*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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.