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story codes: (Mb, bb, tb, oral, anal, first, nc, interr, cp, best, group)   
style: contemporary-prostitution


  
"Where the list of sins
Grew beyond a fable
They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom" - COF


SON OF A WHORE     by DEBONAIR

1.

   At the end of my sixth summer, my mother joined the illicit 
organization of a new pimp nicknamed Slick. The tattooed man in his
late twenties intimidated me because he dressed like a biker and 
sported a scraggy beard. Every weekend, he showed up to keep an eye
on me while my mom whored for him. I clammed up when this stranger 
visited. His evil smile and the manner by which he addressed me left
me speechless, " D'ya Wanna watch a Disney flick, lil' fuck? "

Obviously, he didn't hold a high opinion of us. We were nothing but 
trash to him. Yes, it was true that my mom and I occupied a wretched 
apartment in the basement of a decrepit building, located in the 
middle of the factories, near the train tracks. But, I was too small 
to understand our precarious condition and the cruelty of social 
bondage. His contempt saddened me.

Instinctively, I kept a safe distance from the vulgar adult. Alas, 
Slick insisted on cuddling me. Even at six-years-old, I could tell 
his caresses were not signs of affection, without being able to 
conceive what truly motivated them. The man with wandering hands 
was the first real masculine presence in my short existence. I had 
not met other grown males to compare and deemed his inappropriate 
behaviour as somewhat normal.

At the time, I was a perfectly naive scamp. A scrawny creature - 
albeit adorable - with a button nose and bright blue eyes. The 
healthy mane of curly hazel hair cascading around my head framed my 
pale mug, making me look a like regal child of the Middle Ages. 

On a certain evening, as I watched cartoons before bedtime, 
something out of the ordinary happened. I was perched on the knees 
of the pimp, wearing my white jammies decorated with tropical 
fishies, focusing on the tomfooleries of the animated characters. 
As usual, Slick massaged my tummy under the flannel fabric. His 
hand went up and rubbed my teeny nipples. All of a sudden, my penis 
twitched, awoken by the tactile initiative. 

Slick noticed my arousal, " You're horny as hell, uh? You love it 
when I play with your titties, you filthy lil' slut? "

I shook my head no, then yes, utterly confused. 

His hand slithered inside my pajama bottom and cupped my genitals. 
The huge lump of his erection swelled under my little bum. I 
returned my attention to the TV screen, as if nothing was happening, 
while the man fondled my package. His audacious stroking hardened 
my pricklet. The foreskin retracted behind the cherry head. With 
two humid fingers, Slick teased the tip. I couldn't help but purr 
despite the uneasiness I felt, resulting from his intimate gesture.

His fingers started going up and down my stiffy. Brand new 
sensations travelled in my immature body. They were delicious and 
scared me at the same time. I couldn't possibly foresee I would be 
experiencing an orgasm precociously. The stirrings seduced me into 
a lull and I elected to bask in the warm gooey feelings.

Slick estimated my pleasure, scrutinizing the level of tension 
expressed by the bare feet poking out of the legs of my pajamas. 
They curved inward whenever the stimulation was too enthusiastic. 
All ten tiny toes curled up! 

He suspended the delights and took a pause.

For thirty minutes, the despot brought me to the edge of ecstasy 
again and again, applied a veto before ultimate relief. I turned my 
head, looked up at him, discomfited, begging for deliverance without 
emitting a peep. But, my torturer was determined to give me a 
dazzling first cum. He pursued in the same fashion, some tugging, a 
pause, and then he started over. The frustration of all those 
interruptions drove me crazy.

When the cartoons ended, signalling bedtime, Slick lowered my pajama 
bottom in order to gain more yanking latitude. My poor penis, red 
and straining, was on the verge of tearing up! He pulled on it with 
a sustained ardour.

" Uhhh! ANNGGH! ANNNNGHHHH!  Pleeze, stop! ANNNGGGGHH! " I bellowed, 
kicking the air.

" It's gonna be wonderful. You'll see! " Slick murmured. His fingers 
pinched my dick and rubbed it frantically. My little balls danced 
between my thighs. He kept on tug, tug, tug, tugging.

" UNNGGH! UGHHHH! " I hollered, bouncing on his lap. The electric 
shivers of my dry orgasm spurred my carcass mercilessly. A series of 
violent spasms made my limbs tremble. I felt powerless against the 
feelings overwhelming me from inside. Finally, the storm of pleasure 
abated, leaving me bewildered.

   From then on, things escalated quickly. Every time the pervert 
came around, I found myself naked. He made me climax using his fingers 
or his mouth. I had to return the favour, grab his enormous cock in 
my little fist and jerk it until ropes of cream spewed on my belly 
button. The viscous substance disgusted me.

There were more elaborate 'games' of a similar nature. In one of them, 
I took on the role of a fugitive KGB spy. Slick always discovered my 
hiding spot and hauled me to the interrogation room - a closet - 
calling me a 'fuckin' commie'. There, he tied my wrists to the hanger 
rod with two pieces of rope. I squirmed as he pulled down my shorts 
and stole my underwear. I pretended to be frightened, nude from the 
waist down and hanging there like a coat.

" Are you gonna reveal your mission, traitor? " He screamed, holding 
a butter knife under my scrotum, threatening to emasculate me.

" Never! " I squealed. The cheery tone of my response betrayed my 
giddiness, for that game was fun and highly erotic. I popped a boner 
every time.

Slick rolled my pee-stained briefs into a ball and stuffed them in my 
mouth. The torture could begin. He tweaked my nipples and spanked my 
bottom. I squirmed some more, kicked him and gnawed my underpants. 
This lasted a while. Well, five minutes for a six-year-old boy is a 
very long time.

In the end, I could not divulge what I did not know. So, the man 
knelt down and sucked my penis to a satisfying climax. Then, he 
proceeded to jack off in front of my nose. 

I clearly remember the image of his cock pointed at me like a gun. 
The sole eye of the bulbous head stared up menacingly. It always took 
me by surprise when the fountain of boiling ejaculate erupted from it 
and splashed all over my mug. I trashed against my bounds but could 
not avoid the nasty facial.

   Of course, my mother spotted the red marks around my wrists. 

" Did Slick do this to you? " She inquired sternly.

" Uhhh, no. It's... uhh... " I responded, trying to come up with a 
rational answer, each second inviting peril. But, she just stared 
blankly at me and lit up a Virginia Slim. She exhaled a puff of smoke 
and didn't press on. I realized then that she had practically given 
Slick a license to do whatever he pleased with me. We were moments 
away from living in a cardboard box. The pimp paid the rent. It was 
all that counted.

   Sometimes, Slick brought over 'little friends' to the basement 
apartment. Other sons of whores. Uninhibited children of the many 
hens working at his escort service. The rambunctious gang consisted 
of three to five boys. We participated in sex games, borne out of 
the lurid imagination of our guardian: naked twister, wrestling, 
strip poker and the likes.

