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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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