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   KP Studios: PIMPR

   Craig's finger hovers over the little silver icon, hesitating for a
moment, and then taps the screen of his smartphone.

   Instantly the Pimpr logo pops up.  It's a famous logo, but it's the
first time he's seen it on his phone.  It's quite simple: two silver
circles.  From the way they were drawn, they could have been either
testicles or the cheeks of a boy's ass.  It was clever, he had to admit.

   After that the screen goes black for a second, then another logo
appears. This one makes his stomach do a flip flop.  It's just a simple
gold KP, though the K was backwards so that it merged with the P.  It is
the logo for the famed KP Studios, the largest gay porn industry
specializing in young boys.  They own LOTS of other smaller businesses,
including the free Pimpr app.

   He hates KP studios and its evil CEO, Kent, but he couldn't deny that
the app was making him excited.  More excited than appropriate.

   He'd made his decision about the app two days earlier.  He'd been at the
gym, had just finished up, when he saw two guys huddled over a smart phone.
They were both naked and rock hard.  It didn't shock Craig anymore--ever
since the laws changed, he'd seen huge, hard cock in public A LOT.  That
didn't mean he liked it.  He was just used to it.

   He tried to ignore the pervs, but they were talking so loudly about the
boys on the app.  He had almost tuned them out, when one phrase caught his
ear:
"Shit, I can't believe I'm about to drop fifty thousand bucks on this

kid.  Is it really worth it?"

   The other guys cheered him on a bit, and not soon after Craig heart a
CA-CHING sound, which was what played when a boy was purchased on Pimpr.

   Fifty thousand dollars?  he gasped.  For just one buy?  One night, and a
kid can earn 50k?  He thought for weeks about all the things 50K could do
for him.  Or even 100K.  He could pay off the mortgage, take care of his
alimony to his bitch ex-wife...maybe finally set up that home gym he
wanted.

   Then the shit had really hit the fan.  Little Codey, his son, had broken
his arm during a little league game.  The idiot coaches had rushed him to
the emergency room--to the only hospital in town that didn't take Craig's
healthcare.  It had set him back, way back--he'd had to give up his gym
membership, not to mention it severely cut into the amount of time he was
able to pay for a babysitter.

   He'd been cooped up with his son for weeks, worrying about bills, and
all the while thinking long and hard about the conversation he'd overheard
at the gym.

   Welcome to Pimpr!

   Craig is pulled back to the present by the ping sound from his phone.  A
small blue smiley face had popped up on the screen, with a speech bubble
coming out of its mouth.

   I'm here to guide you through the setup and help you learn about how to
use Pimpr.  Don't worry, it'll be fun, and you'll be whoring out your kid
in no time!  Would you like to continue?

   Two icons pop up on the bottom of his iPhone screen: A green one that
says "YES" and a red one that says "NO." He would become all too familiar
with these icons.

   Craig shut his eyes and turned his head, but his finger hit YES.

   Great!  Let's get started.  First, please agree to our terms and
services.

   Craig's finger automatically hits YES under the "Do you agree?"
question. "Oh, fuck!" he shouts.  It was an automatic response from so many
years of using the internet.  Who reads the Terms of Service anyway?  But
this wasn't some ordinary App update--this was his one and only son's
future.  And he had just hit YES without reading it over.

   AUTHOR'S NOTE: If Craig had read the Terms of Service, he may have been
dismayed to realize that he had just turned "all photos, movies, and
depictions of his son" to KP studios "permanently." Under that, in very
tiny print, he would have read the words "You are also signing over your
son's personhood."

   No use giving up now, Craig thinks, trying to forget about this error.
He will tap with caution from now on.

   "Welcome to Pimpr!  The number one boy whoring app, brought to you by KP
Studios!"

   The blue smiley face is now talking through his phone's speaker in a
young, childish voice.

   Let's get started.  First, we'll need some information about you, for
verification purposes:

   A form appeared on the screen.  Craig looks it over and begins to fill
it out.
AGE: 37
STATUS: Single (Divorced)
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 188 pounds
HAIR: Sandy Blonde
EYES: Blue

   BODY TYPE (CHECK AS MANY AS SUITABLE): Slim, hairy, toned

   COCK SIZE:

   Wait a minute!  Craig thinks.  Why do they need my cock size?  He
doesn't feel comfortable putting that information through, so he attempts
to hit "NEXT" at the bottom of the screen, but it won't let him.  Every
time he does, the Blue Smiley says in its kiddie voice, "Please, for
verification purposes, fill out ALL segments of the form."