The gathering invariably turned into a prepubescent orgy. Slick 
challenged us to kiss each other, touch and suck our peters. I 
engaged in many occurrences of debauchery. Being the youngest meant 
the big boys exploited my diminutive stature. Down on all four, I 
sucked one of those bullies while the others attempted to insert 
their short boners in my anus. They all failed miserably or managed 
to pump me a minute before it slipped out. Slick contemplated the 
tableau, quietly masturbating on the couch.

Because I made funny grimaces and yelps of joy escaped my lips when 
I got excited, the young guests liked to take care of my cocktail 
weenie. Two at a time, they slobbered over it. They nibbled my 
scrotum and played with my nuts. The oral blitz triggered fantastic 
dry orgasms. 

   Of that period, a boy in particular remains etched in my memory. 
A black kid of thirteen called Tyreese. The athletic type, 
domineering, with the silhouette of a panther. His dark skin was 
fascinating. His teeth were luminous and a fuzzy layer of bristly 
hair adorned his oval-shaped noggin.

I could detect a certain animosity emanating from his person. He 
removed his high top sneakers and white socks. Then, he asked me to 
kiss his bare feet. I obeyed the strange request, unaware that he 
derived some gratification from seeing a lily-white kid submit to his 
will. He undressed casually. I imitated him, eager to have fun with 
the dark boy. The size of his dick stunned me considering he was at 
the onset of puberty. The long erect sausage projected up well beyond 
the slope of his pubic bone. 

" Suck my balls. " He demanded.

I gobbled up the pendulous orbs. Without his asking, I lapped up his 
brown penis, cleaning the trails of pre-cum seeping from the flaring 
piss slit. Soon, the whole thing gleamed from my saliva. Tyreese eyed 
me scornfully atop his long legs. A diabolical flame twinkled in the 
middle of his pupils.

Holding my ears, he forced his dick between my lips. The rigid member 
sunk in my throat and I choked. Tyreese maintained his stoicism 
despite my moans of discomfort. " Do it! Suck my dick, lil' faggot! " 
He exhorted, fucking my mouth. I learned later on that his brothers 
initiated him to sex during infancy. He was just aping their brutality.

Prostrate at his feet, I let Tyreese abuse my mouth. Eventually, the 
tall black lad let go and I could breathe again. He flipped me over 
like a pancake and plunged his jaw between my buttocks. His tongue 
wiggled on my poop hole. The frisky muscle darted, licked and tickled. 
He spread my buns and went berserk on my hole. It was paradise! My 
brain floated in an ocean of rapture when Tyreese decided to slip into 
me. 

I flinched. 

The pain of the penetration shot up my spine. His penis was nothing 
like the snails of the other kids!

" Aoooow! Aoooww! AOOOW! " I protested, throwing a pitiful glance at 
Slick. My potential saviour continued to masturbate, unconcerned by my 
grievance. " Yeah, pop the lil' bastard's cherry. " He said candidly.

Tyreese crushed me under his weight and began raping my butt 
energetically. My chin on the floor, I grunted, feeling the teenage 
prick slide in and out my tiny hole. It invaded my guts deeper and 
deeper, much to my dismay. " Ohhh yeah, Ohhhh dat's fine! Hmmmmm! " 
Tyreese exalted, copulating with the gusto of a rabbit. The fragile 
pillars of my ego crumbled. " Stop! Pleeeeeze! ARGGH! ARGHHH! "

The theft of my virginity and my dignity enraged me, but any attempt 
to flee was out of the question. The youthful aggressor pinned my 
shoulders down and pumped my little white butt without mercy. " Oh 
yeah, I'm fawking u good, lil' faggot! " He scoffed at me.

After a while, I got accustomed to the relentless punches of his dick 
in my rectum. My tears ceased. The friction of the hot meat in my 
distended anus became almost pleasant and my penis stiffened. 
Nonetheless, I remained passive, accepting begrudgingly this 
enslavement, reasoning that it was another rite of passage. Surely, 
all first graders went through the same thing?

The hoodlum banged my six-year-old ass real well that first time, and 
for a long time. He pulled out of my entrails and brandished his dick 
in front of my face. I figured his intention and nourished myself 
with the throbbing flesh immediately. Tyreese moaned, swayed, and 
braced himself to cum. For a moment I forgot I was slurping on 
something fresh out of my butt, I pictured a chocolate bar in my mouth. 
Three spurts of sourish fluid brought me back to reality. I sampled my 
first wad of sperm.

   The sex parties with anonymous boys went on for years. I wallowed 
in the promiscuous encounters, ignoring the fact it was taboo. By the 
time I reached nine, I had become an accomplished cocksucker. Slick 
reaped the benefits of this singular talent. Blowjobs were a frequent 
part of our routine.

At that age, the school system had dutifully educated me on monsters 
like him. Unscrupulous pedophiles preying on vulnerable children. But, 
I could not muster the courage to denounce him, especially since my 
mother slowly disappeared from my life to fuel her addiction to drugs 
and alcohol.

So, I lounged between the hairy legs of her substitute. I provided a 
fabulous service. His phallus had no secrets for me anymore. I knew all
the ridges and all the erogenous zones. My pink tongue twirled on the 
large mushroom head. My mouth engulfed the entire adult pole. 

I was Slick's favourite chick, his personal whore.

" Ohhhh! You're gonna kill me! " He exclaimed before spilling a load. 
For a handful of quarters, I swallowed the flood of semen; otherwise I 
spit it out in the sink. 

Under the covers, I always waited for the man's peck on my cheek - the 
only expression of tenderness he was capable of. On the eve of my ninth 
birthday, Slick entered my bedroom, holding a syringe. I didn't have 
time to react. The needle pierced my arm and the swift embrace of the 
chemicals took me away.


2.

   Upon my waking up, I could barely remember having been stung by the
needle. My conscience wandered in a thick fog. Things cleared up slowly. 
I noticed my wrists were tied with straps to the wrought iron headboard 
of a bed. My body was virtually naked. The thin band of a green thong 
barely covered my private parts down the front and was buried in the 
cleft of my little butt at the back.

I scanned the room where I had ended up without my consent. It would 
have been empty if not for the bed and a commode. This wasn't the 
birthday present I had envisioned for my ninth birthday! A small window 
in the door let me catch a glimpse of passing silhouettes.

A man threw a glance in the cell and opened the door.

" You're awake, sleepy head. We can start the lessons. " He mumbled.

The disquieting fellow wore black trousers and a vest. The neatly 
trimmed moustache over his upper lip contributed to his austere 
appearance. He moved with elegance towards me and unsecured my bounds. 
Out of the blue, the middle-aged man delivered a strike of his riding 
crop to my back. " Ouch! " With his other hand, he grasped a handful of 
locks on my head and threw me on the wooden slats.

