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Boy Whore

Mb, anal, oral, nc, reluc, rape
cb
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The five-year-old boy swung his legs cheerfully, humming the Flintstones tune while holding his mother’s hand as she spoke with the motel manager. The manager looked irritated and displeased at the unsavory woman who was rambling away at him. Glancing down, the boy’s clothes were stained and unwashed, and his shoes were slowly deteriorating, perforated with many holes. Overall, the child looked unkempt and in desperate need of a good washing. His dirty, blonde hair was especially grimy making it look dark brown. A small crust of dried mustard clung to his cheeks, probably from his last hot dog meal. The mother’s appearance was just as distasteful. Her skin, hair, and clothes had much more dirt and grime, and despite her half-conscious attempts at hiding her arms, the manager spotted heroine tracks up her left arm. Her dirty, battered fake Prada purse slung over her right shoulder, and several plastic bags in her left hand made her seem more pathetic than ever.


Half listening to her fake cover story, the manager couldn’t help but count how many times the woman’s story contradicted itself. His usual clientele was typically streetwalkers, anonymous johns, and street rats. In the middle of her tale of "just in the area to visit her mother, but forgot she was coming and failed to make accommodations," the manager cut in, "Lady, I don’t care what your story is or what you plan to do in there. Just pay up and don’t make me call the cops. It’s $50 a night in advance, you got the cash or not?"

Flushed, the woman reached into her fake Prada and retrieved a crumpled fifty dollar bill. Exchanging the money for the dull brass key with a plastic key chain with a laminated "113", the man examined mother and child closer. The woman tugged at the inattentive boy to make him follow. As the boy followed, the manager shouted after them.

 

"There’s a common room around the corner with a TV if you want to ditch the kid for a while when you entertain your john."

 

Turning around, the drug-addicted woman’s hazel eyes momentarily sharpened and shot the manager a glare. She remained silent as she led her son to room 113, fumbling with the lock and hurriedly ushered the small boy inside. Relocking the door, the woman pushed her son onto the queen size bed and wandered into the bathroom. Dropping the plastic bags and staring at the mirror, she turned the water on and scrubbed her face. Grey grime washed from her hands and face. As she reached for the small towel, she felt a familiar tingle in her stomach and rushed towards the toilet. Vomit rushed violently from her mouth, as bile and blood mixed with the last meal eaten.

 

Unaffected by his mother’s sickness, the boy continued to hum his song as he tried to make himself comfortable. He turned the television on and searched for cartoons. Just as a new episode of ‘Adventure Time’ came on, his mother’s vomiting spell ended. Turning the volume higher, his mother suddenly yelled, "Cut that shit out, or I’ll beat you."

 

Muting the television, the boy sat quietly as he watched Finn talk with Jake. During this time, his mother began filling the scum-filled tub with cold water. As the episode ended, his mother again yelled for him to come into the bathroom.

 

"Max, get your ass in here!"

 

Dropping from the bed and running towards his mother, Max raised his arms as she stripped his torn and tattered shirt. After a swift tug, the shirt came free of his body.

 

"Get in the tub and wash yourself, I’m going to lay down."

 

Thus, the boy unbuttoned and unzipped his tattered pants, letting them fall to the ground. Stepping out of his jeans and shoes simultaneously, Max glanced at his reflection. He noticed how his skin was just as filthy as the clothes he discarded. His usually smooth skin had a layer of sickly gray. His white, y-front underwear was filled with holes and covered with yellow. It was evident his underwear outlasted their purpose. He pushed them down to his ankles. Looking back at his reflection, he played with his foreskin, fascinated by the red helmet.

 

From a distance, he heard his mother speaking on the phone and instantly remembered her instruction. Re-flushing the toilet to get all his mother’s sick out, Max sat on the toilet as he relieved himself. Emptying his bladder and bowels, he carefully listened to his mother’s conversation.

 

"Yeah, the little shit’s in the bathroom getting clean now. I got him some new clothes like the john insisted. No, I haven’t told him yet. What? Yeah, I can find somewhere else to stay. I had to pay another $80 for the room, we didn’t agree on that. They better pay. We’re in 113."