   Craig sighs, wondering how the fuck they were going to verify him using
his cock size, then checked off a few boxes.

   9 inches, girthy, veiny, uncut.  Blond pubes.

   Now he clicks NEXT, and the voice says, "Please wait.  Verifying. 
Please wait.  Verifying."

   It loads for a second, and then something shocking happens.  Pimpr has
pulled up a bunch of his personal photos that were stored on his social
networks and phone memory.  Some great pictures of him smiling, a few of
him shirtless at the beach, and about 10 pictures of him naked that he had
been texting to a chick he was dating last month.  He thought he had
deleted those...

   "Is this you?" the app asks.

   Craig clicks YES.

   "Hold a moment.  Verifying.  Verifying."

   The next thing that pops up on the screen is even more shocking.  It's
four pictures of his son, Codey.  One of the boy smiling in his baseball
uniform, another of him holding up a jelly fish on the beach, wearing just
a speedo, and a third of the boy with white frosting all over his face. 
(Craig had made some terrible cupcakes for his birthday a few months ago.)
Craig had taken all those pics with his phone.

   But the fourth photo he doesn't recognize.  It is a grainy photo of his
son--like security footage.  The boy is on a street corner at an ice cream
truck.  He is holding onto a purple popsicle, just about to lick the very
tip of it.  How had they gotten that photo and matched it to those he
stored on his phone?

   Please verify that the following information about your son is correct.
NAME: Codey
AGE: PICK YOUR FAVORITE AGE (or email the author for more info)
HEIGHT: 3'4
WEIGHT: 40 pounds
HAIR: Strawberry blonde
NOSE: [Button, pokable]
LIPS: Pink, pouty
EYES: Green
SKIN: Pale (alabaster), one dark freckle on his inner thigh, another on
his left buttock.
ASS: Plump, slightly firm, untouched
Craig's jaw just about hits the desktop.  He can't believe it.  What
kind of technology is this?  How could it know all that about his son?  It
was impossible.  And yet, he has to admit, every bit of it is so spot on,

it's eerie.

   He hits the "sleep" button on his phone and sets it face down on the
desk.  He can't do this.  He has to stop.  It is just too creepy.

   He stands up and stretches, then suddenly realizes he has to take a
piss. He steps out of his study and heads down the hall to the bathroom. 
He shuts the door and switches on the light, wincing in the brightness. 
It's late--almost two in the morning, and he's a little drunk.  He had to
be to go through with what he is doing.

   He looks at himself in the mirror.  He's a mess.  Still in his work
clothes, his black tie pulled down loose around his neck, his white shirt
unbuttoned, revealing some of his furry blonde chest hair.  He has big
circles under his eyes.  His pupils are dilated in his dark green irises,
and he looked wide-eyed and a little crazy.  He feels crazy.

   He must be crazy.

   He steps to the toilet and unzips, immediately sighing as the piss
erupts from the head of his huge dong.  All that whiskey had gone right
through him.  He looks down at his cock, so thick and heavy in his hands.
He has always been proud of how big he is when soft--the ladies love it. 
He's uncut, and the skin is just heavy and thick and veiny as it hangs,
releasing his heavy stream of piss.

   He groans a little, it feels so damn good.

   He finishes up, gives the big thing a few flops, and zips up--only
halfway, given the fact that his dress shirt is sorta popping out the top
of his fly.  He's too buzzed to notice.

   He stumbles back into the hallway and looks back toward his office.  No.
He can't go there.  His phone is in there, and his phone has the app on it.
It is not a good place.

   He looks down the other end of the hall.  His son's room.  The door is
cracked only slightly--as Codey liked it, given his fear of the dark.  The
boy's always been a bit of a wuss.  That room is a good place, where his
son sleeps.  His one and only son, whom he loves too much to ever harm. 
Right?

   He pads quietly down the hall, not wanting to wake his son, who is a
light sleeper.  Slowly he presses open the door and pops his head in.

   The little boy is asleep on his tummy.  He has one hand pressing up his
cheek, like an angel.  His right arm is bent up and over his head, still in
the cast.  He had broken it over a week ago, and still had several weeks
until the cast came off.  More medical bills.  The powder blue cast looks
so big on his little arm, and it's covered in signatures from friends at
his school.

