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   Julie's Meal Ticket (Mb, Fb, NC) Contact the author:
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   Julie had seen the ad in the local newspaper.  "Wanted models between
8-12 for designer clothing ads, pays $50.  per hour".  Julie did not have
much going for her.  She was out of work, no child support or alimony and
the little money she lived on from her parents had all but dried up.  She
did have one asset, a strikingly beautiful 10 year old son.  Brandon was
slim and blond, with a girlish face outlined with reddened highlights on
his cheeks and lips.  His slim form with bony hips, a flat but somewhat
muscled chest and stomach, smooth thighs, and a perfect little ass, have
all led to many people telling Julie that he should be a model.  His best
feature might have been his infectious smile with bright shiny teeth that
would melt anyone's heart if they were lucky enough to be smiled upon.  Of
course some would say his hair might be his best feature, dirty blond,
mostly straight, his mother kept it somewhat long ever since he was little,
never having the courage to cut too much off.  He was constantly shaking
his head to move the hair out of his eyes, which combined with his smile
was enough to make even much older girls blush.

   So with the newspaper in one hand and Brandon in the other, Julie walked
into Fashion Studio.  In the lobby were several other parents and kids all
with similar hopes of making some quick money by using their kids good
looks.  At the front desk a woman of about 50 glances at Julie, then eyes
Brandon up and down.  She hands Julie a form which she got from a drawer
behind her and asks her to fill it out and bring it back.  Finding a seat
in the large waiting room, Julie starts on the form.  Most of it was
boilerplate paperwork, but what was interesting was the second to last page
that listed in four distinct sections a fee, and under what types of
modeling would be done for the fee.  At the top of each section was an area
for Julie to initial her consent for Brandon to work in that area.

   The first section listed fashion modeling, listing types of clothes and
the basic rate of $50 an hour to wear such clothing and pose.  The second
section listed under garments, swim wear and misc.  shiftless pictures for
$100 an hour.  The third section listed possible nude scenarios including;
medical photographs, art photography, still life posing, and general
pictures with nudity in them - for $400 an hour.  The last section and the
one that Julie was now sure that this was for over 18 models only listed
one word: Erotica.  This paid $1500.  an hour.  Julie not sure if she was
even supposed to initial the accept/decline box on this section walked to
the receptionist to inquire if this was indeed the correct form.

   The studios lady at the front listened patiently to Julie explain that
her 10 year old son was hear for the fashion modeling job and if she should
fill out these sections of the form as well.  Calmly and with much
practiced ease the receptionist explained to Julie that the form was indeed
correct and that while initialing any box did definitely not mean you were
giving carte blanch to the studio, but rather just being open to accepting
various jobs should they arise.

   She explained further that the nudity section was necessary even for the
most benign of pictures such as a shot with a child getting out of the tub
with a towel wrapped around them but that had the back a little low so the
top of the child's buttocks might be exposed.  The erotica section was
something newer that they have added to the form.  While erotica to adults
means sex and such, in the business of kids photography it can mean
something entirely different.  A child in full clothing who happens to be
on his hands in knees can in many cases be considered erotica.  Why?, she
explains is probably just the dirty old men who make these laws cant see
anyone on their knees without having a dirty thought.

   The lady goes on to suggest that you should be open to all categories
since it does not mean that you have to accept the job before you hear more
about it.  And yes, if you select the nudity box there will be
photographers who want just that - a long photo shoot with your son
completely naked, but that does not mean you have to accept the job if it
is not to your liking.  The one thing you do not want to do is leave
yourself closed to opportunities or turn down too many gigs.  Once they
know you are going to say no, no one is going to call.

   Julie mollified by this explanation asks only if everything is legal,
the receptionist knowing that this mom has passed the first part of the
test tells her that while most everything is legal they do venture into
some taboo areas that pay so well that no one ever thinks about the law too
much.  Since no one here is forced to do anything, they do not worry too
much about what society gives them permission for.  If you are worried
about the law then you might want to try to get your son a paper route to
make extra money.  If you want to make real money then you should just
follow your instincts and decide job to job what you would be willing to
have Brandon do.

   With what sounded like this sound advice Julie proceeds to finish the
form initialing yes under for all four categories.  Her hairdresser, a gay
man in his twenties told Julie many times that Brandon was just about every
pedos fantasy.  He often teased her offering free cuts for life for just a
moment with her son alone.

