Then I realize I'm not being ripped in half anymore. The click click click has stopped. The huge pain has changed to dull aching in my shoulders, hips, knees, and feet. My tummy's rumbling but not from a tummy ache. It needs something. I need something. I want the little fuck's cock in me. Or Taylor's. Or anybody's.

I gasp, "Oh, someone, please fuck me." In my nine years I've never felt so good and so bad at the same time. Or so horny. I want a cock in my shitter. A cock. Or a baseball bat. Or a fucking fucking tree.

"FUCK ME NOW!" I scream only it sounds like it's coming from somewhere deep inside me.

"Not now, Fuck Scout Brayden," Scout Master Chris laughs. "You'll have more than you can deal with soon. For now, let's get the puke cleaned off his chest."

I watch a movie in front of me. Only it's not a movie. It's a storybook. A dream. A play. The big, gorgeous black stud with his big gorgeous black fuck pole – it's gotta be two feet long – lifts Little Fuck up over his head. I can look right into his eyes. They're deep, deep blue. Almost purple. And red. And he's got a faraway look that burns of sex and fuck me – just like mine must.

"Rinse him off him, Little Guy," my black god says. "Little Fuck has become Little Guy. I lean forward and stick my tongue out. I want to kiss him. To lick inside his mouth. To get my tongue all the way done his throat, into his tummy. Into his poopy inners. Into his pooper and right out his dirty little boy hole. Only I'm sure he's been hosed out just like me so everything would taste like soda pop or hot cocoa.

Little Fuck-Little Guy takes his dick in his fingers. It's fucking hard. How I wish he was fucking me. It doesn't have a skin on it like me. The tip is angry red cuz it wants to explode in sex. And he's been rubbing it so hard the finger length pole is raw.

"I love you," I tell my Little Fuck-Little Guy. He smiles at me, his eyes clearing for a few seconds. Then he spits a gooey loogie right in my eyes. I feel it drip deliciously down my face. I stick my tongue out and he spits again, this time right in my mouth.

"I yuv you, too," he says. Then he does what he's been told to do. He points his stick-dick at the drying barf and pisses all over my chest, laughing like he's crazy. He is. Like me. We're all crazy and piss-covered and tied up and little dicked and big cocked. All of us.

My black god shifts Little Fuck around and his hot river of gold boy gold sexy piss gold sprays into my mouth and then my eyes. They burn. Taste good. I'm pissing again too. And my dink starts shattering into a million pieces and I'm jerking wildly in my straps. Pissing and cumming and cumming and pissing and screaming in pain in my shoulders and legs and screaming in joy at how I feel and all the big cocks the men have out ready to…

Next thing I know is that nasty smelling stuff from the time before is burning inside my nose and I'm awake again.

"Try to stay with us, Fuck Scout Brayden," Scout Master Chris is saying from a step ladder that puts him at my height. "You'e going to experience a lot this afternoon, and we don't want you to miss a bloody second of it. Okay?"

I know he wants me to speak. My throat is tight and all I can do is squeak. So I nod my head. Madly. Crazily.

"That's good, Brayden," he whispers. "Because the fun is just about to start."

Chapter 5
Earning My Next Rank

"What happened?" I ask Scout Master Chris, still foggy. Still hanging by my hands and stretched out by my legs. My dink still sticking up toward my chin. I don't think it'll ever go down. Ever again.

Scout Master Chris leans in really close. He licks sweat off my face like I've seen mama cats doing with their kittens.

"You had an orgasm, honey," he said softly. It was the first time he'd ever called me that. The first time he'd ever been gentle with me. "A powerful one. It knocked you out."

"You're going to get a lot more today," he continued. "But not all of them will feel good. Some of them – and some of what you're going to feel today – will be awful for you. Go with it, Brayden. You're a good Scout, a good boy and a strong boy. You'll learn to love everything you experience today. Maybe not right away. But you'll learn to need it. Like my own little ball-less sweetheart boy, Taylor.

"You know he really loves you. Loved you when he first saw us rape your virgin ass. He couldn't stop talking about you. Every time we fucked him. Every time we tortured his useless balls or his freaky cock. He wants you to love him too. He wants you to know what he loves. To feel what he feels. That's why you're here. Why we're going to make the next five hours as rough and painful as you can take. And then, when you can't take any more, we'll do it some more."

I shiver hearing what he's saying. But thinking about Taylor and how he says he loves me, that makes me warm up again. Warm up. That's the only way I can explain it. I'm getting warmer in my tummy, in my dink, in my rear end.

Scout Master Chris presses his mouth against mine and pushes his tongue inside. His tongue is thick and firm. It feels almost like Uncle Tony's cock. It feels around inside, touching each tooth, pushing against the roof of my mouth, pushing against the hangy down thing in back. Now my mouth is warm and hungry just like my tummy and dinky dink and pooper hole and WAY inside my poop tube. Way deep inside.

"I, too, love you, Brayden. Regardless of what happens today, never forget that I love you like you were Taylor's little brother. My own son."

Scout Master Chris steps down from the ladder and nods to the big black man. He steps forward, grabs my tight ball sack, and turns around. He's pulling on me as he spins around, making me howl.

"Boys," he says, "it's time to show us your beautiful, horny bodies. Out of your uniforms now!"

He lets go my sack and I quiet down. Panting, I get to watch the three boys – the kid I call Little Fuck, the big boy called Dom Scout David, and the other one. I hadn't paid much attention to the other one. But as he dances out of his shirt, I see that he's really amazing looking. He's not that tall. Taller than me though. There's a big wet spot on his khaki pants. Not precum. I can tell he's dribbled himself. That's what Riley and me call it when we have to pee real bad and it dribbles out on its own cuz we can't hold it.

Little Fuck and Dom Scout David are just stripping like they're getting ready for a shower. Pee Boy – that's what I call him in my brain – he's dancing and spinning and acting totally goofy and fucking fucking sexy. His shirts and shoes and socks. All stripped off and tossed away. He grabs his crotch and rubs it hard. Real hard. Then he squinches up his face a little. He pulls his hands away from his crotch. They're glisteny and wet. The pee spot on his Scout shorts is bigger. Way bigger. He licks his hand. The spot grows a little more.

He pulls off his khaki pants, tosses them to the big, gorgeous, sexy black man. The boy has no underwear so his four inch [10 cm] beauty pops right out. He doesn't have any skin on the end. The tip is blue purple and pointy looking. The whole thing's kind of thick looking and points straight forward like an arrow. Perfect! Not sticking up along his tummy like Riley's, Taylor's, and mine do.

I'll admit to you that I really like boys' dicks. I haven't seen a lot of them. Just Riley's, a couple of guys at school, and Taylor's freaky one. And now all three of the other Scouts' dicks. So all together I've seen maybe eight other boys' dicks and the only one that looks like mine is Riley's – a smaller version of mine, at least. But I've seen enough that it seems boys' dicks pretty much all seem to look different. So, I know something's wrong with me cuz I love 'em all the dicks I've seen so far, even Taylor's messed up one.

But Pee Boy's is the best. By far.

So Pee Boys squeezing his dick real tight and dancing around – not the sexy dance he did before, but what we call at school the 'pee-pee' dance. In fact, he's even squirted a little out before he squeezed tight. I'm pretty sure it was pee and not sperm stuff. Too watery, but maybe it was.

This sounds weird, I know, but I'm hanging here, trying to lick it even though he's way down there and I'm up here hanging, my arms aching. My butthole's on fire inside wanting something big in it. My own dink super hard and crying to be touched.

Pee Boy sees me licking the air, trying to get at his dick. He smiles really sweet at me, and next thing I know he's climbing the ladder. When he's high enough so that his dick is pointing right at my face, I see he's got a few hairs there. Blond, soft looking. I try to lean forward and suck him right in, but pain shoots through my shoulders when I do.

"Don't do that, Brayden," he says. He knows my name! Fucking-A! "I been there, too. We all been. I know it hurts like having a fucking burning knife stabbed in your shoulders. Relax. Let me do all the work. Enjoy this. It'll be the last fucking thing you do enjoy all day."

He leans forward enough so that his dick tip touches my lips and I kiss it then lick it.

"Oh that feels so good, Brayden. I got something special for you I bet you'll like."

He straightens up, his spike pointing right at my face. I think I know what he's going to do. I hope he will. Pray he will. Grabbing his dick he lets it roll. A fast, fat stream of really rank piss. Like he's been holding it for a long time. Like something he's been eating made it taste bad. Like maybe the drugs.

Right at my eyes. It burns so bad… so good. Then in my gaping open mouth. It tastes as bad – no worse – than it smells. Really bitter. Maybe from all the stuff they give us to make us feel sexy. I love it. I love the stanky taste, the horrible smell, the fact that it's from inside him. My Pee Boy. He's flooding my mouth. I can't swallow fast enough to keep up with him. Piss bubbles out of my mouth, out my nose, all over my chin and face.

He aims his spewing dick higher up. Splashes my hair. My eyes again. The stinging is almost more than I can take. But I take it because I love him. I love his piss. I love his cocklet… dicklet… pricklet… peepee… weewee… hose… willy… winky… pinky.

I'm chanting these words these nasty words to describe his penis when I feel his tongue against my face licking licking licking licking until the piss is gone and all that remains is a sticky spit and saliva.

"Turn around, Pee Boy," I sing to him. "I want to lick you back there. You know. Where you poop."

"My name's Donnie, sweet, horny Brayden. I'll let you lick me back there, but I'm sorry. It might not be very clean. They didn't hose me out like they probably did you. After I'm done with you and have a nap, I gotta go with the man who likes it really dirty."

"Donnie." My Pee Boy's name Is Donnie. He called me sweet. Horny. Sweet and horny. He turns around on the stepladder. Pulls his cheeks apart. He's right. It's dirty back there. His crack is red and smeared with brown. I can tell he hasn't wiped for the last few times he pooped. His hole is red, too. It's really puffy and bruised. My hole looks like that – bruised, puffy, and red – after Papa and Uncle Tony have had their way with me back there. Oh yeah, it was just like that after my induction.

It's not just the look of Donnie's hole and crack that make my mouth drool. It's the smell. The brown streaks and smears give off a strong poopy smell. And I love it.

He looks back and tells me, "Don't lick too much off. I know you like it. I can just tell. My next guy likes it too. He likes to do that for me. And he tips real well if I play dirty with him."

I don't know if I can hold back. Donnie pushes his butt crack right against my mouth. I lick once. I lick twice. He's better tasting even than Riley.

"That's enough good times for you guys," Scoutmaster Chris yells. "Time for the paying customers to get their fun."

Donnie turns back around, kisses my lips – and they gotta be kinda messy – and presses his tongue into my mouth for a quick, loving French.

"I love you, Brayden. We all do. We all know it's kinda hard at first. But I think you're really gonna like it once you get used to it. We all do."

The big fat man just about yanks Donnie off the ladder. He's completely naked now. I look around. So's everyone else. Naked. Even the Scout Masters. When'd that happen?

The big, fat man kind of wobbles up the stepladder. He's really hairy. He looks like a bear with gray hair. I think I should be disgusted by this guy. I'm not. I guess it's all the stuff I've taken. He looks funny. And not very sexy. But I really want him to touch me, to play with me, to use me, to rape me, to make me his. I don't get it. What's wrong with me?

I look up and down his body. I can see his cock. It's hidden by his big belly except when I look really hard. I can see the big – big really, really big purple of his cock tip. Cock tip – I should call it what Papa and Uncle Tony tell me to call it. A cockhead. A fat, juicy, dripping cockhead. He sees me looking, and he pulls his belly up showing me his cock. It's not very long. Maybe a couple of inches longer than Donnie's. But fuck it's the fattest cock I've ever seen. Even bigger then my beautiful, black man.

"My friends call it the boy destroyer," he says. "And I'm going to destroy your shitty, faggoty ass before the night's over."

He reaches out and grabs my dink and balls. I watch as he wraps a funny looking leather thing around the very base of my dink. I can't see what is doing, but it fucking hurts. I feel him pulling on my balls and fiddling with them. Then they get wrapped up really tight. My balls are pushed apart by something thin and tight. I look down. I still have a boner. I don't think it's ever going to go down. But everything down there looks like it's wrapped up in a dog harness. I can see my little tiny balls separated by a thin leather strap.

"It's called ball stretcher, faggot. Do you like the way it feels?"

I shake my head wildly no. The next thing I know is searing hot pain crashing through my lower parts. He's pulling on me. Down there.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," I yell. He yanks harder.

"Scum sucking pig," he says yanking even harder. "You are to call me by my name, 'Mr. Jones, sir.' If you don't, I'm going to rip these useless, little peas right off your faggot body. And I'll eat them for dinner."

"Yes sir, Mr. Jones, sir. I'm sorry. I like it. I like it a lot. Please don't do it anymore."

He laughs. "Do you know why it's called a ball stretcher?"

I shake my head no.

He doesn't say a word. He reaches down and one of the other men hands him something. I can't see it. He still pulling on my balls but not as hard. I can feel him fiddling with them. Then he loosens his tight grip, and I feel tremendous relief. They still hurt trapped in what he called a ball stretcher, but not so much as before. I can feel him lifting them up a bit, just a little bit. He holds my wrapped up balls up so they don't feel so bad anymore. The other man hands him something again. It's one of those things they used to blowing our noses. He puts it to my nose.

"You liked this before. It's the same stuff only a little different. It doesn't have any Cialis in it this time. You got enough in you so as you'll be hard until you're 30. But it does have something like Ecstasy only better. You like that, don't you, boy?"

I nod wildly cuz I fucking love that stuff.

"And it's got amphetamines that'll keep you awake so you can 'enjoy' all the fun. But here's the fun part. It's got something special in it that makes you feel things super well. You're going to feel everything we do to you about 50 times more than you would normally."

He blows the stuff and my nose. I didn't used to like stuff in my nose, but this stuff that they've given me I really do like.

He holds my balls up for what seems like 5 hours or maybe 5 seconds. My head starts to expand like it's going to explode. My little dink feels like it's growing 10 feet long and is burning up needing to get whacked off. All the stuff that went up my nose runs all over me. Makes me feel like one huge horn dog that needs fucking and sucking and jacking and wanking and raping. I tingle all over. I feel everything super hard. The pain in my shoulders and my hips and my hands and my feet feel like fire burning through my muscles. I almost can't bear it. But at the same time it feels so wonderful.

While my head was exploding, my big, beautiful black hunk has rolled another tall ladder behind me. I can feel him playing with my cheeks. Poking his finger at my hole. I know I'm clean back there. Papa and Uncle Tony made sure I was after they cleaned me out. I want to be clean for him. I don't know why, but I do.

Then from someplace far away I hear myself shrieking, screaming, howling, pleading, begging. The pain in my balls is unbearable. Just about the time the drugs he'd blown into my nose had filled me up, he drops my balls. When he'd been fiddling with them, he'd attached a really heavy weight to them. He'd just dropped the weight. It feels like my balls are going to be ripped off. And it hurts so fucking much that I wish they would rip off.

"I thought you'd like that," he laughs. "And I think you'll love this."