   His little blond head of hair is a little damp with sweat--it is a hot
night.  His mouth opens and closes slightly as he slept, a habit that Craig
had always thought was adorable.

   God.  Would the men who bought him think that was adorable, too?

   Oh God.  Craig feels sick.  That thought...that thought had-

   He looks down and sees his dick sticking out of his halfway down fly. 
Jesus--it is dripping precum, too.  When did that happen?  He was just...oh
god.  No.  This isn't good.

   Craig flees, away from his son, desperate to get his boner out of sight
and out of mind.  But damn, he has never felt this hard before.

   The limp cock he had held in his fist in the bathroom just minutes ago
is now at full mast.  You can barely tell it was uncircumsized anymore,
because his huge, massive, purple head is sticking straight out in front of
him.  Not unlike the popsicle from that photo....

   Damn.  That photo, Craig thought.  It had piqued his interest.  Damn. 
He has to go back.  He has to figure out how the app had gotten that photo.

   Back in the study, he picks up his phone and hit the "sleep" button
again.  The thing instantly comes to life in his hands, still on the screen
that was asking him to verify his son's stats.

   He had only two options: "verify" or "go back." He chose "verify."

   Great!  We're ready to get started, said the little voice as soon as he
tapped the screen.  First lets take a little tour.  This is what Pimpr will
look like when you open it.

   The screen goes black, then opens to a page of tiny thumbnails of
pictures.  Pictures of boys.  They fill the screen, and he scrolls down,
seeing they go way down for pages.  There are boys of all ages, shapes and
sizes.  Some are white, some are black, some are Latino, some are
elementary school age, some are as old as sixteen.

   These are all the available boys within two miles of your home, the
voice says, and Craig's jaw almost falls off this time.  There has to be
fifty boys, and all so close to him!  He even glimpses a few neighborhood
boys he recognizes, though none he knows personally.

   They each have a small nickname at the top of their thumbnail.  Things
like Little Fairy and TheKumDumpKid and ILuv2Gape and ChokeMe and
PissPartyBoy.

   This is too much to handle.

   Up at the top, you'll see the different page views you can go on.  This
page is called BOYS.  Tap any boy's picture to send him a message or
favorite him.  Tap here to see MEN on the app.

   Craig taps, and the screen changes again to the same setup, though this
time the faces...and other things...staring back at him were all of men. 
No men he knew.  A few of the pictures were normal headshots, just handsome
smiling faces, but most were just rock hard cocks and muscular torsos. 
Again, there were all shapes, sizes and colors.

   These are all the men who have indicated that they are willing to travel
to your area.  At any time, click to chat with one of them.

   Craig shutters at the thought.  These men are using the app for a
completely different purpose.  While he was signing up...maybe...for what
would be called a "Pimp" status, these guys all have a "Customer" status.
They are there to buy little boys and do God knows what with them.

   Their nicknames disgust him.  A picture of a big, dark, hooded, and
hooked cock is associated with the nickname "CAPTNHOOK." A user called "Tea
Party" has just a shot of his big, low-hanging, hairy nuts, glistening with
what Craig assumes is spit.  "GingerImpale" uploaded a tasteful shot of his
pubes pressed up against some smooth, tiny little ass.  "IDrownToddlers"
just had a goblet that was filled with what could only be cum.

   Rather than investigate any of these pervs, Craig taps "next" on the
little blue bubble.  The screen changes again.

   This is the couples page.  Here you can see guys and boys who are
together nearby

   This was even more shocking!  Silver horizontal lines ran across his
screen, and on either end was a thumbnail.  On the right was the boy, on
the left was the man.  The boy on the top bar was the closest--he could
tell because the distance was listed in the middle of the bar connecting
them.  They were only 498 feet away.

   Craig swallowed hard, and though he wasn't conscious of it, his right
hand slid over to his cock and slowly started to stroke it.  It was still
rock hard and sticking out of his zipper.

   He knew that boy.  He'd seen him probably a hundred times.  He was
always waiting for the bus when Craig dropped off Codey.  A little adorable
thing--scruffy brown hair and a real curious look in his green eyes.  What
was the boy's name?  David?  Danny?  Denny?

   Slowly Craig let his eyeballs scan over to the left.  He doesn't want to
see...but oh god.  He can't help himself.