Drowsy from sleep, I remained on my knees while he wrapped a dog collar 
around my neck. Then, he pulled on the leash and inflicted three swats 
of the riding crop to my buns. " Ouch! "

" Be a good doggy, now! "

I crawled on the cold floor. The volleys of the thin whip rained on my 
tender behind. " Ouch! Ouch! It hurts! Ouch! Mister! "

" My name is Mr. Hardwick. I'm the boss here. You will do exactly as I 
say or else you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?"

" Yes, Mister Hardwick. " I whined, crawling faster, my butt up in the 
air streaked with scarlet lines. -SWISH - SWISH - SWISH - The riding 
crop rose and descended. It bit into the delicate skin of my buttocks 
so painfully. Finally, he yanked the leash back and obliged me to sit 
on my heels. I watched him unzip his trousers.

" Now, you will suck my dick. I better not see you hesitate! " He said.

His plump appendage flopped out, grazing the tip of my nose. I leapt on 
it and put it in my mouth. Right away, my lips slid on the expanding 
mass. I counted on impressing him with my oral prowesses in order to 
avoid the riding crop. But the large organ gave me trouble. At full mast,
it filled up my oral cavity completely. In spite of that, I bobbed my 
head strenuously.

" Ohhhh suck my big cock. You're a sweet little slut like your mother! " 
He remarked.

His boring eyes studied my body. " You're a cutie, you know? And you 
have a charming bubble butt. I believe you are going to be popular with 
our clientele. We were right in buying you..."

Bought? I was sold?

A muffled gasp escaped my gullet. The turn of events dumbfounded me. 
But I couldn't do a damn thing, except give pleasure to my new master. 
The man clutched the nape of my neck and shoved his hard-on down my 
throat. I desperately laboured to accommodate the nine-inch hose, 
fearing he might be tempted to stick it up my little bottom.

I demonstrated the avidity of the worse prostitutes. Everything became 
a blur in my frantic sucking. " Yesss, that's how you do it! " Mr. 
Hardwick appreciated, hissing and moaning. 

The spurts of his sperm exploded in my windpipe. I had never been 
inundated with such powerful jets before. I coughed. The white slime 
gushed out of my nostrils! The abundance of it startled me. Panic-
stricken, I expulsed the sauce on the floor.

The man slapped me at once. " What the hell is wrong with you'? You're 
going to eat everything, lil' pig." He asserted, gripping my collar. 
Tears poured out of my eyes as he lowered my head towards the mess. 

" Go on! Stick your tongue out and eat it! Wipe that floor clean! "

" There was too much. I couldn't swallow! " I complained.

" And whose fault is that? " He snapped back, rubbing my face in the 
spill.

I licked up the gelatinous puddles with my tongue, praying for his 
clemency. It never came and I lapped up all of the rich seed, my heart 
jumping in my throat. It would be my only meal of the day. 

My wrists were bound again. Before Mr. Hardwick departed the room, he 
popped a miniature butt plug into my anus. 

   That first night in my new home, I couldn't sleep. The recurring 
noises disrupted my slumber. Low voices. Coarse laughter. Creaking 
and moans. But mostly the strident screams of children.

   The next morning, two mute women came to liberate me. They shackled 
my ankles and guided me to the dining room. Around the table, a dozen 
silent urchins were eating spoonfuls of oatmeal. I took a seat and 
devoured the sugary slop, eyeing my companions of misfortune. Their 
ages ranged from six to twelve-years-old. Bronzed and black boys. A 
couple Asians. I was the only one with skin white as milk.

With time, I would know their names and origins; Binh from Vietnam, 
Sandu from Romania, Oleg from Ukraine, Jiao from China, Kosoko from 
Nigeria, Andrey from Bulgaria, Ronaldo from Brazil etc. That morning, 
they were all strangers. Exotics boys from far away lands I had never 
heard of.

After breakfast, we were herded to a yard sheltered from the rest of 
the world by high stonewalls. The other boys kicked a punctured soccer 
ball. It was funny to see them running in a g-string. They hobbled like
penguins on the account of the chain between their ankles. They 
communicated amongst each other with hand signs, succeeding at times in 
overcoming the language barrier.

I stretched on the grass underneath the grey sky. The exclamations of 
the players broke the silence of the distant countryside. My stare 
followed the ball at the end of their bare feet. Then, I examined each
kid, wondering which one could become a buddy?

They all looked alike. Hairless little boys with protruding ribs, 
covered with bruises. The bony balls of their knees in the middle of 
their skinny legs accentuated the general impression of malnourishment. 
They had bags under their big sullen eyes.

The quirky Nigerian kid of seven approached me. He seemed mesmerized by 
the pale aura of my white skin. A pernicious grin glowed on his dark 
face. " You, boom boom! " He said in a broken English. " Too purty! " 
He added, pointing a tiny finger in my direction.

His words were troubling despite the fact I had already gauged the 
magnitude of the quagmire I'd been thrown in. At nine, I did not really 
know what a children's brothel was. But I was smart enough to recognize 
we were prisoners of evil adults.

For the rest of the afternoon, we fought boredom with primitive games. 
Then, we were served dog food laced with laxative. I eluded the 
surveillance of the two mute women and ferreted about in the nooks and 
crannies of the luxurious mansion. The vast residence was spectacular. 
Oakwood panels adorned the walls. A lush ornate carpet in all the 
hallways massaged my bare feet as I trotted on it.

The ladies recaptured me easily, following the chiming of my chains. 
They pulled on my earlobe. " Ouch! I got lost! " I defended myself, 
unaware of the strict agenda. For this was a sacred moment of the day, 
the symbolic purification. All the boys took a bath in preparation for 
the arrival of the guests. 

In my case, I was in what you could call a 'training program'. 
Assiduously, Mr. Hardwick visited my room. He drove his enormous dick 
in my mouth and I had to suck it in accordance with his expectations. 
Submission was required. I listened to his orders and his insults, 
blushing. Sometimes, he came on my face. More often than not, I had to 
open wide and receive the salty squirts between my tonsils. I needed to 
swallow ten gulps to absorb the whole load.

   The slightest impudence resulted in a violent spanking. Mr. Hardwick 
went ballistic. In a flash, I was bent over his thighs. His hand 
hammered my buns. " Aooow! NOOOO! AOOW! AOOOUUW! " I sobbed and writhed. 

The noise of the punishment intoxicated the man. - SMACK - SMACK- SMACK - 
SMACK - Without skipping a second, he brought the palm of his hand down 
on my globes. They reddened and turned hot as loaves of bread out of the 
oven.

– SMACK - SMACK- SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK -

" I will not tolerate this type of conduct from a worthless piece of 
shit like you. " He stated.

" AOWW! I'M SORRY! AOOOWW! "  I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Mr. Hardwick regained his composure. He put me back on my feet, satisfied 
to see me crying, and rubbing my behind maliciously marked with his 
handprints. 

