Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2016 23:04:29 +0300
From: Jack Pinkerton <jack.b.pink@yandex.com>
Subject: how-hunter-got-into-show-business-09

How Hunter Got Into Show Business Chapter 09, mb, Mm, Mb
By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com)
http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/
Codes: Mb(10), Mm(16), mb, oral, anal, rim, reluc

This story is appropriate only for adult audiences. If you are not an adult
STOP READING and do your homework!

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.

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Hunter bounced his knee nervously as he sat in the waiting room. He felt
his father's soft hand patted his arm in comfort. Butterflies warred in his
stomach as he looked at the calming pictures on the beige walls.

"Dr. Mandy is ready for you Hunter," the young assistant said, poking his
head in the room.

Hunter started in surprise at the interruption to his dread. He stood up,
trying to control his shaking legs. He didn't hear his father stand with
him, but knew he had.

Father and son followed the assistant down the hall to an open office.

"Help yourselves to some refreshments and have a seat," the assistant said
with a smile. "The doctor will be in in a couple of minutes." And the door
closed.

Hunter`s dad poured a cup of water and offered it to his son, but the
ten-year-old refused. So he sat down and sipped lightly.

Hunter couldn't understand how he could be so relaxed.

After what seemed like forever, the door opened and a kind-looking middle
aged woman strode in. She smiled at Hunter and offered her hand, "I'm
Dr. Mandy and you must be Hunter Parish." He nodded, trying to give a
friendly smile but failing. "Welcome."

"Mr. Parish," the doctor turned to Hunter's dad and shook his hand as well
before sitting down across for the pair.

"I understand the Hunter is going to be a major star!" Hunter blushed at
the compliment, "Augustus has given me glowing reviews of your acting
ability." Her demeanor was almost fake in its cheerfulness.

"Maybe," Mr. Parish said firmly, "but my wife and I see a very negative
change in Hunter since he...met Mr. Bailey."

The initial session was actually fairly short and not at all like Hunter
feared. He had worried they'd hypnotize him or something, but they just
talked. In the end, they agreed to a session every week for Hunter alone,
and a semi-weekly session with just his parents, so they can learn to
adjust to the fame their son will receive.

* * *

The next session, or maybe it was the first real session, was the very next
day after school. Hunter, once again, sat alone in the office waiting for
Dr. Mandy.

She walked in and sat behind her desk, not in the lounge chair she had the
day before. She looked through a folder on her desk while Hunter waited.

Finally, she glanced up at him and said roughly, "I know this is new to
you, but you need to understand one thing: you are the property of
Hollywood now, understand?"

Hunter's ten-year-old mouth fell open in surprise at her coarseness. He
shook his head honestly not understanding.

Dr. Mandy sighed and said bored, as if well-practiced, "That means you do
what your told. No matter what. If a director wants you to kiss his ass,
you pucker those pretty little lips and plant them on his hairy rose
bud. If a producer wants you to suck his cock, you open wide and make sure
to swallow."

Hunter sat back and stared at her, unbelieving of what she said.

"I-" he began, but Dr. Mandy was standing up and walking over to him.

She leaned down, her face in his. "You selfish little brats think you can
just saunter into this town, show your pretty little faces, and get
everything for nothing. Bullshit. You have to pay for it. Work for it." And
she walked out the room.

Hunter sat stunned. He didn't know what to do. He was about to get up, but
the door opened and Dr. Mandy came in with what looked like a large photo
album.

She pushed the album into Hunter's arms and sat back down at her desk,
studying him.

"Look at it," she said.

Hunter stared at the beige album cover for a few moments, unsure if he
wanted to open it. He turned the cover, feeling the psychiatrist's gaze on
him.

The first page showed a photo. A little boy's naked butt filled the page,
small, dangling balls snug tightly below a smooth tight anus. Hunter's
stomach sank and worry filled him as he flipped the page. Hunter stared at
an image of himself on his knees looking into the camera.

Tears walked in his eyes. These were from the private photo shoot
Mr. Juiles took. He'd promised they'd be kept private, but now Hunter
realized they'd been kept for blackmail.

The preteen started to close the album, but Dr. Mandy stopped him. "Keep
going, Hunter."

He looked up at her. Through his blurring tears, he could see her smirk,
twisting her mouth. He glanced down, ashamed she knew this secret. Not so
secret, apparently. He turned the page. Again and again. More images of
him.

