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Date: Thu, 01 Dec 2005 16:10:01 -0500
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY-EIGHT

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	
	"Jogging?  With the three of you?"
	"Yes.  It will be good training for you.  Your
performance these past few games has been far from
satisfactory.  Besides, I've noticed you've been
putting on some extra weight."
	Julian was about to retort that his father had no
room to talk on either account.  Their game had sucked
all season, and a large part of it had to do with his
father's incompetence as a coach.  That was the plain
and simple truth.  No matter what Bob Moser's faults
were, nobody could deny he knew soccer and he knew how
to coach.  Both Julian and his father knew many of the
team wished he was back, even if he was a drug-pushing
pedo fag, which some still believed he was despite the
court having said otherwise.  And, as far as weight,
his father had been packing on the pounds too.  Even
though Cory had been gone now for two weeks, his
mother was still cooking rich meals and desserts which
none of them could resist.
	"I'd really rather not."
	"It's not a choice."
	"That's not fair!"  His younger sister had gotten her
belly button pierced and a provocative tattoo on her
backside, and had gotten herself knocked up by a
nigger, and his younger brother, well, his behaviour
recently had totally weirded the whole family out. 
Yet in the end, after a violent explosion and a lot of
ranting and raving on his father's part, they got off
scot free.  He, on the other hand, because of his
father's inept coaching and his mother's baking, was
going to be punished by going out jogging with his
father and brothers.  That so sucked.
	Julius could not agree more but he couldn't say so. 
Life was not fair, what he was asking Julian to do did
suck, and he didn't want him to join him jogging any
more than Julian wanted to go with him.  The point
was, Julian didn't have a choice, and nor did he.  Bob
Moser and Lane Spudder had been particularly angry
after their loss to Weaver Central High School on
Saturday and justifiably so, WCHS being one of the
weakest teams in the league and until Saturday hadn't
won a game.  Humiliating him and his sons that night,
making him lick Lad clean after getting fucked and
making his sons beg to be fucked, had not been enough.
 They demanded they bring Julian with them next time
so they could tell him first hand what they thought of
him being team captain.
	He'd begged Bob not to, there in the park naked and
on his knees in front of his two boys, telling him
he'd do anything and everything he asked if he'd spare
Julian.  He was aware of the darts of hatred from his
other two boys and he knew they were thinking why
spare Julian when he hadn't tried to spare them.  He
hadn't had a choice then either.  Actually, the truth
was he hadn't known back then the extent of the
animosity and perversity of Bob Moser and young Lane
Spudder.  He'd expected their humiliation and abuse to
be a one time thing, not an ongoing punishment now
entering its tenth week, and he'd expected they'd be
forced to perform the one perverted act, not debased
to the point where Bob couldn't possibly come up with
anything else.
	Nothing other than threaten to reveal what he and his
sons had been doing in the park and to force him to
extend their perverted orgies to include his oldest
son.  Of course Bob had no evidence, but as Bob had
said, people were condemned without evidence, even if
they were innocent, and he and his sons were far from
innocent.  His coaching job, as poorly as he'd done,
was his foot in the door to the Royal Glencoe Academy
for Boys.  He couldn't lose it after finally getting
it after all these years.  And if word about their
perverted acts got out, not only would he lose his job
teaching at Lincoln Junior High, as much as he was
hating it more and more each day, but he'd never get
another teaching job in the country.  And there were
his sons.  They'd be kicked out of the Academy and
would have to go to the public schools, and further
humiliated by having the perverted activities they'd
been engaging in gossiped about town.
	He had no choice.  He'd explained that to his two
sons on the way home but he knew they hadn't believed
him.  Anton in particular was becoming more and more
defiant.  He'd always resented being the middle boy,
and now that he was about to enter his teens his
attitude had gotten even worse.  When Julian joined
them in his sweats the next day they evidently had not
warned him what he was about to have happen to him. 
That didn't mean they understood there was no choice. 
It meant they hated Julian for what was happening to
them as much as they hated him.  Why had his life
become such a disaster?
	And so they parked in the parking lot and jogged
along the walking path through Westbank Park, veering
off the trail and heading toward the dense bushes
along the west side near the freeway.  Anton and
Francois normally approached the dense tree line with
a mix of excitement, desire, despair, and
apprehension.  They looked forward to the enjoyment
and physical pleasure of having sex, especially raw
and unrestrained sex, but they dreaded just as
strongly the humiliation and the worry just what Bob
and Lane might have in mind next.  Like their father,
just as they thought things could not get worse, Bob
Moser came up with a new and even more degrading
twist.  This day, they approached with the added
anxiety of having their older brother with them, with
the anxiety of what he might be made to do, especially
considering it was him who Bob and Lane hated, not
them, and the even greater anxiety of him finding out
just what they and their father had been doing these
past two months.