   He looks at the thumbnail.  It's just a cock.  A huge Latino cock, to be
precise.  Massively long and pretty damn thick, too.  It's got tons of
foreskin.

   Against his will, an image flashes through Craig's mind.  It's that cute
little thing, David or whatever, in some skeezy hotel somewhere.  He's
laying on his back all stretched out, real tiny and small.

   Over him hovers some big Latino man...in Craig's imagination he's about
38 years old.  He's buck naked, as is little Donny.

   They're doing what Craig used to call the Old Jackhammer.  But the odd
thing is, they're doing it in his mouth.  Craig had fucked an ass before.
It was something he enjoyed doing to his bitch ex-wife.  And honestly, it
was probably one of the reasons she left him.

   To do the Old Jackhammer, Craig would rapidly plunge his cock up and
down into a pussy or anus.  It was easy to do on an adult orifice, but
Craig's sick imagination saw it doing it to the kid's throat.

   They'd worked up quite the froth.  Some of that throat-froth was all up
in his nasty foreskin.  But most of it was just pouring out the sides of
the little boy whores mouth.

   Craig banishes the thought from his mind.  Why had his mind even
imagined such a sick image?  And why, in God's name, is his cock harder
than it ever has been in his life?

   This is too much.  He has to jerk off.  That's the problem.  He's so
fucking horny that he can't think straight.  He can't exactly explain
<i>why</i> he's horny, but he is.

   He leans back in his chair and unbuttons first his shirt and then his
pants, finally letting his cock out.  It flops hard and wet against his
trim and toned stomach.  Craig realizes how much his zipper was squeezing
his hard on, and looking down at it now, it looks so much thicker and
harder than he's ever seen it.  Almost like it's not his cock anymore, but
some sicko's dick that was controlling his mind.

   "I'll show you," he mutters to his dick and then begins beating it with
two fists.  He throttles his cock--it's an angry jerk-off.  He's pissed off
at his dick, and so he just squeezes and rubs it so fast it feels like it's
going to burst into flames.  Good thing he's oozing precum like a faucet,
or otherwise he'd probably have left burn marks on his own dick.

   He clears his mind, hoping that his hormones are so revved up he won't
have to imagine anything to get this load out of him.  Sometimes a man is
just so goddamn horny, he goes into animal mode, and loses himself in the
feeling of taking out his aggression on his own dick.  I bet some of you
readers are there right now.

   He is so in the zone that he doesn't hear his son the first time he says
"Daddy." Even though the little boy is standing in the threshold of Daddy's
office, staring at his father as dear old Dad gives his massive cock the
beating of a lifetime.

   Meanwhile, the cum is just about a boiling point in his balls, and he
can tell just a few more strokes will bring it up and finally get rid of
this demon.  He's just about to shoot when-

   "DADDY!"

   This time Craig hears it.  He opens his eyes and stops jerking, staring
wide-eyed (and a little crazy-eyed) at his little boy.  The kid is staring
in shock, eyes and mouth wide open, cradling his little broken cast-arm at
his side.  His not-broken hand holds his teddy bear by the arm.  He's
wearing an adorable little pajama set--baseballs and bats, his favorite.

   Craig takes a deep breath.  He can't say anything to his kid, because he
has to focus his entire mind on NOT ejaculating.  He can only gulp at air,
stare at his son, and will his cock to hold back the spew that is just
dying to come out and "spray hello."

   "Son, I--" but that apparently does it.  Saying the word "Son" pushes
him over the edge.

   Craig gives his son a first row seat to the biggest orgasm of his life.
He literally screams as it erupts out of him, rushing up from his nuts and
out his assault weapon that is his dick.

   Little Codey is shocked.  He pulls his teddy bear tight to his chest as
he stares with the widest, greenest eyes at his father in full throes of a
serious orgasm.

   Craig's hands are behind his head, flexing his nice but not too big
biceps.  His cock flops wildly, like a firehouse, unable to be controlled
because of the force of the orgasm.  The first few spews land up his neck
and in his beard, then down his hairy chest and stomach.

   But then his cock gets a second wind.  Really it's the TRUE orgasm--the
first one was just a preshow.  This is when he really starts gushing.  And
the cock sprays wildly in big arcs, some of it even hitting the low
ceiling. Good thing he set his phone face down, too, because the back of
the case is drenched.

   And I know what you're wondering.  In the wild spray, did any of it hit
the little guy watching the show from the door?  Well, yes.  Yes it did.

