------------------------------------------------------- WARNING: This text file contains material of an adult, explicit, possibly VIOLENT sexual nature. If you are uncomfortable reading material of this kind, please delete this file immediately. Under no circumstances is this file to be read or poessessed by persons under 21 years of age. ------------------------------------------------------- Wayne Is Prostituted (M/b*, anal, ped, rape) part 1 of 2 by Liam An Scribhneoir Wayne had always been a troublesome boy since birth, always getting into trouble. He even set his parents' house and fire and tried to run away from home as at the age of five. By the time he was 10, he had cost them over $30,000 in fines, judgments, replacement fees, etc. for others' property that he had ruined His parents were on the verge of giving up on him. The only positive point for the boy was that he did still attend school, and liked math. At the start of the year, he had a new teacher named Mr. Thomas Jacobson. Mr. Jacobson, a likeable man who put everyone immediately at ease, was quite athletic despite his 47 years: he ran, lifted weights, and swam. Wayne's parents were overjoyed when the man took an interest in the boy, hoping that he might be able to straighten out the boy. After a long discussion with Wayne's father, Mr. Jacobson arranged to give Wayne some special tutoring the next Saturday. The boy argued about it, but finally agreed. The teacher's house was outside the city, but Wayne insisted on riding his bike there. He arrived around noon. Mr. Jacobson opened the door at the boy's first knock. "Wayne, you're looking well. Come in." They sat down on opposite sides on the coffee table with books piled on it. "Want a coke?" "Sure." "Just a minute." Mr. Jacobson walked into the kitchen, and Wayne heard him open and pour a coke. Giving it to the boy and sat back down. "Okay, let's begin." They covered some things that Wayne already knew, then branched into new material. The boy had almost finished his coke when suddenly he felt very sleepy. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He'd had a good night's sleep. Suddenly, he slumped forward onto the table and passed out. As Wayne awoke, he slowly became aware that he was prone on a bed. When he tried to move however, he discovered that he couldn't. Lifting his head, he saw that his wrists were bound with cloth restraints; he tried to kick his legs, but found that his ankles too were bound. He was spread-eagled in the middle of the bed, and somehow pillows had become bunched-up under his belly, and he was not very comfortable. He also realized that he was completely naked. "Hey." he yelled "Heeey...." The door opened, and in walked Mr. Jacobson. "Well, it would seem you're finally wake. Good. Now, stay quiet". He smiled and left. Time passed, and Wayne tried to puzzle out what was happening. He heard the front door open and close. Then the door to the room opened. In walked a man much older than the boy's father's. He shut the door behind him. "Hey, help me." The man walked over to the boy, then ran his rough hands over the boy's back and down to his baby-smooth hairless buttocks. "Nice" he whispered. "Hey, aren't you gonna help?" "Yes, boy, I plan to help." replied the man as he grinned broadly. Taking a bottle from a nightstand, he poured baby oil liberally over the buttocks and in the crack between them. Then walked down past where the boy could see. Wayne could hear some rustling noises, but couldn't tell what was happening. When the man stepped back into view, he was completely naked and sporting a hard-on that was remarkable not just because of it's thickness but because it had a huge reddish purple mushroom-shaped head. Grasping the shaft in his own hands, the man stroked it. Without a word, he climbed on the bed and between Wayne's wide spread legs. Spreading the slender soft butt cheeks wide, he pressed the enormous cock head against the boy's tiny, pink hole, completely obscuring the hole from sight. Then he started to press forward, harder and harder, and Wayne began to squirm as he felt the pressure build against his ass. He tried kicking the man, but the straps held him firmly. "Stop it. Stop it! I'm gonna tell my father." Suddenly, the man grabbed the boy's hips, and forced the enormous head into the boy's hole followed by an inch of the thick shaft. Wayne's butthole felt like it was being torn wide open, and he screamed. The man unhesitatingly forced the remaining inches of his steel-hard shaft up the boy's hole in one shove, so hard and so fast that the boy passed out from the pain. This didn't bother the man, who immediately began brutally fucking the limp boy, and was still ramming it to him when the boy revived. Wayne could feel the huge head scraping the insides of his shit-chute, the lips clinging to the shaft as the man pushed and pulled it in and out, his butthole burning and throbbing from the assault. The fucking seemed endless, and Wayne began to wonder if the man was going to fuck him to death, as he felt as if the man was ripping him open. No matter how much he screamed, cried and begged, the man just kept on. Finally, it grew so brutal that the man was actually lifting himself free of the boy, balancing on his toes and palms of his hands with just the head still in the boy's butthole, and then letting himself drop down full force, driving his huge cock as far as possible into the boy. Suddenly, on one of the drops, the man's feet stiffened, his toes curled, his fingers dug into the mattress as he arched backwards, his face to the ceiling. He let out a deep, throaty growl like some enraged animal. The boy could feel the huge cock pulsing deep inside him as the man came and came and came inside him, flooding his guts wioth his seed. Then the man lay still on top of the boy. Eventually the man climbed off the boy. He looked first at his soft cock, noting the streaks of red on it, then at the red fluids oozing from the boy's battered hole. The man grinned and laughed. "Hot damn!" he exclaimed "Your pimp said you were a virgin, and by damn, you were!" As he dressed, Thomas came into the room, and asked "Well?" "He was everything that you said he would be. And you weren't shitting me ? he really was virgin! His hole was the tightest I've ever had. I loved destroying his cherry by wrecking his hole. Here." He fished a roll of bills from his pocket. "Here ya go, $700, and he was worth every fuckin' penny." "Glad to hear it. I always try to provide the best merchandise, and I'm especially pleased when I can fully satisfy a customer." "Hey, thank you for contacting me. If you get any similar boys in the future ?" "I promise that you'll be the first client I contact." "Good man." Thomas showed the man to the front door. What followed was an unending stream of men, mainly white or Latino, but with some blacks and even a few Asians mixed in, ranging in age from guys in their fifties to a couple of college mens and one boy who couldn't have been more than 15. One was even a man in a business-suite. The cocks were all sizes, shapes, and colors; some with foreskins and some circumcised; some with plum-shaped heads, others with mushroom-shaped ones, and still others shaped like large acorns. Regardless, each man who entered the room stripped, rammed his hard cock up the boy's helpless butt-hole as each man before him had done, and fucked him, finally coming inside the boy, his cum mixing with that from all the other men. Some of the men were rough, but none were as rough as the first man who got the boy's cherry. Some of them were tender; but none of them made the slightest attempt to release the boy. After each shot his load in the boy, he dressed and paid Thomas some money. The afternoon drew into evening and evening into night. Finally sometime in the night the stream of men stopped. Wayne had long lost count, but in fact 16 different men had fucked him in the time since he awoke. Mr. Jacobson entered the room again. "Well, Wayne, you did well. I believe I'll arrange for you to go across the border into Mexico. A friend of mine who's a doctor there is always looking for new boys." He ran his hands over the boy's buttocks. "Latinos there pay well for your type: soft skinned pale little blonde boys. Oh, in case you're wondering, your dad won't be coming to look for you. In fact, he paid me $1000 to kidnap you. He said he'd had enough of your disobedience and backtalk and all the destruction you've done and the money you've cost him that he has to pay for. He said $1000 was cheap. So, when I sell ya to my doctor friend for $1000, I'll actually have been paid twice for ya. Add in the $700 that Will paid me for your cherry and the $1500 those other men paid me, and you've made me $4200 in 10 hours." He left the room and closed the door again, leaving Wayne still tied spread-eagle and naked. The boy's heart sank at the thought of spending the rest of his life being used as a fuckhole by an unending stream of strange men. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many years as a convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*