Next thing I know he's got his hand wrapped around my little dink. There's something cold and hard and metal feeling poking at my pee hole. I can barely focus. He's got this long, metal rod, and he's tickling my pee hole with it. Then he stops. Looks me right in my bleary eyes.

"Oh no," he says. "I don't think you'd like just a plain old vanilla sounding. We've got something special for you. Don't we guys?"

My big, beautiful black hunk hands him a small bottle. Mr. Jones unscrews the cap, dips the metal rod in, and holds it up to my eyes. It's coated in a red liquid but I can smell. It smells hot, very, very hot. Like when Papa makes me drink Tabasco sauce for punishment or just for fun. His fun, not mine. Only this smells much, much hotter.

"I don't suppose an ignorant fuck like you would know about ghost peppers. They're the hottest peppers in the world. And you, you ignorant, ugly twat, are about to find out just how fucking hot they are."

He squeezes the tip of my dink. Dips the metal rod back into the bottle, and pushes a tiny bit into my pee hole. It doesn't take long for the burning to start. Just right at the tip at first. Just a tingle. Then a warmth. Then all fucking burning hell seers right inside the tip. I scream. That's all he needs to shove more of the rod into my dink.

I've read the word 'agony' in some of the books I've read. I thought it meant just lots of pain. Now I really know what agony means. My dink is burning up from the inside out all the way down to my bladder. My dink, my bladder, my balls are all on fire. Just when it can't get any worse, my beautiful, black hunk of a man rams his huge cock right up my asshole. It feels like he did it dry, like the one time Papa was too drunk to lube himself before he took me on the living room floor. The pain would have been enough to knock me out, but compared to what I'm feeling in my dink, it's hardly nothing.

He's fucking me wildly, making me swing as I hang. Making my arms and legs feel like they're being stretched and ripped out of their sockets. The swinging makes the rod fuck in and out of my dink, stabbing into my bladder. Every time the rod hits inside my bladder, I feel piss shoot out around it. You'd think the piss would wash away some of the burning. It just makes it worse. I try to run away inside my head, but the stuff they gave me won't let me. Even if I did, I know that bring me back. I simply want that black ass hole of a prick who's raping me to fuck me so hard that I rip apart and die.

Then my ass fucker slows his pace and the fat man in front moves down the ladder.

Now the other customer climbs up in front of me. I'm swinging at a slow steady pace, the weights on my balls hitting against my legs and stretching my sack and balls unmercifully. My new tormentor is middle-aged and balding. He sneers at me. I can barely see him through the red haze of pain. He slaps me to get my attention. It doesn't work. I can barely feel it. So with one hand he yanks even harder on my poor tortured balls and with the other rams the rod in so deep that I think it's going to poke through my bladder. He's got my attention now.

He holds up four wires with those little small clippy things at the ends. He's also got a small gray box with dials and knobs on it.

"You know what this is?" he asks. He doesn't wait for an answer because I can't answer. I'm screaming too much. "It's your ticket to hell."

He clips two clippy things on my nipples. He laughs. Then he clips one to the metal rod that's rammed down my dink. The next one – it goes onto my ball sack. I yowl with the new pain.

"Yell all you want, it's only going to get worse. Welcome to hell."

He laughs again then twists one of the knobs a little bit. A new sensation wracks my body. I twist and twitch and jerk. The black man fucking me shoves really hard. The shock stops as fast as it started.

"Wow! I really felt that one," my raper says and punches even deeper into my ass hole. "Juice it up more. Let's see if it makes a difference to me, too."

The whole world is red. Fiery, burning, stretching, electric red. I hear the dial being turned again. Only this time the surge is higher, longer. I feel like my head's going to explode.

"Fucking shock the fucking shit out of him," my rapist yells as loud as I am. He's jerking around, too, just like me.

The shocks get stronger. Longer. Pulsing. Then something happens. The red that engulfs me fades slowly to pink. Pink to deep blue. I start cumming in the middle of the shocks. Cumming hard. Violently. Even though I was well washed out earlier, my bowels loosen and I feel a wetness ooze out my hole.

Deep blue fades to yellow. Piss shoots from my dink. My rapist is no longer raping me. He's my lover making love to me. He's jerking with every shock that runs through me. Runs through him. He's jerking and shooting his sperms deep, deep, deep inside my gut. Deeper than I've ever been spermed before. He's sperming so hard it's spattering on my face, on my chest and tummy.

A scream cuts through the yellow haze. Loosens the haze, wipes it away.

"Fuck me! Fuck me please fuck me don't stop keep fucking me!" a distant voice yells. I look out to the huge room around me for the first time in what feels like years. Scout Master Chris is standing two feet away. He holds Little Fuck up in the air, his huge cock shoved deep in the little Scout's poo hole. Fucking as hard as I'm being fucked. The voice begging to be fucked keeps pleading. It isn't Little Fuck. His mouth is gaping wide but no words come out. Isn't him.

Scout Master Tim's cock is rammed into Dom Scout David. Fat Mr. Jones pounds his boy destroyer in and out of Taylor. Scout Master Nick is slamming Donnie. None of them are yelling. Who can it be?

The yelling turns to singing.

Fuck my shit hole

Fuck it deep

Hurt my dickie

Make me weep

Fuck me. Fuck me

Fuck me hard

Fuck me. Fuck me

Fuck me hard

Pound me

Slam me

Make me scream

Fill me Papa

With your cream.

I recognize the high, soprano boy voice. I recognize the song. I've sung it to my Papa every time he's used my boy hole.

Sometime – I don't know when – the shocks stop. My black lover is nuzzling my neck. Kissing it. Chewing on it.

He whispers in my ear, "Mr. Jones loves you, boy. Do you like Mr. Jones' big, black cock up your little fuck hole?"

Mr. Jones? I thought the fat man was Mr. Jones. Something gooey hangs across my left eye. I look down. Cum – drippy, gooey cum and lots of it – drips down my chest and tummy. The man in front of me pants, catches his breath.

My black lover sees what I'm looking at and laughs.

"Mr. Jones really spermed you good, didn't he? He never fucks boys. He likes hurting them and then cumming on them."

Another Mr. Jones? I get it. I get it. Then warmth turning to wet heat flows deep into my gut. It's coming from the beautiful cock plowing inside me. Mr. Jones, my lover, my fucker, my rapist, is pissing inside me. Only Riley before. I'm bloating as the flow doesn't ever stop. It's the hottest enema I've ever had. I know I can't hold it. I know I'm going to spray all over my lover. That scares me. Thrills me. I shiver once, cramp like I have to take the biggest poo ever, start dry cumming once again… and explode. I can hear the piss splashing on the floor. My Mr. Jones starts humping. Pissing. Fucking. Then as he shouts, cumming in me once again.

"I'm going to breed you, you little cunt. I'm going to make little black babies deep inside your shitty, faggy asshole!"

All the while chewing on my neck. Biting my ears. Fucking my red, raw hole. Kissing me all over my back.

Then blackness.

I wake up on a bed. Scout Master Chris and Mr. Jones – my lover Mr. Jones – are stroking my head gently. Mr. Jones leans down, plants his full rich lips against mine, kisses them. Pushes his tongue into my mouth. Full, thick, snakelike tongue winding around my mouth… feeling my teeth, stabbing deep into the back. He hocks deep in his throat. Still locked to my lips with his, he spits a sticky, snotty, loogie into my mouth. It tastes of snot, marijuana, alcohol, all the drugs we've been taking…and love. We swap the slimy mass back-and-forth. He adds to it. I'm swallowing his spit and saliva as fast as he can fill my mouth with it. But I can't get enough. I want more.

Scout Master Chris is licking my balls. He's licking my dink. He slips my pathetic, nail-hard 2 inches [5 cm] into his mouth. He starts sucking me. He lets go, looks at me, pulls my Mr. Jones away.

Then he spits at my face.

"I love you, you perverted little fuck. We all do. The boys. Your clients. Your Scout Masters. To show you how much we love you, we're going to mark you."

He spits again. Mr. Jones – my Mr. Jones – spits on my face, too. Right in my eyes. Mr. Jones – the fat Mr. Jones with the boy destroyer walks up and he, too, spits on my face once. He hocks deep into his throat. I open my mouth and he spits in there. Then each boy stands around me and spits again and again on my body and my face and my dink. Then the Scoutmasters join in. It's raining spit, and I don't have an umbrella. I love it. I'm their little spit slave.

Then my wonderful, big black rapist stands at the foot of the bed and lifts his huge hose. It's as hard as mine but so much bigger. I think I know what's next. I pray. I want it bad. The spitting's stopped. I look around. Everyone, man and boy and Taylor too, has his dick, his cock, his dink, his prick, his boy fucker, his penis, his whatever the fuck you want to call his most important part in his hand. Pointing at me. I watch my Mr. Jones' pee hole closely. It quivers and opens slightly. Oh fuck! Here it comes.

I don't know how long I'd been out, but Mr. Jones' piss flows like a cannon. How can he have any left after filling my shitter so full? It splashes against my chest then he aims higher. The piss burns my eyes. I open my mouth like a little bird, and he gives me what I want. It had stopped raining spit. But now I'm being flooded by boy piss, by man piss, and I want it all. I want them to mark me. I taste different flavors as one by one they each piss into my mouth.

Little Fuck – Markie – climbs on top of me, His butt right in my face. He starts licking the piss off my body. I see his puffy, bruised boy pussy flex. A puff of fetid gas escapes his hole. It's so nasty, so poopy smelling. I wish I could eat it.

As he's licking, Markie lifts my legs. Fat Mr. Jones climbs between them. He leans as close as his fat belly will allow. And rams his boy destroyer all the way into my hole. I don't think there is another screen left inside me, but I manage to squeak it out.

Over the next four hours, each of us boys gets our balls, our dicks, and our ass holes tortured by the clients. The Scoutmasters film, watch, and help out when needed. By the time it's over, I can't walk. None of us can. We're too sore in front and in back and too worn-out.

Right before Papa and Uncle Tony come to collect me, Scoutmaster Chris gives me my new rank patch. I'm now a CBT Scout, he tells me. The patch has an embroidered, bloody dick on it. Cool!

He also gives us boys an injection. He explains that the drugs they'd given us could be addictive. The shot and a little bottle of pills he gives us will keep that from happening.

"The Boy Sluts of America," he explains, "wants horny, fuckable, boy pussies. We don't want drug addled dopeheads. You should only use what we gave you today on Scout activities. It's okay if your fathers or uncles give you Ecstasy… once in a while. Cialis or Viagra you can have any time you want. But the other stuff, stay away that shit from unless I say it's okay."

Papa and Uncle Tony arrive and Scoutmaster Chris gives Papa a huge stack of money. Uncle Tony carries me out to the car. I'm asleep before he gets me there.

The movie of me and my second trip to the Scout House comes to an end. Just then Riley walks into the basement playroom. He's wearing a blue Cub Scout uniform. It's different from the one I got to wear when I first joined BSA. This one looks just like a real Cub Scout uniform. Papa tosses me a legit khaki Scout shirt. There are real ranks and badges on it. Gone are the ranks I worked so hard to earn.

"What's going on?" I ask Papa.

"You're going to get Riley started as a Boy Slut Scout," he tells me. "Only it's going to be a little different than you got."

I'm scared. For the first time since my second trip to the Scout House, I'm scared for me… and especially for Riley.

Chapter 6
Riley Becomes a Scout

I can tell Riley's trying to be brave. When he does that, he screws up his little face and squeezes his lips really tight. He's doing that now, but there are tears in his wide, green eyes.

He looks at me and says, barely loud enough for me to hear, "Don't let them hurt me. Not like they did you. Please."

I wish there was something I could say. No, fuck that. I wish there was something I could do. But I can't. Papa's made his mind up. I just hope it won't be so bad.

"Don't worry, dude," I say, ruffling his strawberry blond hair. "It wasn't as bad for me as it looked that first time. Actually I liked it. And I was like four months younger than you."

I'm trying to buck him up, but everything I say is making me feel worse. Riley's not like me. I like when stuff hurts. He doesn't. Not at all. He likes it when I poke his rear, but I'm small down there. Three teeny, skinny inches [7½ cm] and I'm real gentle. I know this day was coming, so I've tried to use bigger stuff in him. Biggest thing he gets in him are candles and hot dogs. I know they hurt a little, but Riley bulls it through.

First time with the hot dogs they broke before I could get them in him at first. But he kept trying because he loved eating them out of me and he wanted to feed me the same way. Fuck it tasted so nasty and so good that first time.

But bigger stuff, like some of the dildos and vibrators. He canNOT take them. He just screams for me to take them out if I get very much in. I so fucking love my little fairy brother. I don't want to see him hurt today. I know Papa promised he wasn't going to get fucked. Just me. But I know better.

So we're really quiet in the van going to the Scout House. Just Papa's going this time and that's not so good. Uncle Tony kinda keeps Papa in check. When Uncle Tony's not around, sometimes Papa gets a little wild with me. I don't know what's going to happen, but Riley and me both sense it won't be good. Finally we pull up to the gate of the Scout House. It swings open automatically and Papa drives to the front door.

"This is it, Riley-boy," I say and kiss him on the cheek. He's never been here before, but he's gotta know this is the Scout House. I've talked about it enough. And the little dude is really, really smart. Smarter than me, and my teachers all say I'm the smartest boy they've ever known. Wait'll they meet Riley. Anyways, he's so smart there's no way I can try to make him feel okay. He's been silent crying. No sobs but his cheeks are totally wet.

Papa opens the door and yanks him out.

"What the fucks wrong with you, ya little faggot?" he snarls.

Riley just shivers then pukes. Barely misses Papa's shoe. Fuck! That would have been bad. Bad enough as it is. Papa squeezes this place in the back of his neck that hurts like hot fuck and kind of paralyzes you. Only it doesn't leave a mark.

Just then the door opens and Taylor's there. Taylor! He's wearing this sexy, girly Japanese kimono. I haven't seen him for like four months. He's been away in Europe or someplace. Scout Master Chris said he was having a special operation or something. Seeing him makes me forget I'm scared for a second and I hug him tight. Then we kiss like old lovers – tongue, spit, even a few hocked up loogies.

"Sweety," he lisps, "I have missed you soooo much. I just got back a week ago and I begged Daddy to have you come over. But he said you'd be here today. So I had to wait to see you and to show you my surprise."

Taylor looks over at Riley.

"Oh, what a pretty little boy. How old are you deary? You look about 5 years old."

Riley snarls, "I'm 9." The tears make it hard for him to talk, but you can tell Taylor's pissed him off. I think it's kind of cool that I look younger than my 12 years. Riley hates that he looks so young.

Taylor takes his hand. "Well don't cry, big boy. I think you're going to like today."??I scowl at Taylor. For all his prancing and girly acting, he's always been completely up front with me. I can't believe he's lying to Riley. He says quietly to me, "It's going to be okay. Nothing rough. No fucking, even."

So Papa was telling the truth this time. For once. I'm glad for Riley, but a little disappointed for me. I haven't been rough fucked for four days since the last time Papa and three clients played out a rape fantasy on our living room floor. Papa knew it I was play acting but the clients thought it was for real.