He replaced the butt plug in my bum hole with one slightly larger. The 
next evening, with another one of a more substantial size, causing me 
discomfort. The daily ritual took its toll on my mood. However, my 
ordeal was nothing compared to what the other boys of the house were 
experiencing. In fact, they were jealous of me. And I would soon know why.

   On a sleepless night, I discovered that the straps around my wrists 
were not tight enough. Bending my hands, and gathering my little fingers 
together, I could easily free my paws. My heartbeat hastened. My steps 
were jittery when I sneaked out of the unlocked door. 

A drunken fellow accosted me. He gave me a syrupy kiss on the cheek and 
groped the bulge in the front of my g-string. " Thaaat's a nice litell 
booy! " His hand ruffled my hair and he disappeared further away, down 
the stairwell. I let out a sigh of relief. 

In front of me, there were a multitude of doors on each side of the 
long passage. Horrible noises resonated from certain rooms. I climbed 
on my tippy toes and glanced through the window of the first door. Oleg 
slept, tied to the headboard. 

I advanced to the next one. Again, another boy snored. I hesitated to 
spy on the room where shrieks of terror were resounding. But curiosity 
got the best of me. What I saw froze my blood.

Kosoko, the small Nigerian boy, hung naked from the ceiling in mid-air, 
his weight supported by a set of chains. Two electrodes clamped on his 
balls were hooked up to a machine. The man in the room pressed on a 
button. Bzzzzz. The electric charge raced through Kosoko's body. The 
small African boy stiffened and only his extremities wiggled all about. 
A sustained screech soared from his quivering lips. My eyes nearly 
popped out of their sockets.

The loud humming ceased momentarily. I watched the captive child breath 
erratically, horrified. The torturer circled his victim, bearing a 
bumptious smile. He fished out his penis from his trousers and pissed 
on Kosoko. I fixed my stare on the urine streaming down his ebony skin. 
The arch of yellow liquid rose in the air, hitting him on the face.

Content to have humiliated the black boy, the man pushed the button 
again, sending another dose of current to course through the dainty 
child, provoking another wave of plaintive howls. I had no sympathy for 
the arrogant runt always taunting me with a mean grin in the yard. For 
a brief instant, I derived some enjoyment in seeing him suffer. But, the 
scene proved to be too barbaric. I continued the trek, my stomach churning. 

In bedroom number 8, another revolting spectacle awaited me. A colossal 
man was taking Jiao from behind. The Chinese boy, barely six-years-old, 
seemed so small in the middle of the bed. Teeth clenched on a chunk of 
wood, he grumbled while a huge cock ploughed into him. " Mmmmrrghhh 
Mmmrghhhh Mmmmmrgghh "

There was no way to misinterpret what was going on. From my position, I 
could clearly observe the coupling. The shrimp had no buttocks to speak 
of. Just two little bumps of flesh far apart, granting full access to 
his hole. When the man drew back, the stretched ring of his anus clung 
to the tower of flesh grotesquely. 

The springs of the mattress creaked to the rhythm of the tribal union. 
It was all too real for my comfort level, but I couldn't swerve my stare 
away. The gorilla held the narrow waist of the child and sodomized him 
faster and harder, mumbling, " Ohhh Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh fuck, that's so gooood! " 

Jiao's tiny feet swung up with each carnal lunge. The muscular man got 
worked up. He flexed his knees, plunged his oily erection forcefully into 
the fundament of the youngster. " Oh yesss! Take it! Take that big cock! 
You can feel it, uh? " He barked, shaking the small boy like a rag doll.

Jiao spit out the chunk of wood and vociferated in his native tongue, 
expressing his atrocious pain. A grimace wrinkled his baby face. I 
shivered watching the hairy ruffian's unrelenting assaults on the kid's 
tail. Again and again, he stabbed the boy with his tumescent sword. At 
the height of his fervour, the man stopped abruptly and groaned.

I focused on the long manhood sliding out and vomiting a deluge of sperm. 
Jiao's violated hole yawned. It opened and closed, seemingly eating the 
cream spilled on it.

Shaken and afraid I might get caught in my nocturnal escapade, I returned 
to my cell. My next mission was obvious. I had to flee this nightmare.

I had to escape.


3.

   The two mute women groomed me to please my first customer. In the tub, 
they scrubbed my ears, trimmed my toenails, washed my penis and ran the 
bar of soap all over my body. I concealed my genitals with the palm of my 
hand. During the first nine years of my life, only my mom had seen my 
nudity. My modesty made them chuckle.

Together, they combed my hair. Each curl was carefully separated and 
drenched in perfume. I looked like a prince before they dressed me up in 
a Boy Scout uniform. The disguise was a request from the client. 

The house owned a closet full of costumes. The diverse fantasies of the 
passing guests were often based on the articles of clothing. There were 
gears for all the sports. As well, robes of altar boys, street clothes of 
hooligans and proper outfits of family boys. Of course, plenty of teddy 
bears.

I waited for the arrival of the man, sitting on the edge of the bed, 
rigged out in navy blue shorts, a white shirt and a yellow scarf. He 
entered the room and approached shyly. A tall guy with glasses and 
greying temples. " You're exactly what I asked for! " He blurted out, 
kneeling graciously. His hands caressed my smooth legs down to the calves. 
Seeing how he acted like a gentleman calmed my nerves.

He pulled my shoes off and sniffed them. " Hmmmmm. " 

I threw him a perplexed smile, intrigued by his behaviour. By then, I had
anticipated I would already be sucking his cock. But the bizarre man 
removed my socks and licked my heels. His tongue flicked on my little 
feet and traced the contours. It tickled.

He suckled each of my toes a long time, from the small one to the big one. 
In a mechanical fashion, he exposed his erect prick and wedged it between 
my feet. I felt the radiating heat of his penis on the soles as he slid it 
back and forth between the two surfaces. 

" Orrrrhh! Orrrrhh! Thank you! "

The guttural gratitude flattered me. The whole thing went fast. He managed 
to cum. The sap sprayed on my thighs. He slumped next to me and fell 
asleep spontaneously. 

I jumped on the opportunity to find an exit. The maze of hallways and 
passages was familiar now. I sneaked my way amidst the many visitors, 
simulating an urge to pee. The front door was opened wide. I scurried out 
to the yard, where the majestic cars of the wealthy clientele were parked 
in a row. 

Sadly, the valet valiantly guarded the gate leading to the dirt road. My 
escape had to wait. Where would I go, anyway?

   The following evenings, my assignment consisted in performing with 
Ronaldo in the middle of the grand salon. I fancied the Brazilian boy. 
His skin was the colour of copper and smelled of vanilla. For a twelve-
year-old, his circumcised penis was chubby. The glans became purple and 
satiny when gorged with blood.

Within a few shows, our act was a big success.

