Perverts 'R' Us

Feeding the Baby - Part 2

By Mark Smith ( M/b, rape, scat, pedo )

It had been several weeks now since Andrew was staying with me. All in all, he is not a bad kid. He very rarely cries, but I am getting bored with him. Yeah, done the sex thing, shit on him, pissed on him, fed him shit. That is now too boring for me. My sister has him for 2 days - her day off, and do you know this morning I was glad to see the back of him?

I was in the gay sauna and I had a great afternoon and early evening. It had been a busy day in there, condoms all over the place just thrown onto the floor. It gave me an idea - collect them all up, tie a not in them, and feed them to baby Andrew on Monday evening. All in all, I had 23 condoms from the sauna, some with quite a reasonable amount of spunk in them. I planned to go back late Sunday afternoon to collect more.

On my way home I was horny as fuck, so I called in the local toilets and had a bit of sex with a bloke; nothing much, but I shot my load. I noticed there was a condom in the piss trough, so I tied a not in it and added it to the others.

On the Sunday, I went back to the sauna and sucked quite a few pricks. Any spunk I got I held in my mouth and went back to my locker, spit it into a condom and repeated the process. This particular condom I was saving the spunk in had quite a large amount in it, all for baby Andrew.

I was ready to leave and taking a shower when this guy joined me in the shower and was trying to fuck my arse. I declined.

"Come on, my boy, you can take this up you. I like young boys." Fucking hell, I was 23. Then I got to talking to him afterwards.

"So you like young boys," I said, "how young?"

"Well these days you have to be so careful. Kids are not as shy as they used to be. The little fuckers would blackmail you nowadays."

"How young?" I asked again.

"Well, younger the better, I suppose."

"4 months too young?" I asked.

"4 months what?" he said.

"A baby, 4 months old" I replied.

"You have a baby?" he said. "4 months?"

"Well, I have access to one straight up, whatever you like."

The man was intrigued, but never said much. The dick between his legs said it all for him. We arranged that he would come Monday evening to my house.

Meanwhile, Monday night at 7:00pm, I had access to Andrew. I had already filled his bottle with the spunk from all the condoms. I heated it slightly in the microwave, as though it was warm milk. I had loads left over. All that spunk from those queer cunts' dicks, some probably HIV positive.

"Who cares?" I thought. "Anyway, most of any living organisms would be dead by now."

He was not keen at drinking it at first, but a gentle whispering talk from me and he was gulping it down. All that dirty spunk was going into his guts. Do you know I was so fucking hard I could have blown a load right there and then.

It was 8:00pm and the doorbell rang. I answered the door and there was Patrick, the guy I met in the sauna. He came in and Andrew was already naked on the floor in the living room. Patrick was nearly in tears with excitement.

"Look, the score is," I said, "I have him for a further 11 hours tonight and every evening this week. I have shit on him, pissed on him, spunked and shit and pissed in his mouth. He has just had a bottle full of spunk I found in used condoms from the sauna. I'm running out of ideas." I said. "What can we do to him?"

Patrick said, "Has he been fucked yet?"

"No," I replied, "can't afford to damage him." I said.

"No, we won't damage him, but I am gonna fuck him. There will be a bit of blood and his hole will be a bit inflamed and rather large, but not all that noticeable if you don't look too close. Is there any way you can keep him without taking him back? If you can I will fuck him now. Get him open, look after him, bathe him regularly, and within a couple of days his hole will have no signs of being torn."

I was very unsure, but Patrick was already humping his face, which turned me on. Patrick was fingering him and was forcing his dick up his arsehole. Andrew was crying from the pain. I soothed him by caressing his cheek and talking gently to him.

Patrick was making progress and was nearly in him. The screams of agony that child was going through; he was screaming his lungs out in shear pain. I was worried, but so fucking horny as Patrick was fucking him like a dog.

Patrick said, "Oh, so fucking tight. So tight, take it you little cunt, take it up your baby cunt" and within seconds Patrick was shooting up him - all that man-spunk into the baby virgin arse. As Patrick pulled out so did a load of shit-slime, a lot of blood, and dribbling red, spunky liquid.