Hunter kicked himself mentally. It had only been a few days, but he was so
damn naive! What had he been thinking? But he knew. Fame. Fortune.

He turned page after page, not even really looking at
his...porn... anymore.

"You see, my dear boy," Dr. Mandy said, standing, "You are already owned."

She walked around the desk and stood in front of the boy who had paused his
browsing. He looked up at her when she gripped his chin, nails digging
sharply into his jaw.

"You have a choice. You can accept and maybe even enjoy it," she flipped to
another page. Hunter looked at the smiling cum-covered face of a younger
Charlie, Mr. Juiles' cute assistant. The boy, probably 13 or 14 in the
photo had a relaxed, blissful look on his face. Despite himself, Hunter
felt his little boyhood harden.

"Or, you can resist," she turned to another boy's photos. Corey Lee. Hunter
knee about him as he saw the unhappy boy in his undressed state, a man's
erection nestled in his frowning mouth. After his parents and sister died
in a freak boating accident, Corey Lee disappeared. "And face the
consequences." Dr. Mandy turned the page and Hunter saw a chained, naked,
pale and bruised Corey Lee. Between his legs was a scar. No testicles. No
penis. He looked miserable. Almost dead.

"What will it be?"

Hunter felt numb.

* * *

Charlie looked up as Dr. Mandy shuffles Hunter into the lobby. She sees him
and grins a wide toothy smile, "Charles, my dear," she walks over and they
embrace in a friendly hug, "It truly has been too long." As she pulls back,
her hand drags down his chest. Charlie suppresses a shudder. He never liked
this woman, ever since she "counseled" him as a young teen.

"Yes. I'm here to pick Hunter up and take him home."

Hunter has his head down and doesn't notice Charlie at first. But when he
hard his name his head shot up and his gloomy expression brightened
noticeably.

"H-Hi, Charlie," he said hesitantly, blushing. Charlie smiled at the cute
boy.

"Hey, Cutey. How 'bout you wait here while I fill out some forms for you
and then we can take you home, okay?"

Hunter looked at the older teen strangely, but nodded and went to stand by
the door. Dr. Mandy led Charlie to her office.

As soon as the door closed, the therapist pushed down her skirt, revealing
her erect penis. Charlie sighed inwardly as he got on his knees before the
shemale and engulfed her not-very-lady-like prick.

* * *

Hunter pressed the back of his head against the wall and let a couple of
tears squeeze out between his lids. Is this what he really wanted? Was it
worth it? But there was a voice deep his his head that told him this...sex
stuff was a perk. It was fun. But it was dirty and awful and bad. But
Charlie was so handsome and those pictures of him Dr. Mandy showed him were
so exciting.

And what about those other pictures? What would happen to Hunter's mom and
dad if he didn't behave? What would happen to Hunter? A fear like he'd
never felt before sunk in his belly and he cupped his shriveled little dick
and balls gently, protectively.

But then Charlie was walking towards him. "Let's go."

They sped down the avenue, both silent for a while, lost in their own
thoughts. Charlie looked that the boy in his passenger seat. Looked at his
eyes, his lips. His rising and falling chest underneath the cotton
shirt. Then Hunter spoke.

"She showed me your pictures," he said suddenly.

"What pictures?"

"The ones of you covered in...cum."

"Oh."

"It looked like you liked it."

"I did. And I still do."

"Are you...gay?"

"Yes. Are you?"bro

Hunter didn't answer but fell silent again. Charlie felt his erection
tighten his pants. He looked at the boy again. Damn, he was a
hottie. Suddenly, he made a decision and veered a quick left at the last
minute, driving onto an old access road to the top of a hill overlooking
the city. The sky blazed orange in the sunset as Charlie stopped the car.

"What are you doing?" Hunter asked his cheeks flushing.

"Helping you," Charlie leaned towards the ten year old and pressed his lips
against the boy's. He felt Hunter immediately relax and slip his little
tongue into the teen's mouth. Charlie sucked it it, enjoying the spongy
muscle, the taste of the boy's mouth.

He pulled back, just barely enough for their lips to part and looked
squarely into the ten-year-old's eyes.

"What do you want?" The teen asked seriously.

"I...I...I want...I don't know." Hunter's cheeks were flushed and he felt
hot as he tried to and sense of his emotions.