 

Max began humming the Flintstones song again before his mother snapped at him, "Shut up and get washed up!"

 

As Max began scrubbing his body, his mother entered the bathroom and turned the showerhead on. Cold water cascaded on the boy, and he shivered.

 

"It’s freezing."

 

"Stop complaining. It’s been fucking hot all week. Stop bitching and enjoy the cold, clean water and the air conditioning. Or, maybe, you’d rather sleep at the crack house again?"

 

Shutting his mouth and shirking at the thought of returning to the unsightly house filled with vagabonds, his mother began applying the sample shampoo and conditioner. Max closed his eyes as gray foam slid down his face and slender body. He remembered how they once traveled from shelter to shelter before they settled down at the dilapidated crack house filled with disgusting people.

 

His mother took a washcloth and scrubbed his body. Forcing Max to stand up, she worked the cloth from chest to back and down to his crotch. She spent an unusually long time scrubbing his genitals, perineum, and asshole. For some reason, Max felt uncomfortable with this kind of attention.

 

His mother suddenly stood up and said, "I’m going out for a smoke. Finish up and put on the new clothes we bought."

 

Max nodded and began playing with the bubbles in the tub. Splashing around, he noticed how the water had turned a dark murky gray and a layer of sediment covered the bottom of the tub. Max took the small soap and began cleaning his crotch again, feeling his immature cock harden. Then, he accidentally slipped a finger into his asshole. Surprised he took it out and finished washing. He unplugged the tub and watched as the dirt and grim flowed down the pipes. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off and headed towards the plastic bags. He donned on a cheap but very comfortable white cotton T-shirt. He suddenly became very excited when he found a three pack of SpongeBob underwear. Max grinned proudly as he bellowed, "who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" Giggling uncontrollably, he turned the TV on and continued to watch cartoons. About fifteen minutes after his mother left for a smoke, the door opened, and his mother reentered with a tall, handsome man.

 

His mother then abruptly said, "I’m going out for a while Max, this man’s going to look after you for a while. Be good and do whatever he tells you to do, you hear me boy? Don’t make trouble for him, okay?"

 

Max nodded his head and turned back to his cartoons. Lying on his belly, his legs wiggling in the air, Greg sat down next to him and placed a large hand on the boy’s smaller back.

 

"Hey, champ, what’s going on?"

 

"Not much, just watching some cartoons. What’s your name?" Max answered smiling as he felt the man’s hands rubbed his back, but never taking his eyes off the television.

 

"My name’s Greg. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

 

The buff man took both of his hands and began massaging both the boy’s shoulders. Giggling again, Max turned and smiled at the man giving him all this attention.

 

"So, tell me, how old are you?" the man inquired.

 

"I turned this many a month ago," Max opened his right hand and put up five fingers.

 

Greg smiled in mock surprise.

 

"Really?" Grabbing the boy’s arm, he squeezed gently, "You’ve got to be kidding me, are you sure you’re not older?"

 

The boy laughed and squirmed, shaking his head as the cartoon episode entered a commercial.

 

"Max, can you flex for me?" Max raised his arms and clenched his muscles, "I bet you have tons of girls just wanting to kiss you."

 

"Yuck!" Max cringed, shaking his head furiously and both he and Greg laughed.

 

"Ha, that’s good, since girls have cooties. If you catch them, you’ll be especially ticklish!"

 

Greg suddenly wriggled his fingers around Max’s skinny body, focusing on his ribs. Max, caught completely off guard, laughed and gasped, trying to escape Greg’s tickling fingers. Kicking and laughing, Max’s attempts at escape were to no avail.

 

"Oh, no, you lied to me. You definitely kissed a girl, and now you’re plagued with cooties!"

 

"No, please, stop!" the boy gasped between laughs as his belly and armpit were mercilessly assaulted.

 

Finally, after a few minutes of exquisite torture, Greg stopped with one hand on the boy’s upper thigh, the other clutching Max’s chest. The boy struggled to catch his breath and looked up at the man and smiled. Max’s mom usually left him by himself when she entertained men. Lately, she’s dropped him off a local park, and he’d wander the park until she returned a couple of hours later. Nonetheless, the boy relished the adult attention Greg lavished on him.

