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## Chapter 2
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Rick, Simon's father, woke up with a hangover and a hard on. Those two always went together. Though everything seems to set his
boners off these days, especially since Simon's Mom is on vacation.

He's a bit groggy from all the drinking he did on Sweet Day, but he had a blast. Except for the fact that he lost Simon for a good portion of
the afternoon and didn't realize it until Simon came and found him begging to be taken home. Rick had been so drunk by that point he
barley remembered getting the cab to bring them home.

He was buck naked—he always slept that way—and was absolutely certain he had to do something about his raging hard on right away.
He reached down his hairy, firm body and grabbed the massive tool with both hands, immediately starting to strangle it like it was a
mischievous child.

He was really getting into it, and just about to cum, completely unaware that down the hall, his only son was currently farting out a cum
load from more than 50 men. Rick was just about to spew his own load when he was rudely interrupted by his son's voice, screaming,
"DAAAADDDY!! HELP ME!"

Though his son could be an irritation at times like these, Rick wasn't a terrible father. He let go of his thick third leg, leaped out of bed, slid
on a pair of sweatpants and raced down the hall, ignoring the fact that his thick, hard cock was VERY visible running down his right thigh.

He bursts into his son's room to find a very shocking site indeed. In the middle of the floor lies a crumpled, passed out version of his son.
The site was so shocking—and the hangover and hard on situation messing with his head—that he couldn't process what he was seeing
for a moment.

Simon, his sweet, sensitive, nerdy little boy, was lying face in the carpet, ass in the air. It's likely Simon collapsed into this position
because he had become very familiar with the "face down ass up" method on Sweet Day.

But Dad didn't know that. He just stood there in the doorway for a moment, unable to move, trying to digest what he was seeing. His nude
little son's ass was unrecognizable. He'd seen that ass recently—Simon wasn't shy about changing in front of his dad. But the ass before
him now was not the same.

That cute, pert, smooth, and pale little ass had been replaced by something from some washed up whore on a weekend in San Francisco.
The bruises and beat marks are one thing, but the hole in the center—Jesus.

Rick has to get down for a closer inspection. He knows he should be checking the kid's vital signs, butÉhe's mesmerized by the hole in
his kid.

Once he's on his knees, he leans in and gets a good look at what's going on between his child's cheeks. The hole there looks big enough
for him to drive his fist into. Everything is red and puffy and slimy, and there's an unsettling white gunk leaking out of the mess of it all.

Rick takes a few sniffs of the air. "What the fuck?" he says out loud. "Why does my son's room smell like sex??"

One Day Earlier

"Here they come," Dr. Linden said to himself, then lowered the binoculars and hung them around his cock, which was more than hard
enough to hold them up. He smiled to himself, then had to take one more look.

He was up in the attic of his mansion, in a small room that overlooked the entire town of Manfield. He had been waiting for his little guinea
pig boys to show up. It had been long enough for the candy to settle in, but he was worried that perhaps something would go wrong.

Which would have been a tragedy, because his house was currently filled with 57 adult males, all ofwhom were RARING to sink their
cocks into some prime underage meat.

But he could see them now, through his binoculars. He had to remind himself that they had little legs – and they were coming without
adults, which meant they'd be moving slower. He wouldn't be surprised if the candy slowed them down a bit—he had, after all,
manufactured them to make the boys kinda dopey and slow. As if little boys weren't that way already.

Dopey or not, at least the GPS part of the lollipops had worked. He'd put little microchips in each one, and that chip drew the boys to 418
Tunnel Lane as though they were little honing pigeons.
He could make out eight figures toddling up the hill. No—nine! And one of them wasn't a kid at allÉit was an adult.

"Must be a latecomer to the party," he mumbled to himself, though he was almost certain all the men had arrived and been accounted for.

But still—there were only seven lollipops. Why were there eight boys?

Ah, who gave a fuck! One extra boy is better than one less than expected. And he couldn't wait to see what sort of little sluts his men had
picked out.

It was a big hill, and the boys were really toddling and stumbling on their way up, so Dr. Linden figured he had about 10 minutes before
the doorbell started ringing. Just enough time to brief the men who had attended the party.