I screamed and thrashed about then. Got whipped for my efforts. I know Riley was watching from the peek hole. Watched me get knocked around and slapped. My balls and dick tortured and poked with needles. Watched me deep throat the men. And lick their dirty, shitty asses and clean their dirty shitty cocks after they raped me. Watched me go through I don't know how many dry, body shaking orgasms as they hurt me.

Funny thing is, Riley hates pain. But he knows I love it. He loves me almost as much as I love him, so when I'm getting hurt, he sometimes cums without even touching himself. He won't do it himself. Hurt me that is. One time I begged him to pierce my scrotum. He was crying so hard he couldn't see. He got the needle about a half inch [12 mm] in and accidentally poked it in my right ball. FUCK that hurt. I screamed. He puked. I cummed like a motherfucker from the pain.

So anyways, I didn't want Riley to get hurt today like I thought he was going to, but I was kind of hoping I would. But now Taylor's telling me it's going to be a soft time. That's what we call it when the clients only want jacking or sucking or when they want us to play hard with them but they don't play hard with us.

Taylor leads Riley with one hand and me with the other through the door. It's that big that three of us can go though side by side. He turns slightly and, releasing my hand, blows a kiss toward my Papa.

"You can come back in about five hours and pick them up, Mr. Hunky. See you then."

Wow. Maybe this will be good time for Riley.

Taylor grabs my hand again and just about drags us to a room I'd never been in before. Not that I've been in many rooms. The house is huge and I'm not sure how many rooms it really has. Taylor says 23, not counting bathrooms. I've been in maybe seven. No make that eight. Well nine including the big meeting room down in the basement where I started out. Two of the rooms I've been in are 'special rooms'. One of them's called the 'Red Room'. It's a special torture room. And if you think what I got the second time I was here was torture, you don't have any idea how rough it gets. Or how rough I can take. I like it too, although sometimes I'm not sure I do when it's going on.

The other room is the 'Brown Room'. Poop stuff goes on down there. It's all tiled and can easily be hosed down. From what I've said before, you might guess I like it down there. A lot. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. I'd like that. You can always write me if you want me to tell you about the Brown Room.

The other rooms I've been in are regular bedrooms. Well, not regular for you and me. They're really fancy. I've been in those tons of times with clients. Big comfy beds where five people can sleep. Spa. Showers. Lots of toys and I do not mean teddy bears. Different lube stuff. Food. Drinks. And drugs. Lots of different types of drugs. The only ones me and the other boys can take are Cialis, E, and a new one like E that's really strong but doesn't hook you.

But we're not headed to any of those rooms right now. Or the Big Meeting Room. Instead, Taylor bursts through a door into what looks like an office. Scout Master Chris is sitting at a desk. A bunch of boys – seven in all – are sitting in chairs around the walls. I know three of them: Dom Scout David who's 16 now. Markie, who's 10 and sweet as fuck. I so fucking love him and still call him 'Little Fuck' even though he's not that little anymore. In fact, he's almost as tall as me and his dick is way bigger. And there's Donnie, my Pee Boy Donnie.

The three of us made a special friendship after they took part in my first torture session. I love them all so much. Almost as much as the mincing, flitting 17 year old who's dancing around the room in his Japanese robe.

"Daddy. Daddy. Let me show Brayden the present you gave me," he whines. "After that, you can do your silly scout stuff. Pleeeeeease, Daddy."

"Do you want to see his special gift, Brayden?" Scout Master Chris asks me.

"Yes, Daddy. I'd love that," I tell him.

Okay, so I call him 'Daddy'. When I first started with the Boy Slut Scouts, I thought my Papa really loved me only just didn't show it very well. I know Uncle Tony does, but he's a weak ass motherfucker. But now I know Papa doesn't give a shit about me or Riley. I've kind of gotten used to it, but it bothers me about Riley. All Papa cares about is the money I bring in. My ass. My dick. My mouth. My screams. That's all he cares about. He doesn't even fuck me that much anymore. He gets his choice of kids in the scouts so long as he doesn't do mean stuff to them.

So one time about a year ago when this shit finally made sense, Scout Master Chris was fucking me slow and easy, kissing me. Jacking me at the same time. (Papa never does that). And I started bawling. He finally got me to tell him what was wrong. That Papa didn't give a shit about me. He said he knew. Then he started fucking me really hard. Twisted my tits, my balls, my dick. Really pounded me with that huge cock of his.

I'm screaming because it hurts so much and hurts so good. I start shivering and jerking and over my screams and my dry cum I can hear him saying, "Brayden. Brayden. Brayden." Every word punctuated with a deep ass slam. "I love you so much. Have since I first met you. I'm your Daddy. I'll be your Daddy as long as you want."

He stated squirting in me, twisting my tiny dickie and balls so hard I thought he might rip them off. For real. That would have been okay. I was crying at that point. Muttering, "I love you too, Daddy. I love you too."

So my Daddy, Scout Master Chris, smiles at me and the other boys. It's funny, but Scout Master Chris has a way of communicating with us boys without saying a word. All the boys nod in agreement. Dancing sexy-like, Taylor unties his kimono. He's got a long silk scarf wrapped around his middle almost to his knees. It covers up his penis. He's wiggling his hips so the scarf is dancing just like him. I can see something poking out the scarf really low down when his hips push forward. He unties the scarf and holds it in front of himself then quickly moves it away then pulls it back again.

I can't believe what I'm seeing!

When I first met Taylor, I was surprised at how long and thin his cock was. When it was hard, it was six and a half inches [16½ cm] and about as thick as a regular sized Sharpie marker. Thicker than my dickie but not by much. As long and skinny as it was, it was both funny and awesome looking.

What I saw now, though. There was no way this was for real. All us boys were chattering about what we saw.

"This is where I have been the last four months. This was Daddy's special present to me for when I turned 17. I'm a miracle of modern plastic surgery. Isn't it beautiful?"

Taylor stood before us with the longest fucking dick I've ever seen. And I've seen some pretty long ones.

"How long is it?" David asks the question we all had.

"The surgeons said it's eleven inches [28 cm], but I measure it at a little over 12 [30 cm]. So does Daddy and some of his friends. Of course when the surgeons measured it, it wasn't hard."

"That thing can get hard?" David asks. ""won't it just snap off if it's hard?"

Taylor starts rubbing his 'present' slowly and lovingly. It starts getting firmer looking as it begins stretching a little more – if that was even possible. The reason David's wondering about Taylor getting a boner is that his dick isn't like any I've ever seen. I'm sure none of us have seen a dick like his. You see, it maybe the longest dick I've seen, and I don't call it a cock for good reason. A cock should be big and fat. A man's cock.

Taylor's dick is anything but a man's cock. Sure, it's almost 12 inches [30 cm] long. But it's the same skinny size it was before he got his surgery on it. No thicker than a normal Sharpie marker. It looks like a big, wiggly, foot-long [30 cm] worm. But that's not the only freaky thing about it. His dick head is as big as my Uncle Tony's. Not monstrous like his Daddy's, but a good normal man-sized cockhead. Freaky, kind of ugly looking. The whole thing is. This now super hard rod that looks like twelve inches [30 cm] of rebar topped with a man's cockhead. Freaky, kind of ugly, yes. But I'm panting it's making me so horny to see it.

And to show exactly how long the freaky thing is, Taylor sits down, leans over, and starts sucking it – a good three inches [7½ cm]. No problem. He pulls his head up a bit so we can see the tip of his dick head. He waits a moment and then a quick spurt of liquid. Cum? I don't have time to ask when the spurt turns into a spray then a flow.

Taylor wraps his lips around himself as he pisses into his mouth. His cheeks fill slightly and he beckons to me. I come to him, press my lips against his, and taste his warm, salty, bitter piss as he pushes it into my mouth. Normally we swap piss but as soon as he's emptied his mouth in mine, he squeezes my lips shut and pulls away.

"Swallow it, Honey. That's funny. Swallow my honey, Honey," he laughs. "When you are done, I want you to lick and bathe my testicles and scrotum."

I've always loved Taylor's piss. I've been drinking it for three years now and it ranges in flavor from tasting like warm water to stinking, nasty bitterness. A lot depends on what he's been eating and drinking or what drugs he's been doing. There've been times when he's downed a ton of EcstasyPlus and I haven't had any. I drink his piss and I'm flying almost as much as he does.

I think this is one of those days cuz his piss is really bitter and nasty. Now you might not like that. Drinking bitter, nasty piss. But I've been drinking it for so long – my own, Riley's, my Papa's and Uncle Tony's, my Scout Master's and clients' and the other Scouts'. I'm just a nasty piss drinker. I love the stuff. Almost as much as I like it even nastier. Like the Brown Room. But I won't tell you about that now because I know some of the guys reading about me don't like that.

Well, I barely get his foul piss swallowed than I get the beginnings of the "I love everything" feeling. And my little man hardens even more than it was. Oh yeah. E-Plus and a boner pill. My head's starting to grow big feeling then I remember Taylor wants me licking his balls and sack.

Last time I saw Taylor – right before his trip to Europe to get his special surgery – he had me lick him down there. I always enjoyed it because his balls were so small for a big kid. His Daddy had been torturing them for so long and giving Taylor special meds that they were like little shriveled up, dried peas. They were so weird it made me hot to suck 'em in my mouth. His sack wasn't that big, but with those tiny nuggets it seemed huge.

By now the hard rebar cock has softened and is now a long, skinny piece of tubing. Like the stuff we use in my science class. I kneel down to get to his wrecked jewels. Nothing! Absolutely nothing. All that's left is a four inch [10 cm] scar mark where Taylor's sack used to be. Taylor giggles like the girl he is.

"Daddy gave me everything I wanted, Sweetheart," he laughed. "He had the surgeons take my testicles and scrotum away. Would you like to hear all about it?" I nod in awe. Taylor takes his skinny tubing and starts swinging it around.

"You have no idea how good that feels, Mon Ami. It is like nothing I had ever felt before. I will tell you everything about the new me if you do me a favor." I nod eagerly. I know the tale will be as odd as Taylor, but I want to hear it.

Taylor stops swinging his tube around and places its head in my hand.

"I can do this myself, Sweety. But I want you to do it. Please insert my new, super glans into my rectum by way of my anal sphincter."

I ask him, "So you want me to put your own dick head up your own asshole?"

"Oh my. You have always been such a gauche little boy. If you must be that way, then shove my motherfucking cockhead into my putrid shit hole! Are you happy with my gross language?"

I'm laughing hard, hard enough that I loose a little bladder control. Not much, just enough to make a small wet spot on my khaki pants, a spot that nobody in the room misses seeing. And laughing at.

I slip Taylor's hose between his legs and using my middle finger force the man-sized cockhead through his asshole. I don't need to be told. I keep pushing as much of his freaky dick in until it's stretched tight across Taylor's taint. It's still soft but it's gotten a little chubby. I can see the urethra on the bottom vibrate and I touch it with a feather's touch. I know what he's doing!

"You're pissing in your own shit hole, Dude." I'm trying to be as gross as he is elegant and sissy in the way he talks.

"Yes. As you say, I am pissing in my own shit hole. But if you do not choose to speak like a little gentleman, I will not let you have any."

"Okay, Mr. Dude, sir. You're urinating into your rectum with your very own penis. Dude! You're fucking yourself. Tell me. Tell me. Please!"

At this point my hand isn't the only one feeling Taylor's piss flowing through his hose-like dick. Riley and two other boys gently touch the distended piss tube which is more noticeable on the freakishly thin penis.

"Daddy?" Taylor asks his father. "Tell them all the lovely details, please."

"Gladly, son. Long story or short story," he asks us boys. We all agree to hear the long story.

"Taylor is my son by a lesbian friend. I wanted a son because I love boys and thought raising one would be an enriching experience. I had no intention of having any sexual relations with him – or other boys for that matter. I'd masturbate to boy porn but felt I'd never become involved with a boy sexually.

"Taylor changed all that. I pretty much kept to my word right after he was born except for deciding to raise him as a nudist. I kept him naked much of the time and just cleaned any pee or poop. His mother breast fed him, and I loved watching him suckle her naked. He'd always get a tiny infant boner when he did. Mari – that's his mother's name – showed me how much little boys love having their pee-pees stimulated while the suckled. She brought BabyTaylor to his first orgasm when he was a week old. She encouraged me to try it as well. Because of my proclivities – that means how I felt about little boys – I was afraid to start anything like that.

"Then, when he was about 2 months old, Baby Taylor got colicky right after he was fed. Mari couldn't stop his crying and told me it was my duty as a daddy to make him feel better. I reached for his little lump of a penis to rub it but she stopped me. 'Suck it,' she said. I took a deep breath and gave my precious son his first blow job. He stopped crying and orgasmed almost immediately.

"I couldn't stop. I sucked my little guy several times a day, every day. Often he rewarded me with his urine. One day when he was around a year old, I'd put him down for a nap. Normally he'd sleep for a couple of hours, then wake up crying. I'd bottle feed him while suckling his pee-pee. This time, though, he didn't cry when I expected him to. So I went into his room. I couldn't believe what I saw. He was lying on his back – in a puddle of pee, I might add – pushing his rattle in and out of his little baby poop hole. He was as stiff as a two-penny nail and about the same length. He was cooing and giggling as he fucked himself with his toy. I stood there for at least a half hour. Every few minutes, his body would shake in orgasm and he'd pee an arc of pee over himself.

"You can image how hard I was. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped out of my clothes, lifted him out of his crib – making sure he kept his hand on the rattle handle – and laid him on the floor. I leaned over him head to foot and pushed my hard cock through his lips. He'd developed some teeth by then of course, so his suckling hurt. But you boys don't know this, I like getting as well as giving it. He was much too small for me to suck him, but I put my hand over his and proceeded to fuck him with his rattle as he sucked me, got an orgasm every few minutes, and sprayed his baby piss all over me, him, and the rug. Fortunately the pain of his chewing on my cock was enough to keep me from exploding into his mouth for a good 15 minutes.

"Finally, though, I couldn't help it. I didn't give any thought to pulling out. I hadn't had sex with another man for a month and hadn't jacked off for at least a week. Taking care of a one-year is tiring. So I flooded the poor guy. He tried to swallow, but gagged, coughed and spit. My splooge oozed from his little nose. I picked him up and made sure he wasn't choking for real. From that moment, I decided to raise my son how I really wanted to. Taylor started toddling over to me, grabbing my dangling cock, and asking for 'Dada baba. I'd blow off in his mouth once, twice, three times a day depending. I sucked him constantly and taught him to suck without his teeth. I started finger fucking him and using tiny dildos, knowing full well what I was prepping him for.

"I had a young friend, a man of 19 who looked 16, I enjoyed brutal sex with. Me giving, of course. I convinced him first to play out our sexual games with Taylor watching and eventually – when Taylor was about 2 – had him suck Bryan while I brutally fucked the lad on our living room floor. Bryan said he didn't want to do it at first. But he had a mind shattering orgasm with me dry fucking him and yanking on his ball stretcher while Taylor sucked him off. From that point on, Bryan was a constant participant."

By this point in Scout Master Chris's tale, Taylor had finished pissing up his shit hole. He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply.