	Julius pushed his way through the bushes with much
the same feelings.  On the one hand he was anxious to
get humped by Lad, but on the other he hated what was
happening to his sons, and he hated even more what was
about to happen to Julian and what Julian was about to
learn about him and his brothers.  In fact, he'd come
prepared to have a showdown with Bob Moser.  A man can
only take so much.  Stepping into the clearing, he was
surprised to find not just Bob and Lane, but Spence
Spudder also.  Now including one of the boys he was
coaching was going too far!  He glanced around for Lad
and was relieved, in part anyway, that the German
Shepard was not there.
	"No, your shaggy lover hasn't arrived," Bob said with
a smirk.  "But I'm glad to see you've brought the star
of the RGAB Soccer Team.  Maybe he can take your
lover's place."
	Julius glared at Bob as his two youngest sons stood
there uncertain what to do.  Normally they'd
immediately stripped, and were whipped if they didn't.
 Julian stared at the three in the clearing in
surprise.  What were they doing here, and what did Bob
Moser mean about his father's shaggy lover?
	"Actually, we were discussing what we'd do before you
got here, which is right on time I notice," Bob said
with a leer.  "We figured it only appropriate Spence
show his appreciation to Julian for his leadership as
the new team captain, you know, ex-captain to captain,
and perhaps you and I should pair up, coach to
ex-coach.  I'm sure your other two boys can keep Lane
occupied, especially your little bottom boy."  Julian
blushed, knowing Bob was referring to him.
	"Actually, with his chain and collar, I thought maybe
he should take Lad's place if he didn't show,"
observed Lane.  Bob and Spence had laughed when he'd
suggested it while they'd been waiting, and they
laughed again.  Anton blushed even more and Julius
turned red with embarrassment and anger.  Life was bad
enough without Anton making it worse.
	"There won't be any pairing up and any anyone taking
anyone's place, not today, not ever again.  It's
over."
	"You sure you want to do that?"
	"I should have refused the very first day."
	"Like I told you Saturday, I'm sure the board at RGAB
and the Trustees for Riverside Public will be most
interested to hear about your secret pastimes."
	"You'll have no proof, and if it comes to your word
versus mine, I know which of us people will believe." 
Julius was not above using Bob's undeserved reputation
against him when it came to protecting himself and his
sons.
	"People don't need proof to pass judgement on you. 
Especially when it comes to judging people in your
position, a coach and a teacher.  I of all people
should know that.  As should you."
	Bob was right.  "I don't care," Julius bluffed.
	"And you don't care when the truth comes out about
your two sons?"
	"You'd have to incriminate yourselves to do that,"
Julius challenged.
	"Oh, I don't think so," Bob said with a smile. 
Reaching into his shirt pocket, he took out several
pictures and handed them to Julius.  Julius blanched
at the sight of him naked and on his hands and knees
getting humped by Lad, and of the pictures of his sons
getting their asses fucked and clearly enjoying it. 
The two guys fucking them were positioned such that
you couldn't tell their identities though you could
that of himself and his sons.
	"Where, where, where did you get these?"
	"Don't matter.  We got more.  A lot more.  You and
your sons kissing for example, and snowballing.  Now
I'm sure that will impress the Trustees at RGAB."
	"Dad?  What's going on?  What is he talking about,
kissing and snowballing?  We've never been anywhere
where there's been snow.  And we've never-at least not
you and I-."
	"Enough talking," Bob interrupted.  "Your daddy can
tell you all about it on your way home.  Now look what
you've done.  With all this gabbing you've cooled off,
and you know we like you hot and sweaty.  Drop and
give us fifty pushups."
	Julius glared at the man but he knew with the
pictures now he really had no choice.  "I'll do what
you want, anything.  Just let Julian go."
	"Next time you don't jump to obey or you open your
mouth to say anything other than `yes sir,' this
picture goes up in the Lincoln Junior High boys
washroom," Bob said, holding up the picture of Julius
and Lad.  "And the second time, one of these of your
boys in the Glencoe Academy washroom, and the third
time we'll see the soccer team finds one in the
lockers.  You," Bob snorted with amusement, "get the
picture?"
	Julius did, and he knew Bob Moser would do it.  So
did Anton and Francois, who were horrified to think
that anyone in the public school would see the picture
of their dad getting fucked by a dog, or anyone at
RGAB would see one of them getting screwed.  As Bob
began to raise an eyebrow, the three of them dropped
to the ground.  Julian stared at them, and then at
Bob, and at the picture he was holding.  He slowly
dropped to the ground also, totally shocked and
bewildered.