Absentmindedly jerking his cock and leaving a trail of precum as he went, Dr. Linden made his way down through the four floors of his
house and into the basement, where his amazing home theater was all set up.

The theater could actually sit 60, so there was just enough room for all of his new friends—guys he'd mostly never met until today whom
he had found online.

As soon as he entered the room, all the men—completely naked and in various stages of erection—stood up cheering. He headed up to
the front, in front of the screen, where there was a large platform, and smiled, motioning for the guys to sit down and be quiet.

When they finally did, he began his speech, which was frequently interrupted by loud cheers from the men.

"Gentlemen! The boys are on their way! Now, before they get here, I want to lay out some ground rules and let you know how the day is
going to go. If we have time, I'll answer some questions.

"First up, have fun. That is the number one rule of the night. We are here to have fun. It's SWEET DAY for god's sake. I want you all
relaxed and happy—no fussing, no complaining, and NO worrying about what the boys are thinking. Don't worry about their wellbeing or
anything. They won't say no to whatever you want, provided it's within their fetish. The candy is working, so you shouldn't have to think
about their feelings or even their physical health and safety."

Of course, Dr. Linden had no idea if that was true. He really didn't quite understand how a boy's brain would react on the candy, except he
knew that they would be VERY piss/cum/cock hungry, depending on which lollipop they had chosen.

"Next, no hogging the boys. You may find that you like some boys more than others, but we are here to SHARE. There are eight little
guys coming here, and 57 of us. Obviously some of you are going to have to sit out a few rounds and just watch. But I guarantee you
each of you will shoot AT LEAST two or three loads into a child today, so don't panic or get angry with each other. We are a team!"

"Next, I ask you all to remember the boys' fetishes. Though they will be really horny and hungry for you all, they will still want to focus on
whatever fetish they've been assigned. We will be identifying the boys with these to help make it clear."

Dr. Linden bends over and from a trap door in the stage withdraws eight, shiny, leather dog collars. Thankfully he bought extras. There
was one yellow one, two white ones, two pink ones, two red ones, and one very special blue one.

"Throughout the house I've stocked tables, cabinets, drawers and other places with items you may find useful during your adventures
today. There's lube, booze, dildos, sex toys, dental gags, ball gags, dirty socks, poppers and underwear. No condoms though. That's
another rule—we are barebacking these kids all day."

"Now, listen, please don't be rude. We have guests coming today, and it's VITAL you share any and all of these gifts with them. Even the
poppers and booze. Understand?"

The men all cheer and nod. One of them actually has a hands-free orgasm—some tall, slim, dark-haired guy sitting three rows in. In no
time, he was hard again and jerking off.

"All right. Now—if you need help with anything, come find me. If you can't find me because I'm off somewhere with 9 inches of me buried
inside a little anal slut's cunt chute, please reach out to one of my assistants. Guys, please stand up!"

Dr. Linden couldn't help but smile at the sight of his special helpers. They were:

Jeth, a young, hairy, piece of trailer trash, who was a firefighter with a penchant for piss play.

Kenneth and Trenton Downing, 29-year-old identical twins, football stars, dark hair and skin, green eyes, giant uncut cocks and huge
muscles.

Reese, a stylish, hung, black man who was addicted to sex and fashion—though you wouldn't know the latter, since he was buck naked
and stroking his 13-incher.

Darren, an older, handsome, muscled, hairy guy. Grayish black hair covered every inch of hiswell muscled body.

Sean Connoly, a redhead, dimwitted townie guy from Boston who thankfully had a hot body, amazing red hair, and a massive cock. And a
bad attitude. Made up for his dumb brain.

And finally, there was Lenny Dimmit, the only person in the room actually dumber than Sean Connoly. He was the essence of a big,
dumb, hulking nigger.

"These men are all here to help you out if you run into trouble whether it be you can't find the bathroom or you can't extract your cock from
some tight little poop chute, they're the ones to go to.
"Now, finally, I want to discuss how things will proceed from here on out. We expect the parents of these boys to be occupied at the bars
getting drunk until this evening. That means we have a solid ten hours of boy plundering to do.

