Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Our Papa, Our Pimp By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com Mbb, prostitution, anal, oral, ws, nc, enema (incidental) This story is entirely fiction. It will contain scenes of sexual acts between men and boys and between boys and boys. It will also contain some scenes involving urination, If reading this type of story is illegal where you reside, or if you are under the age of majority where you reside, or if anything in this story offends you DO NOT READ THIS STORY. However, if you enjoy reading a well-written story of this type and it's legal to do so, enjoy! One more thing: Please do NOT print this story out on a public computer (like in the library). If you do, take it with you! Chapter 3: Earning a New Rank From Chapter 2 "I love you, Scout Master Chris," I announce. And then I do the same for Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim. After kissing them on the lips I run over to my Papa and Uncle Tony and kiss them. Only this time I use my tongue like they taught me. When I'm done, I rush t the big black guy filming me up close and throw my arms around him and cuddle my head in tight to his chest. I kinda knock the cam out of the way, but another guy comes over. "I love you too even though I don't know your name. You want me to suck your chocolate man cock?" I can't believe these words are coming out of my mouth. The look in his eyes says "yes" but his mouth says "no." "Can't today, boy," he says. "We got work to do." I pull away and yell, "I love Boy Slut Scouts. I love sucking cocks. I love you all!' Then Scout Master Chris takes me kinda rough by the balls and squeezes real hard. Only it feels real good. "We'll see how much you love us after you've earned your next rank," he says with a mean voice. I should be scared, but something makes it sound so good. On to Chapter 3 "Here's the deal," Scout Master Chris says, still squeezing my tiny balls, "you're going to dance for us. I want you to dance from here to that bed over there and crawl up on it with your butt in the air. Only you have to dance really sexy and before you get to the bed, we want all your clothes off." "You want me to dance sexy and take my clothes off, right Scout Master Chris?" He nods yes. "Then you want me to climb bareass naked up on the bed with my butt sticking up?" "Smart scout!" he answers. Just then this really great, sexy music starts out of nowhere. He wants me naked with my ass up in the air. I know what's coming next. I seen men in Papa and Uncle Tony's videos getting it up the butt a lot so I know they want to do it with me. My whole body is quivering I'm so excited. And my butthole kinda tingles, itches, wanting something there. I've never had nothing as big as any of their cocks -- even the smallest guy -- but the feeling I've got all over inside makes me want it badder than anything. I start by kicking my ratty shoes off. Then as sexy as I can I spin around and pull off one long sock. Still dancing I pull the kerchief slide down but leave it on. Then the other sock. I'm getting close to the bed so I make a turn and dance over to Papa and Uncle Tony. By the time I'm there, I have all the buttons on my shirt undone. I pull the shirt off and fling it on Uncle Tony's head, leaving the kerchief still on. Then as sexy as I can, I slowly peel my wife beater off. I kneel down and kiss the end of my Papa's hard dickie. Damn! Not dickie. His hard, hard cock that's sticking up in the air like my boners do. After I lick the yummy stuff off, I hang my dark blue wife beater on Papa's cock. I feel like I'm going to explode. My dickie's on fire and I need to jack on it so bad but I know somehow I'm not supposed to. Still dancing, I make muscles and spin around four times real fast, getting a little dizzy when I stop. I undo my web belt -- that's what Brian calls his Cub Scout belt -- and smack myself hard on the butt with it three times in time to the music and three times right my my tiny balls. Then fling it wildly away. Next off come my shorts. I end up having to sit down to pull them off cuz they're so tight, but I roll around on the floor to do it. They're pretty wet from when I passed out and peed myself. I show off the big wet spot to everyone including the cameras. Then, standing up I stick them in my mouth and suck. Tastes like cloth mostly, but I can taste some pee. I toss them at Scout Master Chris who's been following close. Last, I rub the