We undressed each other. We kissed languorously like lovers before 
spreading out on the rotating platform. Some of the voyeurs lounging on 
the sofas masturbated, admiring our frolics. Others sat in padded 
armchairs, a cigar in one hand, and a brandy snifter in the other. I 
moved behind Ronaldo and ate his ass out. His favourite delight, as well 
as mine. He pried his buttocks open with two hands, helping me stick my 
nose in further. After all, the audience needed to have an obstructed 
view on my tongue licking his puckered anus.

The often-used orifice dilated naturally. I plunged my wet sponge in 
and bathed the rim of the hole. My partner moaned with pleasure. In 
return, Ronaldo rewarded me by siphoning my little pecker. His lips flew 
at breakneck speed on my dick and bumped against the bald mound of my 
groin.

I climbed on top of him and sucked his beefy sex with the same voracious 
passion. The groans of the gallery invigorated us. We both took pride in 
the idea that these nasty perverts were going to get off from watching 
us suck our dicks. Some applauded at the end of the presentation.

   On the last day of the month, the number was of a different nature. 
All the kids of the brothel were present, sitting Indian style, wearing 
a thong. Someone ushered a Great Dane with fur the colour of coal in the
centre of the salon. The crowd of men huddled together to get a better 
view. Mr. Hardwick, the boss, was the master of the ceremony.

" You know the rules by now, my dear guests. They have one minute to get 
Romeo off, or we move to the next one. " He announced. " The winner will 
have a week off. The losers... ten lashes of the belt. Enjoy the show, 
gentlemen! "

The depraved game vexed me. But, I certainly didn't want to feel the 
sting of leather on my hide again. I was ready to do anything to dodge 
the chastisement. The younger ones were called to warm up the beast. 
Jiao then Kosoko. I watched them crawl under the belly of the dog and 
gobble up the odd male appendage.

My turn came. I leaned over and grasped the hind legs of the imposing 
animal. Romeo's deformed red penis was completely out of its sheath of 
fur like a lipstick out of its tube. I engulfed the slimy meat, shutting 
my eyelids, suppressing the urge to puke. Thankfully, the sixty seconds 
went by quickly.

" That's enough! " Mr. Hardwick trumpeted, glimpsing at his stopwatch.

One after the other, the children shuffled to the dog and sucked its 
dick. The succession of twelve boys drove the stud wild. A bubbling 
atmosphere of madness permeated the room. Fully sexed-up, Romeo 
squawked, awaiting the moist stimulation of the next kid's mouth. Its 
pelvis wriggled, possessed by the movement of coitus. The spectators 
roared, wishing to see the child they had placed a bet on, break through 
the distant frontier of pleasure and quench on canine sperm.

The second round did not yield the expected outcome. During the third 
round, I crept to the dog, determined to end it all. I bobbed my head 
furiously, pumping the knot, drinking in the bitter juices. The delirious 
animal mounted on my back. Its claws scratched my skin. Romeo lunged in 
my mouth as if copulating with a female. 

" C'mon, suck faster! " A supporter shouted. " Crush its balls, lil' 
bastard! " 

Despite my diligence, I did not reach my goal. It was Oleg who collected 
the semen. He kept his mouth on the dog's quaking maleness and swallowed. 
The copious seed seeped from the corners of his lips and oozed down his 
chin as a grin of triumph beamed on his face.

Mr. Hardwick grasped my arm and dragged me to my room. I could feel his 
resolve through the grip. Tears already rolled on my cheeks. 

" Take your panties off. Bend over and touch your toes. " He ordered.

I stripped out of the g-string and assumed the position of the unfair 
punishment. The screams of the other beaten kids resounded in the house. 
" Pleeeze, Mister. I didn't do anything wrong? "

Mr. Hardwick remained silent. He seized the belt in the drawer of the 
commode. The strip of leather hit me on the back. " ANGGR!" The second 
stroke of the belt struck my buns. " ANGGR!" And the third one my thighs. 

" ARRGGH! " 

After that, the sadist took a pause between each wallop of my trashing, 
preventing me from preparing myself. I heard the sound of the instrument 
slashing through the air before it made contact painfully with my flesh. 

" ARRGGH! " 

It burned so bad. 

Eight - Nine - Ten times.

When it ended, I was a broken mass of hiccups. Mr. Hardwick tied my 
wrists with a rough cord. He kicked my ankles and made me stumble to the 
floor. I locked my eyes on the wall, scared by the sudden fury of the 
tyrant. Hardwick had hinted in the past that he might send me to the 
dungeon if my servility wasn't absolute. I had seen a boy come back from 
that place, black and blue, in a comatose state. An empty shell. I 
certainly couldn't dispute the man's authority.

His body hovered over me like a malevolent shadow. I stayed inert on the 
floor, my arms crossed behind my back, holding my breath. He spit in my 
ass crack. The knob of his cock poked between my buttocks. " No. Pleeze! " 
It entered my anus slowly. " ANNNGHH! NOOO please! It's too BIG! "

" It's time your little butt brings me dividends. You're going to learn 
how to use it... " Mr. Hardwick whispered, carrying on with the intrusion.

The burning hard flesh invaded my rectum. The pain was a hundred times 
more terrible than when the black teenager deflowered me. Mr. Hardwick 
flattened me with his weight. He fucked me gently at first, assuming he 
might coax me to enjoy it. With every deep intromission, I wriggled like 
a worm and tried to slip away. But, the manoeuvre was pointless. I had his
prick firmly embedded in my clasping asshole.

" Stop squirming! I'll show you! " Mr. Hardwick lost his patience. He 
raised my hips and harpooned me. Paralysed by the violent stabs, I 
couldn't even yell. His hands pulled on my waist, impaled my bum on his 
spike. The jolts of his powerful jabs were nauseating.

" Ohhhh! I knew it'd be great to fuck you, lil' slut! " Mr. Hardwick 
declared. For the next twenty minutes, my muscles were tensed. Sweat 
streamed down my forehead. The inflexible phallus pumped my little ass 
fiercely. I squealed throughout the horrible rape. My knees didn't touch 
the ground. Mr. Hardwick held me at waist level and rammed his cock in 
me, chuckling at times. " Nine inches for a nine-year-old! Isn't that 
ironic, boy? " 

Soon, his pubes collided with my buttocks. It went - CLAP - CLAP - CLAP - 
CLAP - I was crushed by the betrayal of my asshole. It had abandoned the 
fight and let the entire gigantic pole spear into me.

" Yeahhh!" Mr. Hardwick gloated as he rammed his dick ball deep inside of 
me. " Take it you lil' whore! " 

Breathless, I tried to relax my anus in order to alleviate the smarting. 
But, the man had a wild cock that even the sphincter of an adult couldn't 
possibly tame. So I tried to escape to quiet places in my mind, but it 
was all in vain. I couldn't flee the incredible fullness of my insides. 
My little boy ass was split open by the giant penis. It was always there, 
surging, painfully stretching my anus around its girth. 

