Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 07:15:14 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ferret - Prologue chapter

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Prologue.

I never knew who my Dad was.  He could have been one of many men who slept
with my Mom.  Yes, that makes her sound like a slapper, and to be totally
honest with you, that's what she was.  She was a hooker.  Sorry, an escort,
as I was told on a few occasions.  But the simple fact was she slept with
men, and the occasional woman, for money, so that made her a whore.  But I
loved her, she was my world when I was eight.
We lived in a half decent neighbourhood of the sprawling metropolis that is
old London Town.  It wasn't the ghetto by any imagination, but Chelsea or
Mayfair it certainly wasn't.  We never had the luxuries of some families but
we didn't starve, and I always had clothes to go to school in, and scruffs
to go out playing with the neighbourhood kids.
The most significant event of my young life happened when I had just turned
eight.  My Mom had got friendly, if you know what I mean, with Mickey, the
local dealer and pimp.  It was supposed to be a way for her to step up off
the street corners and into a better clientele.  However, when Mickey
decided to forego on payments to his supplier, they took it out in a way
meant to hurt him, and from the `safety' of a closet, I saw two masked men
burst in to our small house, beat, rape and then shoot my Mom dead.  I was
there, in the closet, for two days before Mickey came round to visit my Mom,
to find her dead, and me in soiled clothes.
He picked me up out of the closet, stripped me and cleaned me up in the
bathroom.
"What am I gonna do now Mickey?" I sobbed to him.
"Fuck knows kid!" He replied.  "I didn't mind giving your old missus her cut
of the money she made for me, and for the sex, but what can you do hey?"
He looked me over and ran his hands over my naked body, stopping when his
hand came in contact with my small pecker.  He grasped it gently and stroked
it a few times.  I saw a change of expression in his eyes and face.
"I don't normally go for this kiddo, but I need to see if you'd be up for
it," Mickey said.
"Up for what?" I said innocently.  Hey, I may have been the son of a whore,
but I was only eight and didn't know what he had in mind.
I soon found out though when he picked me up and carried me into my bedroom.
  He grabbed a pillow and put it under my crotch, lifting my ass to face
him.  He had grabbed some lotion in the bathroom and spread some on my
asshole, before unzipping his trousers and lowering them and his shorts to
expose his semi-erect dick.  I looked back over my shoulder, realising what
he was about to do, having heard all the slang on the street for queers and
fags and buttboys.  I tried to struggle away from him, but he leaned onto
me, his weight holding me down as he lubed himself up.
I felt his mushroom head touch my hole and gasped at the feeling.  He rubbed
it against my hole, as if trying to tease me, and I remember popping a boner
there and then.  I squirmed on the pillow, under his weight, trying to
adjust to get comfortable.
Suddenly I yelled out in pain and shock as he forced himself past my outer
ring muscles and thrust into me.  I felt like he was trying to split me in
two.
"God kiddo, you're so tight," he gasped as he thrust back and forth.
All I could feel was intense pressure building inside of me, and as he
continued his assault on my insides, warmth spread beneath me as I emptied
my bladder onto the pillow.
I was moaning, screaming, gasping, shuddering, all at the same time as I
experienced a grown man's cock stimulating my immature prostate.  I suddenly
felt Mickey shudder and thrust up me one last time as he held me down.
"Ooooohhhh Fuucckking Maaannnnn," he gasped out, collapsing on top of me.
"You are a better fuck than your Mum could ever have been."
I sobbed as I remember my dead mother in the next room.
Mickey pulled out of me, and turned me over.  He slapped my face in an
effort to stop me crying, and then waved his dick in front of me.
"To be good little boy whore, you've gotta clean your john off afterwards."
I looked up at him, not wanting to understand.  He grabbed my mouth and
forced it open, and slid his cock in.
"Lick it clean boy," I was told.  "Don't even think about using your teeth
if you know what's good for you!"
I slurped his cock until he felt I'd done a good job.  He pulled his shorts
and trousers back up.
"That was good kiddo," he said.  "You can earn us some big money if you keep
giving it like that.  Rest up and I'll be back tomorrow."
He left the room, and the house.
I crawled onto my piss-ridden bed and scrunched into a ball, crying myself
to sleep.

I awoke sometime in the night, shouting my mother's name.  My hand felt
dampness at my hole, and I picked up a t-shirt and wiped back there.  I
brought it to my face and saw red.  I was bleeding from my ass!  Even at my
age, I knew this wasn't good.  I couldn't let Mickey do this to me all the
while, or let other men do it as well.
I grabbed some clothes and put them on, before stuffing some more clothes in
a bag.  I moved into my mother's room, and found her secret store of cash.
A quick count gave me about two hundred pounds, which went into my pocket.
I looked at my mother's body, still lying on the bed, where she had been
shot.
I moved to her, and gingerly gave her a kiss.
"Bye Mom," I said, before turning and leaving the only home I'd known for a
life on the street.


Coming soon
Chapter One

Hey everyone, I've finally managed to get a second story started, after
several aborted attempts.  I think I've got a decent plot laid out for this
one, and of course, lots of twists, tough life and hard rampant sex in some
parts.  Sorry for the rape scene in this one, but this prologue was purely
for setting the scene and background to our little Ferret's life, and why he
is on the streets.  Chapter one will take up his life on the street.
My second story was going to be a total sex fest, but I think that's why I
never really got started as I can't just write sex, sex, sex.  I need some
sort of a plot and decent characters that you can feel for to make it
worthwhile, so let's see how this plays out.
Of course, all comments are welcome at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk

If you haven't discovered it yet, please read my other story in the
adult/youth section called `Life Just Isn't Fair' and let me know what you
think.