Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lost Everything Chapter 02, Mm By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com) http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/ Codes: b, m, cp Please be aware that this story describes, in erotic detail, sexual interactions between males and between adults and minors (both over and under 14). The author vehemently discourages and condemns any sort of adult-child abuse including sexual abuse - even if all parties involved are "consenting" at the time. Seriously. It's not worth destroying a child's life to get off. Just read these harmless stories. This story is meant solely for entertainment purposes, not instruction. Please do yourself a favor and DON'T harm or abuse any real children. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fabrications and in no way relate to real people or real events. Any appearance of similarity to real persons or events is completely coincidental. ***I thrive on feedback. If you enjoy this or any of my other stories, I'd love to hear from you. If I made you cum, let me know (consider it payment ;) ).*** - Chapter 2 Introducing Skyler to the World Adam Smithington was pissed off. He slammed the door shut and tore off his sopping wet jacket as he stomped through his ramshackle hotel room. The storm was in full swing pelting a deluge upon the small village in the foothills of the Andes. But the weather isn't what irked Smithington. He'd been here for weeks, tracking down his only lead in finding his kidnapped - and now apparently raped - children. At the end of a video purportedly sent from his youngest, Ben, the camera view shifted and gave him a brief view of a window. One frame of that video showed a clear view of what was outside that window. That brought him here. But all the help he expected from the Peruvian officials was nonexistent. "This happens all the time," they said. "We've never recovered a stolen boy." Ridiculous. "Besides, it looks like he enjoyed it. Get on with your life or you'll go crazy." And that was that. They weren't going to help. Smithington dropped into the creaky chair next to the table and flipped open his laptop. He flicked on his satellite internet on and opened his email program. And stared stunned. There was a new message. Not from "Benny" as he'd hoped, but from "Skyler." That must be his other boy. Shaking with trepidation, he opened the email and then hung his head in shame. On screen popped up a flyer that read: "Do you want to be my new Daddy? I'll be on the auction block... See some of the things I've learned to do and then make your bid! If I'm lucky, I'll be able to go home with you!" These words framed a youthful silhouette in goopy, luscious letters. The silhouette was just a black outline, a side view. Clearly the model was naked, and clearly he was a boy. He leaned forward, standing with forearms pressed against a wall. One leg was extended behind him while the other toed playfully at the ground in front. He had an obscene erection, giving the distinct impression that this youth was well on his way to a very fortunate puberty. His cock, already man-sized looked even bigger in contrast with his slight, still boyish frame. Between the shadow's legs, a small but plump sack dangled proudly. Though he hadn't seen Tyler naked since he was a toddler, Adam knew this boy was his 13 year old son. At the bottom of the electronic flyer was a date and time... scheduled for the following night. *** The next night found Adam sitting alone in his hotel room. Fitting, he thought to himself. He was in the exact situation most normal people imagined pedos were like: sitting alone in a creepy, rundown, rape-me hotel in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, eagerly waiting to look at naked children. Of course Adam was only eager to get confirmation his son was still alive and find a way to rescue him. A deluge hammered outside as Adam typed in the odd web address into his computer. The website began loading with excruciating slowness. Damn this third world country internet. After a brief moment, Adam regretted his impatience and groaned in revulsion. Continuing to download at a snail's pace, the website's banner scrolled into view displaying a logo that read: SLUT-BOYS LOOKING FOR DADDIES. Leading the banner was the face of a young boy, probably around 10. His bowl-cut brown hair complimented his hazel eyes while at the same time contrasting with his almost glowing-white skin. The bridge of his nose was only a small ridge ending in a tiny, classic button above a pair of startlingly red lips. Lips that gaped slightly, framing the pearls inside and the hint of a pink tongue beyond. Aaron Bucket, Adam recognized the boy who had gone missing from a small town outside Omaha who was staring out of the screen at him with a look half of wonder and half of fear. The boy had looked like this five years ago when he disappeared on his way to school. Adam's gaze pulled away from poor lost Aaron to the obscene logo butting up against the sweet face. The letters were written in a variety of flesh colors, round and bulging to give an organic impression. A small, erect boy dick protruded out from a tight, baggy scrotum stood in for the logo's hyphen. The flesh-writing dribbled with an excessive amount of thick, white goop, no mistaking what that was. The obscene font combined with little Aaron's portrait left little question to the depravity Adam knew he was about to experience and it left him even more fearful for his son. But this wasn't even the most disgusting part of the Slut-Boys Looking for Daddies logo. That would be the two 'o's in 'Looking'. The first 'o' framed a mocha slit: the clearly untouched virgin anus of a young boy, totally hairless, totally tight above a pronounced perineal seam highlighting the beginnings of the boy's taint. As Adam stared on in horror, the little slit quivered and clenched even tighter, pulling inwards, protectively. It was an animation. And next to it was the other 'o', which contained clearly the same anus, no longer a tight, untouched slit, but a gaping hole, red and puffy with a trail of cum dripping down the violated boy's taint. As the slime dribbled out, the ring bordering the lad's sphincter throbbed in obvious discomfort. Adam felt a knot of nervousness fill his stomach overriding some of the searing anger he'd been feeling since he received that email "from" Ben as the page continued to load. Two things began to materialize onscreen. The first was a famed streaming video player. As the rest of the page loaded the video software began to connect and started displaying status information that Adam ignored. He was only interested in the other object loading. It was an image. As the image wiped down, Adam recognized two things. The first, and most important was his son, Tyler, stared back at him. The second was his pose: Tyler was naked, leaning against the frame of the video player. One leg extended backwards while the other toyed with the ground. His disproportionately large erection stood out straight. This was the original picture of the silhouette teased in the flyer. Tyler stared lustily at his father through the screen. Adam felt sick. Suddenly music blared from his computer's speakers as the video player connected, giving Adam a start. The busty music pounded as Adam quickly lowered the volume in extreme annoyance. What looked like a cabaret stage faded on screen, complete with flowing ruby curtains and an audience pit, filled to the brim. The camera zoomed to stage left as a figure, back lit by the bright lights sauntered to the middle of the stage, a hazy mystery. In the tradition of queer musical theatre, the backlights panned up quickly leaving the stage in almost pitch darkness. Then a spotlight lit up the figure: Tyler stood behind a mic leaning heavily on one leg. One arm rested firmly on his hip, elbow pointed out, while the other dangled as if forgotten. His stance reminded Adam of the powerful femininity of a burlesque house's Maitre d. The theatre was noticeably silent as if the audience was holding its collective breath. Then Tyler spoke. "Hey, guys," he said breathily and with his slight lisp that Adam hated "I'm Skyler. With an 'S', not a 'T'. I can't wait to meet my daddy. Let me show you how I can make you happy." A sly grin spread across his face as the crowd roared with cat calls and offers before the auction had even begun. Adam closed his computer, sickened. It was clear his son was lost to him. Since he was little, Tyler had always acted a little feminine. This gross behavior was only getting worse as he entered puberty. Adam had done his best, but clearly Tyler was a fag. Adam gave up on him. He deserved the perverts. Adam now had to focus on his only remaining son: Ben. He had to get him back before these monsters turned him into his older brother. Adam Smithington had had it all. Now he had shame. - Thanks for reading. I can be contacted at jack.b.pink@yandex.com.