   The final spray of cum sent Craig's cock whizzing in a straight line
across the room, splattering as it went.  Codey was in the line of fire.

   A thick white rope splattered him from his right nostril down in a slant
across his lips and chin and then down on his little tummy, ruining his
PJs. Poor thing.  This is probably as bad as his night is gonna get, right?

   Say it with me readers: WRONG!!!

   Craig comes to, and he's horrified.  But still throbbing and rock hard,
much to his chagrin.  He does his best to jam his cock back into his pants,
though the thick and wet head can still be seen over the waist.  He rushes
over to his little son and picks the shocked tyke up, cradling him in his
arms.

   "Oh, God...Codey...I--" He's at a loss for words.  How do you explain to
a kid his age what was going on?  And what would soon be going on if he
finished filling out that app?  He can't rightly say, Well, son.  See,
Daddy just shot about a gallon's worth of your brothers and sisters all
over the place, and you got a healthy dose of your siblings all over your
face.

   "You were dreaming!" he burst out somehow as he rushed the boy down the
hall and into the bathroom.  God, Codey wasn't exactly the brightest crayon
in the box, but he was smart enough to know when he was awake.

   He sets the boy on the sink and quickly wets a paper towel.  "You were
dreaming all about Daddy being silly," he said as he wiped his jizz off his
virginal teeny tiny son.

   He had about half of it cleaned up when the doorbell rang.

   "Shit!"

   "Daddy!" his son chided.

   "Sorry, Codey.  Here," he handed the boy the cummy towel.  "Finish
wiping yourself off and go back to sleep."

   "I thought you said I was dreaming, Daddy!" Codey said, a curious look
in his eye.

   "Erm, yes...right..." was all he could get out.  Desperate to get away
from his cum-coated son, he leaves the bathroom and heads downstairs to
answer the door.  When he opens it, there's no one there.  Then he looks
down and sees a small, silver box lying on his doorstep.

   Craig bends own and picks it up, then gulps as he notices the logo on
the top of the box.  Sure enough, it was KP Studios.  The tag on the box
had the Pimpr symbol.  It read:

   Dear Craig,

   Thanks for joining Pimpr!  Here's a free gift as a show of gratitude. 
Use this when in doubt!

   Craig swallows again as he opens the box with his trembling hands. 
Inside is some silver tissue paper, and resting in the middle is a small,
brown bottle.

   He plucks up the bottle and holds it up to the porch light to examine
it.

   "Oh no..." he mutters.  It was KP Brand Adult Poppers.  The best poppers
in the world.  Shit, these things cost a fortune--and here was a free
bottle?

   Craig had never tried the new poppers that had been developed since
everything changed.  Apparently the government had spent billions creating
two lines of the best poppers ever: KP Brand Adult Poppers and KP Brand
Popperz for Kidz.

   The kids ones were apparently ferocious, but the adult
ones...well...everyone who tried them said there was nothing quite like it.
They apparently took you to a sexual paradise like none other.  He had had
more than one friend who had been "converted" to the new way of things by
those poppers.

   For a moment, Craig considers throwing the poppers out into the lawn,
but then he reconsiders.  These are expensive--maybe he can sell them,
right?

   He slips them into his pocket and returns inside.  He creeps up the
stairs, listening for sounds of his son moving about.  But it's silent.  He
gets to the top of the stairs and turns down the hall.

   What a good boy.  Just as he'd been told, Codey is back in bed and fast
asleep, his head resting under his cast.  He has done a pretty good job
cleaning himself up, though Craig winces when he sees there is still a big
white glob on one side of the kid's head, slowly being absorbed into his
curly blond hair.

   Craig goes back to the bathroom to give himself one more look in the
mirror.  He looks so goddamn tired and strung out.  He leans forward to rub
some cold water on his face, and it refreshes him.  But as he stands back
up, he hears a tiny clink, and realizes he still has the poppers in his
pocket.

   He reaches in to look at the bottle.  There are no warning labels like
there used to be on such things.  Just a simple silver and gold label with
a smiley face on the top of the cap.

   What's one sniff?  Craig thinks, feeling guilty already.  Just one sniff
can't be bad.  I won't breathe in deep--I'll just take a quick whiff, just
to get a taste of it.  I'll probably never have access to these again, so I
should probably experience it just once.  Here, I'll lock the door so
nothing happens.

