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 Lost Everything Chapter 03, Mb By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com)
http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/ Codes: Mb(8), cp, molest, non-cons
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,
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   - Chapter 3 Payback: Meet Benny

   Adam Smithington slammed the door as he stormed out of the motel room.
The subtropical rain was still torrenting from the sky and he was soaked in
seconds.  This did not improve his fury.  His eldest boy, Tyler, was
clearly and proudly a dick-smoking fag.  His worst fears about his son -
no! former son - were true.  It's not like Smithington was all that
surprised.  But he had hoped this was all just a phase or he was reading
his son wrong.  Even that he was one of those pussy-hound metrosexual guys
who chased fag hag sluts looking for guys into fashion and romantic
comedies and all that girly shit.

   But no.  Tyler was selling himself to the highest bidder in a room full
of queery pedos.  That was clear.  And Tyler was loving it, too.  That was
also clear.  Smithington couldn't have that behavior in his house. 
Couldn't have it around him or his youngest son, Ben, when Smithington got
him back.  No, Tyler chose his path.  And he chose abandonment of his
family to a lifetime of riding cock and guzzling cum and dying of AIDS.

   Maybe this made things easier for Smithington.  Now he could focus on
finding just Ben.

   "Shitty evening."

   Smithington jumped in surprise at the interruption to his musing. 
Trembling with adrenaline, he turned and his gaze fell on a bespeckled man
in his mid-fourties with the shape of a body builder.  Rain water ran in
rivulets off his bald head.

   "Sorry to startle you," the man said.  "Let me introduce myself Mr. 
Smithington."

   Smithington grew instantly suspicious and defensive.  This man knew him,
probably from his former career of from the press.  But maybe he was here
to deliver hostage demands for Ben.

   "I'm agent Thom Cutter with the UN Taskforce Against Child Exploitation.
I'm looking for your sons as I imagine you are too."

   "How... why are you here?" Smithington was confused.  It was beyond
unlikely that this man would be looking for his children and staying in the
exact same motel as he was.

   "TACE always has an agent following the parents of trafficked children
in case the kidnappers are interested in ransom and make contact.  In fact,
I know you've been contacted.  I saw that email and the video from Ben. 
And I know Tyler is being displayed and sold right now.  In fact, I'm
surprised you're not following the... ahem... auction."

   Cutter left the question unasked, but Smithington answered anyways, more
to let off steam than to explain himself.  "He's a fag.  I could tell the
moment he walked on stage that he is where he wants to be.  And that's his
choice and he will suffer for it himself, but I'm done with him.  Tyler is
dead to me."

   Cutter studied Smithington for a moment before nodding.  "I understand,
and in your position would do the same thing.  But I don't have the luxury
to give up on him.  Still, I will focus my efforts on your worthy child. 
Speaking of that," Cutter grabbed the tormented father's shoulder in
comfort, "I have a very unusual proposition for you."

   Smithington looked at the hand holding him and then into the agent's
face.  Seeing this reaction as permission to continue, Cutter went on.

   "As a DA, you were so successful in cases like these.  Even more
successful that we are.  So I think we have better chances of finding Ben
if we share our information."

   "What information do you have that I don't?" Smithington asked, still
suspicious.

   "Frankly, not much.  But Ben's kidnappers have released a new video on
some private newsgroups online that we have access to.  It also sounds like
they will release more.  I have to warn you, though, that you will have
trouble watching what they do to your son.  But I think you already have
some idea.  And, you might see something I've missed."

   Smithington took a deep breath to try to control his emotions.

   Smithington couldn't ignore this new information.  He had to take what
Agent Cutter was offering...

   ***

   They sat in Cutter's room, identical to Smithington's.  It was right
next door to his room, which is probably how Cutter knew when Smithington
stormed out.  Tyler's live auction was on screen.  The boy was now naked
with his ass in the air.  Hands from the audience raised and lowered as
perverts put in their bids.

   Cutter quickly closed the web page with little concern and Smithington
pretended to ignore what he saw.  He took a deep breath to calm himself
after facing even more evidence of the boy's faggotry.

   Cutter pulled over a second chair to the table his laptop rested on,
inviting Smithington to sit.  He then opened a folder which had two videos.
The first one, Hi Daddy.mp4 was the same name as the video that showed
Smithington Ben was alive and abused.  He didn't catch the title of the
second video file before Cutter opened it and the screen went black.

   Then, white text came panning in from the side.  It read: Payback Part
1: Meet Benny.

   Smithington pursed his lips in anger.  He knew it!  This was proof that
all that had happened was to get to him.  It was personal.

   "Ready?" Cutter asked with a hint of trepidation after seeing
Smithington's expression.  Smithington gave one terse nod.

   "Do it."

   The video was already playing.  The black faded to a view Smithington
would quickly come to hate.