"Brayden Sweety, do you wish to drink my rectal urine?" I know what he wants and eagerly nod my head. All us Scouts are used to doing nasty things like he's asking. Some of us even enjoy it. But I'm the only one who really loves it. "I'm sorry, though. Daddy washed me out earlier when he and four of his friends cleansed me with their urine and semen. So it won't have much flavoring. Sorry. Daddy can tell you more while you are doing it."

I kneel at his rear hole and gently pull his over-sized dick head out of his asshole. A brief squirt wets my face. I bet you're read some stories that described boy pee as being sweet or yummy tasting. It's not. Never. It's always a little nasty, sometimes nastier than others. And piss that's been up a butt, even if the butt's been hosed out, it always tastes nasty, kind of fishy. To be honest, if it tasted good I don't think I'd like it as much.

So anyway, I plant my lips at Taylor's bruised, puffy hole – like it has been since I've known him. I poke my tongue in and he lets little squirts out at a time. Too much I wouldn't be able to drink it all. Taylor knows how to do this. We've done it since after we met. Cleaned out and not cleaned out. Both of us supplying and drinking. But this is the first time I've had Taylor's piss from Taylor's hole. Riley's kneeling beside me, face squinched up. He just doesn't see how I can be so nasty.

So Taylor's Daddy – my Daddy and Riley's too since ours turned out to be such a jerk – he picks up the story.

"Some boys," he continues "are just into pain. I've learned this from Taylor and my experience with boys over the past 15 years. I know Brayden and Markie are like that. Taylor is and was incredibly anal as well. He loved when I'd put sex toys in his rear end. He'd toddle to the 'toy box' and pick up a dildo or vibrator and bring it to me and ask, 'butt game' or something like that. That didn't stop him from playing on his own, though. I don't think there was a smallish toy he didn't push up his pooter. I was constantly washing his poop off them.

"So one day when Taylor was about four and a half, I was putting Bryan through some particularly nasty cock and ball tortures. Taylor had been watching me do this sort of thing with numerous victims for quite a while, but Bryan was one of his favorites. I had put his balls into a ball vice and shoved a huge electro-stim dildo into the young man's ass hole and an electro-sound down his piss hole. I turned up the current abruptly – no slow increase to get him used to it – and Bryan was twitching and yelling.

The next thing I know Taylor's beside me yanking on my hand. 'Do me, Daddy,' he's crying. He's got one of the sounds inserted fully into his urethra. Well, there was no way I would electro-stim such a small boy, but the vision of this not quite five year old with a metal rod stuck in his inch and a half [4 cm] penis was enough to bring both Bryan and me over the edge.

"It was obvious from that moment that Taylor not only liked anal stimulation, he was a little pain freak. About a year later, I was fixing dinner and I heard Taylor shrieking horridly from one of our bathrooms. I ran as fast as I could and when I got there I was shocked. This little almost-six year old was seated naked on the toilet, bawling and screaming. Tears poured down his face. I was about to rush to him but for some reason I stopped to look for a moment. Taylor had a double ball vise – you know the kind that squeezes both balls between two pieces of plastic at the same time – attached to his little pearls. His little pecker was as hard as I'd ever seen it.

"At first I thought he'd put it on imitating what I did with Bryan and had accidentally twisted the vise. But no, he sat there, screaming, crying, and dry heaving, deliberately twisting the vise slowly tighter and tighter. I yelled for him to stop but he didn't. Instead, he twisted the handle at least a full turn. I swear I could hear a snapping sound. I guess that final, ball crushing squeeze – that and having Daddy there to see him – pushed Taylor over the edge. He started jerking wildly, so hard he fell off the toilet onto the floor. I was sure he was seizing. But his pee-pee was spewing little boy pee, something he did and still does every time he cums.

"It wasn't a seizure. I could tell because through the cries and grunts, Taylor was begging me 'Hurt me, Daddy. Hurt me.' I couldn't refuse his pleas. I walked over to him and pressed the toe of my shoe firmly into his penis and testicles. That sent him into another cum pounding him right on top of the previous one. It was so strong, the little tyke passed out.

"I love my boy and I didn't want to hurt him permanently – just to hurt him. So I released my toe and let him fall asleep on the floor in his puddle of piddle. Later that afternoon, I took Taylor to a doctor I knew who would be discreet. We'd shared a number of young boys throughout the years, boys running from 7 to early teens. Not not only vanilla sex. We'd gotten pretty rough with some of the older boys, those 8 and above. So, he knew my perverse pleasures.

"He checked Taylor's little nuts and pee pipe. I'd asked him to speak in front of Taylor since my boy tested as a genius early in his life and could understand what was being said. He said the balls hadn't been badly damaged but warned Taylor that if he kept it up, he would destroy them. If that happened, he advised, Taylor wouldn't go into puberty. Taylor knew what puberty was and as soon as the doctor gave him the news, he grabbed his little, bruised scrotum, twisted it, squeezing his little pearls as hard as his little hands could manage. My doctor friend rapidly pulled Taylor's hands away. I asked my little boy if he did want to destroy his nuts. He did. He didn't want to get hairy and smelly, he said.

"I asked if he wanted to be a little girl instead of a little boy. He'd been girly since he was very young, so I wondered if he was really transgender. 'No way,' my little boy said. He told me he loved his peepee. He told me he wanted it to be as long as an elephants trunk but he didn't care if he smashed up his balls and never got hairy or cummy.

"So he and I worked toward his goal. I – and a very small group of very good friends – tortured my poor little baby's testicles. They were pretty much useless by the time he was 10. I also gave him the same suppression shots Riley and Brayden are getting. Just in case."

By the time he says this, I've finished drinking Taylor's 'rectal urination' as he put it. Riley and I stare at Scout Master Chris.

"What'd ya mean, suppression shots?" I snap.

"Sorry guys," Scout Master Chris said. "I thought you knew. You and some of the other scouts get shots that keep you from going through puberty. Keeps you yummier for the clients.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I mean, how would you feel if you were me? Papa and Uncle Tony had said the shots were a special booster to keep us healthy when we did the sex stuff. I like not shooting sperms yet. But part of me wants to become a real teen. And part of me doesn't. Guess I'll have to talk to Uncle Tony when I get home. No use talking to Papa, though.

Scout Master Chris continues, "So in addition to the suppression shots, we gave Taylor shots that kept the corpus spongiosum growing longer while inhibiting the growth of the corpus cavernosum. This had the effect of giving Taylor the long, skinny prick he's had since he was around 12. It's what Taylor said he wanted from that eventful visit to the doctor. He wanted it even longer, but the shots had done all that they could.

"Shortly before his 17th birthday, I gave my boy what he'd been begging for. We went to a surgeon in Barcelona who does a large number of sex reassignment surgeries – turns men into women and women into men. Using some discarded penile tissue, he reconstructed my boy's long, skinny penis into the freak show you see before you. But don't get me wrong, I love it. The doctors did a great job. I love how my girly boy plays with it, how he pushes it up his own pussy and other boys' pussies as well.

"But enough about Taylor's new toy. Let's talk about the new direction we're going to go today.

"You see, I want our troupe to be a real Boy Scout Troupe. Of course there's a lot we can't let the big organization know about, but this way we have greater reach – both in terms of clients and boys. So today you young men are going to sell Boy Scout gift wrapping door to door. This is why you're wearing standard Scout uniforms. Each of you will also wear a pin that for a few select men will identify you as 'special Scouts', ones who will go the extra mile, so to speak, for a man's deeper needs.

"If one of your customers says exactly these words 'My, but the Boy Scouts are recruiting some fine, young men,' you are to show him a good time. But, there is no anal today. Only hand jobs and sucking. And no darker games either. No pain. Got that, Brayden? Even if he wants it and you want it, not today."

"How come?" I ask.

"There's not enough time. And, I want Riley to like our version of the Scouts. I don't want him to be scared, hurt, or made to feel uncomfortable. Understand?"

I do understand. And now I rally understand how careful Scout Master Chris and the other Scout Masters are with us. When I was raped the first time and tortured the second, they really knew who I was. What I wanted. Needed. Maybe Riley can learn to like being hurt. Maybe even being the one who does the hurting. That's be cool. I love that. And I know he'll get fucked. But not today.

I can tell you, my brain is spinning. Riley and me are standing in front of what I heard Uncle Tony call a McMansion. We live in a pretty nice house since I started selling myself in the Boy Sluts. But nothing like this.

This whole entire bunch of houses is inside fences. Scout Master Nick calls it a gated community. Guess they want to keep low lifes like me and Riley out. Nick's drops us off with the catalog of wrapping paper and order forms. He tells us he'll be back in four to five hours and to sell as much of the paper as we can.

Riley's nervous cuz he knows we'll do more than just sell wrapping paper. But I make him feel better telling him he'll like it since there's no real butt stuff and from what Scout Master Tim said, we'll only have a couple or five of the sex stops.

Which seems true. We've already been to twelve houses and twelve of them ordered wrapping paper. Funny, though, they were all men and if you asked me to bet, I'd bet they were all gay men. But real nice. We even got tips and cookies. Sweet.

I ring the next doorbell. A man wearing only bright pink Speedos answers. You know what? He should NOT wear them. He's got more flab hanging over the waist band than I've seen in a log time. He looks at us and smiles.

"My, but the Boy Scouts are recruiting some fine, young men," he says. Then you won't believe it. He wiggles out of the Speedos and stands there naked. Out in public! With a fat, yummy looking uncut dick dangling between his legs. Looks a good 5 or 6 inches [12-15 cm] soft. Riley gasps.

"Don't worry, my loves. Nobody can see you here.I understand you are going to make me feel really good." He hefts his cock and waggles it at us. "I want the little one to do me in front. You, big boy, my asshole needs a good big boy tongue bath."

Riley doesn't look too happy about what he's gotta do, but I know he knows he's gotta do it. He kneels in front of the stranger, grabs the slowly inflating cock, and kisses the tip. I've seen him do this many times with Papa and Uncle Tony. And with a few of our friends and of course with me. But this is the first time with any other grown ups. He squinches his face up, pulls away, and spits. The man grabs Riley's head and pushes it hard against the tip.

"No, no, little one. This is what I paid for. For a little faggot boy to eat my cock cheese and suck my cock and swallow my cum. You understand?"

It looks to me like he's squeezing Riley's head pretty hard and Riley starts licking the smegma out of the man's thick foreskin. It looks like my brother's going to puke. But he keeps doing it. He's tasted Papa and Uncle Tony's head cheese a lot before, and it never really bothered him. So this must be really rank.

"You gotta love my cock cheese, boy. 've been letting it ripen for four days. And you there," he says grabbing my shoulder, "get to work on my asshole."

I scuttle around to the back and pull his fat ass cheeks apart. Whew! Nasty, stinky, sweaty. Obviously he didn't wipe since the last time he went. Now I'm glad I got this assignment. Poor Riley would have definitely puked. Me? I like it. I spend a good amount of time cleaning him up. He's moaning and breathing hard.

I hear Riley gag and stop for a moment. The man's no longer soft. His cock is now super hard and a good halfway down poor Ry-Ry's throat. Papa rough fucks his throat a lot, but Riley still gags. He's turning sort of blue-pink so I'm afraid he may faint from lack of oxygen. I'd love to watch, but I got a job to do. I dive back into the cleft of fat and start tongue fucking the nasty hole. I slip my pointer finger in beside my tongue and find the man's prostate. WOW! It's huge. I start poking at it and now the man's thrusting his hips back and forth. I can't see it but I know he's fucking Riley's throat. Hard. I can hear Riley gasping for breath and then gagging. Gasping for breath. Gagging.

The man starts yelling, "Mother fucking shit licking little slut. You sure know how to eat out an ass."

The way he's moving, the way his asshole's twitching and spasming, I know he's cumming. Finally the man drops to his knees, hard for a man his size. He's pulled Riley down with him by my brother's beautiful strawberry blond hair. Cum is oozing out of Riley's nose. Some has dripped on his shirt.

"Almost done, sweetheart," the man says. "I got one more thing to give you to thank you for the blow job." I know what he's going to do and crawl quickly to Riley's side.

"No, mister, please. He doesn't deserve it. I did the best job. Let me have it. PLEASE!"

The man pulls his cock from Riley's mouth and shoves it roughly between my lips. In a flash, he's spewing rotten, rancid, asparagus piss into my mouth. God how I love it. How good it is. How nasty. Putrid. I gulp as fast as I can until the flow slows and eventually stops. I wanted it all, but some leaked out of my mouth. My front is spattered. And smells like, well, like piss.

I look at Riley's shirt and mine. The man senses my problem. He smiles sweetly, not like the brute who mouth-raped my little brother.

"Don't worry about how you look. If you look at your route list, you have five more houses. We're all expecting something more than just wrapping paper. So a little cum, a little piss. Who's to care?"

The man is right. Riley and me visit five more houses and each one is one of our special customers. We don't make any money on them, but I know the Scouts are getting their share. All the remaining men are nicer than the first man. And as Scout Master Chris promised, no butt stuff. I'm kind of sorry because my hole is itching for some abuse by the time we're walking away from our last house. We're on our way to outside the gates so we can meet up with Scout Master Nick. We pass a house that wasn't on our list and the door opens. Two men in jeans and shirts wave to us.

"Hey, boys. Come here." When we get onto the door stoop, one man gives the pass phrase. I guess Scout Master Chris or Nick made a mistake and forgot to put this house on the list. I smile and nudge Riley. He smiles, too. We move closer.

"Hello sirs," I say. "What can we do for you."

In an instant, one of the men grabs me and drags me into this big fancy house. I hear Riley shriek like he does in bad dreams. I turn around and see the other man dragging my brother in, his hands clamped securely on Riley's junk. From the way Riley's screaming, I know his nuts are being crushed.

I struggle to get away. The man holding me does nothing but squeeze my arm tightly.

"Listen, boy. The more your fight, the worse it gets for the little shit-ass of a brother. Understand?"

The other man lifts Riley off his feet by the iron grip he's got on Riley's crotch. I can't believe what I'm seeing. He's twisting and jerking my little brother around in the air by his balls.

"Please, Brayden. Do as he says. Please. He's killing me. They're going to rip them off. Please."

I stop fighting and drop to my knees.

"Please let my brother go," I plead. "Please."

The man holding Riley drops him onto the floor. Riley gasps and fights for air. I rush to him and he seems okay except that the drop knocked the air out of him.

I look at the two men, "Scout Master Chris said there wouldn't be any rough stuff not with Riley. And no fucking neither. Do me but leave Riley alone. Scout Master Chris promised."

Just then two other me walk in. They're completely nude. And heavily tatted all over their bodies. Neither is hard but they've both got substantial dangles. Not as big as Scout Master Chris, but bigger than Papa or Uncle Tony.

The biggest of the new guys walks over to me, grabs me by my chin and makes me look up at him. He hocks deep into his throat and spits right on my face.

"This Scout Master Chris dude is a pussy, you know," he says. "And he don't got nothing to do with you from now on. You two little cunts are mine and my friends. I paid for you both. Fair and square. You're mine. We'll do what we want with you over the next five days because that's what I paid for. And I didn't guarantee your old man I'd bring either of you back alive. So you both better be good. Got it?"