   Knowing that he was just having some harmless fun she never took any of
it too serious.  In fact, she often felt enormous pride when she watched
men like him stare openly and longingly at her son.  She once, when Brandon
was just nine, found herself asking Kent (her hairdresser) what he would do
if he had his moment alone with Brandon.

   With a red face and just a bit short of breath, Kent excitedly told her
that even a cuddle from such a lovely boy would be enough to keep his
libido in check for years.  Pressing further and now a little excited at
this forbidden discussion, Julie presses further.  Kent, after getting
assurances that Julie would be fine with whatever honest answer he would
give, told Julie that he envisioned Brandon on his knees with his big blue
eyes looking up at him while Kent's cock was pushed deep and hard into
Brandon's throat.  Hearing only encouragement from a visibly excited Julie,
Kent continues with his fantasy telling her how he would gently lay Brandon
on his back and after worshipping his body with little kisses, bites and
licks he would pick Brandon's legs up from the knees and pin them next to
his ears.

   He would then guide his cock to the sweetest ass he had ever seen and
with great tenderness he would deprive Brandon of his virginity.  Taken
with the story and the free cosmopolitans Julie, now red faced and more
than a little wet, asks if he wants to fuck her son slow and gentle or hard
and fast.  Kent taking this as a serious question explains that while he
would probably be kind and go somewhat slow and gentle what he would really
want to do is to fuck Brandon with such abandon that he wouldn't walk right
for weeks.  That just the image of that tight ass absorbing blow after blow
of a hard, deep and fast fuck is enough to turn any man into a raging pedo.
This exchange between her and Kent had forever etched in her mind that
Brandon was a sexual being.  Or that at least others saw him as a sexual
being.

   She was a good mother, protective, kind and filled with all the other
general feelings that one would expect.  This one exchange though, with the
influence of alcohol and further coupled with the fact that she was as
sexually frustrated as one could get led her to occasionally glance at her
son with a less than motherly eye.  More than once while she was busy
rubbing her clit, a little drunk, and more than a little desperate she
turned to slipping in the occasional image of her hot hairdresser feeding
his cock into her pretty son.

   Guilt of course piled up after.  She knew how wrong it was and she knew
that, while the fantasy could never hurt anyone, she was being less than
motherly at these times.  It didn't stop her though from further asking
Kent on subsequent trips to the hairdresser what made her boy so special.

   Kent often replied that when you combine a pretty boy who is a touch
dainty, but still none the less all boy - that these are the qualities that
men look for.  The way Brandon walks, his infectious giggle and smile, his
smallish nose, those skinny hips and perfect boy ass.  To look at him you
see the innocence that was once part of all of us and want it back even if
it means trying to take or steal it from him.

   Julie on several occasions let Kent cut Brandon's hair as well.  She sat
in the chair next to him watching Kent stroke and caress her sons head and
shoulders.  Often giving Brandon's cheeks a loving caress.  On more than
one occasion she could have sworn she saw Kent pushing his bulge into one
of Brandon's shoulders while leaving in to make a precision cut.  She
always felt a little rush of excitement at these moments knowing what Kent
wanted from the boy and knowing she was dangling her son in front of him
just to tease him and get him as frustrated sexually as she was.

   She always made Brandon hug Kent hello and goodbye knowing that this
seemingly innocent gesture was in fact a lewd joke on Kent.  Kent for his
part made the most of these small but wicked gestures.  When these hugs
came he would always pick the boy up and press him fully into his body.  He
would wrap his right hand around the boys slim backside and while grabbing
the boy by the opposite hip press his forearm into the boys ass to get a
fell for its firmness.

   Not knowing how far Julie was willing to let this game go, the most
daring he ever got was with a small peck on Brandon's right check while
Kent's arm retreated so his hand was able to give a quick but firm squeeze
to the whole of Brandon's left butt cheek.  Julie saw this squeeze and her
head snapped to attention knowing that her son just got molested - if even
in the most benign and innocent way.  Her son for his part seemed to
cherish if not love these moments when a man paid any attention to him.

   With no dad to speak of these hugs were the most contact her son had
with a man.  So while her head knew that something wasn't all together
innocent about these meetings, she let them continue and even forced her
boy into them.  The one thing Julie could not deny was the wetness she
experienced during these encounters, nor the pride she felt for having
produced a boy so pretty that men lusted after him.