   Deep in the back of his mind, Craig knows he's really just rationalizing
this all.  Some part of him must know that his kid is already as good as
sold.  But he pretends that he hasn't sunk that low, that he still has
respect for little Codey down the hall.  Once he locks the bathroom door,
he turns back to the mirror and undoes the lid of the poppers bottle.

   Just the smell let out into the air is intoxicating, and Craig feels a
little like he might pass out.  But then it subsides, and he feels awesome.
Better than he ever has.  His cock is already at full mast--but there's a
pulsing coming from it that makes him feel amazing throughout his body.

   He lifts the bottle to his nose and takes a whiff.

   Instantly he blacks out.  He can't se anything, but it doesn't frighten
him at all.  It's almost as if he's not Craig anymore, not conscious. 
Instead, he's a cock.  Not just a cock--HIS cock.  His self-awareness has
traveled from his brain to his penis, and it feels like nirvana.

   Even though he's not even touching himself, he can feel a warm, wet,
squishing on his dick.  It's better than any pussy he's ever fucked--and
he's fucked a lot.  It's not the feeling that's better, somehow, but the
emotion.  That it's right.  That there's something about what he's doing
that is incredibly RIGHT.  That something that feels so good could only be
that RIGHT.  Something has clicked in his brain.

   And then, just as suddenly, it fades away.  He comes down from his high
and is shocked to find that he's sitting at his desk, his phone in his
hand. And the screen says:

   Thank you!  You've officially signed your son up for Pimpr.  To view his
profile, tap here.  The responses should be rolling in any minute, Craig!

   "Oh god..." Craig said, staring in shock at his phone.  "What have I
done?"

   He was looking at the BOYS screen again, and up at the very top, in the
left-hand corner, was the picture of his son eating the ice cream.  It was
perfectly cropped so that it was just his adorable little face and the big,
rough popsicle coming right at his mouth.  In close up, it was easy to see
there was some white melted ice cream dripping down the tip of his nose.

   His heart thumping in his chest, he tapped on little Codey's photo.  The
picture popped up into full screen, and along the left he could see the
other pictures the program had dug up somehow.

   Along the right was his son's profile.  His own son's profile on the gay
pimping app.  Oh god, what HAD he done?  He could see the boy's name,
Codey, and the stats.  There was a field for his PROFILE NICKNAME, but it
had yet to be filled out.

   Underneath his stats was a space for a bio, also empty, and below that
was what really horrified Craig.

   It read:

   THIS BOY DOES:

   - Sucking

   - Cum guzzling

   - Piss drinking

   - Spanking

   - Bondage

   - Humiliation

   - Puppy Play

   - Fucking (ROUGH IS OK)

   - Toys

   - Poppers

   - Groups

   - Bukkake

   - NO PARENTAL SUPERVISION REQUIRED

   "JESUS CHRIST!" Craig exclaimed, then immediately listened to see if he
had woken his boy up.  How had this happened?  He took one hit of
poppers--had he signed his kid up for all this while he was high?

   Well, no problem.  There was a big "EDIT" button at the top.  He tapped
it, and sighed relief when he saw the list of the items he had checked off.
He tapped to uncheck them, but nothing happened.  He tapped again, but
nothing happened.  He began tapping frantically, and when he stopped, the
voice said:

   We're sorry, you cannot change your boy's action until you have been
upgraded to GOLD status.  You are currently at SILVER.  To reach GOLD, your
child must raise $40,000.

   "Oh no..." Craig said.  He was nearly in tears.  Images of his son
flashed through his mind involuntarily.  Codey in tears, gagging on a giant
black cock.  Codey, alone in a hotel room, cowered in the corner as 25 men
drink cocktails and jerk off looking at him.

   His little son's face absolutely drenched in the cock snot.

   His little son's asshole stretched until it's nothing more than a
hanging-open, purple, swollen ring big enough to drive his Thomas the Tank
Engine toy through.

   "STOP!" Craig shouts at himself and slams his fist on his desk.  Why
were these images running through his mind?  Was it the after effects of
those poppers?

   Craig knew what he should do.  He should delete the app, burn his phone,
and apologize to his son by taking the kid to the amusement park tomorrow.
But Craig somehow couldn't--he wanted to stop doing what he was doing, but
he was so locked in, so curious, and so goddamn horny, he just couldn't
shut off the phone.