	Fifty pushups later, the four stood, gasping for
breath and sweating like pigs.  Bob, Lane and Spence
had stripped in the meantime, and Bob ordered the four
of them to do likewise.  Julius and his two younger
sons were used to the routine and pulled off their
jogging sweaters and pushed down their jogging pants
in silent humiliation.  Julian did so much more
self-consciously, and as absurd as the thought was, he
had a good idea why they were doing it, especially
with Moser and the Spudders already naked.
	Ordering Julius, Anton and Julian to their knees, Bob
ordered Julius and Anton to show Julian how skilled
they were at getting him and Lane up.  Blushing with
embarrassment and seething with anger, anger at Bob
Moser and at himself for being unable to prevent what
was happening, Julius picked up Moser's limp cock,
slipped his lips over it and began to suck as he slid
his lips up and down the shaft.  He could only imagine
what his son was thinking, seeing his father kneeling
there naked and sucking another man's cock.  Painfully
conscious of his older brother watching, Anton
similarly picked up Lane's limp cock and leaned
forward and began to lick it.  It was humiliating, but
the truth was he loved cock, he loved the way it
tasted, he loved the way it smelled, and he was
looking forward to being fucked by the good-looking,
darkly tanned, athletic teenager.  Although Lane had
told him about what was going on yesterday, Spence
could not believe what he was seeing, his despised
coach sucking the cock of Bob Moser, and his
pretentious and clearly faggot son licking the dick of
his thirteen-year-old kid brother.  Julian was having
an even greater problem with what he was seeing.
	"Okay, enough observing," said Bob as he looked at
Julian, "this isn't brain surgery.  Get to your knees
and do Spence."  Julian looked at him blankly.  No
way.  Not in a million years! Not anybody, and
certainly not his teammate and classmate.  "What I
told your ol'man goes for you too sport.  You just had
your one and only chance.  Hesitate again, and your
ol'man's picture goes up in the boy's room at his
school, and then one of your brothers in your school,
just like I told your ol'man."  Bob smiled.  "What do
you think your teammates will say when they see a
picture of your brother getting it up the ass, or how
long it will take for the news your dad and  their
coach likes getting it on with a dog?"  Julian knew
very well what they'd say, and what they'd think about
him.  "All right," Bob said with a shrug.  "I guess
we'll find out tomorrow."
	"No!  No.  I'll, I'll do it."
	"Too late.  You got to learn I mean what I say, and I
don't repeat it twice.  As you can see your father and
brother have learned that."
	Julian looked at his father and brother sucking on
the now stiff cocks and he thought about his
humiliation when his teammates saw Anton's picture. 
And Bob Moser was right.  Word about his dad being
fucked by a dog would spread like wildfire.
	"Please.  I'll do it!"
	"Now you're going to have to drop on your knees and
beg for it."
	Julian looked at his ex-coach and teacher in dismay. 
He knew Bob Moser.  He knew the man had always meant
what he said as a teacher and a coach.  He knew he
meant what he'd just said.  He dropped to his knees. 
"Please," he whispered.  "Please let me suck your  . .
.  you."
	"Well, not very sincere, but it'll do for today." 
Bob looked at Spence.  "Give him a couple weeks and
he'll be as appreciative as his faggot father and
brothers."
	A couple weeks?  Faggot father and brothers?  As he
stared at Spence's fat cock dangling before his eyes,
he could not believe what was happening.  He could not
believe what they wanted him to do.  He slowly and
hesitantly reached out.  He had no choice.  That
should perhaps be the theme song of the men in the
Gilles family he thought.  As he hesitantly picked up
Spence's limp cock his skin crawled.  Just touching
another guy down there was disgusting.  He opened his
mouth and began to slip his mouth over the knob.  He
gagged.  The others laughed.  He tried again with the
same result.  Inhaling deeply, he slipped his lips
over it.  He wished he would die.  He felt Spence
swelling in his mouth.  He sucked and slid his lips
down his swelling cock as he'd seen his father do.
	"Okay, now rim each other and get those holes loose
and slippery."
	Julian had no idea what that meant, but soon found
out as his kid brother shuffled over to him and began
to lick his asshole and work up a mouthful of spit to
blow up his ass, and as his father shuffled over and
did the same to Anton.  Fuck, he couldn't possibly do
that, not to his own father!  He knew he had no
choice.  He gagged as he ran his tongue up his
father's hairy crack.  Like his father, he was
developing a good covering of hair himself, his
forearms and shins already having a thick growth of
dark brown hair, and of course his pits and his pubes.