"I've asked Sean and Lenny to be our door men, so guys, unfortunately I'll need you to get dressed until you've welcomed all the boys.
Sean and Lenny will be greeting the boys one by one and welcoming them into the home. They've also been charged with making sure
the boys that have arrived have actually eaten the candy and are going to be willing participants in our day of oral, anal, and emotional
rape.

The rest of you can spread out in the house – but I can't guarantee where the boys will all end up. However, I've asked each of my
helpers to make sure the boys they `candy-fied' make the rounds and introduce themselves to everyone at the party.

We'll have a general orgy for the first four hours. Some of the boys will be allowed to circulateon their own, others will be kept in one
specific location, and it will be up to you to discover them. After a few hours of this, I will dim the lights a few times, which will be your
signal to come back here to the auditorium for a special show starring some of the sluts on their way here now.

All right, guys! Have fun!"

There was more applause as Dr. Linden stepped down from the stage and joined the group of naked, horny, adult pervs. There was some
patting on the back and stroking of cocks, even a few kisses, but mostly the guys were just getting ready. The men spread out around the
house, with the special helpers taking position for their duties.

Dr. Linden nodded at Sean and Lenny. He had a bit of trouble figuring out what job to give those two idiots—really, the only reason he
kept them around was cause they were hot, had huge dicks, and were disgusting pervs. But they weren't nearly as clever or helpful as the
rest of the guys.

In the end, he decided they'd do well as bouncers. He gave them the task of welcoming the boys in and keeping the men out—it wouldn't
be easy to fuck that up. They also had to undress the kids and snap on their collars—that should be no problem for them to handle.

So the Irish trash and big dumb nigger lumbered upstairs, begrudgingly slipped on some running shorts and black t-shirts, and stood
guard outside the house.

They're standing there on the big porch, leaning against the columns, when the boys start to appear from the line of trees that keeps the
mansion on the hill so private. The two oafs start high-fiving and laughing as they see the kids slowly make their way across the lawn—
along with that one adult whom neither of them recognize.

Lenny and Sean have been given very specific instructions, and though they're both dumb, they're doing their best to follow through.
Sean has a megaphone, and he picks it up and begins to speak through it in his thick Boston accent.

"Hello, boys! Welcome to the Sweet Day party! You can only come in if you have had one of our special lollipops! If not, turn around now.
Otherwise, please leave your clothes where you are and come and get it!"

At this, both Lenny and Sean pull out their cocks, which are both rock hard and loooooong as fuck. Lenny's is particularly thick and about
two shades darker than his skin, while Sean's is longer, uncut, and pale. They look great together.

The boys seem to agree. All of them stop in their tracks and begin taking off their clothes. Then they're off running, a team of naked kids
just making a bee line for the two big cocks in front of them.

All except for oneÉwho is holding hands with the mysterious man. The kid with him is just walking calmly, not like the others, and as he
gets closer, it's clear he's got some sort of device on his face.

But the first boy to reach the men, a little blonde thing, bangs his knees hard when he gets to the steps. He crashed to his knees on
purpose, and is just sitting there with his mouth open, looking at the cocks expectantly.

Lenny leans forward and grabs the boy's tongue, then roughly pulls it out of his mouth. He notes the color on the boy's tongue, left over
from the candy. "Yellow!" he says excitedly, then pushes the tongue back in (finger fucking the boy's face with his long, black digits for
just a second. The kid doesn't seem to mind.)

"Here ya go, kiddo," Sean says as he steps forward and snaps the yellow dog collar around the tiny boy's throat. "Into the house ya go."
Then he literally lifts up the boy and throws him into the home.

The next two little boys came up running. They were identical twins, adorable and tiny, with reddish brown hair and big brown eyes. One
of them was running quickly and actually shoved his brother to the ground in his haste to get to the cock party. The other little guy slowly
brushed himself off but then took off after his brother. When they arrived, both little guys immediately popped the two cocks—the nigger
dick for the pusher and the pale Irish dick for the slower boy—into their mouths and began to suck hungrily.

"Damn, shit!" said Lenny as he thrust his fat black shlong into the little boys mouth.

"Booyeah!" Sean said. "But you know what the doctor said. No fun until they're inside. Here." He handed Lenny one of the white dog
collars, and kept the other for himself. They snapped them around the suckling twins and threw them into the house too.

