My name is Kieran, I'm 13, and I'm a whore.

I know what the word means now. I didn't the first time I was made to hold up a piece of paper for the camera saying I was a whore.

My dad died in an accident when I was 4. I don't remember him that well now, just the cuddles, and him kicking a ball with me in the garden after he got home.

At first mum was always crying, then she got quieter, and whenever I wanted her she always seemed to be asleep. I know now it was from being drunk. The house got dusty and my clothes got dirty.

Just after my 5^th birthday we had to move out of the house I knew, and I moved with mum into a run-down city-centre flat.

The flat became barer as things were sold to feed us. All my best and more expensive toys went, and as I grew the clothes I needed came in the cheap and second-hand type.

I was nearly 6 when my mum got a job in a local bar. I was now left alone when she went out to work around 6 every evening, and I was often woken up by the sound of her coming in at 2-3am, regularly with some man who'd picked her up.

Getting up in the morning, on those days I bothered to get up for school, I would find her and some man sprawled naked on the bed or couch asleep.

I was 6 ½ when Mike became a regular part of our lives. He was soon the man I would normally find with my mum, and a month or so later mum told me he was moving in.

One good thing to me was that Mike always had money, and my clothing improved, at least to the mind of the street kid I was quickly becoming – Nike air max trainers, Adidas trackie bottoms, in-fashion t-shirts, hoodies, and caps that he told me to always wear backwards.

Within a couple of weeks of him moving in, my appearance had changed dramatically, from an uncared for kid to a young version of a cocky, street-chav brat. He took me for the latest fashion in boy haircuts, and had my ears pierced; telling my mum he wasn't being seen with me looking like I'd just crawled out of a skip.

I soon knew where his money came from. I saw the older boys and teens that visited the flat, producing cash and stuffing small bags and packets into their pockets before leaving.

I was soon doing regular deliveries for Mike, and afternoons in the park making sales to his customers from the local secondary school. In a couple of months I knew what weed did to me, and I knew mum was using stuff stronger than that.

Weed became a normal part of my day, but Mike always kept me away from his harder items. At the same time I could see mum's use was increasing.

Mike always paid me lots of personal attention, saying he liked me to look good. He liked to make sure I bathed and showered, and would come in to help wash me down, running his soapy hands all over my skin, sometimes even sharing the bath or shower with me. When he did he would get me to help in washing round his privates, or cock and balls as he said I should call them, and in washing his bum.

My life went on like this until a couple of months before my 8^th birthday. The day I came home to find mum dead from an overdose.

Over the next week of people coming and going, I learned that mum had at some time signed a paper saying that Mike should look after me if anything happened to her. I knew no relatives, and there was nobody else asking to take me.

Except for mum not being there, my life was much the same for the next two months. Until the changes on my 8^th birthday.

Getting home that day, Mike told me I needed a shower, then I'd get my present. Mike showered with me, getting me to wash his cock and balls as usual.

Finishing the shower he dried me off, and got me to help drying him. When I'd finished rubbing him with the towel his cock was standing out hard and erect, the way it had been when I'd seen him naked with mum.

I went to pick up my clothes but he told me to leave them and go into the living room. I sat naked on the edge of the couch and he followed me in and stood facing me, his cock still standing out stiffly from his belly.

"You're a big boy now," he told me, "so we're going to change a few things around here. You already help me make money by selling for me, but you're going to learn other ways you can make me money."

He stepped close to me, his cock only centimetres from my face. I tried to lean back, but he put a hand on the back of my head pulling me forwards till the head of his stiff cock brushed my lips.

He told me to open my mouth and demonstrated how to roll my lips over my teeth. Then he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth; telling me to suck and lick it like it was an ice lolly.

Taking hold of my head he began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, while telling me to keep sucking and licking. He had already filled my 8yo mouth, but each time he slid back in he tried to push in further, till he was hitting the back of my throat. He kept going like that until he stopped with a shudder and a thick salty liquid flooded my mouth.

