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Drew - 3
by Principal Peter (address withheld)
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Twelve year old Drew needs money in a hurry. Dave uses
the submissive boy's dilemma to his own advantage. (Mb,
extreme-ped, d/s, reluc, oral)
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PART 3
Drew sat nervously in the front seat of his stepfather's
pick-up truck. Joe Carter insisted that the twelve year
old sit right next to him on the bench seat, and drove
with his left hand on the wheel while his right hand
caressed the boy's bare legs. The big, domineering man
had sent Drew back to his room five times until he
approved the day's outfit. He now wore a pair of tight-
fitting gym shorts that were a size too small, and a
crop-top t-shirt that Joe had given him as a "gift" last
year.
The shirt was light blue, with the word "Heartbreaker"
in hot pink letters on the front. Drew hated it, and had
hoped never to have to wear it out of the house, but his
father-in-law loved the shirt, because it exposed his
firm belly, and the shorts dipped low in front, and
would have showed his underwear had Joe allowed him to
wear any. A pair of white sneakers with no socks
completed his outfit.
Joe couldn't keep his hands of the nearly naked boy, and
all the physical attention had caused Drew's dick to
swell to its full five-inch length. The outline of his
cock was clearly visible through the thin material of
his tight-fitting shorts.
Joe pulled into a parking lot that was all too familiar
to his unwilling companion. The only nearby building
that was not boarded up and empty was a dirty brick pile
with a sign overhead that said "Glee!" in flickering red
neon. Joe parked and got out of the car. Drew
reluctantly followed the six foot four inch man into the
dim interior of the ugly building. Drew had been here
many times, and hated it more with each visit.
"Glee!" was one of the only adult bookstores left in the
city, and was still operating solely on the income the
owner made selling illegal child porn to people like
Joe. Joe wasn't the brightest guy, but even he knew that
downloading kiddie-porn on the internet was a bad idea,
that somehow the cops could trace the downloads back to
the computer, and the owner. The DVD's were outrageously
expensive, but there was no electronic or paper trail to
follow, so it was relatively safe.
He liked to bring his stepson here to intimidate and
humiliate him. He especially liked to walk him through
the Gay DVD section, fondling and kissing him while
surrounded by images of naked men having sex with each
other. Sometimes he took the boy into one of the private
viewing booths to fuck him while watching gay porn.
On Joe's limited income, he could only manage one DVD a
month at most. He loved the films that Archie, the
store's greasy owner, received from Eastern Europe.
There was a series of movies showing young boys being
molested, raped and abused by groups of men. Joe hadn't
gotten a new one in a while, and even though he had a
pretty large collection of them, he was obsessed with
getting a new one. He just hoped he had enough money.
The kid had come through with $150 the other day, so he
thought he should have enough.
"Hey Archie" he greeted as he approached the cluttered
front counter. Behind the dirty glass display surface
slumped the owner of the store. He crouched like a
spider amongst the paraphernalia he was selling, hanging
on the wall behind him. This creepy, skinny old man was
the main reason that Drew hated coming in here. The old
letch always ogled the nervous preteen like he was
undressing him with his eyes. His thin lips, which were
always wet with drool, peeled back in a nearly toothless
leer. His gaze fixed on the boy's delicate features,
gazing into his large brown eyes.
"Hey, Joe," the old pervert replied, never taking his
eyes off of Drew. "What can I do ya for?" As Drew
watched, disgusted, a line of spittle dripped off the
man's lip to dribble on his stained black t-shirt. The
scared boy saw that the dirty little store owner was
rubbing his dick through his pants as he stared at
Drew's body.
"Got anything new?" Joe asked. He didn't need to specify
what he was after, the old man knew what Joe liked.
"Oh, yeah. Got something brand new, and real sweet."
Without taking his filmy eyes off of the preteen's body,
the old man opened an unlocked a safe under the counter
and withdrew a DVD case with a familiar plain white
cover. He glanced quickly to make sure of the title
scrawled by hand on the cover, and handed it to Joe.
"It's a three-hour combo. Two different kids getting
gang-raped by forty guys. Each. One's ten and one's
twelve." He locked eyes with the sweating Drew. "How old
are you, Pretty Boy?" Drew didn't want to answer. He
didn't want to acknowledge the old geezer in any way. He
didn't want to be here at all.
Joe, not wanting to offend the source of his addiction,
nudged the slender boy with a heavy elbow. "Answer the
man, Pretty Boy." He rumbled.