front of my Sponge Bob unders. My hard little soldier that's screaming to be rubbed and jacked. The pants are almost completely pee wet, front and back. Slowly I peel them down, keeping my dickie hidden. I dance a little, bend over and wiggle my butt, then pull my Sponge Bobs off in one movement. My dickie snaps back painfully against my tummy when he's free. I love it. Love the tingle of pain. They're thin enough that I stuff almost all them into my mouth. Now that's what I'm talking about. Yummy peepee pissy taste. With them still in my mouth I climb up on the bed as Scout Master Chris told me and stick my butt way up in the air like I seen girl dogs do before the man dog gets on top. I do the Boy Slut Scout salute on my balls as hard as I can stand it. Then on both butt cheeks. Finally, I stick the two saluting fingers into my butt hole. Not far in like Riley and me do. Far enough to be my own special Boy Slut Scout salute. I spit the Sponge Bobs out. "Cocksucker Scout Brayden reporting for duty, Scout Master Chris, sir," I say snappily pushing them in all the way. Scout Master Chris pulls my fingers from my butt hole. I look at them. They look clean. Not like when Riley and me play the butt game. I stick them in my mouth. They taste mostly like skin and just a teeny bit like butt. Guess the emena did its job. "I like the kerchief on the little slut. Nice touch," Scout Master Tim says to Scout Master Chris. Then he whispers in his ear. Scout Master Chris nods "yes" and Scout Master Tim is taking the kerchief off me. I'm confused cuz I thought they liked me keeping it on. Then I feel him slipping it on my super duper hard boner. Oooo. That adds to the fire in my dickie and balls and tummy. He pulls the slide thing tight but not too tight. I hear Scout Master Chris spit. Then he's poking a finger at my hole and pushes it in. It feels so good, my boner jerks and kind of shakes the kerchief around. I make it jump again as he digs in my hole. He's touching that special place inside Riley and me just love. He pulls his finger out. Inspects it. "Good job cleaning the little slut out, Bill," Scout Master Chris says to my Papa. "I don't care if they're clean in there but we can sell more vids if they are. So nice work." He reaches around me and has me lick his thick finger clean. As I'm licking I can feel something coldish and wet on my butthole. Then while I'm sucking his fat finger clean another finger slips inside. It's pushing the wet stuff in. "Grease him good, Nick," Scout Master Chris says. "I want him to feel it good but I don't want to send him to the hospital. Hard time explaining that. Wouldn't it, Bill?" My Papa and Uncle Tony both answer that it would be. I don't got no idea what they're talking about. Then as if on a signal, everyone but Scout Master Chris and two camera guys back away. "It's showtime!" Scout Master Chris yells real loud. "You ready Cocksucker Scout Brayden?" He pushes the head of his cock against my hole. It feels wet and cool too, just like the finger that was in me. He presses it a little more so my hole pushes in just a teeny bit. I am so hot right now. I mean real hotness inside and out. My dickie. My butthole. All over me. I know what's going to happen and I want it so bad. "Yes, sir, Scout Master Chris. I'm ready, sir." He pushes a little more. I feel even hotter. My hole's itching to get him in me. "What is it you want, Cocksucker Scout Brayden?" "I want your thing inside me, sir," I answer. He slaps me hard. "It's not a thing. Use the right name. And tell me where you want it!" "I want your cock inside my butt, sir. Please, sir." "That's better. But what's it called, Cocksucker Scout Brayden?" "I can say that? It's a bad boy word." A push in my rear tells me it's okay. I know the word from Papa and Uncle Tonys vids and what the big kids say at school. "We want you to use all the bad boy words," Scout Master Chris answers. I yell as loud as I can, "I want you to fuck my motherfucking shit hole, Scout Master Chris. I want you to fuck me. Please, sir." I try to be a bad boy. I can feel Scout Master Chris pushing harder against my hole. I can feel it opening slow up just like it does when I'm doing a thick poop. It feels good and hurts at the same time. My dickie feels so alive. So hot. I want to jerk it and kind of reach down to to it. Then I feel the kerchief being pulled way tight on my dickie and balls. The slide digs into my boy parts real tight. Pain shoots all through my tummy but