   So not being as quite as innocent to what made her son so attractive as
a model Julie was somewhat excited about the possibility of making more
than $50.  an hour.  As long as they were just pictures, she figured, what
harm could come to them.  After all she wasn't willing to let Brandon get
fucked or anything like that, only some pictures of him shirt less perhaps.
Or at the very most she reasoned, seeing him on his back with his legs
pulled up and his mouth open gazing into the camera would bring a nice
payday and Brandon, for his part would not know that these pictures were
anything but innocent poses.

   When her and Brandon finally got called back the nerves in her stomach
had almost made her nauseated.  Why she felt such angst over what she
expected to be just some fashion photos she could not explain.  In
hindsight, what her body knew that her mind had yet to comprehend, was that
she was actively seeking a way to pimp her son out for money to men who
wanted nothing more than to use her son in every possible way.

   In the room they were brought into stood 2 men and 1 young women.  The
men both looked very much like her hairdresser.  Stylish, slim, attractive
and very much gay as far as she could see.  The women was young, perhaps 20
at the most and was quite beautiful.  She looked very much like every model
Julie had ever seen in the fancy catalogs that were sent to her 1 room
apartment most decidedly by mistake.

   The two men stared past Julie, looking directly at Brandon.  They stared
intensely at his face with wide eyes and hopeful glances to each other. 
They had this routine down as they started to flatter Julie over Brandon.
His looks, his style, those eyes, that hair.  My dear they would say he is
the most beautiful creature we have ever seen.  Every boy photographer out
there will want a piece of him.  These phrases were all deliberate to gauge
Julie's reaction.

   They then started to man handle young Brandon raking his hair from his
eyes with their hands.  Holding his head with both hands as they probed and
prodded his face like he was a dog in the Westminster show.  They would
also deliberately treat the child model as an object at this point, only
looking to mom for confirmation or direction.  They learned early on to not
let the child have a say, to let them know that everything was inevitable
and that they were merely a pawn in this business.  They showered Julie
with more compliments and exclamations saying they just must get some test
shots right away and the camera will just love him.  They asked Julie if
they may change the boys clothes to something more suitable for the shoot.

   Julie responds of course, but to her surprise they do not send the boy
behind a screen or ask her to help him.  Instead they tell the boy arms up
and right in front of her pull his shirt off over his head.  They admonish
his slight hesitation and obvious embarrassment at being unshirted so
quickly.  They use some encouragement saying that he has all the makings of
one of the best models, and that to be truly a great model you can have to
modesty and must turn yourself over completely to be putty in the hands of
the artists behind the camera.  They ask Brandon if he thinks he can be
truly great at this or if they have seen something that is just not there.

   With this praise and a naturally willingness to please any man Brandon
agrees to be there putty.  They continue with their rough examination of
his body running their hands over his small chest feeling the small bumps
of muscles on his lower stomach and also caressing each of his pecks going
so far as to give his nipples each a little pinch.  They turn him around
and feel his shoulder blades, which stick out ever so slightly from his
back.

   This examination over they ask their girl assistant to go and fetch a
tape measure so they can start to size the boy.  The next test came when
they stepped away from Brandon and asked him to please remove the rest of
his clothes reminding him gently that great models are putty and his only
thoughts should be of making the photographer happy.  At this point Julie
was more than a little nervous.  Her instincts told her to get Brandon and
go.  Leave his shirt there, just grab him by the wrist and go.  As with
most gut instincts though, her mind quickly rationalized the situation to
have it make sense.

   She figured they did this all the time, that a studio this professional
and all these people here had to be on the up and up.  That, just like they
said, to be a true model Brandon must be putty and they should be able to
mold him in any way possible.  She also again felt that pride knowing that
her son could so quickly arose a man with inclinations towards young boys.
That she created a creature so lovely that got the attention she had always
craved from the opposite sex let her live vicariously through him.  Often
pretending it was her, in fact, that the men were gazing lustfully at.

   Brandon now stood there in his boxers.  They came to halfway down his
thighs and were white with a black lining at the top.  To say he looked
cute would only be the way an old grandmother would describe him.  He
looked wanton, lithe and sexy.  The staff took notice and again went to
Brandon to examine these new parts now uncovered.  Dropping to his knees,
the one caressed Brandon's calf and stroked his leg down to his foot. 
Exclamations of perfect, divine, and exemplary came from his lips.  after
caressing each leg in turn he told, not asked, but told Brandon to turn
around.