"Twelve." Drew said, barely audibly. He looked down to
avoid the creepy man's leer, but ended up staring at the
man's crotch, where his bony hand still massaged his
cock. Embarrassed, he looked right back up to see the
ugly little man sneering.
"Like what you see?"
Joe nudged the boy again when he hesitated. "No! I mean,
yes. I mean-" he stopped. There was no way to answer the
question without getting himself in trouble. The old man
cackled at his discomfort.
"I know you do!" he screeched. He reached out and
grabbed the shocked boy's thin upper arm with a bony
claw and dragged him close. His free hand caressed
Drew's chest, sliding down over the embarrassing shirt
to his bare belly, then up under the shirt to feel his
nipples, which hardened under the man's cold fingertips.
The man was so fast, Drew didn't have time to react. He
let go again after whispering in the boy's ear, "I know
you do."
Joe stood still, not wanting to offend his benefactor,
but not liking the way his possession – which is what he
considered the boy – was being molested. Since the old
man had let go, he decided not to say anything.
"How much?" he asked, bringing the subject of
conversation back to the DVD he clutched in his sweaty
fingers.
"Four hundred." The skinny old geezer replied.
"Four hundred?" Joe gasped. He didn't have anywhere near
that. With the boy's $150.00, he had a total of three
hundred dollars. It would take him a couple of weeks to
get the extra hundred.
"It's a special," Archie replied, "two movies in one."
He waddled over to the end of the counter, where there
was an opening he could pass through into the rest of
the store. This brought him closer to his twelve year-
old target. Drew stepped nearer to his big father-in-law
for protection.
"Uh, that's a little more than I have right now," Joe
said, his slow mind trying to think of a way he could
take the object of his desire home today. Archie knew
exactly what the man wanted, and he knew that he had him
over a barrel. He'd been waiting to get a crack at his
piece-of-ass stepson for years, and this looked like his
chance!
"You know, you can preview the film for a lower fee."
Archie offered. He nodded toward the preview booths,
where people could sit in a dark little room and watch
videos on a small television set into the wall. These
rooms were usually used by men to jerk off in when they
couldn't take DVDs home with them, or by couples who
wanted to add visual interest to their love-making. Joe
was familiar with the booths, having spent time there
both alone and with his sex-toy stepson.
Joe liked this idea. He could take Drew in there with
him and get his rocks off, and decide if he wanted to
pony up the money to own the thing.
"Okay, how much for the preview?"
"One hundred dollars for five minutes." Archie quoted.
Joe stared at him. All he could afford was fifteen
minutes, and that would leave him broke. He'd have to
start saving all over again. Fifteen minutes. Shit!
"Orrrr," the old man drawled. Joe looked at him, waiting
to hear the option. "You can see the whole thing for two
hundred, and I'll agree to keep an eye on your boy for
you. The old man ran the backs of his knobby fingers up
and down the soft skin of Drew's bare arm, raising goose
bumps on his tanned skin. The terrified boy looked up at
his stepfather imploringly, but Joe wasn't looking. He
had locked gazes with the stoop-shouldered old man. The
two men were like a pusher and an addict. The pusher has
all the power in that situation, and so it was here. Joe
handed the DVD to Archie.
"All three hours, right?" the Slow-witted man asked.
"Three hours. No less." The old man answered. He was
assuring that he would have three uninterrupted hours
with the little sex-puppet. Both men understood that Joe
was renting the boy for the privilege of jerking off to
the video, but neither would admit it. "Booth three."
"Behave yourself, Boy." he told Drew, "do what the man
tells you." He turned and slunk away toward the booth
indicated. Drew watched in despair as his only hope left
him, alone and at the mercy of this disgusting old
pervert. Tears filled his eyes and spilled out over his
smooth cheeks. Archie snatched the boy's arm and dragged
him, weekly resisting, behind the counter, like an
insect dragging its prey into its hole. The old man
stopped to put the disc in the proper player for the
booth where Joe was waiting, and took his reluctant
prize through the beaded curtain into his dark office.
"Mary! Watch the counter. I'll be back in a few hours."
The old man called from the doorway. From the dark
recesses of the store came a young teenage girl, skinny,
with lanky blonde hair in her eyes. She shambled up the
step and behind the counter where she stood mutely,
staring at nothing in particular.
As soon as he got the boy into his dirty, messy office,
Archie wrapped a strong bony arm around the skinny boy
and took a handful of hair in his free hand, holding him
still while he planted his spitty lips onto his victim's
mouth. Drew wanted to gag when he felt the ugly man's
slimy lips siding over his own, and his stomach lurched
when the old pervert's thick wet tongue slithered into
his mouth. Drew held still as the man raped his mouth
with his fat tongue.