"Do you want me to take off my shirt, Hunter?"

The boy nodded silently. His eyes were wide as he watched Charlie slowly
pull off his tee. The boy looked at the teen's lean build, his rounded
pecs, his thin, taught belly, the dark hairs around his navel trailing
downward.

Charlie smiled inwardly as he watched the boy ogle his bare top. But he
kept his face neutral. He wanted Hunter to come to his own realization. "Do
you want to take off your shirt, too?"

Again, Hunter silently nodded. But he didn't make a move so Charlie reached
over and started to tug off the boy's tee. Like a young child, Hunter
lifted his arms in aid, and soon he was as topless as the teen. Charlie
eyes the boy just like Hunter had eyed him. But the boy was smooth, his
muscles juvenile, undefined, and soft. Charlie found himself drawn forward,
his tongue swiped the boy's brown, nubby, dime-sized nipple.

"Do you want me to keep doing this?" And he latched his lips over the
ten-year-old's little nip and started sucking it between his teeth. Charlie
grasped the nub lightly in his teeth and toyed with the rubbery flesh with
his tongue.

"Yesss," the boy sighed out, barely audible and wrapped his arms around the
older teens head, holding him in place.

But Charlie wasn't content to suckle the boy nipple for long. He started to
sensually kiss down the boy's chest to his belly, loving the feeling of the
child's heavily breathing diaphragm. But he continued downward, cupping
Hunter's package. The boy was hard, which pleased the teen. He unsnapped
the boy's pants, then stopped to look up at Hunter's face. Hunter was
looking down at him and nodded to the unasked question.

"I want you to do that."

Charlie opened the boy's fly and pushed down his undies to reveal the
hairless, three inch, uncut boy cock.

"You want me to do what?" Charlie teased his lover, making sure to
enunciate his words so his breath tickled the boy's penis. It throbbed in
response.

"Suck it. Suck my cock!" The boy shouted, "I'll do you, too!" And he felt
the warmth, the moisture, the suction.

* * *

As Hunter writhed in the sensations of his boyhood's fellatio, another car
pulled onto the bluff unseen by the distracted young lovers.

Horus Angolus, a balding, fat, Mexican film producer turned to the
thirteen-year-old white boy sitting uncomfortably in the passenger seat of
his Ferrari. The man's sweat-stained wife beater matched his unshaven jowls
and sweaty, mustachioed face.

He wiped his hand across his brow, smearing his drips, then reached over to
cup the young teen's chin. The blond boy shuddered as he felt the clammy,
slick hands on his soft skin. The producer used his thumb to play with the
boy's lips, prying open his mouth, then slipping the sweaty hairy digit
into the small, revolted mouth.

The perverted adult smiled at the child, then pulled out his large,
dripping unwashed cock and grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and
pushed him down. A tear ran down the boy's cheek as he opened his lips,
knowing the cost of being a child-actor in Hollywood.

* * *

Charlie's fingers played with the ten-year-old's hair as Hunter's head
bobbed up and down on the teen's prick. He leaned back and sighed. "Suck a
little harder... mmm... that's it. Your fucking amazing, Hunter."

He knew the boy was struggling with his immature but budding sexuality and
remembered what it was like when he had to face his own homosexuality. It
helped to have men encourage it.

"You're making me feel so good." The boy seemed buoyed by the compliments
and sucked harder and bobbed more enthusiastically.

* * *

Horus looked down at the suckling boy. The child wasn't doing a very good
job. Horus sighed. But he was damn horny. He finally pulled the boy off,
looking at his frowning face. This stupid kid needed to learn to act.

Horus pushed the thirteen-year-old onto the passenger side of the bench
seat and quickly pulled the boy's pants down, exposing his anus. His dick
thronged looking at the thing he was about to defile. The smooth
roundness. The tight little red hole.

"NO!" The teen shouted when he realized what the powerful, fat producer was
going to do to him. He surprised Horus when he kicked out.

* * *

Hunter's mind had become clear. His mouth open, the thick, hard-yet-soft
filling his oral cavity. He loved it. He was a gay. And he loved being a
gay. Charlie's hand was pressing him to go down farther, so he did, feeling
the ridge of the teenager's dick head pop through his mouth and into his
throat.

It caused him to gag, but he was determined. Instead of backing off, he
went down father until his lips met pubic flesh. "Oh, God, Hunter,
yeah. Deep throat me, baby."