The next skinny, lanky, little boy, Danny, almost tripped as he made his way up to the house. He was apparently just as starved for dong
as the little twins, because he immediately began trying to swallow Lenny's big black cock, not caring that the saliva of another little boy
was all over it. He was gagging pretty quick—it seemed like he wanted to hurt himself on it he was so hungry.

That made it obvious to Sean that this little boy had had a pink lollipop, which meant he got a nice, pretty little hot pink dog collar. He was
tossed inside with the rest before he'd had his fill, because he was still reaching out for their massive dicks. What a slut.
When Lenny and Sean saw the next little kid coming, they both took off in a run full steam. They were pushing each other to cross the
lawn to get him, because they both recognized him—it was Drew Loring, the little whore they'd given their red lollipop too.

For some reason, Drew wasn't running like the rest of them, and the poor little thing would have been tackled by two fully grown men if, at
the last minute, an older boy—maybe in his young teens—stepped in front of the kid, blocking him from the naked, cock-bouncing, idiot
men. He's holding a skateboard under one arm.

"Wait!" the boy cried out, and both Sean and Lenny struggled to stop their momentum. "Wait! UhÉwaitÉI'mÉI'm Colby Loring. I'm Drew's
older brother."

Lenny and Sean had been waiting for this moment. They had expected some stragglers to wander up to see where the kids were going
unsupervised, and they had a script to turn these people away. Of course, the two retarded guys hadn't considered the fact that their
script wouldn't work so well with their cocks out, but they were both dumb and got even stupider when they had hardons.

"Well, unfortunately this is an invite-only party, young man," Sean said, trying to makes his thick, trashy Boston accent. "I'm afraid you'll
have to go. We personally invited Drew and only—"

"IÉI know," Colby said. The young skater boy looked embarrassed. "WeÉwe shared the lollipop. I know what they do."

"Colby!" squeaked the little guy who had been the intended target of the sex lolli. "We didn't share! You said—"

Colby cupped his hand over his little brother's mouth. "I'm sorryÉ" he said to the fully grown, fully erect men in front of him. "My brother
can be kinda talkative. SeeÉhe really admires meÉand he will always do what I tell him, but sometimes he loses his place."

Colby shoots his little brother a look, not caring that the little guy was right: They reallyhadn't shared. Colby had eaten half the drugged
candy, and little Drew had none. The tiny guy was going into this situation totally sober.

But even the two idiots Sean and Lenny can see in the boy's big blue eyes that he really does love is brother and will do WHATEVER he
says.

"So uhÉwe shared the lollipop andÉit's making our asses twitch. Look, I'm not gay or anythingÉbut I needÉ" he looked down at his feet
again. "WE needÉme and Drew both need cock. Bad. Hard. Up our asses. Please? Please let us both in?"

Lenny and Sean proved how stupid they were. They looked at each other, and it was clear they had been outsmarted by this kid's dumb
excuse.

"WellÉokÉwe'll have to ask the boss. But for now, go on in."

They walked the boys back to the house, pinching their asses through their shorts. They were happy to see both boys had plump asses
that were perfectly fuckable—though it was a bit odd that Colby moaned when his was pinched while Drew cried out like it hurt. But he still
obediently stripped down next to his big brother, put on his red dog collar, and followed his trusting big bro into the house.

The next boy to approach the house had an even more surprising companion—an adult. Both Lenny and Sean started flexing their
muscles, annoyed that they had to quickly put on underwear to hide the fact that they were loading little boys into a strange house while
sporting massive erections.

But as the man approached with the little boy, they saw something shocking on his face—a smile. A BIG smile.

"Hey, isn't thatÉ" Lenny started to say

"It's that fucking kid's dentists. What's he doing here."

The two men stared a bit more as the smiling man got closer, and then they realized that the little boy had something strapped to his face
that was even more bizarre than the smile plastered on the man. He was wearing what is often referred to as a "mouth spreader"—a
metal device that straps around the head and uses a circular ring to keep a person (or child whore's) mouth WIDE open at all times.

"Listen, buddy, you gotta get outta here. This is private property, and we'll call the cops!" Sean said in his thick accent.