His hands held my mouth closed around his cock. "Swallow you little fucker," he gasped out, "spill any and you'll lick it up."

He kept his cock in my mouth for a couple of minutes before pushing me away, and I fell to the floor retching with snot and tears running down my face. He kicked me with his bare foot, "get up and get dressed, I've some gear that needs delivering," he muttered. "Then when you get back you can get some more practice; you fucking need it, one of the worst blow jobs I've ever had."

Over the following week, whenever I wasn't out delivering or selling for him, I was naked in the flat. Lots of the time either on my knees or lying on the bed, with Mike's cock in my mouth as he gave me the necessary 'practice' and I learned to swallow his whole length down my throat.

At the end of the week he told me I was good enough to start making him money, and that he had contacts with a few men who would pay well for an 8yo who could give a fairly decent blow job.

A day later when I returned from making Mike's deliveries I found Mike sat with 3 men.

I was made to stand in the middle of the room and strip naked, then turn on the spot for the men to get a good look at me. "Nice," said one man, "you've found a good one here. He'll be popular." The others laughed.

"These friends of mine are gonna put you in their new movie," said Mike. "A bit of advertising so all the right guys know about you. Plus I get paid for you to be in it."

I was pushed through into the main bedroom, where 2 video cameras on stands now pointed at the bed, then made to sit on the side of the bed.

Two of the men, a large black man and a skinny white guy with a shaved head, began taking off their clothes. The third man picked up a camera, and Mike perched on a chair in the corner of the room, his mouth twitching into a half grin.

I was given a sheet of paper to hold in front of me while the man with the camera took some pics, telling me to be sure it didn't hide my face or my cock.

I was told to read out the paper, but I had to ask how to say 2 of the words. MY NAME IS KIERAN. I'M 8yo AND I'M A SLUTTY BOY WHORE. PHONE TO MEET ME. Then one of the many mobile numbers that Mike used for his dealing.

"That says what you are now. Read it out loud, cause you'll need to say it for the vid."

After he was happy he switched on the 2 video cameras, then he swapped the camera for a 3^rd hand held video cam.

I was told to face his video camera holding the paper, and read it out loud.

The paper was pulled out of my hands, and I was pushed down on the bed by the 2 naked men.

"Now you're gonna learn another skill you'll need in this business," muttered the white man.

They had me on my back with my legs pushed up so my feet were by my head, and the shaved man began to rub something cold and oily around my bum hole. Then he suddenly pushed a finger inside me and I let out a squeal.

The man laughed. "Scream all you want, some of the guys like that, and you'll be screaming a lot louder in a few minutes."

I knew the walls of these flats were so thin that you could hear any loud noise from the flats next door, but I also knew the surrounding flats were all customers of Mike's and wouldn't interfere in anything he was doing – and there was no way anyone around the flats would call the police. I was sure Mike could have openly murdered me without anyone in the flats interfering.

I soon found out how loud my screams could get, when the white man pushed his stiff cock inside of me. Then learned I could get even louder when the black guy shoved his massive cock into me.

The rape continued for about an hour, my screams trailing off into gurgling and moaning as my throat became too sore to scream.

After the rape, I was forced to lick and suck their cocks clean, then was ordered to suck off the cameraman and Mike.

Later that night in bed, as Mike fucked me while I screamed and sobbed into the pillow, he told me that the vid would get interest from lots of men, and that I would soon get used to it and it would stop hurting. That I'd be getting fucked at least 3-4 times a day, to make sure I got used to it.

That's how my life as a whore and porn star started. 4-5 guys a day isn't unusual. I've been to parties with 10-12 men, on a quiet day only 1 or 2, but I've never had a day off in 5 years.

I expect you've seen many of the vids and photo sets I've been in. 'Kieran At The Farm' and 'Kieran's Day Out To The Zoo' are the 2 I hated making the most.

Man cocks are no big deal, I'm stretched out enough that I don't even really feel it, but I know how to fake the pain for the guys who like that.

If you want to meet, just call that number that always appears on my vids and photo sets, and Mike will do you a deal…

The End