" You love my BIG COCK, uh? C'mon tell me - say FUCK ME..." He shouted.

Unable to offer the slightest opposition, I acquiesced to his demand. 
Anything to get some peace.

" Fuck me!! ANNGGHH! ANGGHH! Fuck me! Anngh! ANNNGH! FUCK ME! ARGH! 
YESSSSSS! FUCK ME! "

My crystal voice rung shamefully on my eardrums. He fucked me harder, 
elated by my obedience. His fingers dug in my flanks. His thick erection 
flew in and out of my little ass like the piston of stock car in the 
middle of a race. I was defeated by the intensity of the rutting.

Mr. Hardwick pulled on my hair, almost tearing my head off. " I didn't 
tell you to shut up, lil' pig! "

I sniffed up my tears and yelped some more. " YESSS FUCK ME! ANNGHH! 
FUCK ME HARD! ANNNGHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK MY BUTT! "

His grunts of pleasure intensified. Suddenly, the glorious conqueror 
froze. I discerned inside me the torrent of boiling semen. His slapping 
balls finally emptied themselves. The glutinous conclusion of his 
aggression filled up my bowel.


4.

   A week later, I was officially a whore just like the other boys of 
the brothel. They accepted me in the midst of their sad society. During 
the afternoons spent in the yard, we shared pieces of candy - gifts from 
the clients - and smoked cigarette butts. I snuggled up to Ronaldo on a 
daily basis and took a nap with him in order to restore my energy for 
the tumultuous evening to come. 

Any other kid would have rebelled against all these men taking advantage 
of his body. I revelled in my role as a sex object. The deceitful thirst 
to please confounded my notion of love. I resigned myself to my fate. 
The deviant adult's expressions of bliss were exhilarating, a 
remuneration somehow. I opened my mouth and waddled my little bum for 
them. I offered both my holes as reservoirs of cum.

The number of men wishing to live out the fantasy of having anal sex 
with a nine-year-old boy astounded me. I counted thirteen that first week. 
They generally fucked me in the missionary position. My legs doubled over 
alongside my torso, ankles to my ears, I became a trampoline on which 
they bounce merrily.

Their stare plunged into mine. They imagined they could detect my 
innocence expire; unaware it was already much too late for that. I hung 
from their broad shoulders. I sobbed, yelled or purred if they desired. 
It lasted five minutes or hours. Then, they came with the conviction that 
it was the best orgasm of their glum sex lives. 

Since the rate of the house was astronomical, the regular patrons hailed 
from the elite of society. Bankers, politicians and professionals. They 
didn't need to travel the world to sample all the types of boys the 
planet had to offer. The house knew the places to pluck out the tenderest 
shoots.

In spite of the diverse inventory, they always favoured white meat. I 
became the most popular boy because of my western traits. Kosoko's 
prediction came true! The clients registered their names in a lottery to 
gain the privilege of sharing my bed. 

Personally, I didn't care who won. They were all ugly to my eyes: Grandpas 
with droopy erections. Obese dads with genitals buried in folds of fat. 
Hairy gorillas. Skeletons with angular faces. Most of the time, I got 
through it with minimal efforts or physical damages.

However, when a young man in top shape showed up, I knew my throat would 
be sore from sucking his steely hard-on. I knew I would have to consume 
an odious quantity of sperm. And above it all, I knew I would limp for 
two days because my little behind would be pounded raw.

The worst customers were the ones asking the children to hurt each other. 
Two scumbags were partial to these sorts of scenarios: Mister M. and 
Mister S.

Ever since the other boys had become my buddies, the cruel task knotted 
my guts. I had no other alternatives but to comply with the demand or be 
sanctioned. So I grabbed the whip and lashed the victim chosen at random. 
The unlucky kid, chained to the wall, wailed with each strike. I could 
not show any restraint or the other boy would switch places with me.

" HARDER! " Mister S. ordered in the background. " I wanna hear him beg 
for mercy! "

The torture seemed interminable. The screams of the martyr riddled me 
with guilt. I prayed for it to stop, withholding my tears of despair. 
Seeing as I could not hide how much it affected me, I was called upon 
many times to do it again, much to the pleasure of the monstrous men.

Thankfully, there was Mr. Megalos. A dandy amongst the ogres. A friendly 
chap, in his early thirties, with the charisma of an actor. He never 
treated me like a scraping. His genuine smile brightened up my evening. 
I let him cradle me in his arms and listened intently to his raspy voice 
cajole me. " My angel, you are so precious. How can they do this to you? 
You should be free as bird... "

The financier dropped by every month during a business trip. He brought 
me chocolate and picture books. He promised to remove me from this bleak 
environment and take me to his country where the sun never faltered. 
Sometimes, I almost believed him.

His eyes devoured me with appetite while I stripped out of my English 
schoolboy uniform. I chuckled like a girl, happy to turn him on with my 
awkward swaying. He feasted on my childish exuberance and his gentle 
caresses warmed my heart. 

Mr. Megalos was also attentive to my pleasure. His charitable lips 
nibbled my neck and my nipples. They suckled my balls and my weenie. I 
was comfortable with the kind adult. I came two times before servicing 
him, for I adored engulfing his long cock in my mouth. He did not force 
me. I could employ all the techniques I'd learned over the years. My 
tongue and my lips were devoted to making him moan. The fat head of his 
cock was a gem I polished amorously.

Then, I squatted over his bloated phallus. I stuffed the pole far up my 
little butt. As if riding a horse, I bounced on the hot meat, squeaking 
like a rat. The man brought my feet over his knees and tugged on my boner. 
Leaning above him, I maintained the cadence of intercourse, bouncing and 
bouncing, fucking myself on his cock.

" That's a good boy! Yesss, oh yesss! " He sang until a feverish climax 
paralysed me. He cautiously pulled out of my anus and his juice gushed 
out between my thighs onto my chest.

None of the other clients could make me melt like Mr. Megalos. They all 
wanted to dominate me or use me.

Then again, not all. Sometimes, the reverse happened. Some men preferred 
to be humiliated by a child. I rejoiced on these rare occasions. I was a 
god. They grovelled at my feet, begging to be punished. I whipped the 
masochists. I squeezed out steamy turds directly into their mouths. I 
buried my arm to the elbow between their plump buttocks. They thanked me 
for it.

   One evening, Mister M. and Mister S. commanded me to assist during 
the sexual abuse of another boarder. They summoned me to a bedroom. 
" Sit down here. We'll show you how to fuck a little boy. Maybe you'll 
learn something? And you better not close those little eyes..."

In the middle of the bed, anguish was clearly visible on the face of 
Sergei, a Russian orphan of eleven recently recruited by the house. I 
parked my butt on the cushion of the chair, somewhat apprehensively since
we were not allowed to sit on the furniture. A ripple of compassion for 
the pretty boy with lustrous straight blond hair gripped my bosom. The 
two men approached their naked prey, their hard cocks wagging in front of 
them.