 He was even starting to shave, not often, but several
times a month, and had hairs along his ass crack, and
around his nipples and in the centre of his chest.  He
quivered as he felt his kid brother's tongue working
on his asshole.  Fuck, he knew the little prick was
queer the moment he'd shown up at supper with the
earrings, but he didn't know just how much of a one he
was.  He was fucking enjoying this.
	Anton was.  Despite his embarrassment licking his
older brother's asshole, and having his father lick
and blow his spit up his, he found the act itself
enjoyable.  Ever since he'd been repeatedly fucked at
Cory's party he found the idea of having sex with
other guys, and especially arousing them, erotic.  He
loved guys, and he loved pleasing them.  Several
minutes later as he bent over and grabbed his ankles
as he spread his legs, he inhaled deeply in
anticipation and desire as Lane Spudder placed the tip
of his cock against his asshole.  Lane had lots of
experience fucking his kid brother, and he had a lot
of experience being fucked, and Lane's four inches was
a lot easer to take than Bob Moser's monster cock.
	Julius had often wondered how his son was able to
take that long, thick cock up his ass, and he was now
finding out just how stuffed it felt as Bob rammed his
thick, seven inches up his rectum.  It was a big
difference compared to the slender, slimy dog cock he
was used to having, not just in size, but in lack of
lubrication.  As he strained to accept the thick hunk
of cockmeat, he grunted and snorted with the effort,
his heart sinking to a new low as he knew how he must
sound to his three sons.
	It being Spence's first time, and Julian's, the two
high school studs had much more difficulty getting
started, Spence's cock first slipping up along
Julian's ass crack, and then down to poke his balls. 
Growing frustrated and angry, he placed the tip of his
cock against Julian's asshole and grasping his hips,
he pushed forward.  It hurt but he persisted, because
his kid brother had managed to stick Julian's faggot
brother, and Bob Moser had sunk his humongous cock up
Julian's father's butt, and mostly because he hated
Julian, he hated him for having been given the team
captain's position over him, because he was an
arrogant jerk, and because he was Goosey Gilles's son.
 For those reasons he endured the pain, and for those
reasons he savagely rammed his thick, six inches up
Julian's tight hole.  As he felt it entering, he
trembled with the awesomeness of having his stiff cock
surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating flesh.  Spence
Spudder was no virgin, having lost his virginity back
in grade ten at the age of fifteen when he was captain
of the soccer team, to Debbie Myers.  Julian's asshole
was a lot like her cunt, except tighter.
	As he watched his family getting fucked, Francois
could not help feeling envious.  Going to the park
every day to engage in sex with another guy was
humiliating and disgusting, but he was nine and he'd
come to enjoy the physical sensation of having a hard,
hot cock slipping in and out of his rectum and the
throbbing boner and dry climax that resulted. 
Although initially prodded and encouraged by Cory
through use of Cory's headband, he was no longer under
such influence and his motivation was strictly that of
a nine-year-old boy enjoying the pleasure sex brought
him.  So, when Bob Moser told him to finger fuck his
asshole and to step in front of Anton so Anton could
suck his cocklet, Francois readily did so.
	Anton didn't mind.  He no longer cared whose cock he
got nor how he got it, in the mouth or up the ass. 
Getting it both ways and at the same time was double
the pleasure.  He eagerly sucked on his kid brother's
little three-inch cocklet while Francois finger fucked
himself, and he eagerly worked his sphincter in time
with Lane's plunges and withdrawals.  He was being
fucked by his schoolmate but he didn't care.  Hell,
he'd seen him practically every day for the past two
months knowing that Lane was regularly fucking his kid
brother so seeing him tomorrow and knowing he'd fucked
him today didn't make any difference.  If he showed up
in the boys' washroom tomorrow at school, he'd eagerly
drop his pants for him, or suck him off if that's what
he wanted.  So far he hadn't propositioned any of the
boys he'd been spying on in the washroom in fear of
being reported, but he'd come close to it, and he knew
it wouldn't be a problem with Lane.
	Lane was aware of Anton's new fixation, guys at
school talking about him hanging around the boys'
washroom and checking them out, and as of last night,
of his newest fashions.  There was no question the kid
was queer, and that made the revenge he was seeking
against his older brother and his father all the more
excellent.  Despite Bob Moser's assurances that he was
perfectly normal, the fact that he was regularly
having sex with another guy, and enjoying it, had
bothered him.  Hearing about Anton and seeing how much
he dug it yesterday, he realized the difference
between them.  He loved getting his nuts off; Anton
loved cock.  There was a big difference.  So he now
rammed his teenage cock in and out of Anton's hot,
moist hole, delighting in fucking ass and the
throbbing of his cock, not really caring which Gilles
he was doing.