Riley's whimpering on the floor. He's pissed himself. And he'd probably have done more if he hadn't been cleaned out. Fuck! I have to fight back my own piss. I won't give 'em the pleasure. But I know our hell – Riley's and mine – is just starting.

Chapter 7
Brayden and Riley's Descent into Hell

I reach up to wipe the slimy spit wad from my my forehead before it oozes into my eyes. He swats my hand away.

"Don't you get it, cunt face?" he snarls. You don't do nothing but that I tell you to. That's my spit. My precious spit. If I gave it to you, you should be grateful Go ahead, cockless whore. Thank me for it."

I know better than to argue. "Thank you, sir." By now the wad has dripped into my eye. It stings and I can smell the tobacco in it.

He slaps me.

"That ain't good enough twat shit. Tell me what you thankful for."

"Thank you, sir, for the wonderful spit you gave me. I love it. It's so nice and sweet and good." I try my best to sound sincere even though it stings so bad.

"You ain't shitting me, are you? Prove it shit face. Clean it off and eat it."

I scoop some off with two fingers. It's slimy, greasy, and brown. I gotta tell you, it's the rankest spit I've ever tasted. I know it sounds nasty, but I like men spitting on me and in my mouth. I like slimy, lubery, snotty spit. It's the kind of boy I am. But this stuff. Fuck! It makes me want to puke all over the place. This guy must swallow a ton of tobacco juice. But I know I gotta do the right thing or Riley's gonna get hurt. I keep swiping it offa me and eating it.

"It's great, sir." I say with the biggest smile I can muster. "I love it."

"Glad you do,"" he says back. And grabs me by the chin, squeezes my mouth open, hocks real deep again, and spits right onto my tongue.

"Swaller it, cunt face. And you better not puke, cuz you'll lick that all off the floor if you do."

I swallow once again. I want to hurl but I hold it down. My heart starts beating fast. Shit. It's like the one time I snuck a cigarette. I thought I was gonna die. Uncle Tony told me it was the nicotine. I guess this dude's spit is full of that shit. Anyway I stagger a little bit and he grabs me and pulls me up.

"You two pussy farts follow me. If you lag, or sag, or try to bag it, I'll kill you. Trust me. I mean it."

I have no idea what those words mean, and I know Riley doesn't either. But we both know he means for us to follow. I hold Riley's hand. He's bawling so hard he can hardly see. But I guide him along behind this huge monster of a guy. Like I said, he's huge, totally nude, and totally tatted.

As I follow behind him – the three other goons follow behind Riley and me – I get a chance to look closely at the tats. When I first saw them, they didn't look like much. But up close, they're awesome. Really detailed and they look like… well, not like photos but really good art.

And you know what the tats are of? Boys. Boys of all ages. The youngest look like they're around 4 or 5. The oldest ones look like maybe they're 12 or 13. Small like me. And they're doing all sorts of sexy stuff. Some of it's scary, too. Like one boy who looks maybe 5 who's getting fucked by a huge dog. The boy's mouth is wide open. You can almost him him shrieking. Across the goon's back is a boy tied to a cross, almost like a kid Jesus. It looks like his dick is pierced and there's a weight hanging from it and two more from his balls. Yeah, you can bet he's screaming. Good thing you can't hear it.

I can't believe some tattoo artist would think of these horrible things. But know what? They kind of turn me on. A lot. I'm getting really hard imagining maybe those screaming boys are me.

I'm holding Riley with my left arm and kind of supporting him as we follow. I know the mean guy won't like it but I can't help myself. I reach out. I have to touch the boy on the cross. He looks so screamy and pained. I know the man will smack me. Or punch me. Or worse but I can't help it. I reach out farther and touch the tattoo boy's stretched, bloody penis and rub it lightly like I'm trying to get the ink blood off. The man jerks a little. Here it comes I think. Only he doesn't smack me.

Without looking back he says, "You like them tats? Don't you, cocksucker?"

"Yes, sir."

"Who knows," he says, "Maybe you'll be a new one on me."

I shiver thinking about becoming one of his tats. Fear. Excitement. My dickie jumps. We go down a long flight of steps. I'm just about carrying Riley he's so freaked. He keeps passing gas. He does that when he's scared. A couple of times when Papa got real angry, he even squittered himself. I'm hoping he doesn't this time because he's a clean little boy and doesn't like to embarrass himself.

We go into a large, brightly lit room. The first thing I notice is the racks and ropes and whips and chains and all sort of nasty-ass looking torture things. All boy sized. My sized. And smaller. Then I see the photos. All around the wall. Framed large color photos line the wall. There gotta be 50 or 60 of them. They're the tattoo boys. Lots and lots of them. I recognize some as being exactly the tats on the mean man. The artist didn't have to think of what to do. He just copied these photos.

The big man leads me to one wall. I'm looking right into the brown, pleading eyes of the boy whose on the tattoo cross. He looks like 11. They're eight photos. The first he's tied up like a piece of meat but standing on the ground. His mouth is open and I can guess he's begging. The next one a hand is piercing one of his balls with a nasty looking curved fish hook. There's a weight on it. You can tell it's his ball and not the sack. He's screaming for sure. Next photo there's puke all running down his chest and his other ball's being pierced and weighted. The next one the puke is cleaned up but you can't see the boy's face because he's whipping his head around so hard and fast. Why? Because the hand in the photo is piercing his dick behind his little glans with an even bigger needle and a huge weight.

The sixth photo he's strung up on the cross. This is the one tattooed on the man's back. The seventh one is the goon is behind him on a platform. The boy's body is twisted to the side so the man can pierce his boy hole with that huge whang of his. The final photo scares me. The boy's on his side on the floor, curled up like a baby. You can see blood dripping down from his hole and forming a small puddle on the floor. And he's positioned so you can see his dick and balls, Still pierced. Bleeding. A lot.

"Don't worry, kid," his abuser tells me. "He didn't die. He didn't like it much. At first. But he's turned into a little pain whore, just like you. But maybe I'm not going to do this to you. Your old man told me you like pain. So maybe I'm gonna hurt you by not hurting you. I dunno. But I know I'm gonna hurt you in a different way."

With this he yanks me and Riley to the center of the room. It's got tile floors and four drains. A lot like the Brown Room in the Scout Mansion but something tells me it's not to be able to clean up just poop. There are also a bunch of video cameras all around. Like eight of them but I don't have time to really count.

He pulls Riley from me and straps him in a chair by his wrists. One of the other men shows us a leather collar that's lined with a shiny metal strip. He clamps it on little brother's neck and pulls it tight. I can tell it's not tight enough to cut off my brother's breathing but I can tell it's uncomfortable. And scary.

"Okay, big brother. Here's the deal. Your old man told us you love pain but don't really like giving it. And that your shitty ass little brother hates pain. So one of the things we're going to do with you is make you hurt your brother."

I scream as loud as can. "You motherfuckers. No way I'm going to hurt Riley." I'm struggling and trying to run to Riley and save him – somehow. Then I hear my brother shriek louder than I've ever heard him before. I look at him and he's still on the chair, jerking wildly. It's then I notice the wires attached to the collar.

I stop struggling and Riley stops jerking. But he's unconscious. And wet some more. The room smells like poop so I know he's squirted out whatever little bit was in him after the enema earlier today. The man who put the collar on him holds something under his nose – I bet it's what I got my first times in the Scout House. Riley jerks awake.

"Don't let them do that again. Please. Please, Brayden. Please please please."

One of the other men leaves for a few minutes and returns with a goat. I know they're going to have the goat fuck Riley and that's just fucking mean. Goats stink bad and their jizz stinks worse. Don't ask me how I know. I just do. Riley will hate it.

But I'm wrong. The man straps a collar on the goat just like the one on Riley.

The main guy, the one with the most tats, says to Riley and me, "Ever eaten goat? It's good. It's what me and my friends are having for dinner in three days. This one as a matter of fact. Know how butchers kill goats? You don't. Well, they shoot them in the head with a bolt. Or they smash them with a sledge hammer. We're not going to do that, Here's what we're gonna do."

With those words the goat lets out a sound like fingernails on a blackboard. A loud, painful squawk. He jerks and shakes and dumps a bunch of little black pellets out his butt. Then he just collapses. Right over. Fucking bastards.

"See how effective enough juice is? Same amount will kill a boy as kill a goat. So, understand this Brayden Allred. If you do not do everything we tell you to do – no matter how much it hurts your brother – we're going to electrocute him. Just like this poor goat. But we'll do it slow and painful so that he suffers so much he'll beg to die. Then we'll make you eat him. Then know what we'll do?"

I couldn't answer. He slaps me. Hard. Then again.

"Answer faggot!"

"You're going to kill me?" I answer weakly.

"No way. We're going to make you live with it. Remembering that you caused your brother's death. Remembering that you ate him. We'll probably feed you his dick and balls. According to your old man, you love eating his dick and balls. And we'll feed you his asshole and intestines and everything in them. But your old man says you love eating that shit, too. Nasty little fucker. You'll probably like it. Eating shit outta your dead brother's guts."

He takes my chin in his rough, huge hand and lifts my face up to look at him.

"Understand this, faggot. We don't want to kill our boys. We like them screaming and howling like the bitches they are. But don't for a single fucking second think that we won't kill your little sissy ass brother if you don't do everything we say. Got it?"

I nod my head. He squeezes my chin so hard I think he'll break it. He doesn't have to say a word. I know what he wants.

"Yes, sir, I'll do what you tell me to. Anything, sir. Anything." My voice can barely squeak out the answer. I can see Riley out of the corner of my eye. He's slumped down in his bonds in the chair but he looks relieved. I don't think he knows what he's in for. I do. He's just glad he won't be electrocuted like the goat lying a few feet from him.

"Now that's a good boy, ass sucker. Only from now I'm Master Ralph. And my friends here are Masters Don, Jim, and Matts. That's Master Matts, not Max. He hates being called Max."

"Yes sir, Mast Ralph," I say. "Riley, tell Master Ralph you'll do what ever he says. Whatever all of them say."

Riley squeaks out, "Yes sir, Master Ralph." He's shaking but he's stopped crying. I know the next five days are going to forever scar my sweet, little brother. But he'll live. And I can help him deal with the memories. That's what a big bro is for, right?

Master Ralph – now he has a name and I think it's kind of funny. He's so big and mean looking. And mean acting. But "Ralph?" That ain't a very powerful name. Any way he lets go of me.

"Your old man told me all about the two of you. Brayden – little pain freak Brayden – he told me you love getting hurt. Says you cum so hard when something on you's being torn or burnt or squeezed or fucked hard up your nasty piss or shit hole. He also tells me you like it as dirty as it gets. Animals. Piss. Snot. Shit. Well too bad for you, none of us are deep into the shit stuff, but the rest… Don't worry you'll get a lot of the rest of the stuff. Plus, you'll get to play like that with little sissy girl Riley.

"Sissy girl. That's what your old man calls you, Riley. Tells me you're afraid of everything. Ya don't like being hurt. Hate it in fact. Ya don't like the dirty stuff your brother does. But he tells me you love your brother so much that you'll do a lot of that to him. What a good little faggoty sissy girl brother. Says you don't even like piss play. Well, we'll see about that. Hey, Brayden, want to know something about your brother you maybe don't know?"

I nod my head "yes."

"I calls him a sissy girl because he told your Uncle who told your old man something. He sometimes wishes he was a girl. A real girl without his dick and balls."

Master Ralph goes over to a cabinet and gets a huge nasty looking knife offa the the top.

"Who knows, if you're a good sissy girl, Riley, maybe we'll give you what you want." He pokes the tip of the knife into Riley's crotch. He jerks up as much as his bonds allow. A little flower of blood appears around the tip of the knife. Riley's crying.

"Sorry, Brayden," he whimpers. "Please don't hate me. I've always thought I was a girl inside."

I can't help but feel so bad for my little brother. My little sister. Carrying this inside him so long.

"I don't hate you, Riley. I love you just as much. Even if you're my sister."

"Ain't that just about the sweetest thing you ever seen?" Master Ralph asks the other guy. They all laugh. "Now get your little sister out of her clothes." He pushes me over to Riley's chair. I unstrap Riley's arms and stand him up. His pants are still very wet. That reminds me that I've gotta piss bad. Real bad. But I do what I'm told. I can feel my piss leaking and squirting in tiny squirts.

I pull off Riley's shoes and shirts. Then lower his Scout pants. They're not just piss wet in front, there's a little wet splotch in the seat as well. One of the other men – Master Jim I think it is – spots it and points.

"Looks like the little sissy girl messed himself. Turn him around."

I turn Riley around and yes, there is a brownish wet spot soiling the seat of his underpants. It's really a good thing we'd been enema-ed out or Riley would have completely messed himself. The one I think is Master Jim comes over with a professional looking steadicam. He gets up close to my brother's shame.

"Big brother," he says in a thick Irish accent. "Your Daddy told us Riley doesn't like being dirty. Clean him up back there. Underwear first."

I know this is terribly embarrassing for Riley. He is so picky clean. Even when he was 5 years old he almost never had skid marks. Like I told you before, he hates pooping in front of anyone. So I know the dirty wet splotch must bother him. But freak that I am, it excites me and my dickie – dribbling pee the entire time – sproings up hard in my unders. I lean close to the wet, brown smudge, inhale deeply, and use my teeth to get it in my mouth.

There's almost no taste, just enough bitterness to remind me what I;m sucking on. I can hear Riley above me apologizing, even though he knows I love it. I suck until there's no flavor left and all that's left on his unders is a big spit-wet spot.

I pull down his underpants so they stay up in front but show off his skinny, freckled butt cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Brayden. I'm so sorry," Riley keeps keening. I spread his cheeks and there's almost nothing there.

"Don't worry, little bro," I say, but wonder if I should start calling him little sis. "Too bad but it's really clean back there," I lie. Not really clean, but not much there either. Mostly wet spatters that I know the vid camera captures. "I'll lick it cuz Master Ralph told me to. But there's nothing there to worry about." I know Riley knows I'm lying. He musta felt the wetness, but I can tell he feels better about it. It tastes like his unders did only a little stronger. I take a few moments to lick all around his wrinkle, clean it as clean as he'd want it. He moans.

Master Ralph yanks me around in front of Riley. I'm still on my knees. "Hey! You've been dribbling a lot, I can see. Your old man says you're a piss freak. And love to piss yourself. But your sissy girl faggot brother don't. Anyway let's see what the sissy girl has up front. Pull off his underpants."

I do as I'm told. All four men hoot and laugh and are pointing at Riley's front. I know why. When he's scared or sick feeling, everything he's got disappears. Just like now. His balls have retreated inside him. His little pricklet has shrunk into a button on top of his shriveled sack. And his foreskin is like a little dried up grub worm. I think he's cute when he's like that.

"No wonder he wants to be girl," one of the other masters says. "He ain't got shit where a boy's got his stuff."

I know if I suck him he'll grow, not a lot, but it won't be so bad for him. I lean in but Master Ralph smacks me away.

"You'll suck the fag when I tells you to suck the fag. You're the only one here who ain't naked. Strip!"