To this day, the image of their pasty white bodies is still vivid. 
Mister M. had a furry potbelly, a receding hairline and his back was 
always gleaming with sweat. As for Mister S., he was tall like a troll, 
wore thick eyeglasses and sneered for no reason. Just thinking about 
them still makes me shiver.

Mister M. raised one of Sergei's legs and put it against his shoulder. 
The buns of the child separated naturally, exposing his anus. I stared at 
the puckered target as I'd been instructed. The man slowly inserted the 
head of his penis in the tight orifice, almost with surgical precision. 
Sergei stiffened and wailed. Immediately, Mister S. crammed his dick into 
the boy's mouth to stifle his complaints.

" It's your lucky day! Two big cocks just for you, lil' piggy. "

Sergei shut his eyes and didn't budge while both his holes were filled. 
Gradually, they started pumping him faster and faster. The men snickered, 
moving their hips, raping the Russian boy simultaneously. At times, they 
glanced in my direction to ensure I witnessed the perverse spectacle. 
They had put the chair right next to the bed. I couldn't really avoid 
looking at them as they fucked the kid's mouth and ass.

" Let's switch, now. " Mister S. proposed.

Sergei's body was shifted on all four in the centre of the mattress. He 
sucked the cock thrust at his face. In the meantime, Mister S. coated his 
dick with lubricant, definitely eager to stick it to the blond Russian. 
With a voluntary movement, his rigid member disappeared in Sergei's 
dilated anus and he began fucking him, shoving the boy forward onto his 
partner's erection.

Sergei's muffled grunts were barely audible through their loud groans of 
pleasure. The poor kid was being handled roughly at both ends, skewered 
by the two cocks like a pig on a spit. 

" ORRHHH YESS! ORRRHHHH YES!!!! " They chanted.

The brutality of the pair exasperated me, but I was too weak to intervene. 
The contrast of Sergei's smooth compact body, sandwiched between the 
hairy giants was shocking. On one side, Mister M. held the boy's head 
with two hands and slammed his long prick down his throat. On the other, 
Mister S. sodomized the child frantically, slapping his white buns.

" Fuck this lil' whore! " Mister M. encouraged his acolyte.

For a brief instant, my stare drifted away. But the distinctive squishy 
sound of cock ploughing into a well-oiled asshole reminded me I should 
not dare disobey. My eyes returned to the trio. Once they were done 
exploiting both his holes, they made Sergei kneel before me.

" You wanna see your buddy eat our cum? Or take it in the face? " They 
asked.

The boy stared at me with a look of indifference. " On his nose. " I 
peeped.

Mister M. and Mister S. grabbed their cocks and jacked off. The ropes of 
semen exploded like fireworks. On his cheeks, his blond hair and his lips. 
A milky mask covered his entire face. I was relieved. His ordeal was over.

Or so I thought. 

The two sex freaks attached a harness around my waist. They locked a huge 
dildo down the front of it. The flesh coloured plastic tube resembled a 
baby's arm jutting out of my groin. The odd apparatus caused me to chuckle, 
until they revealed their plan.

" I'm sure you're itching to fuck your buddy, no? " Mister S said.

" Yes. Stick your big tool inside him, boy. " Mister M. insisted.

They pushed me behind Sergei, bent over the bed. The gaping hole between 
his buns was visibly sore. I aligned the oversized phallus in front of it 
and let it slip gently into him. Sergei lamented. His body writhed in 
pain, as the immense anal toy seized all the space of his rectum.

" ANGGGH! ANGGHH! "

" Fuck him! What are you waiting for? FUCK HIM! "  The two monsters 
harassed me and laughed out loud.

I moved my hips, examining closely the wide cylinder move in and out of 
Sergei's anus. For the first time, I understood the euphoria of the men 
who came here to satisfy their perverse desires with us. This absolute 
power. The gratification of possessing someone else.

Mister S. smacked my butt. " Faster, dammit! " He cursed. I increased the 
tempo, fucked Sergei's butt harder with the greasy dildo.

" You got it all wrong, boy. " Mister M. remarked. " You have to put you 
heart it in, if you wanna to become a good kiddy fucker when you grow up. 
I'll help you out. "  

With that, I felt a twinge of heat sting my asshole. Mister S. lurched up 
my butt and pushed me onto Sergei's back. He sodomized me in earnest 
right from the start. His solid lunges against my buttocks thrust my 
pelvis forward, consequently slammed the plastic fuckstick abruptly up 
Sergei's ass. We were now both wailing in harmony.

Imprisoned between the two bodies, I was a captive of this runaway train. 
The man's cock slammed into my asshole and I bounced on Sergei's butt. 
Mister S. and Mister M. alternated behind me. Since they had climaxed 
earlier, they were ruthless. They fucked me like maniacs, assuredly 
inspired by the action of screwing two boys at once.

We were handled that way for an hour. Finally, they ejaculated on us one 
after the other. They spit on us and called us 'worthless little whores'.

I stretched out and dozed off, thinking of Mr. Megalos' comforting strong 
arms. Sleep was my only way to escape. 

Suddenly, Mr. Hardwick shook me out of my torpor.

" I have good news for you! Three days of rest! " A demoniacal smile broke 
on his face. " You have been selected for a special occasion, this 
Saturday... "


5.

   On the evening of the special occasion, I waited on the bed, wondering 
what was in store for me. Two other residents kept me company. Kosoko the 
Nigerian boy of seven fiddled with his toes, detached from reality. Beside 
him, Andrey, a Bulgarian boy of eight with caramel skin, bit his fingernails.

Since I was the oldest at nine, I feigned peaceful abandon to alleviate our 
anxiety. But the three of us knew we were like lambs destined to the 
slaughterhouse, dressed in snug pajamas complimenting the curves of our 
little butts. Our shackles were off which could only mean we were going to 
be sex toys once again. Evidently, we had been chosen to be suitable for 
all tastes. A black kid, a white kid and one in between.

The noisy customers arrived singing a pirate song, bottle in hand. There 
were fifteen of them. A group of soldiers from a nearby military base. 
They were young men with Herculean physiques, shaven heads, and 
inexhaustible stamina. They had been trained to endure the harsh 
conditions of battle. I foresaw an arduous evening.

One of them wrapped his arm around my shoulders and sputtered against my 
face. " Drink up! " He ordered.

From the corner of my eye, I saw another one jump on Andrey. He tried to 
force the neck of the bottle in his little mouth. The terrified child 
flinched and the alcohol soaked his pajama. Suffocating, the Bulgarian 
boy sought to claw his way out of the grasp of the adult. But, he was 
pulled back by the hair. His bladder ceded to the pressure.

" You pissed your pants, lil' wuss! " The aggressor laughed and touched 
the damp stain on his groin.