	Bob Moser smiled as he saw Lane furiously and eagerly
fucking Anton Gilles.  He'd been worried about the boy
recently and was glad to see him come around.  He'd
always believed that sex between guys was perfectly
normal, whether it be men and men, boys and boys, or
men and boys, though for years he kept his opinions to
himself and was content to read about such things on
the Internet and fantasize about doing them.  The
court case, and the discovery of Julius's Gilles's
secret perversion in the park, had changed that.  He
was glad to put into practice what he believed, first
with Lane and now with Spence, even if their
motivation was hatred and revenge.  That was, after
all, his motivation.  He was screwing Julius Gilles
because Julius Gilles had literally screwed him, and
he was doing one better, he was seeing to it that
Julius's three sons were getting screwed too.
	That was Spence's motivation.  How many nights had he
lain awake cursing Julius Gilles for taking Bob
Moser's place, and for replacing him with his own son?
 How many nights had he cursed the two of them and
plotted revenge?  He'd thought of all kinds of
imaginative things as only a sixteen-year-old boy can,
imaginative, painful and impossible things, especially
after every game they lost.  He hadn't considered
raping them.  When Lane had told him last night what
he and Bob Moser had been doing, he couldn't believe
it, and when he said Bob had suggested telling him and
inviting him to join them on Sunday, and that Goosey
was bringing Julian to break him in, he'd thought it
was an elaborate joke, something a thirteen-year-old
would dream up as a fantasy.  When he realized Lane
wasn't joking, he wasn't sure if he'd enjoy it. 
Fortunately he was angry enough over the loss to
Weaver Central High School he'd agreed to come along. 
He was glad he had.  This was even more freaking
wicked than Lane had said it would be.
	Although it seemed to be forever to Julius and
Julian, it was not that long before Bob Moser and the
Spudder brothers reached their orgasms.  For the two
horny, vengeful teenagers it was delightful, not just
the physical sensation of spurting, but the
psychological pleasure of filling the two Gilles
brothers with their hot, gooey spunk.  Lane even had
to admit getting off up Julian Gilles's ass was even
hotter than the first time he'd gotten off up Debbie
Myer's cunt.  Bob of course found particular joy
finally shooting his spooge up Julius Gilles's ass.
	Of the three Gilles getting fucked, only Anton
squirmed and tensed with pure joy, knowing the
pleasure that Lane Spudder was feeling and delighting
not just in the physical pleasure of having his
asshole filled with hot, watery teen cum, but in the
psychological pleasure of bringing such delight to
another boy, and the eroticism of having had sex with
a boy.  It was as good as coming himself, and in fact,
the combined pleasures brought him over the peak and
he trembled and gasped with his own orgasm.  Even
though dry, it was as pleasurable as that of the
others.
	Of course Francois was squirming with delight also as
he too reached his dry orgasm, from finger fucking
himself and from Anton's sucking.  The nine-year-old
trembled and inhaled deeply as the still strange and
powerful ripples of orgasm pulsated through his
cocklet and up his rectum.  Julius found no such
delight in having his rectum filled with spooge, this
time a man's rather than a dog's.  He realized even
more than ever before just how much he loved Lad, and
how much he loved having the German Shepard shooting
his stuff up his ass.  And he realized even more than
ever before how humiliating and debasing being screwed
by a guy was.  He'd always felt embarrassed for his
two sons, and now he felt even more so, and especially
for his oldest son, this being Julian's first time,
and he knew with heavy heart, far from his last.
	As he felt Spence grasp his hips even more tightly
than he had been and lunge forward and draw back with
long, slow strokes as he quivered and gasped, it took
Julian a few moments to realize what was happening. 
When he did, he shivered also, not with ecstasy as
were his two brothers and Bob Moser and the Spudder
brothers, but with revulsion.  His skin crawled and he
never felt so dirty and ashamed in his life.  He'd
just been fucked by a guy, and had his ass filled with
the guy's spunk, like he was a woman.  He'd never felt
so filthy and so used as he imagined Spence's sperm
swimming up his rectum.  The only good thing about it
was that his humiliation and debasement were over. 
Little did he know! 