I start to unbutton my shirt, he swats me again.

"Dance! Give us a strip tease."

Now you gotta believe me. This is NOT the first time I've stripped for clients. It's not even the first time I've stripped with pee dripping steadily from my dickie. But it's the first time I ever did it with four guys who were acting like they'd love to kill me and who if they did it would enjoy making me – and Riley of course – suffer for a long time. You'd think it would really scare me. Probably shrink my dink. No way. This really, really excites me. Makes me super hard.

I start with my shoes. Kick them off by the heels like makes Papa real mad. Then I pull off one sock by stepping on the toe. Then the other. I can't tell you how bad I have to pee. When I gotta go bad like this I'll dribble and dribble and dribble. Sometimes if I'm super pee-full I actually squirt little squirts of piss. That's what's happening now. I can feel my unders getting wet – not dribble damp but squirt wet. And it shows in front on my Scout pants. Sweet.

Next my neckerchief comes off. Then my shirt and undershirt. I look the neckerchief around my neck. Now it's just me in my pants. My wetting more and more pants. I dance over to a naked Master Matts and loop the neckerchief around his neck. His boner stiffens even more. I thrust my sodden pants against his 6 inch [15 cm] long and very thick bone and rub it till it glistens in my boy pee.

"This fucker is hot," he says in some sort of accent. German I think.

Master Jim grabs my arm and spins me to him. He pushes his face against mine and jams his tongue between my teeth. His breath is rank. Chaw. Nasty. Almost as rank as shit. I squirt a major squirt and the wet spot is now traveling down my leg. As he tongue fucks my mouth he hocks up a chaw loogie and forces it in my mouth. We swap it until he punches me in the gut. Not hard. Just enough that I swallow his tobacco stained spit.

I twirl over toward Master Don. Out of the corner of my eye I see Riley staring at me. As scared as his face looks, he's sporting a super stiffy. It's so hard. So yummy.

As I get to Master Don I undo my pants, slip them off slowly, and bring the large wet spot to my lips. I suck on the cloth for a moment, swaying my hips as I do. He reaches out, pulls the pants from my hands, and shoves the pissy part in his mouth and sucks.

Yes! I knew he was a piss lover. Somehow I just knew it. He pushes me down to my knees, pants still dangling from his mouth. Grabs his hard cock and aims it at me. No way he'll be able to piss with that hard on. No way. But the next thing I feel is hot, stinging piss in my eyes. I slam them shut then open them, letting him wash them out with his piss.

I would have loved a complete golden shower, but he stops pretty quick. I stand and start to swing my way over to Master Ralph. He stops me with an out stretched hand.

"Not yet, little slut. Not yet." He reaches behind and brings out a hypodermic needle and small vial. He fills the needle, grabs my arm and injects it. I can feel the Ecstasy almost immediately. And something else I don't recognize. He drags me over to Riley. Without saying a word, he refills the needle and jams it in Riley's peepee. His eyes widen immediately. Riley shrieks and garbs his still hard dickie.

Master Ralph pulls down my soaked underpants – soaked with both my and Master Don's piss.

"Your old man tells me you love piss play. But your little sissy girl brother hates it. So you're going to make him love your piss. You're going to piss down his throat."

This is supposed to be bad? No way. I've wanted to get Riley to drink my piss like forever, but I didn't want to force him. Now! Now I can do it. I move close, my dickie dripping and put it at his lips. Riley squinches his face up, but he knows it's inevitable and starts opening his mouth.

Master Ralph pulls me away.

"Not in his mouth, slut. Piss up his nose. Jam that hard little dick of your in his snotty nose."

Oh man. I'd never thought of that. How awful. I hate getting water up my nose. But piss? Wow! Maybe one of them will do it to me. I'm one of those kids that can piss with a major bone so I know it's gonna work. I put my dick head right at Riley's nostril and let a squirt go. Master Ralph slaps my face really hard.

"No shit head. Shove your fucking, pathetic little dick as far in as it will get."

He pushes Riley on his knees and I move closer to my brother. I pull my foreskin back so the camera can really see what's happening. I hate myself because I'm going to do it. I hate myself because it makes me so excited. I hold Riley behind the head and tell him I'm sorry. But I'm not. I shove hard, Almost one inch slides in. Fuck. It's so tight. I push some more and a bit more stretches his nostril. Riley's crying so hard – silently – that he's hiccuping. I know what will happen if I just start pissing so I press my finger against his empty nostril.

And I let go.

Riley squawks from the acid flow and piss starts flowing out his lips. I know Master Ralph won't like this. Hell, I want him to swallow it too. He's never wanted to drink my piss, no matter how much I beg. Now's my chance. I clamp his lips shut and close my eyes. I can feel him gulping. Fuck. My flow doesn't feel like it'll ever stop. I love my brother. Why do I feel so good making him suffer, making him do something I know he hates.

Suddenly two sharp pains one after the other on my nipples. Titty clamps. I moan in pleasure pain. Then something cold, hard, and spit damp shoved in my pussy. I can tell by the shape it's a butt plug. Then Riley's squirming and trying to get away.

I want to open my eyes and I don't want to at the same time. I'm enjoying this so much. I was hella full of piss and Riley's gagging on it all. But it slows and gradually stops. Fucking hell. What's wrong with me? I'm sorry I can't piss up his nose forever. The E and whatever else was in the shot has definitely taken effect.

I finally open my eyes. It's taken over Riley, too, I can tell. His eyes are on fire, lusty like I've never seen before. He's got a ridiculously hard boner that's pulsing wildly with his heart beats. But his face is all squinched up and he's crying.

I touch whatever's in my ass. It is metal. And cold. I turn my head and look at it. Yeppers, just like I thought. It's a butt plug. And there's a wire coming from it, and not some thin little wire. This one looks like a wire on a lamp or a drill or something like that. And two nasty looking titty clips on my nips as well. These, too, have wires dangling from them but these wires are thinner.

Oh boy, I guess it's going to be a shocking day. I hate electro stuff when it's happening. Then when it's over and I've dry cummed like a mother fucker, I love it. I'm so fucked up. Even before the drugs. But now even more. I look at Riley. He's got titty clamps too but his are smaller and no wires. They're not gonna shock him. Good! I guess.

Master Jim stands in front of me. I was so wowed by Master Ralph's tats, and his size, and his huge cock that I hadn't paid much attention to the other three men. They're all buff, tough looking. All have tats. Master Don's and Master Matts' are pretty normal like. But Master Jim's are tats of boys like Master Ralph's. Only most of his boys are being shocked. You can tell by how they're arched up or from wires coming out from all over them. Master Jim must be the electro master.

He's got a long, thin metal rod with a little bend at the end in his hand. A piss hole rod. A sound. He hands it to me. Maybe he thinks this will freak me but I fucking LOVE fucking my pee hole with sounds. I stick the skinnier end at my pee hole and start pushing it in slowly. I want to enjoy the pain.

Wham! Master Jim punches me in the gut so I pull the sound out, drop it, and double over. Fucking shit that fucking hurt. Both my gut and my pee hole. There's a dribble of blood on the hole. Why am I swearing so much. I don't usually swear so fucking much.

I slowly straighten up. Master Jim hands me the sound once again.

"Your daddy told me you're a freak and that you like your pathetic piss pipe fucked."

"He's not my daddy," I mutter, still holding my gut. "He's not even my father anymore. Scout Master Chris is my Daddy. "

"Like I fucking care, faggot," Master Jim snarls. "The sound ain't for you." He doesn't say a word, just tilts his head in Riley's direction. Okay, so you know I kinda liked pissing up Riley's nose. No that's not true. I really fuckin-A loved it. But sounds hurt a lot if you're not used to them. And this one isn't lubed or anything. It's going to hurt Riley a lot.

I cuddle against Riley. His skin's so cold right now. And so soft. It smells like pee and fear and Riley's special apple shampoo and his special Riley smell.

"I love you, little bro. I'm sorry what I have to do now. Please believe me." This time I really mean it. Riley whispers so quiet I can't hear him but I know he understands.

Master Jim know's it's going to hurt Riley cuz he grabs Riley from behind and holds him tight. I look into the man's eyes. He's flying as high as me and Riley. I look around. The other men are, too.

I take the tip of the sound and tickle Riley's pee hole with it. As scared as he is, Riley manages a sweet little boy giggle. I know it'll hurt for as long as I'm pushing it in. So it makes sense for me to do it fast and get the pain over quick. If you've ever been sounded, you now once it's in it doesn't hurt a lot. But without lube if I push too hard I could damage his pee pipe bad or worse. I have to go slow. These fuckers probably know that.

I push a tiny bit in. Just enough that it's stretching Riley's pee hole a little. He's smiling. He likes it. I push a tiny bot more and now it's going in for real and Riley screams and tries to jerk away. I have to let go or I'll rip him up. The sound drops out.

"Do him fast, asshole," Master Ralph growls. "Or I'll do it for you."

I pick up the sound. I know it should be washed. I know there's no way they'll let me.

"Let me lick it so it won't rip him up, please," I beg. Master Jim nods. I suck on it good, put the tip back in and start pushing steadier than before. Master Jim holds on tighter. Riley's shrieking steadily now but he's stopped trying to get away.

"Stop. Please stop. Please stop." I can hear the words echoing through the screams.

Riley's not very long, as you know. Only two inches [5 cm] when he's hard. And whatever shit they gave him is keeping him super hard. So it doesn't take a long time to get the sound right down through the pee valve and into his bladder. But for me it feels like a long, long time. And for poor little Riley… shit it must felt like forever.

As I poke I can feel it hit the back of his bladder. I've had this done to me so I know how to make him feel better. I just gotta figure it out right. You see, your prostate, the man gland – well in Riley's case the little boy gland – wraps around the tube that goes from the bladder to the outside. I slowly twist the sound pushing so the bend it it hits Riley's prostate. He's stopped crying and coos. Just like me, he likes it. At least that part of it.

I nestle up to him and whisper in his ear but loud enough for the men to hear, "You're a good little boy, Riley-baby. I love you. I love fucking your little boy dickie with this thing. I wish I could shove my dick in your dickie and fuck it all day long."

The stimulation on his prostate and my words has the effect I wanted. Riley's entire body stiffens. Then the orgasm hits him and he squeals like a little puppy, His dry cum takes over his entire body. He's shaking and yelling in orgasmic bliss. God, how I love this boy. I will do everything I can to make him change his mind about being a girl. I want him for my girly-boy, but I want him all there.

Slowly the orgasm fades and Riley slumps back down in the chair. I'm not sure what Master Jim wants so I look quizzically at him.

"See that rubber mat over there?" he says. "Bring him over there and lay him on his side. Then get behind him"

I do as I'm told. Master Jim tells me to lie down behind Riley.

Master Ralph kneels beside me. His eyes gleam with lust and viciousness. "You're going to fuck the little sissy girl. And you're going to fuck him hard. And you're going to do it until I tell you to stop. Understand?"

I'm going to fuck my little brother. He doesn't like that, I know. He always cries and fights it off so hard when I've tried that I've given up. But I want it so bad, and now I have to do it. So I might as well enjoy it. No, I AM going to love it.

I smile up at Master Jim and waggle my boner at him showing him I'm ready. He squeezes a little dab of KY on my fucker finger.

"This is all you get. Better use it well, dude,"

I wiggle closer to Riley rub the KY on his hole. I press slowly, feeling the tight sphincter start to give way. My finger nail's ragged and I hope I don't scratch him cuz this is going well. He breathes in deeply as I break through his tightness. No crying, though. He gasps as I push steadily in all the way. Feels like he's totally clear up here. Damn! I wiggle my finger around and find his little boy lump. When I press it, he stiffens and moans. He likes it. The little fairy likes being finger fucked.

I continue punching at his prostate harder and harder each time. I reach around and gently grasp hold of the sound that's still in his dickie hole. What the fuck? There's now a wire attached to that, too. Master Jim must have clipped in on when I first started finger fucking Riley. I shrug and start twisting the sound so that it's pushing against Riley's prostate from one side and my finger's punching it from the other. When my clients do this to me I fucking love it. I don't know exactly what over takes me but I start twisting and pinching Riley's dickie. I love my brother. Why am I trying to hurt him. He squeals but isn't trying to get away. Who knows?

Suddenly Master Jim's callused hand is twisting and squeezing my nuts. So hard I want to puke but choke it back.

"Stop wasting time. Fuck the little piss fag," he yells.

I take a deep breath and wiggle around more. I'm ready. Hella hard and hella ready. I line up with Riley's lightly greased hole and push in in one great shove. Get it over quick, I think but then…

WHAM… WHAM… WHAM… WHAM

As soon as my dick's in Riley's hole I get hit with these gut punching series of shocks. I've been shocked before. A lot. But never like this. Never this strong. Each jolt makes my back arch and pushes my front forward, deeper into Riley. Each shock is punctuated with a wordless ear-piercing scream. It's Riley. Or is it me? It's both of us.

Every time the current punches into me I can feel it start at my butt-plugged asshole and shoot through my bone. So much electricity, so much pain, my cocklet should have softened. But I swear it's harder than ever. With each jolt, Riley's already tight pussy hole squeezes my dick so hard I feel like his sphincter's going to bite it off.

To deaden the pain, I start counting. I think I'm at five so I start there. Six… seven… eight. Every time I'm hit with a jolt, my arms and legs stiffen. Nine… ten… eleven… twelve. I swear I smell meat cooking. I think it's my pooper.

Thirteen… fourteen… fifteen… sixteen. Riley's boy cunt has been squeezing me in time with the shocks. No more. It just keeps squeezing with or without the shocks.

Seventeen… eighteen… nineteen. It stops for a moment. The juice. The pain.

Riley's screaming at the top of his lungs "Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker." Over and over. The little pansy boy who never swears. His holes still grasping me madly, squeezing my dickie like it's never been squeezed before.

Then one more time. Number twenty. Bigger, longer, more intense than before. I'm pissing right up my brother's spasming shitter. Can't help it. Can't stop it. Can't even fucking enjoy it.

My brother's flailing around on the floor, jerking, twisting, screaming. Asshole squeezing. I can see his dicklet hopping around. Is it a seizure? Is it an orgasm? Again his voice is clear and he's panting and whispering. "Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker."

He settles down, limp. His hole loosens slightly. A little of my piss leaks out. We both lie on the rubber mat, panting. I'm not sure what I just went through. It felt like a bunch of electric cums. Don't know if I ever, ever want it to happen again. Don't know. Maybe. My dickie's still rock hard and I move it really gently in Riley. I wonder what he's feeling right now. Is he frightened? Did the shocks totally freak him? Did it hurt as much as it did for me? Did he like it at all like I did?

I snuggle up against Riley's back.

"Mmmm," my little sissy brother breathes. "Wow." That's all he says for a couple of minutes while I hold him and kiss his ear, his cheek, his hair. Then he mutters, barely audible, "I love the way you feel in me Brayden. I love you so much."

