Pure Horseshit by DreamDecay

John Horseshit arrived home from his brief vacation to NaziWorld, California, where he had enjoyed various deviant sexual encounters with men wearing anthropomorphic animal costumes, military boots and swastika-bearing helmets. He greeted his fourteen year old wife who he had left tied up and suspended from the ceiling, hanging upside-down over a tub of Drano. As was ritual for him to do on Fridays, he amputated one of her fingers with a circular saw, cauterized the wound with a cigarette lighter, ground the finger up along with leftover pork from the last nights' dinner, formed it into a sausage and force-fed it to her. The process involved much screaming. He gave her some leaves and water as well, locked her in her kennel and threw it downstairs into the basement.

John Horseshit then went to see his beloved adopted son, Stabby. He opened the door and Stabby dropped the cat owned by neighbors down the street, which he had been disassembling with chopsticks, starting with the digestive system. The dying cat hit the ground with a wet "thump" and Stabby ran over to see his father. John Horseshit fondled his sons' genitals affectionately as young Stabby drooled and muttered to himself something about cancer. John Horseshit asked Stabby if he'd like to go to a store with him and get some goodies. Stabby's crossed eyes stayed completely still as he vomited through his nose onto his father's shirt, which was his way of saying "yes".

The two silently drove to a toy store. Stabby threw bits of cinder block out the window of the car, attempting to start a crash. John Horseshit decided to join his son in his playfully destructive task. He briefly groped at Stabby's crotch. This made him immediately erect, and by steering with his cock he freed his hands to grab bits of cinder block.

The two arrived at a "toy store". Shortly before entering, they took advantage of the chance to hand out candies with broken pieces of used syringes hidden deep inside, which had been obtained from a medical waste disposal box at the dump. The presents were highly appreciated. They entered the store and Stabby's glazed eyes lit up.

Young Stabby, a seven year old with grey hair, two left hands and a foreign, vaguely vulture-like expression on his face, had no more loved store to buy toys at than the local, "Dirty Juan's Hardware & Surplus Army/Navy" store. He ran first over to a bin of double-sided nails and spikes of assorted styles while his father headed to the Army firearms. Stabby took a few half-inch double-edged spikes and jammed them into his gums where he was missing teeth, thus replacing them. Meanwhile, his dad grabbed a power drill and began unscrewing the safety glass covering the delicious and arousing pistols, rifles and shotguns he so yearned for.

A sales manager began questioning Stabby, who was playing with combat knives. He responded by spinning around and sliding knives across his abdomen from both sides in. As Stabby went to join his father, the manager clutched at a kidney that was slipping out from inside of him like a greased fish with an air fetish.

The store's owner, Dirty Juan, emerged behind John Horseshit. He pushed the barrel of a .454 Raging Bull against John's back. As he began to yell at him and order him to leave the store, John Horseshit drew a concealed Skorpion submachine gun from under his trench coat and pointed it at Dirty Juan's face. A concerned customer then drew the attention of John Horseshit by pumping a 12-guage shotgun and aiming it at him. John drew a blooper grenade launcher in response and pointed it at him. The three stood still in anticipation.

The silence was broken when Dirty Juan felt a sharp pain in his hip, which he assumed was a bullet. In truth, it was just Stabby, testing his new teeth. The four guns all went off at once. John Horseshit's back was blown out, ripping apart his intestines, and a shotgun blast literally severed one arm. Bits of bone jutted out of John's shoulder and blood poured down his side. Ten holes immediately appeared in Dirty Juan's face, twisting and tearing it well beyond recognition and spattering blood in all directions. A jaw and fluffy bits of brain dropped to the floor. The grenade drilled into the concerned mans' chest, then exploded. After that, the man was no longer concerned. In fact, he was no longer a man.

John Horseshit and Stabby welded shut the exit doors and went down the Isles, executing customers with electric hedge trimmers and stopping to urinate on their corpses. They stole several guns and pieces of hardware and left. John Horseshit allowed his son to drive him home. He came across a woman taking her baby on a stroll along the way and swerved to hit them both. Then he backed up and forward again over the baby several times. He finished driving home, a bloody grin stretched across his face.

When they got home, Stabby played with his new toys/hardware for a while, then went downstairs with his father. John Horseshit got some really big bandages and a blowtorch and started fixing himself up. Stabby snorted some heroine as he waited for his father to finish. They then shared a crack rock; Stabby lit the pipe for his father, since he now had only one arm. John regretted that he could no longer digest food; the enormous hole in his stomach would make it impossible for him to enjoy peyote mushrooms.

John Horseshit and Stabby let Mrs. Horseshit out of her kennel. Her nose was structurally damaged, her was face bleeding profusely, and a bone jutted through the skin of her leg. John and Stabby led her up into the kitchen and set two blenders on the floor. They set Mrs. Horseshits' feet in the blenders and set them to "liquify". After a minute or so, Mrs. Horseshit's legs were removed. Stabby kicked his mother in the crotch and John crammed her back into her kennel. He tossed a cheese grater and a cactus in with her, shut the door, banged the kennel against the wall a few times, and tossed it back down the stairs into the basement.

Stabby went up to his room. His father tucked him into the rotting, hollowed-out bear he used as a bed and read him a bedtime story that he had downloaded that morning from alt.bondage.extremetorture.com for masturbatory purposes. He then fondled him goodnight, turned off the light and left for his own room. John sighed; he led such a joyous life. He was happy and proud to be a Horseshit.