	"That was fucking hot," Bob sighed with genuine
pleasure as he finally withdrew his cock.  It had been
especially good, and a long time coming.  "Before you
felch your boys, lick me clean."  Julius looked up at
him with disgust but not with any surprise knowing Bob
would do everything he could think of to humiliate him
in front of Julian.  He quickly obeyed, much to the
amusement of Bob and the others and to the humiliation
of his three sons.  As embarrassing and humiliating as
it was, he knew they'd understand.  If those pictures
ever got out. . . .  He ran his tongue over Bob's
semierect cock, licking off the spooge and the ass
slime that streaked it from tip to base.  He'd made
sure he'd gone to the bathroom long before, and had
cleaned his rectum with his finger wrapped in toilet
paper in anticipation of Lad fucking him so at least
his asshole had been relatively clean.  He kept his
eyes diverted from Julian.  He could only imagine what
his son must be thinking.
	"Oh yeah, that was almost as great as fucking your
fat ass," sighed Bob.  "Actually, before you felch
your boys, I got one more thing for you to do.  I have
to take one hell of a piss."  The thought of pissing
in Julius's mouth in front of his sons had just come
to him out of the blue, along with a split-second
image of Jacob Mueller jacking off while being pissed
on by two boys for the strangest reason.  With a
wicked grin, he aimed his still erect cock at Julius,
who was still kneeling there on the grass before him,
and overcoming the inhibiting factor of being erect a
few seconds later, he began filling Julius's mouth
with piss.  Of course Julius could not swallow as fast
as Bob was pissing, and the overflow flowed out of his
gaping mouth, over his chin, and down his chest in a
yellow flood.  Bob really did have to go, having
sucked back half a dozen beers while waiting for his
scheduled sex session.  It was pale and diluted, but
it was a full bladder full.
	Julius swallowed the warm, salty piss and fought the
impulse to upchuck.  Where Bob Moser got such filthy,
perverted ideas he'd never understand.  Just when he
thought the man could not come up with anything more
perverted, he did.  Smelling now of piss and his mouth
tasting of the foul, salty, nitrogenous urine, Julius
sat back on his heels and applied his lips to Anton's
asshole, sucking out Lane Spudder's cum.  He sucked
deeply and wormed his tongue up the twelve-year-old's
hole, thoroughly cleaning his ass of cum, and giving
him a dry orgasm besides, much to Anton's
embarrassment and Julius's disgust.  What sort of
pervert son had he raised that he got his nuts off
getting rimmed by his father?  He realized the
absurdity of that thought coming from a man who'd just
swallowed a gallon of piss and sucked the cum from his
twelve-year-old son's ass.
	Feeling a sudden need to take a leak himself, Lane
stepped forward and let loose.  Julius knelt there
helplessly as he washed down the boy's cum that he had
just sucked out of Anton's asshole with the boy's
piss.  It was much darker and much more nitrogenous
than Bob's had been and the odour markedly stronger. 
So was the foul taste of the warm liquid.  Like Bob,
Lane found he really had to go, and as in the case of
Bob, Julius could not swallow it as fast as Lane
emptied his bladder.  The thirteen-year-old's warm,
foul piss flowed out of his gaping mouth, down over
his chin and down his flabby chest, soaking his thick
chest hairs, and down to his crotch, soaking his pubic
hairs and flooding over his dangling cock and balls.
	His mouth "refreshed" as Bob put it, Julius pulled
apart the asscheeks of his oldest son and began to
felch him, sucking out Spence Spudder's thick, teen
cum and worming his tongue up his hole to clean it,
eager to have this done and finished with and knowing
Bob Moser was watching to be sure he did a thorough
job.  Julian, having never even heard of felching
before never mind having it done to him, opened his
asshole wide out of instinct, and pushed out to help
his father get his tongue up his asshole and get the
foul deed done.  In the process of doing so, to his
horror, he felt a turd begin to ease out of his
rectum.  He immediately stopped pushing, but by then
it was too late, and before either of them knew it,
Julius had sucked the foul cylinder of shit into his
mouth.  At first he hadn't realized exactly what had
happened, having felched his sons many times now and
nothing like it having happened before.  As he felt
the solid piece of shit slide into his mouth and
tasted the pasty goo, he did slowly realize, and in
his shock his instant reaction was one of anger.  How
dare his son do something so foul!  It was not his
doing that the boy had been raped, or that he was
suffering the humiliation of having his father suck
his rapist's cum from his ass.  Well, maybe it was his
fault, but it was still no reason to do what he'd
done!  His two brothers had never done such a thing,
not in all the times he'd sucked their asses.
	Reacting totally on impulse and out of anger, he
scooped up the foul paste laying on his tongue as he
stood, and grasping Julian and spinning him around, he
smashed the brown turd in his face, attempting to
shove it in his son's mouth.  Julian of course
immediately clamped his lips shut, and Julius only
managed to smear his lips and get the sticky paste up
his nose.  His eyes blazing with anger, for having had
his son shit in his mouth, and for having his attempt
to shove the turd down his son's throat, he smeared
the rest of the foul, sticky crap on Julian's cheeks
and forehead, and finally wiping his hand off on his
son's chest.
