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Thirteen year old
Shawn hurried down the street as fast as
his slender legs
would carry him. He he to be careful how
fast he moved
because his sweet
young ass hurt him something terrible.
Today was his
birthday. He was
thirteen today. But he wasn't hurrying
home to any
birthday
party. Oh no. He
was hurrying to get the money in the
pocket of his
tiny
shorts to his
Uncle. He was supposed to be home an hour
ago. It wasn't
his
fault. The man
who took the porno photos of him had gotten
carried away.
When he heard
Shawn was thirteen today, he just had to fuck
him again. Warm
cum trickled out
of Shawn's asshole. He wasn't allowed to
remove it. It was
proof that he was
out working hard for his uncle.
He had been
visiting Mr. Claybourn's house. Mr.
Claybourn loved
to take
photos of boys.
He loved to take just slightly naughty
photos of boys.
He
posted them on
the internet and sold them. He pretended to
be a respectable
photographer of
children, but at heart he was an old
lecher. After every
photography
session, he fucked Shwan or the other boys he
was shooting.
Mr.Claybourn had
a humongous dick. It was much longer and
thicker than the
dick of Shawn's
uncle or his uncle's friends. And that was
saying a lot,
because Shawn's
Uncle Todd was hung. But Mr. Claybourn was
a fucking freak.
And Mr. Claybourn
loved nothing better than to ram it balls
deep up some
little pre-teen
or teenage rectum. He never used any lube
other than spit,
and of course he
wore no rubber. Shawn's ass hurt for a
week after every
session with Mr.
Claybourn, and since he had to visit him
every Thursday,
his not so tiny
asshole hurt constantly. He had had a tiny
unfucked asshole
only a few months
ago, when he first came to live with his
uncle. Shwan's
Mom was in drug
rehab. Shawn's uncle was as twisted as they
come, and hungry
to make money any
way possible. Whoring out the little boy
was his first,
but certainly not
his ugliest idea. Shawn's life was a
nightmare.
At least at Mr.
Claybourn's studio he got to play with
Play Station and
drink soft drinks
and relax before and after his fuck in a
nice room. At
home he slept in
a closet. Really. In a closet with a pail
to shit and piss
in.
Shawn tried to
hurry, but his ass throbbed. He hoped the
photos Mr.
Claybourn had
sent along would appease Uncle Todd somewhat.
Nothing ever
pleased Uncle
Todd totally. No matter how hard Shawn tried
to give an expert
blow job, his
uncle always found something to punish him
for. Either he
didn't lick the
huge sweaty fucksack with enough
enthusiasm, or he
didn't
use his tongue on
the bottom of the dick strongly enough,
or his suction
was
off, or he didn't
lick the pisshole with enough style.
Always something.
Until a few
months ago, Shawn had never had sex of any
kind. He barely
knew what sex
was, except for what he saw on tv and in the
movies. His drug
addict mom never
explained anything to him. She barely
talked to him.
Some
of the guys she
brought home to fuck her had groped Shwan's
ass and one had
even tongue
kissed him, shoving a garlic tasting tongue way
down his little
boy throat. But
that was as far as it went. Until Uncle
Todd and his
friends.
Now they guys
sometimes had Shawn kneel with his mouth
open while they
had spitting
contests. They filled the little boy's mouth
with spit slop
and
then made him
swallow it. They covered his pretty little
boy face with
spit
until it
glistened. Well that was better than when they
covered it with
cum.
Sometimes they
gave him "facials" jerking off their dicks
and letting them
spit their
fuckslop all over Shawn's nose, mouth, eyes,
hair and cheeks.
The
boy's face would
be coated almost an inch thick with
cocksnot. Of
course he
then had to
scraped it off with is fingers and eat it all.
He was used to
the taste of cum.
Not a way went by that he didn't swallow
quarts of it.
Take today for
example. At nine this morning, his uncle
had shot a
healthy morning
load down his throat. The for breakfast he
had had corn
flakes covered
with dog cum. His uncle had a wonderful
sense of humor.
Then
by ten thirty he
was hanging around the men's room at
Jefferson park
trying
to pick up guys
to make money for his uncle. He had to make
two hundred
dollars a day, or
he got the shit kicked out of him.