 

As the commercial ended, Max’s attention returned to the flickering cartoons. Snuggling back into the man’s embrace, resting his head against the man’s broad chest and sighing deeply. The man’s musky manly smell intoxicated the boy, and before long, the man smelled the top of his hair and caressed his body.

 

The cartoons kept Max’s attention, but he did notice Greg’s hands slowly moving its way onto the front of his SpongeBob underpants. Realizing what Greg was up to, Max turned his eyes away from the screen and met Greg’s eyes. A mixture of curiosity, surprise, and confusion entered his eyes. Although he turned back to the cartoons, Max’s eyes kept watching what Greg’s hands were doing.

 

"Has anyone ever touched you like this before?" Greg questioned hugging the boy closer and kissing his hair.

 

"Well, my mom when she gives me baths," Max said, feeling something poke against his butt, so he wiggled a bit until the mysterious object sat squarely on his ass crack.

 

"Do you like it?" Greg asked.

 

His other hand slowly worked its way up the boy’s shirt, rubbing his belly in a slow, circular motion around the boy’s belly button. Max nodded his head, and Greg realized his breathing changed. Slowly and deliberately, the man slid his hands under the boy’s SpongeBob waistbands and grasped the boy’s slowly hardening penis. Gasping, Max relaxed furthered into Greg’s embrace.

 

"It’s time I show you something very special. Something your mom knows very well. Would you like that?" Greg said as his right index and middle finger rubbed Max’s rock hard penis.

 

Nodding, the boy was disappointed when Greg removed his hands but was again elated when he was turned around, and Greg kissed him passionately. Opening his mouth to question what was happening, he found Greg’s tongue expertly caressing his. Unsure of what to do, the boy initially pulled away, but finding Greg’s embrace firm and unyielding, he surrendered and closed his eyes. Greg sensed Max’s acceptance and closed his eyes. Everything seemed so natural and perfect. Max was in heaven.

 

During the ten minutes of dueling with their tongues, Greg continued to explore Max’s body. Max found his courage to respond back to Greg’s tongue and caressed Greg’s hair and neck. Giggling nervously as Greg broke the kiss.

 

"Wow, that was incredible," Greg exclaimed, "but boys as pretty and beautiful as you should taste just as sweet."

 

Reaching into his pocket, Greg retrieved a piece of hard candy. As Max grabbed for the treat, Greg popped the sweet into his mouth and grinned. Disappointment etched the boy’s face, his mouth pouting when James huskily whispered, "Come and get it."

 

A crimson-pink blush emanated from the boy’s perfect features. Max realized what Greg meant, swallowing deeply, Max closed his eyes, leaned forward and pushed his tongue through their parted lips and breathed into Greg’s mouth. Max felt the tip slide across the hard, sweet surface, and he tried to retrieve it. The man teased him as he pulled the sweet back and Max pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into Greg’s mouth. Wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, he felt the sweet prize enter his mouth as Greg helped push the caramel into Max’s mouth. Emerging victorious, Max smiled genuinely and warmly, sticking his tongue out and proudly displaying his sweet trophy. Greg smiled and cupped the boy’s bottom, pulling him back for another kiss.

 

Greg continued to explore Max’s body as he traveled from his mouth to his neck, giving the boy a small mark of lust, then to the boy’s perfect dime-sized nipples, before teasing the boy’s navel. Max’s hard member pointed and strained straight up, the red helmet head poked clearly from the foreskin. Clearly, the boy was just as aroused as the man.

 

"Are you ready to feel amazing Max?" James asked as he played with the boy’s erection.

 

Propping himself on his elbows, he looked lustfully at Greg as the man moved down and sucked on the two-inch erection. Max gasped loudly at the rush of ecstasy.

 

"Quiet down unless you want everyone to know what we’re up to."

 

As Max’s erection vanished into Greg’s warm mouth, a soundless gasp reverberated from Max’s inner passions. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull as Greg sucked his small testicles. At this point, Max groaned loudly and proudly at the immense pleasure he was receiving. Greg bobbed his head up and down switching from sucking Max’s balls to his thin erection. Max grabbed Greg’s hair as he felt an indescribable feeling rise from his toes, shooting up to his legs, paralyzing his upper body and finally causing him to moan loudly, "Ugh, ugh, uuuugggghhhh!"