Even as he spoke, Lenny was approaching the kid and guiding him into the house. The doctor warned them not to lose any boys, even if
adults showed up.

But before Lenny could get the kid away from the dentist, the man grabbed the little boy by the shoulder and held him in place.

"Now, nowÉlisten..," Dr. Rosenberg began. "You don't have to worry about me. I'mÉI'm in on this. IÉuhÉI know what happened to my kid
and what you all did. And I'm not mad. In fact, I'm really pleased, and I'd like to join in."

The dentist looked at the two dumb guys, whose cocks were now both hanging out of their underwear once again. Sometimes small
underwear just can't control dumb jock dick.

Dr. Rosenberg so hoped they'd buy his lame story—he just couldn't reveal that he'd stolen the candy from his son, eaten it, and now had
an insatiable urge to fuck as many underage mouths as he could.

"WhatÉwhat do you think we did to your kid?" Sean said, thinking he was the smartest guy in the world for devising such a witty question.

"TheÉthe candy he got. It made himÉreally hungry for dick, right? He just needs cock shoved in his little mouth. He needs it so bad he
asked me to put this thing on him, so big dicks could easily get into his mouth."

Secretly, the doctor had strapped the mouth spreader to his kid because he didn't want his boy to start whining when he realized he was
going to be sucking on cock for a few hours, but the men didn't have to know that.

In fact, they totally bought the lame story. They shook the man's hand, patted him on the back, congratulated him on his boy-fucking
ways, and allowed him to strap a pink dog collar onto his own bewildered little boy. Off they went into the house.

Which left them with the last little straggler. Even though this final boy, as he approached, had the hungriest, most cock-depraved look on
his face, he was the very last. And when he reached the top of the hill, his face was all red and he was gasping for breath.

It was little Simon, and he desperately needed a hit from his inhaler. But the boy who had taken the blue lollipop was too focused on his
goal that he had forgotten how to take his very important medicine.

And unfortunately for him, the two men in front of him were too dumb to realize that he needed a hit from the purple inhaler hanging
around his neck on a string. So the little boy just gasped there for a minute, his panicked eyes darting back and forth between the two big
bulges in front of him.

And then, while still gasping, he leaped forward, artfully grabbing the white, Irish cock in his right hand and the thick, nigger dick in his left,
and he began just BEATING himself with them. He slapped them on his face and head, gasping, wanting desperately to breathe.

The two dumb men looked at him as he did this, smiling and laughing as they watched the gradeschooler beat himself nearly to death
with their massive meats.

"I think I know who this one is," Lenny said, giggling.

"Oh yeah, this must be Simon. You know what we have to do," Sean replied.

Lenny nodded sadly and they together reached down and pulled their cocks away from the air-hungry and cock-starved kid. Then Sean
reached down and snapped a bright blue collar around the boy, pulling it tight (and further restricting his already clogged airway), and
together they lifted the boy and brought him into the house. Sean carried his arms while Lenny took his legs.

Once inside, they locked the door behind them, and headed up stairs to meet the doctor.

***

Dr. Linden swirled around in his big, plush, leather office chair when he heard the door open. He smiled as Lenny and Sean entered his
lair, carrying in their hands a pale, scrawny little boy in glasses.

Simon.

The doctor was already naked, wearing a blue cock ring that matched the one around the little boy's neck, which made his already
obscenely large cock even bigger, harder, and scarier.

"Bring him in and leave," he ordered the two young men.

"But Doc—there's something we gotta tell you. Some extra guests—"

"Lenny, don't worry about it. Just go." The doctor didn't have the patience to deal with these two dumb oafs. He'd seen everything that
had happened outside, and he just wanted to be alone with his favorite little lolli victim.

Both Sean and Lenny knew the doctor had quite a temper, so they were eager to get out as they had been told.

"Where do you want it?" Lenny asked, indicating the limp boy he and Sean were carrying together.

The doctor just waved his hand, as if to say, "Wherever." So Sean and Lenny shrugged at each other, then both let go of the kid, who fell
to a floor in a heaving, gasping heap.

The boy only lay there for a moment before he looked up at Dr. Linden—or at least up at his big cock—and began to drag his desperate
self across the floor like some zombie who'd had its legs removed.