   Brandon did so immediately still giggling at this mans infatuation with
him.  The man standing next to Julie jealously gazing at his partners
touches on the lovely child delivered his line next.  Of course its alright
to remove his boxers so that we may measure and see the rest of him?" he
half asked and half told Julie.  On reflex she responded without
comprehension or thought of course.

   Before the course was out of her mouth Brandon stood there naked.  He
had neither time to protest nor any inclination left that what was
happening was anything but proper.  After all his mother was standing only
10 feet away from him.  He saw this scenario as little different than when
he went to the doctor or had to strip for his nightly bath.  Exquisite the
men exclaimed again.  It was now time to feed Julie's ego, giving her full
credit for the work of art in front of them.  Telling her how amazing she
was to have such a lovely son, and how wise she was to get him into
modeling now before these years and youthful beauty left him.

   Making her feel confident and wise in her decision while letting her
feel that as long as she was making the decisions she was in control over
what was happening was key to getting all they wanted out of this boy. 
Standing back the two men asked Brandon to turn around, to reach up real
high and to touch his toes.  They had him turn around again and both
without making any attempt to hide their gazes stared at the boys young
package.  He was small, circumcised, with the head of his cock laying
perfectly on his balls resting in the middle of them.  The balls were also
similarly small, maybe the size of a jelly bean each.  Like the rest of
this boy his hairless genitals leant themselves perfectly to his aura of
innocence and sexuality.

   Making him turn around again they both stared at his pale and shapely
ass.  It seemed to have a perfect arch away and back into the boys body. 
The firmness of it could be seen without even having to caress it.  With
his feet together the muscled dimples could be seen in each side, legs
apart the perfect ass lost these impressions.  This part of the boy though,
did not lead to thoughts of innocence, instead it only led to mental images
of the boy bent over something, legs spread wide while cock after cock was
pounded into this perfect little ass.

   They could hear the boys screams and protests as the last of his
innocence was pounded out of him.  A body this perfect, and an ass this
fine would only lead to one thing in their industry.  No one would be
willing to leave this boy alone for long.  This thought made the two men
smile knowing that yet again they had found a perfect boy with a mom that,
even if she didn't realize it yet, was going to let them do whatever they
wanted with her son.

   Julie was momentarily distracted by the timely return of the young lady
with a cloth measuring tape.  She hands it over the men and stands back
also lavishing praise on how wonderful it must be for Julie to have such a
perfect specimen as her son.  She tells her how he is the prettiest boy or
girl that has been in here for ages.  The man with the tape measure starts
at Brandon's shoulders throwing out numbers to his partner while he
manhandles and poses the boy for each measuring.  He measures his head,
chest and waste.  He gets on his knees and tells the boy to spread his legs
a little, wrapping the tape measure around each thigh while massaging and
feeling the boy at the same time.  His hands squeeze the very top of
Brandon's inside thigh so that the boys balls have no choice but to rest on
the top of his hand.

   He repeats the same process on the other side, again getting the same
thrill of having the boys immature sex rest on his hand.  All the while he
makes sure he does not block the moms view of this show.  It must seem
utterly necessary and professional while still eliciting a protective
response from the mom.  Only in these ways can Julie get used to the
gradual shock of this new world in which her son ceases to become a boy and
instead becomes a sex object and plaything.

   After measuring his feet and calves he turns his attention to the boys
cock without hesitation lifting it and moving it from side to side.  He
uses the tape measure to and calls out 1.6 inches.  Then after lifting and
feeling the boys balls he turns Brandon around and starts to take various
measurements of his inside should blade width, his lower back, and then
settles in to examine the boys ass.  He measures from top to bottom, side
to side and as he has been trained to do, pulls the checks apart to check
on the boys most private part.  He looks for tell tale signs of sexual
activity, stretching, discoloration, and the likes.  Seeing none he
hopefully concludes that this boy is all virgin.

   Concluding this portion he asks the other man if he needs a full
erection measurement as well.  The man turns to his young assistant and
tells her to take Brandon behind the screen and get that measurement as
well.  Telling Brandon to follow her she walks behind a curtain.  Julie
knows what she heard and had almost processed it when she saw her son
disappear with this vixen behind the screen.  The two men laugh and tell
her quickly that this will definitely be Brandon's favorite part of
modeling and that its good to let him have some fun as well since she will
be making all the money.