Our rest doesn't last long. Strong arms jerk us on to our feet. I stagger a bit, totally wiped out. Riley sinks to his knees and is pulled back up. The man behind me – I think it's Master Don, but I can't focus enough to be sure – rips the butt plug from my ass. I can't help it. I scream. I feel warmth, wetness forming at my boy pussy. I've bled there before. Many times.

Whoever's behind me forces fingers up into me. Now I know I've been torn. I've had this before. Clients abuse my hole until it's ripped and then fuck me hard. It feels the same. Sharp, screaming pain. Only this time I won't scream. I gulp and pant. The man pulls his fingers out and waves them in front of me. His middle three fingers are bloody and smeared with a little poop. Didn't know I had any in me after the flushing this morning. This morning? It feels like days ago.

"Clean 'em, asshole," Master Ralph says. I obey. I don't mind poop taste. Hell, that ain't true. I really like the taste a lot. There's not much, though. What I taste mostly is my blood. I hate the way blood tastes but I lick the thick, calloused fingers clean.

"Time to show these little fags what a real fucking's like," Master Ralph continues. "Get 'em up on the racks."

Riley finally lifts his head and looks at me, eyes wide, forlorn, scared, pleading. Racks. He's seen the video of my first time on a rack quite a few times. I know from the way his peepee would harden – even as a 6 year old – that something about rack fucking thrilled him. But I know it also scared him. Scares him. Now we're going to be rack fucked. He's going to get a big – no I don't mean big, I mean huge – cock shoved up his almost cherry boy cunt while strapped to a rack. And who knows what else these monsters are going to do to us.

Chapter 8
Ascent from Hell

Master Don lifts me to my feet by my hair and drags me over to Riley.

"Take the little freak to that rack over there." He points to a metal rack that's like 8 feet high and 8 feet wide [2 x 2 m]. It's got straps and wires and hoses dangling from in. There's a platform attached to the back of it. Another rack just like it faces it about 8 feet [2 m] away.

I lift Riley up but he can't stand on his own, so I sorta drag-carry him. He's really tiny and light, but it's hard. When I get there I let Riley slump down. He bangs his head, but not very hard.

Just as Riley flops down on the floor, a buzzer goes off. Master Ralph looks up toward the ceiling. I'd been so busy looking around at all the torture stuff when I came in I didn't see a bank of 15 large, high-def monitors attached at ceiling height at one end of the room. All but two were dark. Familiar faces stare out of those two – Papa from one and Uncle Tony from the other. Each is sitting in a large, comfy looking chair in a room I don't recognize. Doesn't look like home. And both Papa and Uncle Tony has a small boy in front of him, sitting on their laps. They look about 7 or 8, but I couldn't really tell very well. The one on Papa's lap has a pale, pale white skin with long black hair. The other boy looks Mexican. Tears stream down both little faces.

"I forgot to tell you," Master Ralph said to Riley and me. "We've got 100 people watching in right now, 96 men and 4 women. They all paid really well to see you two whores and to tell us what to do. And we got these two. I think you recognize them. They didn't pay to watch. They're getting paid. Pretty well, too. Any of the men and women can buzz in and give suggestions for what we do for you. Let me tell you, some are pretty nasty guys.

"So, Bill and Tony what you want us to do?"

My Papa speaks first, "How about some good ball stretching before you rack the brats." Doesn't surprise me that he'd want that. Papa loves torturing balls.

Then my Uncle Tony, the man I thought really loves and cares about me, squeaks out, his voice thick with lust, "Why don't you use the fish hooks on one of them. Make Brayden do it to Riley?" I can't believe Uncle Tony's turned like this.

"Fuck, yeah, Tony!" my Papa cheers. Just at that point, both boys on the screen shriek out in pain. Papa says, "Double ball squeeze. Sweet, ain't it?" The shrieking continues unabated.

"The sweetest," Master Matts says. "Except what we're about to do."

Then Master Ralph brings over a large tray like you see in hospital shows on TV. But it doesn't have hospital stuff in it. It's got metal cock rings, leather ball stretchers, weights, and other torture stuff I've had done on me before. But one thing really freaks me. And there's huge, curved fish hooks. Thick, barbed, and NASTY looking. One of my clients wanted to use one on me once, but I wouldn't let him.

I remember what Master Ralph said about me having to give Riley pain. I know I liked peeing in his nose. And fucking him was awesome. But I do NOT want to do this to him. It won't be hurting him in sex, which I just discovered I like to do. It'll be just hurting him. No fucking way.

Master Ralph says, "Show Riley the fish hooks." I do, of course. "There's five of them, Riley-girl," he continues. "One for each of your little girly tits. One for each of your useless balls. And one for that tiny, teeny little stump you call a dick."

Riley's so frightened he can't speak. He just shakes his head frantically, begging with his eyes.

"We sharpened them so they're real sharp. That way they'll pierce your skin nice and easy. It'll hurt like a mofo, but it'll be easy. And like I said before, your loving brother's gonna do it to you. Ain't you cock breath?"

I don't know what to do. The electric cord's been disconnected from Riley's collar, but Master Ralph has it in his hand, sort of waving it around so we both can see it.

"Please don't" Riley whispers. "Please. Please Please."

Master Ralph looks directly at one of the more distant cameras. "Hmm. Any of you boy fuckers can ring in on this. What should we do?"

Several more buzzes and the monitors snap alive. Most of the suggestions are "do it anyway." But then my Papa and Uncle Tony buzz back in.

"Hey, Dude," my Papa says, "I know how your set up is, but can you keep our monitor live so our whores can see what we're doing to these little brats? And Tony's got a great idea."

"Tell you what, Riley," Uncle Tony says. "We'll make you a deal. If you don't want to get pierced in all these great places, they won't." Riley slumps in relief. "Only you gotta pay a price. Know what that price is?" Head shake. "You're gonna trade with Brayden. You pierce him. You okay with that?"

FUCK! I can't believe the words coming out of my uncle's mouth.

Riley looks at me with the most sunken, devastated expression I think I've ever seen. Hell, I don't want to pierce him. But there's no way in hell I want him to do me.

Riley breathes more than says, "Okay." Tears streams down his face.

For an instant, I hate him. Hate his pukey little guts. Then that hatred melts as I realize he's got no more choice than I do.

I grab his hands tightly. "Do it fast, Riley. I know you gotta do it, so I forgive you. If I yell for you to stop, don't. Just do it as quick as you can."

I lean over and kiss his sweat wet hair.

Another buzzer. This time a good looking black man appears on one of the monitors. He's lying naked on a bed. He's got a fragile looking white boy – maybe 11 or 12 – sucking on him. The boy's got about six inches [15 cm] of a wrist thick double ended dildo sticking out his ass. I've had one just like it in me when a client had me and Markie do a contest to see who could get the most in. That one was two feet [60 cm] long and I won! And we got butt to butt. This one looks just like it and if it's as long as the one Markie and me used, this kid's got more up him than I ever did.

The black man speaks in a deep, deep voice. "How about the cha-cha-cha game we talked about. I think the boys will like that one." He reaches around and pushes on the end of the dildo farther up the poor skinny kid's ass. The boy lifts his head off the huge, black cock and screams, "No more! No more! It doesn't fit! It doesn't fit" That doesn't stop the man and he shoves the remaining few inches all the way in. Poop squishes out and smears the man's hand. When Markie and me did it, we'd been cleaned out completely to make room for it. Not this poor kid. He musta been full inside. The man looks at his poopy hand briefly then takes it and shoves the boy's head down over his thick, hard cock – all the fucking way. You can see the boy gagging silently.

Master Ralph signals to one of the other guys. He brings over a glass bottle and some plastic gloves. Master Ralph puts on the gloves.

"Since your little sissy brother won't let you do him, we got a special surprise," Master Ralph's chuckling. He shows the bottle to me. Habanero hot sauce. He uncaps the bottle, and spreads a drop all over one of the fish hooks and hands it to Riley. Riley grasps it carefully on the hole, careful to avoid the hot sauce.

"One of his tits. Don't matter which one. Do it behind the nipple."

Riley's gasping with silent weeping. I know he can't see good. He takes the fish hook and pokes it blindly near my nipple. A tiny drop of blood forms at the point. It hurts but not that much, just like a bug bite.

"That won't do," Master Ralph says. He grabs my left tit and squeezes it so my nipple sticks out. "See the round part. Pierce him behind that." He takes Riley's hand and guides it to where he wants my tit pierced. He applies a little pressure and the hook's barbed tip breaks the skin. Now that hurts – a lot. But I've had worse.

Master releases Riley's hand. "Now, you do it ass sucker."

Riley starts pushing on his own. Slowly. Way too slowly. It's hurting more and Riley's slow progress makes it shear torture,

"Faster, Riley. Please faster," I urge.

Riley gasps, "I'm trying, Bray-Bray. I'm trying." But he's slowed down even more. Now the thickest part of the barb's in and blood is flowing from where it's gone in. Riley hasn't poked it back out. I grab his hand and push it as hard as I can. The fish hook jabs back out through my skin. I yell in pain. Riley just yells.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," he cries.

"Push it to that hole in the fish hook," Master Jim says. Riley complies. Suddenly I get it why. Doing that has wiped the habanero sauce off the shaft of the hook and into my pierce wound.

"Mother fucker!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "It burns. It burns. It burns so fucking much. Mother fucker!" I swat out blindly at Riley and hit him in the face with the back of my hand. Hard. He wails even more.

"Oh man. I'm so sorry. Ow. Ow. I didn't mean to do that baby bro. I'm so sorry."

I'm in such agony I can barely see, but I do see Riley with a second, hot sauce smeared fish hook. He squeezes my right tit hard and jabs the hook in as hard and fast as he can. He's pissed at me but it's better this way. Faster. He jabs it through and jerks it back and forth wiping off the hot sauce. Both my boy titties are on fire. I can barely stand the pain. But I grab Riley's head and pull his mouth against mine and search inside his mouth with my tongue. He calms down and pushes his tongue into my mouth. We tongue wrestle just like we do almost every night in bed. He mumbles something into my mouth.

"What you say?"

"I'm sorry Brayden. I shouldn'ta been so mean."

"I shouldn't have hit you. You're my little bro and I gotta take care of you."

The burning is fading. Still there but now just a dull heat in the background. I lean over to kiss Riley again when I hear my Papa call out, "Break up this love fest. We want to see the ball piercing."

"Yeah!" my uncle yells, "pierce the faggot's balls!" God how I hate the man now. I don't like my Papa, but he's been mean to me like forever. But Uncle Tony? He's a fucking traitor. Master Don pushes Riley and me apart. Master Ralph hands Riley another hot sauce smeared fish hook. He grabs my sack and pulls it taut so both my balls are bunched together. It feels like a slow kick to the balls. I feel like I'm going to puke but I hold it back.

"Do it as fast as you can, Riley," I urge. "You really got to push hard, though."

Riley takes a deep breath and gently grasps my almond sized right nut. Well, small almond. Another deep breath. This one held. The point of the hook pierces my ball sack and immediately pokes against the hard tissue of my ball. Time seems to stand still but I know he's trying to go fast. Then the pain. Unbelievable, searing, gut twisting pain. Hard pulling through my tiny ball. It feels like someone's crushing my testicle under his heel. I can't hold my guts any longer and I puke all over Riley.

"It's okay, Bray-Bray. I got it through," Riley whispers. The hot sauce is taking effect. It burns, but not so much in my testicle. More like in my entire lower parts. And my tummy.

I need time to recuperate but Riley needs to get his torture over. He grabs my left nut and the pain starts all over again. Then, blackness.

The darkness slowly fades into the bright lights of the torture room. I'm coughing and sputtering from the smelling salts have brought me around to searing pain in both my tortured nuts. My entire scrotum is on fire. My gut aches and my rear end is moist. From the smell I can tell I've soiled myself with what little I had inside.

"Little baby pooped himself," a woman's voice calls out from one of the monitors. Unconsciously I swipe my hand back there to see how bad it is. Just clear-ish fluid. Nothing really poopy. Just that awful fishy-poopy smell fills the air around me. Through the fading haze I see a woman who could be one of my schoolmate's moms. Except she's naked and has a naked child's head pressed into her privates. I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl, but it's got short hair and the body looks like a boy's shape. I guess maybe 5 or 6.

"Let's get on with the entertainment," the woman says. "I paid good money to see these boys tortured. So give me my money's worth!"

Master Ralph smiles and say, "I'm not going to have Riley do the last piercing. There's too much chance he'll rip off your puny pricklet. Don't want to do that. Yet. We got plans for that stupid little girl clit you piss with. I think you'll like it."

He motions Master Matts over. The big German pulls me up by my hair. Master Jim takes hold of it and keeps me standing on shaky legs. The German grabs my dink in the middle. I look down. How the fuck could I still be hard? So very, very hard. After all that pain. I glance at Riley. His two-inches [5 cm] are super hard as well. Neither of us has lost a bit of bone. Whatever they shot into us is really good. Like super Cialis. There's no way I woulda stayed hard with just Cialis with all the pain.

Master Matts roughly pushes my skin back from my dink head. Then he pinches it to open my peehole. I don't want to watch but for some reason I can't look away. Thank goodness there's not hot sauce on the fish hook. Riley has scooted a little closer too. The steadicam is is catching everything.

Master Matts slowly inserts the barbed point of the fish hook into my pee hole and slowly works its way down my shaft. The barb scratches me inside but it's not too bad. When he's about halfway down my shaft he changes the angle and slowly starts piercing the shaft.

It doesn't hurt that much. Really it doesn't. Nowhere near as much as the ball piercing. In fact, I kinda like it. Like it so much that just as the big nasty barb pierces through my shaft, I shiver and scream in an incredible orgasm. Bright red then violet pain. I shake all over and slump down. Master Jim keeps his iron grip on my hair. My body weight yanks me down. He jerks my body around by my hair, making it feel like I'm being scalped. This pain – the pain of my hair being roughly jerked around – is yellow like the piss thats squirting out two places from my dick. Two wonderful piss holes. Great soaring, shit fucking pain. Somehow everything up to now is worth it.

"Would you look at the little cunt whore I made," my Papa says from the monitor. "Pain freak. I shoulda been doing this stuff to him when he was a baby."

Uncle Tony chimes in, "You were, Bill. Remember? Not as bad, but you used to get the little poopoo baby screaming good. You stopped when you were afraid he'd be able to tell someone."

"Fuck, bro, you're right. Sorry I stopped, now. Fuck. I'm so horny now. This stuff you guys gave us is awesome." This last is directed at Master Ralph and the other men in the room. "I'm gonna try out its lasting power. Tony, you want to join me a dry fuck?" "Shit yeah, man. I'm about to bust a nut. But I want to wait until the boys are on the racks. Okay?"

"Can't wait, man. This little brat on my lap is gonna feel it good."

With that my Papa lifts pale skinned little boy up at arms length. He's facing out so I can clearly see the tear streaked face and the red, red eyes. He's been bawling a long time, for sure. Then Papa reaches his muscled, tatted arm right around the little dude's chest, real tight like. Papa grabs his precum dripping cock and lines it up with what's got to be the little guys anus. He lifts the boy up a little more then plunges him down with one solid shove. Papa's fat 7 inches [18 cm] must be buried all the way to his pubes.