The good doctor just stared at the boy, smiling his evil smile, waiting for the kid to get close enough.

But then something unexpected happened—Simon looked up at Dr. Linden's face. And when he saw the evil smile plastered there, he
went white as a sheet.

But that didn't stop him from continuing his little soldier crawl across the carpet toward the seated man.

"Hmmm, interestingÉ" Dr. Linden said under his breath. He felt kind of bad—the party had just begun, and already there had been several
unexpected consequences. Maybe he should have tested out the lollies on rats or something, but he was just so excited to get it started,
he had ended up drugging a bunch of local boys without really knowing what would happen to them.

And that was not something he had expected. The little boy, Simon, had clearly seen the look of evil on his faceÉand goddamnit if it hadn't
scared him. Simon still looked terrified as he crawled slowly, getting closer, but his fear at the look on the evil doctor's face wasn't enough
to deter him from going after what he wanted.

And right then, what he wanted was a 10-inch, bright red, veiny, throbbing, cock-ringed fuckstick that was far too obscene for anyone
under 18, let alone a kid who had still yet to master his spelling two-syllable words.

When the boy was finally close enough, tucked between Dr. Linden's big, hairy feet, the doctor reached down and put his hand on the
boy's forehead to stop him. Immediately Simon started whining and panting like a puppy, but Dr. Linden knew it was too soon to give the
kid what he wanted.

Simon's lollipop had been designed to make the kid ENJOY suffering for sex, and part of that suffering meant not getting what he wanted
right away.

However, the doctor did realize that the boy needed asthma medicine, so he reached down, removed the inhaler from the kid's neck, and
gave him one quick, tiny hit. He laughed as the boy's cheeks sucked in while he took the medicine—in a little bit, the boy would have the
same expression with something VERY different between his lips.

The boy's labored breathing soon slowed to something sort of normal.

"There, there," the doctor said, not sure if any of his words were actually making it through to the nerdy boy turned dumb cockhound. "All
better. Now I know you want this," Dr. Linden said, giving his cock a good shake. "But you have to wait. Just a little bit. HereÉhere's
something to hold you over."

Dr. Linden gave his dick another shake, and a big glob of precum landed right on the boy's nose.

Instandly Simon's tongue was out and up on the tip of his nose, hungrily pulling the pre-fuckslop into his mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" Dr. Linden said, sighing and rising to his feet. "You should have savored that, kiddo. It's gonna be a while before you get
another sample. Now come on, the show's already starting."

Dr. Linden reached down, picked up Simon under his armpits, and took the whining kid over to a metal cage he had just a few feet away.
It was originally intended for medium sized dogs, but such cages also work really well for kids Simon's age. (Just an FYI, dear reader).

Once he'd strapped the little cock monkey into the cage, he returned to his leather chair, and swiveled to the wall of the room that had 15
different TV screens each trained on a different part of the house.

It was time to watch his show in action.

Dr. Linden's eyes scanned the screens, taking in the amazing site. He had cameras in every room of the house, from all angles, and he
could control them all just by flipping a few switches.

Some of the rooms of his home, like his guest bedroom and his second living room, were completely empty. Nothing moved in those
rooms.

But five rooms in his home were bustling with activity. Those rooms were filled to the brim with adult men, fully naked, rock hard. Men of
different shapes and sizes—big, tall, hairy men with big beer bellies, thin, toned, young men still in their college years. Lots of white guys,
but plenty of niggers and spics mixed in for good measure.

In each of the rooms, the men were congregated around a particular spot. And though the good doctor couldn't see it from the angles he
was looking at now, but he knew what those special spots were. In the middle of all those adult, naked, horny men was a tiny, even
hornier child. A child who was so fucked up on his special candy that they were willingly allowing a bunch of pedophiles with no regard for
their health, safety or emotional security, use them up like three-cent whores. No, worse than that, because these kiddos weren't making a
single cent.

He could have thought about that all day as stroked his massive cock, but he wanted to see some of the boys in action. He was so
curious to see just what sort of effect each of his lollies had.