The man pulled away, gasping. "You're not cooperating,
Boy," He hissed. Kiss me back, or you'll be sorry. Drew
was already sorry, but he knew that he was under the
man's power for the next three hours, and didn't want to
make him angry. He was terrified of the old pervert, and
didn't want to make him mad. When Archie leaned in
again, Drew opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to
meet the creepy geezer's. Archie sucked lustily on the
preteen's soft pink tongue, while his hands wandered
over his firm young body.
He squeezed his round hard ass cheeks, fondled his
nipples, caressed his flat stomach and rubbed his small
cock through his tight shorts. While he kissed the boy
passionately, Archie fumbled with his pants, letting
them drop to the floor. He slid his stained boxers to
his knees, and grabbed the boy's left hand, placing it
on his hard cock. Of the cocks Drew had felt before,
this was the shortest and thinnest.
When Archie put his bony hands on the twelve year-old's
shoulders and pushed him to his knees, he got a look at
the gnarled prick. It was thin, but bent in an odd
curve, with thick veins tracing patterns under the thin
skin. The head looked too big for the shaft, which
drooped between the old man's skinny white thighs. A
drop of pre-cum glistened at the end. Archie grabbed his
hard cock and held it up to the boy's lips. Resigned,
Drew opened his mouth and felt the spongy knob of the
pervert's cock slide over his tongue, while Archie
leaned back against his cluttered desk.
Drew tasted the bitter flesh against his tongue and
fought not to gag. Slime oozed from the hole at the end
of the twisted cock and slithered down the by's throat.
Drew heard a contented sigh as he went to work, sucking
on the thin hard rod.
While the little fuck-toy slobbered on his dick, Archie
grabbed the portable phone from his desk and dialed.
"Hey, Winston," he gasped into the phone, "you remember
that young piece I was telling you about? The dark
haired one? No, not the one on the internet, the younger
one. ..Yeah, that one…Twelve years old; pretty
mouth….Yeah, well he's here right now, sucking my cock!"
the greasy old man cackled into the phone. "Yeah, no
shit! He's here for the next three hours, so if you
hustle your fat ass down here, I might share him with
you. No, free… you'll have to owe me….Hey, make sure you
call Bubba and Goose….Yeah him too. Whatever you
think….Yeah, okay. See ya."
He set the phone down and put his hand on top of the
boy's head as he sucked his cock. "Take it deep, boy,"
he said, and Drew slowly slid his mouth over the length
of Archie's shaft, easily swallowing it down his
experienced throat. Archie gripped the preteen's head
and held his face against his crotch, enjoying the feel
of the boy's warm wet throat around his dick. He jabbed
his cock in and out of the kid's throat until he was
ready to cum. He reached behind him to snatch a small
video camera from a desk drawer. He pulled his cock from
the boy's throat and told him to open his mouth.
Drew obeyed, looking up at his tormentor to see the
camera pointing at his face. Archie told him to stick
out his tongue as he jerked his cock at the boy's mouth.
He laid the fat head of his cock on the boy's
outstretched tongue as a thick load of semen drooled out
of his dick. White clumps slid down the surface of
Drew's tongue to pool in the back of his throat.
Archie's orgasm was heightened by the view through the
camera of the boy's beautiful innocent face looking up
at him with those deep dark eyes while his cock spit
thick gobs of semen into his mouth.
Archie had Drew kneel on the floor with his mouth open
to show the sperm in his mouth. He filmed the preteen
swallowing the disgusting mouthful; then told him to
smile at the camera. The pretty boy smiled up at his
rapist with a sheen of sperm coating his lower lip.
Switching the camera from video to still pictures,
Archie spent the next fifteen minutes taking hundreds of
pictures of his helpless captive stripping out of his
clothes and posing for a series of degrading pictures.
Archie took close-up pictures of the boy's genitals and
asshole, as well as positions he directed the boy to
take. He would make thousands of dollars from these
pictures, not to mention the blow-job video. This kid
was going to make him a ton of money for a three-hour
investment. And he was charging that stupid asshole Joe
two hundred dollars to do it!
Archie stuck his head through the doorway when he heard
the door alarm, and made a beckoning gesture with his
arm at the men who had come in. The five men crowded
through the doorway into the small office, each with a
look of lecherous anticipation on his face.
"Hey, boys." Archie greeted them with a huge grin on his
nearly toothless mouth, "help your selves." He stood
back and indicated the small naked preteen shivering
next to his desk. A tear ran down Drew's cheek as the
five perverts surrounded him.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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