   They continue talking Julie up telling her that they have several jobs
in mind for Brandon and they hope she will be able to accept them.  They
let her know that with his beauty she should never accept the rate on the
sheet, that double or even triple is what she should demand.  They say of
course for those types of rates you wont be able to dictate much about what
the photographer wants out of him, but for over $5,000.  per hour no one
ever complains.

   After almost 10 minutes the assistant comes from behind the curtain and
walks out with a coy smile.  Brandon needs another minute and will be out
she claims.  I gave him a pair of the artsies to put on so you can take a
couple test shots.  Artsies were underwear that covered only the boys
genitals.  Almost like the smallest of thongs, the boys ass and other areas
remained completely exposed.  Brandon with a very red face making it look
like he just came from running a race walked out with the artsies on. 
Perfect the men exclaimed, lets see if you model as good as we think you
do.

   The had Brandon stand in a variety of normal poses.  Walking, waving,
smiling and the like until routine and boredom set into Julie and her son.
They then had him lay on the ground, doing similar shots.  Pretend
sleeping, doing a sit up, a push up and sitting Indian style.  Once those
poses were over the one photographer goes to Julie and again, half asking
and half telling her, that they are now going to do what some would call
erotic poses.  Note that they did not ask her for her permission, only if
she was ok to stay and watch or would she like to make use out of one of
their private sitting rooms.  Julie both nervous for her son, but excited
to see what poses they are would consider erotic from a ten year old boy,
chose to stay.

   The first pose had Brandon standing legs slightly apart, hip out to one
side with his right hand crossing his chest and resting on his left
shoulder and his left hand coming to rest under his right hip, low enough
so that his arm was somewhat covering the material on his skimpy undies. 
Several more standing poses like this occurred when they then had Brandon
change into just his boxers again.

   With him standing they had him repeat several of the poses and then
started having him pull his boxers down little by little so that the bones
of his hips were exposed and then the top of his pubis where he would
someday have hair, was also exposed for the camera.  They had him reach his
hand in his boxers and pretend to grab or cover his small penis.  They had
him turn around and repeated the slow decent of his boxers to expose the
top of his smallish ass.

   Brandon to his credit became instantly taken with the idea of pleasing
these two men who were working with him.  He relished the smiles they would
give him when he complied with their wishes.  Being 10 he was not as
completely innocent as what his mother may have thought.  He very much knew
what these men were.  He also had some vague notions of what they wanted
from him.  Not just a month ago he was approached in a restroom at a gas
station by a man who offered him $5.  just to watch Brandon pee.  Brandon
happily accepted at the time both excited at the money and at having
someone ogling over him.

   Before he finished peeing the man offered him a full $20.  just to help
Brandon shake his cock.  Brandon was more than happy to leave with the
$25., but not as thrilled when the man with rough hands did more than just
shake his penis.  The man roughly grabbed it and stroked it pawing at his
cock and balls.  He squeezed it several times trying to milk it like a cows
udder.  Brandon with wide eyes and that feeling of excitement every
youngster gets when they first realize what more their bodies can do for
them, both enjoyed and hated this experience.  After just a few moments,
perhaps under a minute the man bolted out of the bathroom.  Brandon felt
both relieved and abandoned wishing for more attention, but glad the danger
had passed.

   The same feelings he had felt then had now resurfaced.  The two men were
posing Brandon on a couch, having Brandon bent over the armrest on one
side. Feet apart, head down on a pillow the men took rope and started to
bind his hands behind his back.  With a verbal protest from Brandon, Julie
snapped to attention to once again try to be the boy's mother.  This is the
type of erotica that sells Julie.  Well there are a few types, but since
Brandon is just starting this is our best option for now.  Its a very
simple concept, we pose Brandon in ways were he could be fucked and then
make him powerless to stop it.

   Julie was speechless, for this was the first time that anyone had
overtly told her that Brandon was being posed not as a model for the Sears
catalog but rather for men to masturbate on.  This was another critical
moment, she looked at Brandon who now with his hands tied behind his back,
his feet apart ass perfectly positioned for fucking, and his head down
resting side ways looking at the camera would make any pedo cum without a
single touch.  The men choose this moment to remind her that she is getting
paid $5000 an hour for them to simply take some pictures of a boy only she
could have produced.