The little guy's eyes open wide but nothing happens for maybe 10 seconds. Then he opens his mouth as wide as it'll open and lets go a silent scream. His head is whipping back and forth wildly. Then the scream breaks through the pain. It trumpets from the monitor and echoes throughout the room. I watch horrified, fascinated, as Papa is pumping him up and down like a big jack-off doll.

Suddenly another chorus of screams from the torture room joins the little boy's. I spin my head to see Riley clawing at his junk.

"Get it off me. Get it off," he's now screaming. "It's ripping me up!"

While I was watching my Papa rape the little guy on the screen, Master Ralph had attached a combo ball stretcher/cock ring onto Riley's tiny equipment. I recognize the type. I've had them on me. They're made small for us small boys. The ball strap squeezes real tight. And it's got sharp little points on the inside. Not big enough to cause any serious damage, but sharp enough to hurt like a motherfucker. Master Don lifts Riley's arms up and Master Jim is attaching two leather cuffs to each upper arm. As I gawk, I can feel the same thing being done to me. The cuffs aren't so bad. They're kind of padded. When I've been strung up with the kind that aren't padded they cut into my circulation and hurt worse than these. These aren't gonna be so bad. For me at least. I don't think Riley's going to like what's going to happen next.

A buzzer sounds and another monitor jumps to life. The sounds from Papa and Uncle Tony's monitors soften a little bit but you can still hear the poor little guy yowling. Two men on the new are spit roasting a boy about my age on a gym mat. You know what that is, don't you? Spit roasting? One's got his cock up the boy's pussy. The others got his down the boy's throat. All the way. The boy's struggling weakly and turning blue. The man fucking him is driving into so hard that the the cock in his mouth is being slammed relentlessly into his throat. I figure the boy kid's a goner.

"Let's get on with it," the man fucking the boy says. "I wanna see these two whores swinging and screaming."

"Fuck yeah!" the other man yells, pulling his cock out of the kid's throat. It's gotta be at least 7 thick inches [18 cm]. The boy collapses onto his head gasping for air then pukes onto the mat. The man lifts him by his hair and rams his hard cock back into the kid's throat. "Shit, I love this stuff you gave us, Ralph. I haven't lost my hardon for 3 hours and it takes forever to cum. Once I do, though, I'm ready to go again right away."

Master Ralph laughs. "Yeah it's good shit, ain't it. We all took it too. These poor, little brats ain't gonna get a rest for a long, long time."

Almost as if on cue, Riley and me are both grabbed by our hair and dragged underneath the two racks. Ropes are attached to the cuffs around our upper arms and we're pulled in unison so that we're just on tiptoes, facing each other. Riley's stunned but silent. Not so the little guy that Papa's raping. The monitor's sound has been turned up a little bit so that his screams are like background music.

Next thing I know, Master Matts is attaching weights to the fish hooks in my nipples. He then snips them, getting them swinging. I try not to yell. I fail. But my shouts can barely be heard over Riley's. Master Jim has attached weights to his titty clamps and has them swinging as hard as mine are.

I know what's coming next. I gulp down my pain and set my teeth. No more yelling from me. I'll be fucked if I'm going to add to the chorus of screams filling the room. I'm right. Next Master Matts puts weights on my balls and then on the hook that pierces my penis. He coddles the weights gently, holding them up so I can't feel the weight. Master Jim does the same for Riley. Master Matts and Master Jim look at each other, nod, and then roughly toss the weights down. The iron taste of blood fills my mouth. I'm biting my lip so hard to keep from yelling out. Riley doesn't even try to hold back. He's writhing in pain, but his movements make all the weights swing.

Finally, Riley quiets down. His head's slumped on his chest. The only sounds in the room are the sobs and pleading of the boy impaled on my Papa's cock. For the first time I hear him speak. "Pweeze no moah. Pweeze no moah. It huhts. It huhts. Pweeze stop."

Then the pulleys. Master Ralph has taken Master Matts' place and Master Don replaces Master Jim. They're pulling both me and Riley up roughly, making sure the trip is jerky and the weights dangling from us swing around. Riley's head jerks upward as if he just woke up. Remarkably, he's not yelling. His dink is super hard. In fact, it's never lost one ounce of hardness. Mine neither. It looks like Riley's deliberately bouncing and jerking around. Fuck! Why's he doing that? It's gotta hurt so much more that way. Then he starts shaking and jerking. I know the pain in his balls, in his dink must be tremendous. He opens his mouth and yowls. But it's not a cry of pain. He's orgasming. He's cumming. Little dude is cumming from the pain. My little bro-little sis is cumming hard from all the pain surging through his body.

I'd like to cum like Riley, but it's not enough yet. Not enough pain.I try jerking around as I'm pulled upward. My tits are being stretched and pulled by the weights. My balls are on fire from being swung around on the brutal fish hooks. My dickie feels like it's ripping. I swing and jerk harder. Nothing yet. Then the ride upward stops.

Rough hands attach the cuffs to the top of the rack. Must be Master Matts doing it. Master Jim is doing the same to Riley. He's hanging limp now, wiped out by the pain-induced orgasm that wracked his body. I've stopped jerking around, too. While Master Matts finishes his task, Master Ralph ties rough rope around my ankles then ties my legs to the side bars of the rack spreading my legs apart as far as they'll stretch and then some. I've been turned into a wishbone. I glance up. Riley's been similarly stretched and tied. His head remains slumped onto his chest.

Next, Master Ralph reaches up to my tits. He strings long, thin nylon cords through the holes in both fish hooks. He attaches cords to the holes in the hooks piercing my balls and my dink. I don't like where this is going. He hands the cords to Master Don. Master Don attaches the cords to Riley. My titty hooks to Riley's titty clamps. My ball hooks to rings on Riley's ball stretcher. He pulls the cords taut so that there's no play in them at all. Then tying them off, he pulls so Riley's and my tits and balls are pulled straight out from our bodies. With our legs tied to the rack, it feels like we're about to have the tender parts ripped off. Searing, red pain shoots through my pierced parts. Riley jerks his head up, his eyes bug out, and he chokes back a scream.

One last cord to be tied. This one Master Ralph has the honor of doing. He yanks the cord that's tied to the hook in my penis, pulling my erection down so it points at the ground and not at the heavens. Keeping the cord as tight as he can so the fish hook feels like it's going rip right through my penis flesh, he wraps it around Riley's tiny boy dink. Knot after knot squeeze his tiny bonerette, cutting off the circulation.

"Keep him up there long enough," my Papa pants continuing to sodomize the little tyke's bloody anus, "and he'll get his wish to be a girl."

Uncle Tony laughs. "Yeah, Ralph, if you cut if off and cook it, save some for me. Course, it's so tiny, you probably won't have much to share." He lifts the little Mexican kid from his lap, lowers the recliner he's sitting in and puts the kid in doggy. The boy collapses, so Uncle Tony lifts him back up. Another collapse. Uncle Tony jabs two fingers in the boy hole and lifts the beautiful brown boy back into doggy. Yes, trussed and tied as I am, I can see just how beautiful he is. I wish he were my brother. I wish both boys were my brothers. ?The tyke knows what's coming. "No! No! No me jodas. No me jodas no mas." I know enough Spanish to know the boy's screaming, "Don't fuck me anymore." Uncle Tony turns the kid around, still impaled on his fingers, to show the bloody, poopy mess that surrounds his kiddy cunt.

"Blood and shit. The best fucking lube for fucking' a no-longer-virgin Mexi-whore's cunt." Uncle Tony yanks him back around, props him back up in doggy, and counts to three. On three he rams his cock into the little brown boy's brown eye. His voice joins the screams of the boy near by who my Papa is raping brutally. That chorus is increased by Riley's and my howls as we're each simultaneously rammed by steel hard cocks. I'm hoping Riley has some of the lube left in his gut from when I fucked him. All that I've got is blood and a little poop from the butt plug they'd ripped out of me.

Okay, I gotta tell you. I love being fucked hard. Brutally in fact. But the cords on my tits, balls, and dink take all the pain away from my ass where I want it. Rough hands grab me around the waist. Rough hands grab Riley around his waist. It's like watching my own brutal rape in a mirror that shrinks everything like a Fun House mirror.

Like they've planned what they're going to do, our fuckers start slamming into us. In three good thrusts, my fucker – don't know and don't care which of the rapist masters it is – has his thick rod all the way inside my shitter. A couple of more thrusts and Riley's filled all the way too. I can tell by the way he looks and the way the bleary man behind him moves.

Then the really hard fucking begins. They're timing it perfectly. Every slam into me is matched by one into Ri-Ri. Every time they jam into us, Riley and me are pulled apart, ripping at my hooks, yanking at his bound-up boy parts. His normally teeny ball sack looks stretched to like 4 or 5 inches [10-12 cm]. Blood is dripping from my titties and my balls. My dink piercing is flowing strong.

I don't know how long I've been raped and tortured, but it feels like hours. Probably more like 20 or 30 minutes. Riley hasn't stopped screaming the entire time. Neither have the two little guys being raped by Papa and Uncle Tony. My throat is raw, so I guess I've been howling too. Fuck! That stuff they took makes them last forever. I try concentrating on squeezing my ass and rectum on my rapist's cock.

"The little fuck whore trying to make me cum," my rapist yells. It's Matts. I can tell by his accent. He grabs the cords attached to me and pulls them upward so my body arches forward. Riley's too. Even eight feet [2 m] way, I can see his penis being stretched unbelievably forward. My pain is excruciating, worse than anything I've felt before. I can feel the hook in my penis ripping through flesh. Then a jam, thrust, pull out, jam in again, slam. And a bear hug that keep me from breathing. He's cumming in me. The brute raping Riley slams a bit more and then he, too, seems to be filling my little brother's colon with his jizz.

Matts takes a few hard breaths then relaxes his grip on me. Now I'm filling up inside. My guts are being flooded with his piss.

Master Jim – now I can see he's my brother's torturer – yells, "You pissin' in him too?"

Then abruptly, all the monitors darken. A few seconds later, the room goes black as well. Suddenly a loud bang and the pain I feel sharpens and courses all through my body. Matts rips his cock out of me and the piss inside gushes out, splashing on the floor. Through the darkness I can hear a similar flood from eight feet [2 m] away. I'm sure Riley's been freed of the cock that was raping him, too. I can hear the voices of our captors yelling and then the sound of struggles and electric bug zappers from all around the room.

I hang there waiting for whatever fate awaits us. I know it can't be good. Then, amid the sounds of struggle, the tension on my titties, my balls, and – thank gawd – my penis is gone.

The lights come on. Our four torturers are all on their bellies on the floor. Handcuffed. Two appear to be unconscious. Seven other men are moving deliberately around the room. I recognize four. Scout Master Chris, Scout Master Tim, and Scout Master Nick and Darrell, my beautiful big, black man from my deflowering almost four years ago. He's wearing the uniform of our local police and so are three other men I don't recognize.

Scout Masters Chris and Darrell come to my rack. Scout Masters Tim and Nick go to Riley. Tears pour down Riley's cheeks, but they're happy tears. I can tell. I know Riley. Scout Master Chris – no, not Scout Master Chris, "Daddy" – holds my legs gently while Darrell unties them. Working together, they lower me gently until I'm lying on the ground. I can't imagine anything as gentle as how they lowered me except for how gently Scout Masters Nick and Tim lowered Riley.

Daddy and Darrell kneel beside me and kiss me gently. It's then I realize I'm crying as hard as Riley is. There's another man kneeling beside me now. He's opened a backpack and shoots something in my arm. The scene around Riley mirrors mine almost exactly. Kisses. Shots. Care. Love.

I drift off to sleep.

Epilogue

It's been almost four days since Daddy and the other guys rescued Riley and me. I've been in bed the whole time. Can't even get up to poop.

Explain this to me, will ya? I've played lots and lots of pee and poop games with my clients. So why do I get embarrassed using a bed pan? Even when it's my beloved, freaky brother Taylor. Well, I don't pee in the bedpan. I pee through a tube in my dink. I'll do that until all the stitches there can come out. Dr. Jones said that will be another week. But I get to get up today and walk around. They warn me I'll be hella wobbly. But Riley will be there for me.

It's funny. My sissy boy/sissy girl brother got better faster than me. Seems like the hook through my dink wasn't clean and I got a bad infection from it. But I'm better now. And living with Daddy, Riley, Taylor...

Wait a minute, I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's what happened.

Scout Master Nick was supposed to pick Riley and me up from our sales trip. Just like I said. But my asshole Uncle Tony called and told him he'd pick us up. Scout Master Nick wasn't really happy with that, but he was my uncle and I'd always talked nice about him. So Scout Master Nick felt he had to agree.

Nick went back to the Scout House and told Daddy about the call but also told him about how it didn't feel right. So daddy got the Scout Masters together to look for us. When they got to the house we got kidnapped at, my asshole Papa's car was outside. They watched for about 30 minutes and nobody came out with us. Daddy knew there was a problem.

So they drove a little bit away and called some friends of theirs. Cops. Can you believe it! Like Daddy says, when you've got the money he's got, you get all sorts of useful friends. He also called a couple of doctors he knows. Dr. Jones and Dr. Jones. Yeah, right.

The cops picked the locks. They used infrared sensors to find where we were. Only they spotted two places in the McMansion where there were people. Two small images and four large ones downstairs. And it was obvious that what was happening wasn't good. But they got images of two big and two small people upstairs. So two cops went up there. One other cop – turns out a woman cop! – was responsible for cutting power to the place. And the big group – the Scout Masters, Darrel, and the other three cops attacked the basement when the lights went out.

Most of the rest you know. The doctors came in as soon as the coast was clear and took care of me and Riley. Oops. Sorry, Riley and me. I know you can guess who the other men upstairs were. Yeah, my asshole Papa and asshole Uncle Tony. Only asshole's too good a word for them cuz assholes are fun.

Turns out they'd got paid a FUCK LOT OF MONEY for us to be tortured. And you know what? They got paid for the guys to kill us. Same with the two boys they were raping on screen upstairs.

Those two kids. Antonio and Teddy. Antonio was an 8 year street kid from Mexico. No folks. Teddy. Well it's real sad. He's 9 but so underfed he looks 6. His mom sold him for a week's worth of dope. So remember how I said I kinda wished they were my brothers? Well, they are! Daddy's adopted them. And Riley. And me. Yippee!

Daddy says that Papa and Uncle Tony won't ever bother me again. They and our torturers will go on trial in a couple of years. If they survive jail, that is.

One last thing. Well, two. Riley decided he likes his dick too much to become a girl. He's also decided he likes the stuff I like. If it's not too hard, that is. Even the brown room stuff.

So now I got a real Daddy who's not real like my Papa but real because he loves me. I still get to play at all the great games I really love to play at the Scout house. I still can have clients if I want, and I do. Riley's starting to feel pretty good about who he is – a sissy boy who likes to play at being a girl. We both have decided to keep taking the puberty suppression stuff for now. Maybe when I get older I'll want hairy balls and a huge dick. For the next few years, I think I'll like being a little boy down there.

Will Riley and I live happily ever after like in the fairy tales? Who know? But I'm happy right now and that's what's important.

The End