	As he stood there glaring at his son, he slowly
realized what he'd just done, and how unjust his anger
had been.  It had been Julian's first time being
felched, and he'd surely had no idea what to expect or
what to do.  It was a most unfortunate accident, but
he certainly had not done it on purpose.  His actions
on the other hand were no accident.  Feeling as
remorseful as seconds ago he'd felt anger, he stared
at his shocked, horrified son in sympathy and regret. 
The boy was practically in tears.  He had to make it
up to him somehow.  He had to show him that he did
love him, and there was only one way he knew how one
expressed his love.  Grabbing him by the shoulders, he
kissed him, passionately and forcefully with love,
pressing his own lips against Julian's shit-smeared
ones, and he did the only thing he could possibly do
to make amends, he began to clean his face with his
tongue.  He had to.  He deserved it for the foul,
angry deed he'd just done.  He licked the foul shit
paste from his lips, from his downy cheeks, and from
his forehead.  He swallowed the acrid paste and licked
again, smearing his now brown-tainted spit over his
son's face, licking up the remaining chunks of paste
and the foul smears and swallowing it.  He worked up
more spit and licked off the brown spittle.  He
continued down to his chest, licking the brown smears
from his broad, firm muscles, licking his chest hairs
and his shit-smeared nipples, licking until there
wasn't a trace of the foul crap anywhere.
	"All right!" snorted Bob in genuine surprise and
amusement.  He, like the others, had stood there in
just as much shock and surprise as Julian had as
Julius had smeared his face and chest with his crap,
and had then proceeded to lick him off.  "That was
fucking wild!  What a fucking performance!" he gushed.
 "And I got something I know you'll like to reward you
with."  Telling Francois to step forward, he had the
boy cup his hands under his ass and he proceeded to
take the biggest dump he'd taken in a long time,
pushing out turd after turd into the nine-year-old
boy's awaiting hands.  It formed a yellow-brown mush
with the distinctive aroma of shit that had been
baking in alcohol.
	Lane and Spence suddenly felt the same need and had
the same idea, and calling over Francois's two
brothers, they too took a dump, Spence filling
Julian's cupped hands with his thick, light-brown
turds, and Lane similarly filling Anton's with his
slightly darker version.  The air was rank with the
stink of shit as the three brothers stood there in
total revulsion and humiliation with their hands
filled with mounds of hot, steaming turds.
	Bob first had Julius clean his ass, rimming him and
worming his tongue into his asshole, licking him
clean, and then had him do Lane and Spence.  He did so
eagerly, hungrily, his cock slowly rising in arousal
as he sucked and licked first Bob Moser's asshole, and
then the holes of sons' classmates including the grade
eleven student he coached.  And when he was done, he
looked at the mounds of hot shit in his sons' hands as
if they were the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. 
He shuffled forward still on his knees and bit into
the stinking yellow-brown mush Francois was holding,
sucking it into his mouth and swallowing the foul
paste and then licking his nine-year-old son's fingers
clean, and accepting a mouth of his nine-year-old
son's piss to wash it down.  It had been Francois
who's announced he had to take a leak, the urge
suddenly coming upon him, and knowing he would not be
able to hold it until Bob Moser and the Spudders had
left.  After what had happened, it only seemed natural
he piss in his father's mouth.  To be honest, as the
youngster stood there filling his dad's mouth with his
dark yellow, salty piss, he felt justified.  It served
his father right for not protecting him, for making
him and his brothers accompany him to the park each
day.
	Julius could see the revenge in his young son's eyes,
and he did not blame him.  What sort of father let his
nine-year-old son be repeatedly raped and forced into
performed the lurid, profane acts Francois was being
forced to perform?  What sort of father took such
delight in the taste of shit and piss?  It was with
delight that he went on to Anton and hungrily devoured
Lane's pile of shit as if his turds were some exotic
cylinders of sweet pastry, and that he licked his
son's fingers off like a little kid licking chocolate
icing from his fingers.  When his son announced that
he too had to take as piss, he thirstily opened his
mouth and drank down his son's hot, nitrogenous piss
as if it were lemonade.
	As he went on to Julian and began to eat Spence's
pile of turds, he could not help notice his youngest
two sons had popped boners, and the sight, and
realizing his own erotic arousal, caused his own cock
to rise up, to the amusement of Bob Moser and the two
Spudders.  He could not explain it but he was aroused,
by the smell and taste of shit, by the perversity of
greedily eating and swallowing the foul, stinking
turds, by the thought of drinking warm, putrid urine. 