Hunter started swallowing, massaging the dick with his throat. He felt
Charlie's hand push under the back of his pants. The finger started to rub
his cherry. He wiggled his hips back, encouraging, and the fingertip pushed
inside. Hunter clenched and when he did, Charlie's cock throbbed. So he
clenched on the finger again. And got the same response along with a
involuntary moan. A pride swelled in his chest.

* * *

"You fucking cunt!" Horus held his face where the boy's foot had
connected. The sweaty old man went to hit the teen, but the boy was already
out of the car. Grumbling, Horus grabbed a small satchel and rushed out of
the cab. He ran after the teen. The boy's pants were still down, trapping
his thighs. He hadn't gotten far when Horus caught up and gave a mighty
push, sprawling the boy on the dusty ground.

Horus quickly sat on the boy, trapping him so he couldn't move. He was
facing the boy's feet and admired the screaming kid's taught round ass. He
pulled the thirteen-year-old boy cheeks open to get a nice view of the
cherry pucker. With remorse, he pulled the needle from the satchel. He
would have been a great fuck, but since he was resistant, he would be worth
more unspoiled.

* * *

Charlie is in bliss as the ten-year-old mouth serviced him. His finger is
teasing and being teased, but he knows what he is restricted from. He rolls
his head over and sees Horus Angolus pulling a needle out of the butt of a
young man. The kid goes instantly limp and Horus drags him back to his
car. He then looks over and sees Charlie. Shit.

The teen watched as the Mexican producer waddled over to his car, his dick
still lodged in the sucking throat of ten-year-old Hunter. "Hey, Honey."
Charlie said smiling as he rolled down the window. Hunter tried to pull off
to see what was going on, but Charlie held his head tight.

Horus's dark eyes scanned the perverted scene inside the car before leaning
down and placing a deep kiss on Charlie's lips. Charlie enjoyed the
spiciness of the kiss, but when the man pulled back, his face dripped in
Horus's sweat.

"I'm sorry to do this to you, hijo, but my date left me with blue balls, so
I'm going to need yours."

"He belongs to-"

"It doesn't matter. I'll smooth it over." He leaned into the window and
grabbed Hunter by the hair, slowly pulling him off Charlie's dick. Charlie
let the powerful man take charge. He wasn't in a position to stop him.

Hunter stared wide-eyed at the fat sweaty man holding his hair. A couple of
drops splattered on his face. Anxiety wound his tummy again, but the fat
sweaty man didn't give him a chance to protest. He tossed Hunter over the
seat into the back of the sedan then quickly got in. "You won't disappoint
me, will you, chico?"

Hunter didn't really understand. He shook his head and squeaked out, "I
don't want to-" He was about to protest but the man interrupted him.

"You won't." And he pushed his pants down his thighs, revealing his thick
uncut brown cock. "Take off your pants."

Hunter shook his head, but then the familiar-yet-different scent spun his
head. He found himself moving without thinking, pushing his pants and
underwear down his smooth, creamy thighs. The fat Mexican smiled before
peeling off his wife beater, sticky with sweat.

Hunter looked at the man, his mind was suspicious of the bulky body, dark
hair matted stickily to skin. But his dick throbbed at the bulky body and
dark matted hair.

Horus lay down, pulling Hunter on top of him. Hunter felt the wiry chest
hairs against his cheeks and the man's arms pressing him into his
body. Hunter looked up at the man's balding head and mustachioed
face. Inside his mind he was crying, but he couldn't help himself. He slid
his way down the fat, dark middle-aged belly until his face was above the
engorged, hooded cock.

The male scent was strong. Hunter knew what would happen. Knew what was
happening. As the musky male pheromones entered the gay preteen's nostrils,
they activated the child's olfactory sensors. These sensors were connected
directly to the boy's budding sexuality, a sexuality desperate for
pleasure. Desperate to please. Desperate to serve.

Hunter didn't even realize his initiative. He just found the moist soft
scrotal skin cushioning his face. The pheromones were stronger. Hunter
heard himself moan with each inhale, whimper with each exhale. He was
ashamed. But unable to stop. And incredibly excited.

Then he had another internal conflict. Horus had his hair tight in his
grip, pulling Hunter up. But Hunter was so desperate to stay in the man's
balls. Obey, or sniff. That was the conflict.