He turned his eyes to the upstairs bathroom just off the master suite. It was the nicest bathroom in the house, all pink marble with white
and chrome fixtures. There were several sinks, but the best part of the room was the big Jacuzzi tub against the back wall.

And it was around this Jacuzzi tub that about seven men had congregated. They were all facing the tub, and currently Dr. Linden's view
was of about eight big, meaty, hairy asses. But standing above the tub, on the head of it where he usually stored his shampoos and
soaps, was one of his helpers. It was Jeth, the 29-year-old redneck fireman. And Jeth was pissing right into the tub.

He couldn't bare it anymore. Dr. Linden flipped a few switches, and the camera shifted to an aerial view. He was so happy he'd had the
foresight to install a camera in the light fixture right above the tub.

He zoomed in, and what he saw made his eyes open wide in shock. Lying on his back in the tub was the little blonde skinny thing Jeth
had given the yellow lollipop to. The little guy was writhing about in the tub like a snake, but he had the biggest fucking smile on his face.
It was a funny smile, because at the same time his mouth was WIDE open to accept the nine streams of piss raining down on him.

Yes, nine. It wasn't just Jeth letting his fireman's hose douse the kid. All nine of the adults in the room were letting loose, soaking the kid
in nine stinky streams of bladder waste.

Jeth's stream was the heaviest, yellowest, and thickest. And it was that stream that was pouring straight into the boy's mouth and down
his gullet.

Dr. Linden switched on the sound, and the room he and Simon were in was suddenly filled with the voices of the men in the bathroom. He
couldn't believe his ears. These men were talking to this boy not like he was a child, but as if he was some sort of sex hound. Imagine
that!

"Fucking piss hound!"

"So nasty! He's gonna stink for days!"
"Look at him gargle it!"

"The doctor was right! This kid is INSATIABLE for piss!"

The tub was slowly filling up with piss. It was incredible. Even though the little guy was chugging the heaviest stream like it was his
morning orange juice, the rest of the men clearly had been storing up. In no time, the tub was more than half filled with a mingling, yellow
mix of adult stranger piss.

And the kid was in heaven.

At some point, someone had the genius idea to turn on the jets, and soon the boy was in a fucking hot tub that wasn't filled with healthy,
chlorinated water but instead was brimming with adult piss.

Finally, after several minutes, the men finally stopped pissing. They stood there chatting a bit as they shook the last drops off their dick,
and the cutie in the tub did his best to catch them all right in his mouth.

When it's all over, the boy's face starts to twist up, and then he suddenly bursts into tears.

"What's the matter?" Jeth asks as he climbs down from the tub.

"I-I-I'm STILL THIRSTY!" the kid whines. It's annoying as fuck, but also hilarious. Dr. Linden finds himself laughing out loud.

"Aw, quit your bitchin'" Jeth says. "There's plenty more." Then he bends down, reaches a hand into the tub, and cups up a palmful. He
holds it up to the boy's mouth.

Slowly, the dumb kiddy slut's face realizes he's actually SWIMMING in a tub full of piss, so there's plenty more to guzzle. He hungrily
sticks out his tiny pink tongue and begins to lap at the palmful of piss like a puppy.

The men all cheer, and soon they're all taking turns palming piss into his face. This only escalates, until eventually the little boy—whose
name Dr. Linden realized he still didn't know—was continually being shoved face first into the tub.

It was getting a little rough, and Dr. Linden was starting to worry. The boy would be held down until he started to blow bubbles in the piss
and struggle, and then he'd be let up, gasping for air and burping from chugging all that piss.

It was getting down lower, so obviously the kid was doing his job drinking up all that bladder slop. But the shit hit the fan when Jeth
decided it would be funny to actually stand on the kid's back.

The young redneck didn't event think twice. He just said, "Hey guys, watch this!" then stepped into the tub, knocking the kid down face
first, and put his full weight on the kid's back.

The little boy wiggled and struggled for a bit, but this only made Jeth and the other men laugh harder.

But then Jeth got a worried look on his face, and he stepped off the boyÉonly to find the nameless piss pig didn't rise up. In fact, he just
floated there on his stomach, lifeless.