I'm starting to get a gooey. Without even touching it. Just as the feeling spreads all over my boy parts and tummy, Scout Master Chris shoves his cock all the way in. "Stop! Stop! It hurts! It hurts!" He just pushes hard and I kind of go someplace else in my head cuz it hurts in my butt so much. And on my boy parts. "He's zoning out. Give him the smelling salts," I hear someplace far away. Then I'm awake again with this awful stink in my nose. "He's back. Now the other." Another smell replaces the awful one. It's not bad. Kind of sweet. But I feel like I'm being ripped in two. Like Scout Master Chris has tried to shove a telephone pole up me. Just as I can feel his coarse, rough hair against my cheeks my head bursts. I got the loving feeling back. And the fuck me hard, fuck me deep feeling, too. But it still hella hurts so I shriek out really loud. I can feel him, someone, pulling hard on my kerchief. I think my balls and dickie are going to be ripped off. He's pulled his cock back almost all the way. Then with a hard yank on the kerchief slams back in. Another shriek. I can feel something warm and wet dribbling down my legs. Another trip to nowhere land. The sweet smell comes back. My head swells again and I can't tell anymore what's happening. I really don't remember anything for real from then on until a lot later. I kind of remember the outlines of it when I look at the movies they made. Three hours of movies. Edited. Scout Master Chris went at me for 21 minutes 38 seconds. I know. I timed it on the movie. About half way through, he lifts me up and carries me around to all the scout masters and my Papa and Uncle Tony. I'm bouncing up and down on his hard cock like a rag doll. They all yank hard on the kerchief.Then he gets back to the bed and twists me around so I'm facing him. It musta hurt cuz I scream like bloody murder. But I don't remember it. He grabs me by my hips. Pulls me hard onto his cock again. Then pounds. And pounds some more. In the movies I can see I'm crying. I can kinda hear my whimpering "thop, thop." It's funny cuz I used to lisp until I was 5 but my kindergarten teacher taught me how not to. But I'm lisping again. Like a baby. Close ups on Scout Master Chris's cock as it plows in and out of me. There's tons of blood on it. My blood. Blood from my poop hole. And its on my cheeks. "Take it, you little fuck boy," Scout Master Chris is chanting regularly. Then he pulls all the way out. I mean all the way and without even aiming, jams it all the way back in. "NOOOOOO!" the little boy on the screen screams. I guess it musta hurt a lot. I don't remember. Then Scout Master Chris is jerk his hips in the motion I now recognize as pumping his juice inside me. Pumping his spunk. Pumping his jiz. Pumping his cum. Pumping his sperms. Breeding me. I know these words from all the customers who've plowed my asshole since that day. He pulls out as rough as he jammed in. His cock is a mess. Blood. Cum. Lube. He grabs me by the hair, pulls me up, and rams his softening cock in my mouth. "Clean it, fuck boy. Clean my cock good." The little boy in the movie musta been awake enough to do what he asks. In a couple of minutes, Scout Master Chris's cock is pretty clean. He picks up the Sponge Bobs and wipes the rest of the blood and spunk off. "That was funking awesome, Bill. You told me he was a virgin, but I really didn't believe you. You're getting an extra c-note for this. I don't know how you kept your cock out of this tight shit hole so long. Plans have changed, guys. Bill gets the next turn at Boy Slut Scout Brayden's hole as his reward." When I see the movies I always feel kinda weird when I watch my Papa walk right up to my bleeding, bruised hole. He pulls off the kerchief and then ties it back on to just my balls. He lifts my legs up. Lines his cock right up there. And then -- no lube, not a drop -- rams it all the way in in one push. My body jerks upright and my mouth opens in a silent scream. As he's fucking me, he pulls the kerchief really tight. I can see my balls are turning purple on the screen. Papa doesn't take as long as Scout Master Chris. He's not as big, either. But from the looks, he made me feel every 13 minutes and 13 seconds. When he's done, he repeats Scout Master Chris's thing having me lick him clean. Only now I'm not responding so he wipes it all over my mouth and face. After Papa was done, Scout Master Nick had his turn. Then Uncle Tony. Then Scout Master Tim. Then they start all