Obey won out. The ten-year-old allowed his head to be manipulated until his
lips were rubbing against the moist, dripping helmet of the man's uncut
cock. Hunter lay the middle of his tongue against the desperate urethra,
tasting the man's pre as it dribbled out. Until the man pushed and Hunter
felt the jab at the back of his throat, forcing him to gag on the adult.

* * *

Meanwhile, Charlie paced nervously between the two cars. On one end, a
cute, passed out naked teen. On the other, Hunter with aa mouthful of Horus
Angolus. He checked his watch and looked down the road. Please make it in
time. He felt so helpless, but Horus Angolus scared him.

* * *

Hunter felt the man pulling at his arm, but he doesn't want to stop, to
take the hardness out of his mouth. But the man is persistent. He pulls
harder, saying, "Come now, little cock slut. You'll like this." So Hunter
relents. Reluctantly.

The man pulls the boy up his body onto his fat belly before rotating the
boy around. Hunter slides easily on the man's perspiration. His head is
back in the man's groin and he happily slips the flesh into his mouth. In
this position, his nose hovers just above the man's full, swampy
testicles. The source of the musk that seems to control the boy. His moan
is loud, lustful, and involuntary. Hunter inhales deeply as he sucks on the
knob is his mouth.

On either side of the boy's head, the man's soft thighs part and lift up as
Horus puts his feet on the door, giving him leverage. He holds Hunter's
little boy head in place and thrusts deeply down the little boy's
throat. In his prone position on his belly, Hunter is able to welcome the
thrusting penis fully and easily down his immature gullet.

The man stops his face fucking for a moment and Hunter feels a warmth on
his balls.

* * *

Horus swipes his slimy tongue around the white boy's marble balls. The skin
is so smooth, so hairless. He loves boy testes of all types, but his
favorite are like this boy's. Hunter's balls are small, but his scrotum is
loose. It mean Horus has a lot of skin to play with, to suck on, and to
roll the testes inside of.

He sucks a mouthful of preteen scrotum into his mouth, then tightens his
lips to suck the little nuts in. His lips hold them back, but with enough
suction, the man forces the boy's testes into his drooling mouth one by
one. He feels the boy's body tense at the pain, but the boy doesn't
complain. What a prize!

As Horus rolls the little beads in his mouth, he starts thrusting deep into
the boy's throat again. He then pushes the boy's perfect, round cheeks
apart to gaze at the tight sphincter within. The cherry will be his to
burst.

He lets the boy's sack fall from his mouth and leans his head forward. The
boy squirms and giggles around the adult cock as Horus' mustache tickles
his delicate crack. The man's dripping tongue takes an eager full swipe at
the lips of Hunter's hole. The clean, soft taste of boy ass eggs Horus into
full analingus mode. His tongue stiffen and prods forward. Hunter's anus is
tight as if withholding entry. But Horus is skilled, his tongue strong. He
doesn't take his time as he forces the sphincter open and he probes for the
tiny, tasty button.

His tongue pushes along the soft walls of the tiny anus until he feels the
bump. There! He slaps it hard and watches as Hunter jumps, visibly
surprised at the sensation. He slaps the boy's prostate again, pleased to
hear the boy's gurgling moan.

While he enjoys pleasing boys to the point that they are putty in his hands
willing to do anything he wants, Horus is displeased when the boy pulls off
of his prick.

* * *

Hunter's mind was gone. He was unable to think. He was on auto pilot. On
instinct. His body filled with immature boy testosterone, a warmth
sensation that bleeds from his anus. He slis down the sweaty man's body. A
body that should revile him but instead, a body that he can't get enough
of.

He feels the man's roiling, sperm-filled balls on the nape of his neck as
he leans over and kisses the hairy, salty lips of the middle aged anus of
the man below him. He smiles to himself as he hears Horus gasp in surprise
and spread his legs farther apart to give access and permission.

Hunter begins his feast. His tongue prodded into the middle aged hole,
coating it in boy saliva. He tried his best to mimic what Horus was doing
to him, but without seeing, he could only guess. He was surprised at how
clean the man's sweaty asshole was. It tasted like sweaty skin, just like
the man's prick.

But really, Hunter could only feel the incredible sensations in and around
his butt. What's more, he felt the strongest desire for more. He couldn't
help himself.