 

Collapsing on his back, Max rubbed Greg’s hair as he came down from an epic orgasm. As Max recovered from his first ever dry orgasm, he felt a finger wriggling in his anus. It felt uncomfortable, exhilarating, and undeniably erotic simultaneously. Squirming, or at least attempting to, away from Greg’s fingers, Greg took the hint and positioned Max faced down with his legs and butt in the air. Max’s head was resting on the mattress, and his breathing became somewhat labored. A warm, wet slimy invader penetrated Max’s virgin anus. Greg swirled, probed, and bathed the boy’s entrance for a good ten minutes. Greg soon noticed Max’s erection return and happily played with it as his anus lips were tickled beautifully.

 

Greg began undressing, undoing his fly and reaching for a small tube of lubricant. Setting the lubricant next to Max, Max looked at it eagerly as Greg removed his shoes, shirt, pants, and finally his underwear. Suddenly, a massive erection dripping with pre-cum smacked Greg’s belly leaving a slimy trail. Fascinated, Max gaped at Greg’s erection and studied it long and hard as Greg manipulated the erection and forced more of the clear, slimy liquid out of the massive cock head.

 

Greg’s cock was HUGE! NINE INCHES long and seven inches thick, the obscenely large corona head was larger than the child’s curled fist. Max, startled but fascinated, couldn’t imagine how he could put it in his mouth.

 

Greg postulated to Max, "Ever seen one this big, baby boy?"

 

The boy, still wide-eyed and speechless, simply shook his head. Greg might have been kind and warm initially, but an inner animal within him started to take over. Grabbing the tube of lube, Greg motioned Max to smear the thick, slimy substance all over his cock. The man thought it was better for Max to smear the slippery liquid all over the dripping rape stick. Greg watched as Max’s small hands and fingers barely close over his cock, slide up and down and add more lube. Greg chuckled as he positioned the boy face down just like before.

 

"I can’t move," Max protested.

 

"That’s fine. You don’t really have to move."

 

The boy was too confused and exhausted to question Greg as he inched forward and knelt behind him. Feeling his thin legs touch his thighs, Greg laid his long, thick, cock in the cleft of the boy’s ass and gently rested his balls against the virgin backside. A small drop of cock snot slid silently down the shaft before the mushroom dickhead kissed the virgin entrance. Max felt the large, blunt object pressing against his hole and in a flash, realized what was going to happen. The tight entrance clamped closed.

 

"No, please DON’T!" the boy exclaimed.

 

Greg’s large left hand muffled him and pinned him helplessly to the motel mattress. Greg’s right hand held the small waist, pushing his hips forward eagerly and continued to push his massive head into the virgin anus. He marveled at how such a large dick could fit into something so small.

 

"I’m sorry, Max, this is going to hurt a little, but you need to be brave and strong," Greg whispered, ignoring the child’s inaudible protest at the rhythmically thrusting giant erection against his puckered lips. "Just like my tongue on your ass, it’ll feel good soon."

 

With that, he pushed. An incomprehensible protest escaped Max’s throat as his anus began to give way, slowly stretched apart by Greg’s invading cockhead. The pressure slowly built and almost instinctually, Max began trying to expel the invading cock. It was bliss for Greg as he felt the first three inches slide past the puckered sphincter. Max’s eyes glazed over and his breath caught before a scream burst like a dam exploding. Despite Greg’s hands covering his mouth, it was still loud. Max thrashed wildly and desperately, but he couldn’t escape.

 

Greg, somewhat annoyed at the unexpected burst of sound, placed both his hands around Max’s throat and squeezed. Not to hurt the boy, but to prevent more noise from escaping. The boy choked on his screams and became frightened at the idea that he might be choked to death with a huge cock in his ass. Max turned his head, and his eyes met Greg’s and pleaded with him. A few minutes had passed before the boy calmed down, though still sobbing

 

Greg whispered to Max, "That wasn’t so bad, was it? Getting the head in is the toughest part. It gets easier from here, I promise."