   That Brandon is an amazing boy that should have all that this money can
provide them and that when God gives you such beauty it is a crime to not
share it.  All of these assurances were not needed, Julie was only reacting
to an instinct that told her to say something when her son protested.  She
was enthralled by the scene before her, seeing Brandon in such a position
with men fondling him while they posed him made her horny beyond belief. 
She wished it were her in his position, but with that not being possible,
she was happy to live vicariously through him.  She was secretly hoping
they would push it further.

   She told them not to worry, that she understood all that Brandon was
required to do and to please continue.  That they should not hesitate to do
whatever they wanted to get the best shots.  Both men's cocks swelled at
such an open statement coming from the boys mother.  They were hoping to
just push it a little further and then to pass the boy off to the next
stage in getting them hooked onto the money and leading Julie and her son
down into the darkest corners of kiddie porn.  Here they had Julie who
seemed to be visibly excited by the prospect of them molesting her son and
in fact was almost cheering them on to do so.

   Mollified that Julie was on board they turned their attentions to
Brandon.  Stroking his ego as well as making him think they were
disappointed in him.  Playing with his need for praise and attention while
letting him know there was no one better at this than him.  They apologized
for not letting him know what the plans were for his wrists and told him
that with most professional models they are used to just molding them into
the positions and scenarios they want.  That having to explain to the model
can be very time consuming and since he is worth so much per hour, that no
one is going to want to do that.

   They again asked Brandon whether he thought he could make them happy and
be the pro they thought they saw in him.  They asked him if he needed
everything explained first or if he was able to be smart enough to just go
with it.  Just like with the boys mom they had not need worry about
Brandon's willingness to please.  He very much wanted to continue.

   With his hands tied behind him and being bent over the couch they gave
him instructions on faces.  Show me a smile, now pretend to be frightened,
struggle a little with your binds.  Close your eyes, open you mouth, good
very good.  The one man went behind Brandon and proceeded to pull the boy's
boxers down so his ass was now half exposed.  He slid his hand down the
middle of Brandon's back into his hair, grabbed a handful and pulled back
causing Brandon's head to come back and for pain and surprise to shoot
across his face.d

   With perfect timing the man behind the camera yells awesome, perfect,
yes Brandon just like that, wow amazing.  Brandon was happy to pretend that
the looks of pain and surprise were all part of his amazing modeling
skills. The man then pushed his head hard into the couch with similar
encouragement from the photographer Brandon again did his part of "acting"
appropriately for the scene.  They had Brandon open his mouth wider, wider.

   They had the man stand in front of the boy, just off to the side with
his back to the camera so you can see Brandon's open mouth while the viewer
knew what the man's intent was.  The man then stood again behind Brandon
and pulled the boxers down to around his knees, completely revealing the
smooth ass to all.  Picture after picture was taken of Julie's son.  So
many in this pose that Julie found herself getting bored and hoping for a
scene with even more excitement.  Something to re-wet her now drying pussy.
As those thoughts came into her mind she heard the photographer tell his
partner "gag him".

   A flush of excitement re-entered Julie's body as she watched her son
become even more erotic.  They used a simple bandana to gag the boy, still
keeping him in the exposed position.  They now removed his boxers
completely and spread his legs wide.  She saw the one man run his hand down
her son's exposed ass pushing his middle finger into the crevice while
doing so.  She once again found herself horrified at the scene and jealous
of her son.  They again started to take pictures from all angles and again
the man grabbed her sons hair and manhandled his small head into different
positions.  They told the boy to relax for a minute and asked Julie for a
quiet word.

   Out of ear shot from Brandon they asked Julie if she preferred them to
use fake tears or would it be ok to elicit real ones?  Julie seeming to not
understand the question looked dumb struck at this.  The one went on to
explain that obviously real ones are preferred, but sometimes with amateurs
they are willing to use fake ones.  They told her that they could, perhaps
use Brandon a little longer today and get some more needed shots of a quick
spanking that would elicit some tears and that they could then finish this
shoot with those.  The cloud of thoughts that filled Julie's head were
many, but only one question came to her mind to clarify her mind.

   "Why do you need tears?" she asked.

   "Well Julie," the man explained.  "Men are looking at these pictures of
your son and they are assuming he is going to be fucked in this position.
If he was fucked while being bound and gagged, he would most likely cry. 
So what we want is to give men the sense that there wishes were granted and
that Brandon was fucked long and hard."

   For the last hour the men were both mostly hard.  Seeing a boy as cute
as Brandon in these overtly sexual positions left them in a constant state
of horny frustration.  What they heard next however, made both of their
cocks go from mostly hard, to solid pieces of steel.