He pushed himself off of Horus's wide bulk. The man grunted a complaint
that Hunter ignored as he positioned himself. He squatted awkwardly above
the man's hips and looked Horus in the eyes.

Horus nodded and grabbed the boy's smooth hips, aligning his prepubescent
cherry with his aching erection. "You want me inside you, nino?" He asked.

Hunter felt the shame well up inside his tummy as he felt the Mexican prick
head against his little pucker. He nodded as tears welled in his eyes.

Horus, either oblivious or uncaring about the boy's internal struggle,
smiled and Hunter felt the pressure simultaneously on his hips and against
his sphincter. He felt himself open. Being forced open. He took a deep
breath as his anal nerves were pleasured.

And then he felt it all ripped away as the world spun.

* * *

"What the fuck are you doing Horus?" A furious Augustus Juiles
shouted. He'd arrived just in time and pulled his little money-making
starlet off the disgusting pervert before he was ruined.

Horus started to shout back at him, his brown, sweat-sheened face turning a
dark purple as he struggled to sit his fat ass up.

"Shut up you stupid beaner shit," Mr. Juiles said, pressing a loafer
against the Mexican producer's balls threatening. "You aren't shit here."

The man quieted, but the hatred in his eyes didn't quell.

"You stupid gringo can't leave me blue-balled. You know why I am here. Who
I am working with."

Slowly, the talent agent removed his foot, clenching his teeth. Hollywood
nobility was so hard to navigate at time. He tried to work out a solution
quickly before things got out of hand.

Behind Mr. Juiles, naked Hunter was being helped up by a concerned Charlie
who preened over the boy. Mr. Juiles noticed Horus' eyes swivel towards the
naked minors.

"Charlie, take off your pants." Mr. Juiles instructed.

The teen looked at his boss and lover, his eyes wide with fear and
disbelief.

"Do it."

Charlie flinched as if struck, then looked at the fat Horus, trying to keep
the bile down.

"Bu-but I'm not on PrEP."

Hours looked at the seventeen-year-old with disappointment, but said, "I
have a zero viral load. Get over here and let's get this over with."

Neither one was happy with the situation. The pedophile because his fuck
was going to be way too old for him, the teen because of the disgusting
diseased cock that was going to be in his ass.

Hunter stood nearby, his senses coming back as he watched his friend walk
over to the man, push down his pants and lean over, making his well-used
anus accessible to the other man.

Horus waddled his naked flabby body behind Charlie and, gripping his cock,
lined up for entry. Hunter watched as Charlie grimaced and cried out as his
anus was stretched wide by the adult-youth sodomy.

Horus started to buck back and forth as slaps and fwaps filled the air. His
breathing quickened and he started wheezing at the exertion. He looked over
at Hunter and his back straightened and his humping became more powerful
and regular. He smiled at the kid who knew he was in the man's imagination.

Hunter looked at Charlie and saw the anguish in his face. He knew this
sacrifice was for him, but didn't fully understand why. He did know he
needed to help out somehow. He gazed at the man's flabby ass as it shook
with each thrust. He stood still, deciding. Finally, he walked over to the
pair fucking. Mr. Juiles watched silently curious as Hunter knelt down
behind the man and pried open his flabby asscheeks.

* * *

Horus felt the little face wedge itself in his crevasse. He felt the
lapping tongue on his hole. It drove him wild. He reached behind his back
and grabbed the little slut's hair, holding him in his ass as he felt his
orgasm approach. This experience was new, and something he would continue
to play with. Having a young little tongue licking his anus as he fucked a
tight little ass...

He shoved his cock into the teen one last time before his sperm gysered
into the boy.

* * *

"C'mon Hunter, I'll take you home." Mr. Juiles led the boy to his car. Once
the boy was belted in, he turned to the naked teen, sitting on the dusty
ground, crying. He could sense the filth emanating from the teen. His
attraction to Charlie had been waning over the last months as the boy
matured. But now, he could barely bring himself to look at him. He was
spoiled. Blighted.

"Charlie," he said coldly, "I expect you and your shit to be out of my
house my the time I get home." He got in his car and drove off, deaf to the
broken teen's wails. Hunter will be worth it. He was almost convinced.

*   *   *

Horus looked at Charlie then dialed the number. "He's a little old, but he
doesn't need training. Yes. He's positive, or will be soon. Use him up
quickly. Five grand is fair."

And he drove off.

--

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