He was like a man demented, and perhaps he was, having
finally snapped under the pressure and humiliation day
after day.  He sucked off his son's filthy, shit caked
fingers, and opened his mouth to wash the foul paste
down with his own son's hot, yellow piss.
	As Julian stood there totally in shock and in such
disgust he wanted to puke, his mind felt like it was
about to explode.  This was insane.  They were all
inmates in an insane asylum. He had just gotten raped,
as had his father and his brother.  He'd just watched
his father lick and suck ass, and then hungrily devour
three loads of crap like he was eating chocolate
pudding, and drink his own sons' piss.  This was mad. 
He was mad. He had to be.  As he'd stood there
watching his father kneeling before him and stuffing
his mouth with foul, stinking turds, he'd felt
aroused, and when his father was done, he'd felt an
overwhelming need to not just piss, but to piss in his
father's mouth.  As his stream dwindled, he wondered
how he was ever going to look his father in the face
again.  As far as that went, how was he going to face
Spence at school tomorrow?  He wasn't even sure how he
was going to possibly see his girl tonight as he'd
promised after what he'd just done.
	Debased, humiliated, and speechless, the four
Gilles's dressed and left the clearing, feeling more
guilty, more shameful, and dirtier than they ever felt
in their lives.  Never had they engaged in anything so
filthy and disgusting.  Bob, Lane and Spence had been
just as stunned as they had dressed, and they now
stared at the departing foursome just as speechless. 
Turning to face each other, a slight, embarrassed
smile slowly curling their lips, they high-fived and
left the clearing also.  It had been weird, and
totally disgusting, but undescribably and delightfully
rewarding.  It had also been a bit disturbing, and
something they were not about to admit, arousing also.

	"Fucking son of a bitch!  I've never seen anything
fucking like that!"
	"Sure you have.  In that picture we saw at Mister
Schuller's.  The one of the guy in a Nazi uniform
taking a dump in the prisoner's mouth."
	"Oh yeah, but I mean for fucking real!  Fuck, that
was so fucking hot!  And fucking sick!"
	"Oh yeah," agreed Cory with a wide grin.  Although
not as surprised as the participants, he was surprised
how things had turned out.  He had nothing to do with
Julian taking a crap in his father's mouth, or
Julius's initial reaction, or anything that had
happened up until then.  Julius's subsequent feelings
of sympathy and kissing and licking off his son, and
his perverse delight in eating shit and drinking piss
had of course been the wild, perverted thoughts of an
imaginative and creative thirteen-year-old boy, aided
by Schuller's picture of the Nazi, and his memory of
how turned on he'd gotten the German teacher with the
idea of him and Anthony pissing on him.  It had been
Bob Moser however who had the idea of shitting in
Julius's sons' hands, and the Spudders who had agreed.
 Sure he'd gotten Goosey hungry and thirsty and
aroused, and had prompted Julian to piss in his
father's mouth, but he had absolutely nothing to do
with the others having to piss or getting turned on. 
He'd used the headband to help move things along, but
people, he was finding, are naturally perverse and
need little help once they got started.  The only
difference actually between him and the adults he knew
was that the foul, dirty mind of a thirteen-year-old
got repressed when you got older.
	Too horny to wait until he got home, he pulled down
his fly and eased out his swollen, aching boner. 
Anthony did the same and the two thirteen-year-old
boys settled back in the bushes and began to happily
jack one off.  It had been fucking hot, and the two
were soon ready to pop.  As he inhaled deeply and
threw his head back in ecstasy, Cory looked up into
the deep blue eyes and smiling face of Bob Moser.

*****

Several readers have suggested a scat scene.  Thanks
to Bob for providing the idea and many of the details
for this particular one.  If you have more scat ideas,
send them along.  What else would you like to see
happen in this story?  What movies would you like
Billy Dean to produce?  What further fun and havoc can
Cory create with his growing awareness of the power of
his great-grandfather's headband?  Have you ever had
someone you hated and wanted to get even with?  Email
me your idea and I'll write it as part of this story
and if you wish add you as one of the characters. 
Anything goes, the hotter and more perverted the
better, except I don't write snuff and torture of kids
and anything involving player characters would need
their collaboration.  Non player characters available
for your amusement and abuse include the Gilles
family, Vice Principal Stuart Millburne, Baptist
Pastor Winthrop and his family, Kenneth Ballard and
his mother, Father Henry, and Calvin Cosher and his
daughter Stacey.  Player characters created by readers
so far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean,
Ben Hanson and Jacob Schuller with a supporting cast
of Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole Halder, Molly and
Nick, Elijah Dean and of course Lad and the star of
the series, Cory.


	

	
		
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