"SHIT!" Dr. Linden and Jeth said simultaneously, and then Dr. Linden was on his feet and running down the hall. A few bruises and cuts
were one thing—in fact, he didn't mind if the boys got a bit battered. Those sort of marks could always be explained away.

But a boy who drowned in a bathtub full of adult piss was going to be decidedly harder to explain.

He burst into the bathroom and rushed to the tub.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I—"

"Outta my way," Dr. Linden barked, then bent down and lifted up the lifeless boy. The kid was limp in his arms, so he set him down on the
cold marble floor, all the men staring down at him.

Dr. Linden started to perform CPR. He does several compressions on the slut's chest, pressing harder than he needs to, but hey—the kid
interrupted his voyeur wank session, and that annoyed Dr. Linden to no end.

After 30 or so compressions, he bent down, wincing as he pressed his lips against the boy's pissy lips. Though he delighted watching a
gradeschooler guzzle piss like a maniac, he himself was not a fan of drinking or even smelling the stuff. He found it—and the boy—
repulsive.

He blew into the boy's mouth a few times, then pulled away and repeated the process. He was sweating and his heart was pounding—the
tyke still didn't have a heartbeat, and things were looking grim.

But then, after the fifth time doing this, the boy suddenly gasped, and then began to cough. And then one of the most obscene things any
of the men had ever seen happened.

This drowned little sex pig began to cough up piss. Not just a little, either. As he gasped and sputtered, buckets of piss poured from his
mouth—and nose! The kid looked like a water fountain squirting out lemonade. Except it wasn't lemonade, was it? It was the recycled
beer and alcohol of about eight men the boy had only met an hour ago.

He gasped and flopped about on the floor like a fish for a while, coughing up enough piss to create a puddle underneath him. By this time,
all the guys in the room were cheering the doctor on—he'd saved yet another little slut boy's life.

"You guys have to be more careful," the doctor said. "We can't afford to lose one!"
The men all nodded and apologized. But they stopped midway, because they noticed what was going on on the bathroom floor.

The anonymous little child had rolled over, and though he was still gasping and coughing, he was doing something else quite disgusting.
The little tyke was celebrating sweet day not with candy, but by lapping up the gallons of piss he had just vomited onto the bathroom floor.
He was just laying there, pursing his lip and sucking down the steaming, twice recycled, regurgitated piss slop.

The sight of this set all the men off again, and this time, Dr. Linden joined them by joining in in the showering of the kiddy slut pig on the
floor. Once he'd mostly emptied his bladder, he headed back up to his lair to see what else was happening in his humble home.

When he got back upstairs, Simon had apparently gone a little crazy. The cage he was in was onit's side, and the boy was pinned down
on the ground in what looked like a painful position. This made the good doctor laugh, and he walked over to examine his little captive
kiddie cunt.

Simon looked up at him, breathing heavily. Damn, this kid couldn't go long without having an asthma attack. It wasn't too bad though, so
Dr. Linden figured he could let the kid go without a hit from his inhaler.

The boy's arm had apparently been sticking out of the cage, and the mewling little child now had his arm pinnedunder one of the bars of
his prison. It was clearly uncomfortable, but there was no permanent damage.

Dr. Linden was a scientist through and through, and he loved running experiments. Whenever he had an idea for an experiment, he had to
carry it out, no matter what the costs.

And he was so very curious to see what the effects of the blue lollipop were doing to his little slut Simon. Would the blue lollipop also
mean the boy enjoyed piss? He had to find out.

Before setting the cage upright, Dr. Linden stepped back and let the rest of his piss out. He'd saved it just for this moment. The first of the
stream hit Simon on the back of his mop of brown hair, but within seconds, wouldn't ya know it but the little kid turned his head.

In fact, he turned his whole body. He was so eager to see and taste the piss, that he twisted and popped his shoulder right out of its
socket. Ouch! That looks like it hurt. Luckily, popped sockets aren't permanent problems, so it could wait for now. He'd pop it back into
place later.

Simon didn't seem to care. His main goal was to get as much of the piss as possible, and he did a valiant job. Ignoring his pain, he
opened wide and swallowed his first taste of man piss as though it were water. What a champ.

"That's enough for now, monkey boy," Dr. Linden said, then pushed the cage back upright. "Now, back to the screens."