Next to the couple, three soldiers tore up Kosoko's pjs, revealing his 
ebony skin through the breaches of the fabric. The skittish boy defended 
himself, kicking anyone who ventured too close.

" This nigger is feisty! " The one fending off most of the attacks 
exclaimed. " Don't worry, we'll take care of this wild chimp! " His buddy 
consoled him.

I accepted the bottle they offered. The swigs of rum burned my throat. 
Despite my docility, they dragged me by the curly mane on my head. There 
were five of them molesting me. They pinched and punched my body to hear 
the high-pitched screams of distress that ignited their lust. " Aooow! 
Pleeeze don't hurt me. " I implored.

" Shuddup! We're going to the front tomorrow and you're not gonna spoil 
the party! "

With army knives, they sliced through the thin cotton cloth of my pajamas 
and started to shuck their uniforms off. The alcohol went to my head. My 
vision dimmed from a hazy veil. The howls of the other boys and the coarse 
laughter of the soldiers muddled up my brain.

Around me, I could make out dangling testicles and leaking pricks. They 
rubbed them on my eyebrows, my cheeks and my lips. One man slipped his 
manhood under my armpit. Soon, I had two flaccid dicks in my mouth and 
one in each hand. Kosoko and Andrey were in the same situation.

The soldiers fought over who would be the first to get a blowjob. I 
grabbed a dick and stuffed it in my mouth to calm things down. The flesh 
expanded and my cheeks bulged. The rowdy soldiers pacified and admired 
the gluttony I displayed in sucking the adult erection, surprised I could 
service something that big without choking.

" Shit! Look at the kid, he's deepthroating! "

In an orderly fashion, they put their dicks in my expert mouth. They 
poured rum in it, thinking it would relax me even more. With the vim that 
only a little boy could manifest, I sucked every prick thrust at my face. 
A younger soldier ejaculated on the roof of my mouth. I barely had time to 
swallow that another cock filled the empty slot. Hands kneaded my buttocks 
and fondled my genitals, curious to touch a child that way.

" Smooth as a baby's bum..."

For my pals, things were hectic. The men squabbled and grasped the 
children's heads. They rudely crammed their cocks down their throats. 
Kosoko and Andrey managed to evade the advances. As a result, the soldiers 
lubricated their poles, getting ready to assail the less reticent orifices 
of the unruly imps.

" Stubborn like my sons these two! "  Some guy blurted out loud.

An exquisite tongue licked my asshole. Another one lingered on my stiff 
willy. I did not succumb to the pleasure. I gripped the hairy nutsac of 
a man and sucked his cock, dizzy from the musky aroma and the vapours of 
alcohol.

The yells of Kosoko resounded. A soldier had begun buggering him from 
behind. Then, it was Andrey's turn. Released from the cage of rigorous 
military discipline the gang turned into savages. Fingers probed my anus 
and my limbs were twisted like a pretzel.

" Stick it up his ass! " A soldier suggested. " Up his ass! Up his ass! " 
The others chorused.

The long meaty tube of an anonymous partner invaded my rectum. He hissed 
and pumped my butt. The men excluded from the action masturbated on the 
sideline, contemplating the spectacle with eyes glazed. They argued again. 
" I'm next. You're gonna stretch him too much with that big log! "

I traded worried glances with the other boys. The three of us were all 
getting buttfucked by these horny brutes. We bawled like sirens. "ANNNGHH!
ANNNNGHH!" The mountain of entwined bodies resembled a pulsing mutant 
creature with twelve arms and twelve legs. I was in the middle of the heap. 
As soon as a soldier spilled his load, another one replaced him.

After the initial wave, I already had taken four dicks in my ass and six 
in my mouth. My palms glided in the slippery semen covering the mattress. 
The military men were particularly vicious with Kosoko. I saw one mount 
him on his back and hold his frail shoulders. He pounded his little brown 
butt. His fat nuts bounced off it like bolo balls on a paddle. Kosoko 
grunted, foaming at the lips, devastated by the man's ardour.

Andrey sobbed, his face scrunched up in a painful grimace. His short legs 
were folded against his chest while the man with the biggest endowment of 
the troop tried to fit his entire cock into his small ass. The gigantic 
pole bottomed out. The child was manipulated to find the ideal angle. 
They persisted and triumphed. I witnessed the small boy get fucked by at 
least ten inches of man meat.

My vocal chords were sore from all the screaming and begging. The pack 
was rabid. None of the participants expressed remorse. They were united 
by a pact of silence. They were partners in the same crime, intent on 
relishing to the fullest the rare opportunity of sodomizing defenseless 
little boys.

We were dragged by our ankles or by the hair to the next spot. One after 
the other, the young men sank their cocks in our mouths or asses. Often, 
at the same time.

The crowd phenomenon was in full effect. The horde's wisdom wasn't equal 
to the addition of the individuals' intelligence composing it, but to the 
contrary, called upon its most ordinary instincts and passions. I 
received a slew of slaps and kicks to my ribs. They pissed on me. They 
came in my ears, my mouth and my rectum. Semen leaked out of my gaping 
asshole like a waterfall.

For Kosoko and Andrey, the ill treatment was worse because they did not 
have the possibility to appeal for mercy in a comprehensible English. 
They were beaten with a belt between the bestial sequences of sodomy.  

Drunken soldiers aligned us next to each other, out butts raised in the 
air. Then, all the men formed a line behind us. I figured out what was to 
ensue. I understood I would have fifteen penises up my little bum. This 
perspective appalled me. I wanted to faint.

Unfortunately, I remained conscious. The fifteen soldiers went at it. 
They sodomized us and commented.

" I like the Negro. He's the smallest. "

" The white boy's nice. He looks like my nephew! "

The contest was never-ending. Again and again they banged our butts 
without a moment of respite. They yearned to determine who could last 
the longest without cumming. The champion kid fucker.

We submitted to the vile game, teeth clenched, naked on all four. Tears 
rolled down our cheeks when a wider cock thrust into our sore assholes. 

Every time a soldier came, I let out a sigh of relief. One less. A small 
victory. Two hours into the gangbang, I was exhausted, sick to my stomach 
from the shaking. My knees were aching. My body quivered awaiting the 
next ravaging pole. 

Two insatiable bulls remained. Finally, one of them exploded on Andrey's 
back. The winner boasted amidst his friends. I collapsed and fell asleep 
immediately.

When Mr. Megalos crouched over me and picked me up in his arms, I thought 
I was the victim of a hallucination. He didn't take offence to the fact 
I was covered in urine and flakes of dried sperm. I rubbed my eyes and 
smiled.  

The man carried me to his car and popped open the trunk. He laid me down 
like a delicate flower. Curled up in the obscurity, I was happy, because 
I now had the slim hope for a better life. 

Maybe, I wouldn't be the son of a whore anymore, but a daddy's boy.


THE END.