Patrick said, "Oh fuck, that was so fucking awesome. Ride him yourself before we patch him up."

My prick was bigger than Patrick's and had a bit of a job getting the whole of it in. Patrick said, "Look, ram it in now. Ram it in. We will sort him out. Fuck him up his guts."

I rammed my prick up Andrew. He was howling with pain. I never knew a kid could make that much noise. I was fully in him and having the time of my life up his tiny - well, not so tiny - baby hole. Within a few minutes I was cumming and shot all my spunky cum up into Andrew. Again there was more blood seeping out - quite a lot, actually, and I was rather concerned.

I was covered in blood all around my crotch and my prick was covered in shit-blood. Patrick picked him up and took him to the bathroom. We bathed him together, and Andrew was crying loud, but not as loud as when we fucked him.

Patrick took over, as I was rather panicky. "What if… what if...?" I kept repeating.

Patrick said, "Shut the fuck up. It's fine, let me deal with it."

He washed him with warm water and the sink was full of blood. He changed the water about 5 times until it became quite clear. He packed his arse with cotton wool, and Andrew was not crying as much now.

"Right, this is what's going to happen. Tomorrow you don't return the kid. We have ripped him more than I would have liked, but he has stopped bleeding now. His hole is ripped open. Within a couple of days it will heal up OK. He gets bathed at least 3 times a day in antiseptic warm water. Pack him as much as you can with cotton wool. Don't force it in, just pack him well. I promise you it will heal up. We have a fuck toy now and we can abuse him when we want. The more he gets the happier we become. He gets fucked every day - we need to keep his hole open. But the mother does not see his arse for at least another 2 days."

Well, I never slept that night. I got him ready to take back to my sister's and when I got to the workplace I said to her, "You look all in, why don't you have a couple of days' rest? I will look after Andrew. Get your strength back; take a bit of time out for yourself. You get yourself off to bed and have a good sleep," I said. "I will see you tomorrow." She said she was exhausted and thanked me for my kind offer and that got me out of the shit for 24 hours.

Patrick came back that night. He said, "Let's have a look at the little twat. Yes, it's OK. He is healing well." Patrick pulled out his dick and was about to fuck him again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said.

"He needs to be kept open wide, or we will have to go through all this again. A gentle fucking is what's needed."

With that, he was up him. Andrew was screaming again, and within a few minutes Andrew pulled out. Blood again - not as much, but a lot. Again he proceeded to bath him, and we repeated the process all over again. We put the kid to rest and Patrick sat there naked with a blood-stained dick.

"Fucking hell, you can't beat baby arse for a full pedo fucking thrill," he said.

"What we gonna do? When will I be able to take him home? What if someone… if my sister sees?"

"Will you shut the fuck up? I have fucked loads of babies, and this is just another fucking brat. It will be fine but you gotta stick with the program. Keep the kid for another night and he will be fine."

Within a couple of days, he stopped bleeding altogether. A few gentle fucks from Patrick - I did not fuck him, but Patrick did. The following week I was looking at his arse. You could not tell at all. If I fingered him, he opened up nicely.

I was feeding him shitty milk one night and I impaled him on my cock. An initial howl, but soothing words and some more shitty milk soothed him down. I fucked his little-boy cunt right up inside him - no blood. That was a good sign.

Over the months we progressed, with Patrick and me fucking him. I still collected condoms from the sauna and fed him all the used spunk, fed him shitty bottles of piss and shit-slime. He was my dirty little shit-toy. I collected dog shit from the park, waited while a dog crapped, and condemned the owners for not picking it up. When they had gone, I got out my little re-sealable food bags and took the shit home for Andrew to eat. He was violently sick at first, all that sick was put into his bottle and fed back to him.

I have been dreaming up all sorts of new ideas for him. I think I might get a large dog. There are always loads at the animal shelter. What kind of dog should I get him? An Alsation? A Great Dane? Hey, he would have a constant supply of dog shit, so that's a savings for me, right? I could train Andrew to lick the dog's arse while the dog relieves all its shit directly into his mouth, what do you think? Let me know.

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