over. All the scout masters and Papa and Uncle Tony. The camera guys never got a turn. By the time they're all done, my thighs are streaked with blood. They pull my Sponge Bob unders back on me. This is where the movies stop. I do remember having that nasty smell back in my nose. And waking up. "About time you woke up," Papa is saying to me. "You been out for over an hour." I hurt so much back there I can't even sit up. I feel a rumbling back there. Then I let out a loud and disgusting fart. It feels really gooey back there. "I'm sorry, Papa," I cry. "I pooped myself. Couldn't help it. Please don't be mad." My Papa pulls the rear of my unders back and looks. "No poop. You've been farting up a storm in your sleep. We pumped a lot of air in you. And our spunk, too," he says and everyone laughs. "It's just our spunk and a little blood. But you did do a good job of pissing yourself a couple of times in your sleep." I notice then that everyone's dressed. Everyone except me. I just have my Sponge Bobs on. Very wet Sponge Bobs. I whisper so no one can hear, "Sorry Sponge Bob. I didn't mean to pee you. I won't do it ever again." I watch as Scout Master Chris is counting some money to my dad. I guess Papa got paid for today. I wonder how much so I watch as he counts out loud. "One. Two. Three. Four," he says as he puts the bills in my Papa's hand. All the way to twenty. Then he counts two more. "That makes us even. Plus you got your bonus." Twenty-two. I'm pretty sure it's more than twenty-two dollars. I'm good at math. I do the multiplication. Five time twenty-two: $110! Wow. I'm worth that much. Then I think. Maybe they're $10 bills. That would be $220! I still hurt a lot. So much. And my head aches. I don't know if I ever want to do it again. But $110! Or maybe even $220! If I do it again, maybe Papa will get me something special. Scout Master Chris speaks again to my Papa, "You got one big for the cherry. But I got some other guys who love to fuck this sweet piece of almost virgin ass. I can give you two big for a weekend. You can be here but no touchies. You up to it? Plus just like this time, a cut on the vid profits." "Two big. Sounds good. When?" They set it up for a couple of months. Want my boy pussy -- that's what they call my poop hole -- back in shape. Papa and Uncle Tony are about to take me home when Scout Master Tim tries to pull off my Sponge Bobs. I garb them and won't let them go. "No!" I scream. "I earned these. My pooper hurts so much you gotta let me keep them!" The men all talk with each other. "We need these, Fuck Scout Brayden," Scout Master Nick says. Fuck Scout. My new rank. I look at my scout shirt Uncle Tony's carrying. A new Badge of Rank. An embroidered cock with red streaks almost all the way out of a chubby looking butt. It almost makes me feel better. Almost. "Please, Papa. Let me keep them. Please?" More talking. The one of the camera guys disappears for a few minutes and brings back a plastic package that's been opened. "Here's two brand new ones," he says. "Would this make it better?" I've kinda gotten attached to my other pair. I'd peed them and put that butt stuff in them. But then I decided two for one was a good deal. I let them take my dirty ones. "We're going to sell these," Scout Master Chris explains to my Papa, "as a special with one of the movies that come out of this great day. Probably get an additional 500." 500? He can't mean $500. Who would pay $500 for dirty, peed in underpants? I stand up and my legs give way underneath me. My Uncle Tony catches me before I totally fall to the ground. "Whoa, little guy. You're in no shape to walk." He lifts me up and carries me out following my Papa. I'm so tired. ************* All these thoughts flashed through my mind as I soaped up Riley. Papa said they weren't going to bust his cherry this time. But Papa's lied to before. Many times. Riley's good and clean and I'm ready to undo his enema. Before I do, I cuddle him against me and put my head on his. "Why do you hate enemas so much?" I ask him. "I always get a super cum from them." "I was only a little kid back then. But I remember what happened to you that time I saw you get one in the shower. I know how much you hurt for a long time. And I've seen the movies, too. I do NOT want that to happen to me." I squeezed him tight and kissed his lips in a brotherly kiss. "I'll try to protect you, Rile-boy. I'll do my best." I let the air out of Riley's bardex balloons and pulled the nozzle out.