 

Waiting several minutes, Greg began pressing in and out, in and out, in and out. Much gentler than the initial entry, Max grunted and cried softly as his ass began opening up. After what seemed like an eternity, Max felt Greg’s pubic hair scratching his smooth bottom, and a groan of satisfaction escaped Greg’s mouth.

 

Inching closer to the boy’s ear, Greg whispered, "I’m going to take my hands off your throat, but you have to promise to be quiet, okay?"

 

Nodding, the boy’s breath caught, and he gasped deeply for the better part of intrusion into his ass. Max was unable to breathe properly. Cursing himself for a bit, Greg leaned forward and kissed the boy’s tear-stained face.

 

"Please take it out," pleaded the boy. "Please, it hurts!"

 

"I know it does, but it will start feeling good soon. Just wait until you start relaxing, okay?"

 

"Why are you doing this to me?" The boy’s voice cracked, "I wasn't bad. Why?"

 

"Baby, this isn’t punishment. I don’t think you’ll understand, especially since you’re so young. I love you, and I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to do this. If I don’t do this, someone else will, and I know they’ll be much rougher. You might hate me forever. Maybe never want to see me again, but I’ve got to do it or—." Greg trailed off, running his hands through Max’s hair. "Is it getting better at all?

 

Greg’s penis was slowly penetrating further and further in as they conversed. The boy’s lips quivering, he closed his eyes and nodded slowly, confirming that it didn’t hurt as much. Then it happened, Greg’s cock was fully sheathed in the tight, warm rectum. Greg felt that Max had trusted him enough to continue the invasion of the adorable cute boy.

 

As Greg slowly forced the small boy onto his cock, he could feel the child’s tight anal ring slide the length of the shaft until it choked the base of the massive organ as Max felt the burning of his ass lips from the intrusion. Greg flexed his cock once inside, reveling in the incredible tightness. Max felt Greg’s low-hanging, heavy balls slapping against him. He also felt a mixture of fullness, exposure, vulnerability, and happiness. The full length of the oversized cock was tightly sheathed inside Max’s sex starved rectum.

 

A sudden realization washed over Greg like an incredible euphoric wave, the freedom to fully love a boy as he always wanted. This taboo was just so wonderful to perform. Max was stuck on Greg’s dick. As Greg attempted to pull back from the tight small body, Max’s anus choked the cock. Max’s anal ring must be fiery, as it was perfectly snug around the base of Greg’s shaft.

 

"Can you feel all of me inside you?"

 

Max honestly replied, "I feel like I have to poop."

 

"I’m just filling you up, and I am going to mount your ass, every chance I get," Greg lustily whispered in Max’s ear.

 

Greg pushed harder on the boy's hips and told him to "poop" his dick out. Max, straining his face all the while, expelled most of Greg’s cock. His sweet boy-cunt still choked Greg’s corona.

 

"I’m going to start fucking you now. It’ll probably hurt again, but I want you to be a big boy and try not to fight it, okay?"

 

Greg kissed Max and suddenly, he flipped the boy over. Max, on his back now, could feel the cock head in his stomach. In fact, upon closer inspection, Greg noticed his cock head outline on the boy’s belly. Greg now fully owned the boy, taking his innocence; he loved the surge of power emanating from his balls. Thus, Greg slowly removed a little more than half of his cock and thrust it in again. Max continuously whimpered at the pounding he was getting. Again and again, he felt his ass warm up to the invader. Soon, the whimpers turned into inviting, "Ah! Ugh! Aaahhh!"

 

"Do you want to feel something special?" Greg questioned, feeling elated at the boy’s manipulations.

 

Even though he asked the boy, Greg didn't wait for a response.

 

"Feel this."

 

Taking his cock out, except for the plum head, he quickly sank the full length back into the innocent boy and pressed his dick against Max’s hidden button. The child sang with delight, oohing and ahhing once Greg found the boy's g-spot. His soprano voice was music to Greg’s ears.

 

"Do it again!" Max begged.

 

"Do you like being fucked?"

 

"Uh-huh," was all he grunted.

 

"Do you want me to stop?" Not that Greg would at this point.

 

"No!"

 

Greg kept teasing him, "Tell me you like my dick inside you."