Really. He had to
lay
with his naked
legs spread, while his uncle or one of his
friends kicked
his
rectum with a
booted foot. They also stomped on his small
hairless nuts.
Shawn ignored the pain in his rectum and the
cum leaking
out. He started
to run. He had to
get home soon! His uncle probably had
friends over
waiting to fuck
him or get sucked by him.
Shawn hung around
Jefferson Park sucking off guys in the
men's can until
one o'clock or
so. His uncle only allowed him to charge ten
dollars for a
suck job and
twenty for an ass fuck. He wanted the little
shit to work for
his money. So you
see Uncle Todd wasn't only money hungry.
He would often
sacrifice profits
to satisfy his sadistic sexual drives as
well.
Next, Shawn had to perform his daily
"Mercy Sucks."
He hated this.
Uncle Todd had
spent several years in the gutter, living in
cardboard boxes,
until he hit upon
the idea of whoring out boys. And now,
he never forgot
his old friends.
Every day, Shawn had to go under the big
bridge where the
derelicts and
bums lived. He had to suck at least three
dirty diseased
stinking dicks of
drunks and bums without charging them
anything. They
loved
little boy flesh,
and depending on the day, sometimes he
couldn't get away
without sucking
ten or twelve crusty cruddy cocks, and
taking five or
ten
dicks up his ass.
Depending on how
long this took, he then went over to the
Blue Boy Cinema
Arcade. This was
a local bookstore. He only got to go
inside because he
sucked the dick
of the owner. Shawn spend the afternoon
there, sucking
dick
and taking it up
the ass until he made his two hundred.
Well, he had to
make
more, cause the
bookstore owner took half of everything he
took in at the
bookstore. You
can imagine how sore his little throat was
and how swollen
his lips were
from sucking all that dick. His asshole was
usually throbbing
with pain by now
too. And then, around five or six, he
would usually go
to a
special client.
This was one of Todd's pals who liked to
hurt or humiliate
or abuse little
boys. The guy might want to use a belt on
Shawn's ass, or
take photos of
him, or watch him suck off a dog's dick. All
kinds of sick
things.
Shawn reached the
porch of his uncle's house. He could
hear voices in
side
and imagined a
bunch of guys were over drinking beer. If
they were already
drunk, things
could turn nasty. Shawn took off his clothes
on the porch of
the house and
folded them and put them in the cardboard box
for the purpose.
Then naked as the
day he was born, he opened the door and
went into the
house.
Uncle Todd and
five of his buddies turned toward the
little boy
standing
naked in the
doorway. The kid was trembling. He trembled so
hard, his little
balls jiggled and
dances. In one shaking hand he held out a
wad of money for
his uncle.
"Well where
the fuck were you, Asswipe?" His uncle
Todd bellowed.
Todd
was a well built
handsome guy. Since making money, he had
cleaned himself
up, and he now
was quite a hot dude. He strode across the
room and grabbed
Shawn by one
slender wrist. Money flew everywhere. He
didn't care. They
now
had more fucking
money than he knew what to do with. "You
are almost an
hour
late, you sorry
cocksucking Twatfaced Cunt!"
"Mr...Mr.
Claybourn wouldn't let me go. He sent these
pictures along
for
you."
Shawn's other hand held up the photos. Uncle Todd
threw the slender
naked boy down
onto the carpet.
"Assume the
position, Fuckhole!" Shawn immediately got
on hands and
knees, arched his
pretty pale little back and pushed his
young ass globes
up
as high as he
could. He spread his legs slightly so his
nuts and dick
could
be seen. They
were still quite tiny.
Todd glanced at
the photos. They didn't do much for
him. What was to
see
in shots of a
scantily clad kid posing on chairs and shit,
when he had the
real thing bare
assed on the floor right in front of him?
"What the
fuck is wrong with you, Shitface? Get that
asscunt up and
out.
I want to see
pink pussy, boy! Push that asscunt up and
out!" Shawn
arched
his back more and
pushed his ass out toward his uncle. He
was really
shaking
badly now. His
uncle was in a foul mood. The guys in the
room leaned in to
get a better look
at the boy who was just thirteen today.
Some of them
started to play
with their dicks in their pants in
anticipation of
the fun
to come.