   "Why don't you just fuck him?" the boys mother quietly asked.

   For the first time in a very long while, the two men were floored.  "You
want us to fuck your son?" they asked.

   "Well know I don't want you to," Julie lied, "but isn't that what you
would normally do, and isn't he going to get fucked soon enough?"

   Julie was right on both accounts.  Julie tried to mask her arousal as
logic, but her quickened heart rate and her jagged breaths gave her needs
away.

   The men exchanged excited glances, "Which one would you prefer do the
honors?" Julie looked them over and chose the smaller of the two.  The man
quickly agreed and promised to be gently.

   Julie again flooring the two men said, "But I thought you wanted tears".
The man said well I think we are going to get that no matter what, as he
did he took Julie's hand and pressed it into his crotch.  Julie felt part
of what had to be a mammoth sized cock.  She instantly felt regret at her
boldness, but couldn't deny that she wanted nothing else at the moment than
to see these hot guys use her son.

   The men called in their young female assistant and gave her two keywords
"lock n load".

   "Really?" she asked with some surprise and hesitation.

   "That's what the mom wants," he responds.  "How do you want him
prepared?"

   They decided to keep him how he was and to let the girl work her magic
on the boys ass so he wouldn't have any problems taking the mans large
cock. The girl whispers quietly into the boys ear and elicits a shy smile
from the bound, bent and gagged boy.  The caresses his upper back, over his
hands and runs her hands down over his inviting cheeks.

   She proceeds to kneel behind him and with one hand she glides it up
under him to gently caress and fondle his cock and balls.  With the other
the pretty girl pulls his ass open and leans in, tongue out, to give the
boy a tongue bath he would never forget.  She gently licks the boys ass,
probing her tongue into his hole with a surprise gasp coming from the boy.

   She works just his cock now with the one hand, stroking and milking it
making him hard.  Her tongue continues to wet and dive deeper into his
virgin hole.  She pushes and retreats again and again while adding more
spit to his tight ass.  The boy, now eager to feel more, relaxes his tight
hole and is rewarded with more of her tongue entering his backside.  She
tongue fucks him for many long minutes, continuing to slowly mile his cock
the whole time.

   His mother now forgotten by all in the room feels like a virgin again
herself standing there watching this forbidden scene.  The girl leans back
and puts a finger in her mouth, slicking it with spit.  She eases it
through his crevice and pushes it full into the boy.  Finger fucking the
boy for several minutes, she adds a second finger to the now discomforted
boy.

   Ignoring his discomfort, she stretches the boys whole firmly fucking him
with both.  Removing her second hand from his cock she combines one finger
from her left hand to the two from her right and now, somewhat roughly,
pushes three fingers into the small child.  The boys heads comes back and
through his gag he tries to voice his obvious pain.

   The girl, paying no head to this, continues to assault his small hole
with her now three punching fingers.  She constantly stretches and pushes
at the side of his anus trying to get it to dilate to its fullest extent.

   The man chosen to fuck Brandon steps forward, now completely naked
except for a black mask which covers his entire head.  His cock jets out in
what seems to be an impossible proportion with his otherwise average size.
The cock itself was at least 9 inches in length and as wide as the boys
wrists.  Julie now more than ever wanted to stop this.

   Despite the orgasm she had while watching the girl rim her boy, she now
was thinking only with her head and no longer wanted to see Brandon used by
this monster cock.  The man asked the girl still working to open Brandon's
ass if he was ready.  "Just a few more minutes, this cutie is really really
tight.  I think this may be the first true virgin we have seen in a while"
The man happily steps to the boys head and removes the gag from his mouth.

   The boy quickly opening his mouth to shout, to scream, to cry out in
horror only finds it filled just as quickly with the mans cock.

   "Get it as wet as you can and it will hurt less boy." The nice man
seemed to be gone, what was left was an animal with an animals desire.  The
man switched from giving Brandon's cheeks little slaps, to grabbing his
ears pulling on his hair.  The man could not get much more than just the
head of his cock in the boys mouth so in frustration he found himself
smacking Brandon's face with it, rubbing his cock all over his cheeks and
in his hair.  He was now rubbing his balls all over Brandon's face,
pressing them hard into him.

   The girl said, "He's as ready as I can make him without some more time
and dildos, he probably won't walk right for a week but I don't think you
will tear him."