   He tapped on the blank space next to his son's BIO.  The cursor blinks
at him a moment, and then he sighs and begins to fill it out.

   Hi, my name is Codey, and I'm very new to this.

   He deletes what wrote.  That sounded stupid.

   Hi, my name is Codey, and I'm a virgin.

   Oh god, no.  He deletes that too.  It's way too sexual.  This makes him
laugh despite himself--the whole thing is supposed to be sexual, after all.
He feels so terrible laughing at a moment like this, but he can't help
himself.  And his guilt only makes his cock harder.

   God, why is this so hard?  This is by far the most difficult thing he
has ever done.  Signing his own child up for a real life prostitution app?
Is he insane??

   A brown glint catches the corner of Craig's eye.  He looks over and sees
that somehow, in his poppered out haze, the bottle of the stuff has made
its way to his desktop.  Right next to his keyboard.

   He looks at it for a moment, and feels his nose start to itch.  God, it
had been so wrong, but it felt so amazing!

   And it had made filling out the app so much easier.  He'll just do one
whiff, and then throw the bottle out.  For sure.

   He quickly grabs the bottle, unscrews the cap, and lifts it up to his
nose.  This time he takes a big, long hit, and once again blacks out.

   And oh wow, what a good idea it was to take a big hit.  This time,
instead of just a feeling in his cock, he has a full-on hallucination.

   He looks down to see his rock hard monster really giving it to the
tiniest, palest ass he had ever seen.  Each stroke of his hand in the real
world translated into that gooey, squishy, velvety feeling.  That only
children have.  Children like Codey...

   The hallucination begins to set in as the poppers fully enter his brain.
He was no longer at his desk.  Instead, he was in some unknown place with
his son.  And it was his son's miniature, pale little ass that he was
pounding.

   It was no longer a cock in his fist.  It was a fistful of his son's
silky blonde curls.  He felt like he was trying to yank the kid's scalp
off. His dick was still plunging into that velvety hole, but now he could
actually hear the sounds.

   The SLAP SLAP of his big balls banging up under his kid's belly.  The
SQUIRT SQUISH of his cock ramming home into Codey's upper intestine.

   And the weird, guttural screams.  Oh lord, the screams.

   Craig came to, though his mind was still very, VERY hazy.  For a moment,
he worried that he had really fucked his son But he looked down at his dick
and saw no ass slime, as he would expect.  And Codey was still silently
sleeping down the hall.

   God, he felt dizzy.

   He looked down at his phone, clicked on the screen.

   "Oh god," he moaned as his eyes scanned the page.  It was Codey's
profile still, but the "Bio" section was no longer empty. 
Someone--presumably Craig while he was poppered out--had filled it in with
this:
NICKNAME: TheCastedKid
Hi!  My name is Codey.  I'm a boy slut!  I love EVERYTHING having to do
with cock and cum!  I just don't know it yet!  My daddy wants me to become
the slut that I am, to live my life addicted to cock and cum!  But he'll

never admit it.  He's a good daddy, so this will be our little secret, OK?

   In his final moment of his haze, Craig hits the save button.

   Then his mind snaps back to reality.  The poppers designed by KP Studios
had been developed in laboratories, he knew, and thus they knew when their
purpose had been served.

   Craig blinks heavily then looks down at his phone.

   Thank you for choosing a SECRET STATUS, the screen read.  You will not
be able to view, update, or change this status at any time unless otherwise
notified.

   "WHAT??"" Craig says a bit too loudly.  How is that possible?  Why is
that even a feature?



   He racks his brain trying to think of what the profile had said.  He
knew it was bad, but the poppers were doing funny things to his memory. 
Something about addiction...and pigs?  Oh god what was it?

   And what exactly had he filled out on his son's "will do" list? 
Something about toys and puppies, right?  That didn't sound so bad.

   But still, why couldn't he remember things clearly?  "Those poppers are
dangerous," he mumbles to himself.  Then suddenly he gets very angry.  He
feels taken advantage of--tricked into putting his son up for sale.

   Craig has a lack of self-awareness, doesn't he?

   Craig was so angry he wanted to throw his phone, but then it vibrated in
his hand.

   He looked down and saw that the blue envelope at the top left of the
screen now had a little red circle on it.  In that circle was the number 3

   Craig watched that number as it changed to 4...5...8...12...17

   Yes...the messages were rolling in from all over the place.