"I don't see
that ass up nearly high enough!" Uncle
Todd yelled and
he
drew his big belt
from his jeans with one smooth move and
brought it down
on
the kid's ass
globes. "THWACK!" The boy screamed. Spit
flew from his
mouth and tears
clouded his vision. Again and again the
thick belt left
big
red welts on the
tender little boy ass. And with each welt,
the dicks of the
guys in the room
got harder.
"GET THAT
FUCKING ASSHOLE UP AND OUT, YOU SLIME SUCKING
SUCKHOLE! I AM
NOT
KIDDING!"
Shawn was grunting and panting and sobbing. He
pushed
and pushed. He
couldn't get his
little ass up and out any further.
"Get those
legs apart. You trying to protect those
worthless little
fuck
sacks?"
Uncle Todd brought the belt up with an underhanded
stroke and the
leather tip
licked harshly at the kid's hairless scrotum.
Shwan let out a
scream like a wounded animal. His little
body jumped. A
mind numbing pain
started in his little nuggets and went
through his
entire
body. It made him
sick to his stomach.
"Don't you
dare close those legs!" A second and third
blow followed.
Then more whips
to his beautiful rounded ass globes. Then
his uncle moved
in and kicked the
boy as hard as he could in the guts. The
kid's body
lifted off the
floor and he flipped over like a pancake and
landed on his
back. Todd
stepped right on the boy's face. Shwan started
to lick his
uncle's boot. His
uncle threw down the belt and was handed
a beer bottle.
He dropped it
next to Shawn.
"Get that
fucking bottle up your pussy. Now!"
Shawn picked up the bottle and raised his
legs. With one
hard move, he
rammed the bottle
deep into his asshole. He new better than
to take it easy
on himself.
"Well don't
just let it sit there, fuck yourself with
it!" Shawn
fucked
his little ass as
hard as he could with the beer bottle. He
grunted and
cried, all the
time licking the sole of his uncles dirty
boot.
"What a fucking piece of shit I had to
take in! What a
fucking loser you
are. What a
fucking fairy! You are going to eat shit
tonight boy. For
your
birthday. You are
going to eat shit! You are going to eat
the shit of every
guy in this room.
Do you hear me?"
"Yetttthhhh Thir!" Shawn yelled, his
tongue still out
and licking. He
had never eaten
shit. That was one thing they had not yet
ever done to him.
Not even the high
paying customers.Shawn couldn't imagine
having to eat the
shit of other
people. The very thought of it made him want
to puke.
He fucked the
bottle in his ass harder. All the cum in his
ass made the
bottle nice and
slippery. Uncle Todd removed the heavy boot
from the boy's
face.
"Titty
Up!" he yelled. Shawn arched his back again,
pushing his chest
as
high as he could,
trying to get the little boy nubs of his
nipples as high
as possible.
Uncle Todd
chuckled and looking down on the boy, let a
string of saliva
drip to the kid's
face. Then he reached down and grabbed
the boys nipples
between thumb and
forefingers. Then, holding the kid by
his tit tips, he
pulled the boy's
body off the ground.
Shawn screamed,
the bottle shot out of his ass like a
bullet from a
gun.
The guys in the
room roared with laughter. Shawn hung from
his nipples. He
dare not reache
his hands up to ease the pain. He just hung
there like a
puppet. Todd
twisted the tit tips and bounced the boy in
the air a bit.
Shawn was sure
his nipples would be ripped off. The pain
was unbearable.
His cute little
boy head swung from side to side. His
tongue lolled out
of
his mouth.
"Somebody
shove a dick in that mouth!" Todd yelled,
swinging the boy
by
his tits. One of
his buddies was out of his jeans in an
instant and an
eight inch prick
hovered over the boy's mouth The foreskin
pulled back and
dirty smegma fell
onto the boy' slips.
"Suck little
faggot. I been waiting for this all week. I
ain't washed it
or nothing."
The foul cock entered the boy's mouth, and
Shawn remembered
to
lick all over the
prick head and to get his tongue deep
into the foreskin
to
clean it out.
Another dude knelt on the floor and worked
three fingers up
Shawn's asshole.
Todd laughed. "Happy Birthday Baby!"
Around the raped
boy, on the floor
lay the photos of
his modeling session with Mr. Claybourn.
I have included
them for your
pleasure.
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