   Julie's mind was racing for a way to stop the scene in front of her
while saving face and keeping Brandon in the business.  That was before she
saw the man rub his cock over her sons face, the combination of seeing her
innocent son in such a compromised position, with a cock she wanted so bad
being rubbed all over him, made her again want to see her son fucked. 
Really she wanted to be fucked, but if she couldn't be, then watching her
son take the giant cock would have to do.  The man stepped behind the boy
as the girl assistant stepped out towards Julie.

   Tears were easily rolling down Brandon's cheek as the man was rubbing
his cock up and down the valley of his ass.  The man turned over completely
to lust slaps the thin boys ass with a hard whack.  With his cock lined up
at the boys entrance the man pushes hard and pulls the boy backwards by his
hips.

   Fucking the tight ass of a young boy is not as easy as one might think,
especially with a 9inch cock.  The man knowing that these early jabs were
feeble calls for the assistant to grab some pop.  Julie can only think of
soda, while Brandon is still too busy struggling to think at all.

   The girl brings back a small vial which she uncorks and places beneath
Brandon's nose.  She closes one nostril for him and tells him to breath in
deeply.  Brandon, even under such duress, quickly follows her orders.  His
mind goes foggy, his limbs go limp and then lightning shoots through his
body as the man pushes his cock deep into the boy.  Managing less than half
of the total length of his cock the man calls out for some lube.

   "Never gonna happen without something more than spit, I think my cock
probably hurts as much as the boys ass.  Well almost as much".  With that
the young assistant hands him a bottle of Ky.  He pulls out a little and
proceeds to pour the liquid down Brandon's ass and lets it flow around his
cock.

   "Hit him again with the pop," he tells the assistant.  Again she puts
the vial under the boys nose and makes him breath deeply.  The man thrusts
deeper into the boys ass causing the couch to actually move with the force
of the impact.  Brandon's mom looks on, seeing the beauty that exists in
watching something so pure be violated so completely.  She doesn't see the
boy whom she has cared for all his life, instead she sees an object, one
that elicits the darkest desires in her.

   Julie gasps as she sees the cock press further into the boys stretched
ass.  Without any consciousness of what she was doing she pleads in a voice
that she wasn't quite sure was hers, "Harder".

   Hearing this request from the boy's mother the man pulls back almost to
his cocks tip out of the tight ass.  Then with all the force he can muster
pushes hard back into Brandon.  He does this again and again building up to
a jackhammer like pace that fills the room the room with the loud thuds
every time his hips rocket forward.  Even with such brutal force Julie can
see that at least 2 inches have yet to penetrate the boys ass.  Caring only
for the wetness between her legs and for the depravity that was fueling her
desire she lets out another command, "Deeper".

   Hearing this the man pushes into Brandon as far as he has made it so far
and starts to grind hard into the boy.  Grabbing the boys slim waste he
combines the grinds with small little thrusts.  He feels the angle he has
been looking for and pulls hard back on the boys hips while he thrusting
forward.  The thrilling sounds of the slap as flesh meets flesh was heard
by all in the room.  Julie can no longer see any of the mans penis, instead
she only sees him and her son joined as one.

   The mans pelvis pushing into the boys ass.  Brandon for his part, who
had only moments before stopped crying into his gag, let out a new protest
of screams and spasms.  The man in a moment of tenderness brushes the hair
back out of Brandon's face.  He wipes the tears off of the boys cheeks and
gently caresses the boys face and hair.

   Feeling Brandon's ass relaxing his once gentle touch again turned rough
as he gripped the kid by his neck and slowly backing his cock out slammed
it again all the way in to his abused ass.  Again and again the man pounded
deep into the boys guts, Julie lost in orgasm, watched as the sexy man used
her son in such a complete and total way.  She found herself wishing that
the cock was even larger, or that more men surrounded her son all with
angry cocks aching for relief.

   As these thoughts flooded her mind, the man with a final grunt flooded
her son's insides with jet after jet of cum.  After his orgasm subsided he
slowly withdrawals the 9 inches from the boys sore and gaping hole.  He
looks at his partner behind the camera and asks him if he would like to
trade.  The man agrees and strips and in an instants.

   Wait the young girl assistant cries out before the new cock is presented
to Brandon.  "How about we let the mother comfort him first?" she asks. 
"Maybe she can help him enjoy this next cock a little more?"
   End Part 1