Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013 17:26:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Dak H <dakt1998@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tow Truck Boy, part 3

Part three is a little longer than the first two parts. I hope you don't
mind.  Do you like where it's headed?  I hope I don't suck too bad as a
writer. (cringe!) I'd appreciate any feedback – good and bad! Thank you!


* * * *

Mike sat down at Derek's computer, looking through one directory after
another, getting ideas for what he could do with his – with their –
bitch.  Three hours ago, he hadn't even known the kid. Now, he couldn't
imagine fucking anyone else.

Across the room, Sammy leaned back on the couch, still naked, and played
with himself. Derek was on his knees taking pictures, close up and full
body.  Sammy seemed to get off on the attention.

"Are you serious?" Mike asked.  The others looked over at him.  His
attention was on the monitor, eyes bulging out of their sockets.

On the screen, a younger Sammy was on his stomach, tied up, spread eagle,
getting his ass beat by what might have been a riding crop. Derek crawled
over to watch.

"What kind of sick shit do you have on here?" Mike asked.

"Sorry dude. I forgot about it.  I grab anything that looks young when I
get a chance. Didn't realize it was him."  Derek's mind was far away, his
voice full of lust. They both turned to Sammy, who carried on, not missing
a stroke.

Back on the screen, the nine year old Sammy was being lubed up by a tall,
well-endowed man. They still hadn't seen the man's face, but his erect cock
was at least eight inches. The uncut cock was leaking precum

Neither Mike nor Derek realized they were both stroking their cocks as they
watched the man roughly enter the boy's bubble butt, burying it in one
thrust.

"How the fuck did you take it like that?" Mike asked.

"Practice, sir.  He fucked me like three times earlier that day, so I was
still stretched out."

Derek realized what he was doing and removed his hand. He smiled, looked at
the boy, and snapped his fingers.  In an instant, the bitch had his cock
down his throat, pubes tickling his nose.

"I always wanted to do that. Snap my fingers and get head," Mike said.

"We own him til morning. If you want it, do it," Derek reminded him.

Mike shut off the video and moved on to the next one. Now he was
curious. How many other videos were out there with his slave?  Where did
that come from? he wondered. Slave? He liked the thought. But yeah, how
many other videos were out there? How long had Brian been loaning out his
son? Even with that threat to call the police, was there any chance he
could keep the boy?

Keep the boy. Keep him. As a slave. Own a 12 (well, technically 13 now)
year old slave.  Make him wear a collar. Drink his piss. Never need to use
the toilet again.  Mmmmm.

His hand was still on the mouse when he realized he was cumming, just from
the thoughts in his head. He looked down at his slowly deflating cut
cock. When hard, it was a respectable seven inches, curved ever so slightly
to the left.

"Swallow every drop, bitch!" Derek said.  He held the boy's head down,
cumming straight into his throat. Poor kid, Mike thought. He didn't even
get to taste it.

They needed to recharge. Mike sent Derek into the kitchen to get some Diet
Cokes. Sammy sat between them on the couch. Mike had some questions.

"Do you like sucking cock, boy?" he asked.

"Oh yes, sir!" Sammy answered.

"Do you enjoy getting fucked?"

"Yes, sir! I love it!"

"How long have you been sucking?" Mike asked.

"I'm sorry, sir. My daddy says I can't tell anybody."

"Do I own you, boy?" Mike asked.

The boy hesitated before answering, "Yes, sir. You own me. I belong to you
until morning."

Mike felt his cock twitch. He ignored it, continuing with his questions.
"How long?"

The boy looked guilty.  He squired, as though trying to escape.  "As long
as I can remember, sir. Before."

"Before? What does that mean?" Derek asked.

"Daddy let me suck on his cock even when I was a baby.  He said I could
only get the head in back then, but he said I would cry and cry if I didn't
get it. He said that's when he knew I was born to be a cocksucker. Sir."

"Yesterday, I would have said that was disgusting. Today, I'm jealous of
your dad," Mike said.

Derek was hard again. He pointed at his thick uncut cock. Sammy climbed
into position and lowered himself down, impaling himself again.  He slowly
rose up and down while Mike continued.

"Do you like being loaned out?"

"Yes, sir. I love taking care of so many dicks. I can't get enough!"

"How did it start, the loaning out?" Derek asked between grunts.

"I was 5 or 6, I think, sir."

"I asked how, not when," Derek said. He leaned the boy forward and swatted
him on the ass, hard.

"Daddy ordered pizza. The driver was late. Daddy was horny so he let me
suck him while we waited. When the guy showed up, Daddy pulled his boxers
up. I was still naked.  The driver kept staring at me. Daddy invited him in
and then locked the door.  He took his boxers off and I went back to
sucking.

"Daddy asked if he liked what he said. The driver said he'd heard about
stuff like this happening, but thought it was all bull. He said it was
fricken hot.

"Daddy grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat. The
driver couldn't believe I could deep throat the whole thing. Daddy told him
to take his clothes off.

"He was in his early 20s with a skater body and shaggy blond hair. His cock
wasn't big like yours. Daddy let me suck it as soon as he finished feeding
me.

"The driver came right away. He said he wished he could spend more time
with me. Daddy told him to come back after work and he could. The driver
said it would be about 2 in the morning. Daddy said that was OK.

"He was there right when he said he'd be.  Daddy asked where he lived. It
wasn't too far away. Daddy said he was tired, so the driver could either
use me there in the living room, or take me home and bring me back before
his next shift.

"He got real excited and took me to his place. I got to suck off him and
his roommate.  They took a bunch of pictures of it too. I really liked
posing for them.  They brought me back to Daddy together. Daddy asked if I
liked it and I did so I told him so.  He told them that they could borrow
me again any time if they wanted.

"Sir, um, you're leaking a lot. Is it ok if I ...?" he asked.

Mike couldn't speak. He could only nod. He moaned though as the boy stuck
his tongue out, licked and slurped his way up his throbbing cock.

As the boy expertly blew him, he again imagined the boy wearing a collar
while he held the leash. He couldn't keep fucking his girlfriend's
daughter.  She would get pregnant eventually, and how could he explain that
to people?  Plus, she just wasn't a perfect slut like Sammy.  No, being
pregnant would never be a problem with this boy slut.

Owning this bitch was no longer a want. It was a need. He only had a few
more hours to figure out how to make it happen.