 

Max’s blond head was lying on the mattress while his ass was propped up for easier entry. Greg lifted the boy’s thin legs off the mattress and folded them back to his small, bare chest. Max’s well-fucked little hole was gaping open. The pink inner walls were visible. There was no mistaking the fact that this little boy has been fucked. The hard, immature baby dick was pointing to his belly button, and the marble-sized nuts were so tight they were barely visible. Greg knelt at Max’s love tunnel and warned him that he was going to slip it all the way in. His steely dick glided into Max’s open hole, it was as if the five-year-old boy surrendered himself to the rape.

 

"Oh, Max that feels so good."

 

The boy’s small body accepted all of Greg, and he continued to fuck him as before.

 

"I’m almost done," Greg cooed, leaning forward to whisper in the boy’s ear. "Soon, I’m going to be shooting my hot, steamy cum up your tight, hot, little hole."

 

This was the moment Greg began to manhandle the child. Sweat from Greg’s body dripped from his tense muscles and onto the boy beneath. His hips were a blur as they thrust violently forcing the full length of his cock deep into the boy. Max lay there, pinned to the mattress, on his back and his eyes closed with his thin, little arms resting on the pillows over his head. Max gave himself to Greg and accepted the physical union.

 

Greg’s balls were beginning to churn, nearly ready to explode. Max’s small body was bouncing on the mattress from Greg’s body crashing against the boy’s miniature ass. The scent of copulating filled the room with a strong, musky scent that only heightened Greg’s sexual drive.

 

"I took your cherry tonight, little boy. Wherever you go, you will always feel me inside you."

 

Cupping the boy’s neck again, he held him down and pushed his tongue into the small mouth.

 

"You’re one of the best cherries I’ve ever popped."

 

Max didn't know what Greg was talking about. Greg’s hands pumped Max’s small boy cock trying to bring him as much pleasure as the boy’s little body was giving him.

 

Looking directly into the cute boy’s face he stated, "I also stole your innocence."

 

Greg should have felt guilty, but instead, he felt a deep satisfaction abusing a boy so pure. Max’s innocence taken, pinned to the mattress with a man's hard cock throbbing deep inside him. The small body felt so good on Greg’s dick that his balls squeezed together. Sinking hard into Max’s small frame, he buried his thick adult cock deeper inside. His cock entered and went past his colon to enter his lower intestine. Greg’s shaft engorged and expanded inside the child, stretching him further open.

 

Max’s angelic voice sang with pleasure, lust, and maybe even love. His small body found ecstasy and shook hard as his orgasm wracked his immature body. Greg continued to rape him. Greg’s thumb and forefinger held both of his boy’s tiny balls, and he squeezed.

 

"Oh, god, here it comes!"

 

Greg faster, long fucking followed by five sharp, deep thrusts. Finally, with one last solid thrust, Max sharply yelped, and Greg’s piss slit opened wide, and he grunted then his cum exploded out of his cock as he flooded the boy with thick, creamy semen, coating the boy’s innards with sperm. The boy had been bred.

 

"Can you feel me cumming inside you?" Greg asked half dazed.

 

Max only nodded. He felt the hot liquid spread through his tummy. Greg continued thrusting hard into him while shooting every drop his balls could squeeze out. The length of Greg’s orgasm was the longest he had ever experienced. The physical union of their two bodies continued long after their taboo pleasure ended. There was no mistaking the child beneath him held the full length of his hard pedo cock.

 

"Now that my honey is inside your body you’re mine. Your ass is mine to fuck, and if another man wants to touch your body, you have to ask me for permission. Do you understand?"

 

Max knew Greg was serious. He didn't smile but solemnly nodded his head in agreement.

 

Pinned beneath a man who weighed more than five times than he did, the three foot, thirty-pound boy grunted, whined, and struggled to get the dead weight off him. The man made no move to remove his penis. Instead, Greg positioned the boy into a spooning cuddle. His large member, slowly losing blood and rigidity was still being choked by Max’s tight rectum.

 

Max felt many conflicted emotions. He hated and feared the man, but still loved the closeness and warmth Greg provided. They laid in silence, and both drifted off to sleep.

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