SHIT HAPPENS

BY MELSDAD

Get in here he heard his violent father call, get in here now you little prick. Hesitating, knowing what was about to happen; the little boy was torn between running and never returning, but into what? What was out there; how would he survive? Or doing what he was told.

Reluctantly, he moved towards the sound of his father’s voice, wishing he could just die, but without the knowledge to achieve that, he had no choice but to submit to his fate.

Normally he’d be taken inside, his clothes torn from him, then forced to dress in female clothing whilst his father masturbated and covered him with his juices.

When he entered the room, he was confronted by a new table, his father grabbed him, tore off his clothes, but instead of dressing him as a girl, lifted him onto the table, forcing him naked, onto his back, where wide leather straps were attached to his small wrists and ankles, so that he was spread eagled on the table top.

He was 10 years old, still a child, but capable of an erection; his father knew this only too well through his previous abuse of this little boy.

Looking up from the table, he watched as his father stripped naked. Unable to move, unable to even protect himself, he awaited his fate, though this time, a little unsure of what that would be.

He was soon to find out, as he watched his fathers face lower onto his little penis to begin sucking it and flicking it about with his tongue until the all too pleasant treatment took its effect and the small boys penis was rock hard.

Click, flash, click flash, Oh my god, it was someone taking pictures, Oh God no, thought the boy, oh please don’t please dad, please don’t. But the camera just kept on clicking, with the boy’s penis softening in his shame.

Then he felt the hands, and suddenly his world went dark. He’d been blindfolded, he now had no idea what was about to happen.

There were voices, many voices, all sounded deep and male. His penis was once again taken in someone’s hand and worked wonderfully, until it was once again, hard. He could hear the ooohs and aaahs; he wished he could just be swallowed up.

Who was there? Who was seeing him this way, click, click, the flashes accompanying the sounds just visible through the blindfold, he knew they were taking more pictures. He at least felt some anonymity with the blindfold, it gave him some sense of privacy, but in reality, it was horrifying to think such pictures of him were out there and could wind up in the hands of God knows who.

Then he felt it, the hot wet feeling of cum as it began to land all over his body, only there seemed to be a waterfall of it. How many were there? Who on earth were they? Why had his father allowed this to happen?

He lay there for a while; the room seemed to have fallen silent. The cum became like a cover of dried clay, as he’d move, he could feel it sort of crack and drag at the skin it’d stuck to.

Uh Oh UH UH shit, what was that he thought, as his brain already answered his question. He’d had a bucket of cold water tossed over him. Then the rough but thorough washing of his little body began. He felt the straps being released from both his hands and ankles, but the blindfold remained.

Then bound again, he was left standing with his hands behind his back, unable to run or even know exactly where he was, he stood and waited for whatever was to come next.

It couldn’t be, he could hear female voices. Why? Why was this happening? please God, make this stop, please. He felt a liquid on his body, then the perfume of it, someone was putting perfume on him.

He could hear the female voices saying things like, He’s gorgeous, so smooth, not a hair on his body”. God help me, please help me, who were these women, did they know him, what must they think, how will he ever be able to handle the shame. No one wants to be exposed like this. Who are all these cruel people?

Then as gently as only a woman can, he felt the electrifying touch on his little penis. He was being touched by the women. They were being so gentle, it was so very arousing, and soon his little erection was there for them all to see.

They were really enjoying his nakedness. Once again the clicking and flashing of cameras, before he was swept of his feet and laid back down on the table, complete with restraints.

He could feel the heat of another body as it sat on his now erect little penis and the wet hot covering of his penis by that body. The blind fold was then removed, and there, facing him was a beautiful young girl of about his age, naked and blindfolded with her hands bound above her head, impaled by his tiny stiff cock.

From behind a curtain, camera’s appeared through slits and what seemed like a thousand shots were taken as the girl was raised and lowered on his cock, causing it to stay erect for the whole session.

His father appeared, removed him from the table, and a large barrel was placed upon it, nearer to one end. Brutally grabbed he was thrown over the barrel with the restraints attached yet again.

He begged his father to let him go but his pleas were met by the placing of a ball gag in his mouth. Mmmfff Pplll mmph Oh no, what now he thought? He was to find out what? Very soon.

Blackness appeared once more as a leather mask was placed over his head. He soon felt warmish liquid being poured on his butt and massaged into his shit chute. What on earth? Thought the little boy, why is he doing that. Then he felt a warm thing against his hole, pushing, and now hurting, but the pressure was kept up despite his wriggling, writhing and muffled cries of pain.

The hot warm thing continues to be pushed into his tight little hole, the pain is excruciating, he thought he would burst; he was terrified, feeling he was going to die. He struggled, tried to get some sounds out, but to no avail, the pain intensified. He felt like he needed a huge dump, only everything seemed to be getting forced the wrong way. Then the low pitched sound, the blackness and that little white dot that comes with the relief of unconsciousness, and he was out of it.

When he awoke, he was laying naked on the table. He was covered in sticky wet cum, lubricants and blood. His arsehole felt so open and huge, he could feel the cool air inside his body from the way he’d been left gaping.

It took all weekend to recover enough to actually get out of bed. Monday was soon with him and off to school he went, knowing the hell on earth was behind him for another week.

As he approached the school yard, it seemed everyone was looking at him, some had looks of horror and others were laughing cruelly. As the crowd parted, there on the pole they’d been standing around, were the photos of his little naked body, with his most private of parts, erect and fully exposed to the world.

It was easy for him to jump; they found his little body washed up on the shore.

Death by Misadventure, read the Autopsy Report.