   The video was focused on a baby blue, nondescript wall.  In front of the
wall was a narrow, padded table and a tall bar-height desk chair facing the
camera.  A man walked into the framed and leaned his butt against the
chair. He was in his mid forties, though looked a little older.  He had a
grizzle of dark hair coming out of his face, but his head was completely
shaved bald.  He was bulky.  The kind of bulky that you could tell was
mostly muscle but had an intimidating layer of fat around it.  He wore a
white tank top and tight yellow short shorts.  He was covered in thick,
dark body hair that stuck through every opening in his clothes.  He looked
like the classic gay 'bear' and he grinned at the camera.

   "Hi darlings!" he said cheerily, "It's me, Buck, and boy, do I have a
treat for you all.  As you know, we usually are hired by fathers or uncles
to teach their boys respect and humility and show you how we do it.  But
today, we have a special guest." He reached off screen and pulled a boy to
him.  Ben.

   Buck stood Ben in front of him holding him by his hips, showing him off
to his audience.  This was clearly an earlier video than the one that was
emailed to Smithington and he looked incredibly unhappy.  Ben still had his
short hair, though it was a little longer than normal.  His azure eyes were
red rimmed and watery as if he was just crying and his cheeks were rosy. 
The exposed skin on his face, arms, and legs was still darkly tanned.  He
was dressed in blue soccer shorts and a child-sized, pale pink t-shirt with
the word's Virgin Alert on it and an outline of a man hoding a boy's head
who was kneeling between the man's legs.  You could just barely see that he
was wearing bright white, calf height socks.

   The man named Buck leaned his face next to Ben's and took an
exaggerated, audible sniff.  "Mmmm," he said to the terrified boy, "You
smell like a virgin." Then an unusually long, thick tongue spipped out of
Buck's mouth and slid wetly up Ben's face from jaw to hairline.  Ben's face
froze in a look of pure steeled hatred.  "You taste like a virgin, too.  I
wonder if the rest of you tastes like a virgin, too.  I guess we'll find
out soon.  Hah!" Buck giggled at his own salacious joke as a tear ran down
Ben's stiff face.

   Smithington stared daggers into the screen.  His jaws tightened as he
ground his molars.  This violation was almost too much for him to handle.
What had Ben done to deserve this?  He had always been an amazing kid.  He
was best in the league on both his soccer and tag football teams.  He was
popular and everyone liked him.  Sure he wasn't very good at school, but
Smithington's friends could fix that when the boy was older.  The answer,
of course, is that Ben hadn't done anything to deserve this.  This was
retribution for Smithington.  This Buck, was punishing him, not Ben.  Ben
was just a casualty.  But he was the one who was suffering.

   On screen, Buck had redrawn his gaze to the camera.  "This is Benny
Smithington." He briefly gazed back at Ben.  "Say 'hi' to our adoring fans,
Benny." Ben didn't respond.  His body remained stiff, his eyed focused at a
point behind the camera, as if trying to pretend he was somewhere else. 
But they kept glancing back to the camera before quicky darting away.  He
was losing control.

   *SMACK*

   Ben's head snapped around at the force of Buck's backhanded slap.  An
angry red welt swelled on his cheek.

   "WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING," Buck's scream was almost shrill and
on the verge of insane, "YOU WILL NOT HESITATE AND YOU WILL NOT DISOBEY!"
His face was so close to Smithington's son's cheeks that as he enunciated
his words, his lips brushed against the boy.

   Buck composed himself and and redrew his attention to the camera. 
Benny's face was soaked, a combination of Buck's spit and Benny's now
constant tears.

   "Lets try that again," the threat in Buck's voice was unmistakable. 
"Benny, say 'hi' to your adoring fans."

   Ben hesitated for the briefest moment, then decided it would be better
to go along with it.  He lowered his gaze to the floor and mumbled out a
greeting through his clenched teeth.  "Hi, fans," as more tears ran down
his face at this small surrender.

   Buck's grin was his only acknowledgment of his victory over the
8-year-old.

   "I'm sure a lot of you are scratching your noggins about that name. 
Smithington.  Smithington.  Let me reveal the mystery.  Benny's daddy is
Assistant Attorney General who has put more of us in prison than any person
alive today," His voice turned suddenly painful and hurt for a moment,
"including me.  And for what?  Appreciating little boys like Benny, here?
Well, now Mr.  Assistant Attorney General is making up for it by letting us
play with his little boy!" Buck brought his hand up and inside Ben's shirt,
rubbing his tummy slowly, showing off brief glimpses of Ben's perfectly
smooth, perfectly tanned, perfectly boyishly soft belly.  He then playfully
slid his fingertips into the waistband of Ben's soccer shorts.  "So
smooth," Buck said as if to himself.  Then he shook himself slightly and
his eyes refocused.  "Not yet!  Plenty of time for that later." Behind Ben,
Buck adjusted himself.

   Back in the motel room, Smithington's breathing began to get heavier and
ragged.  This was too much, he started to dry heave and crouched on the
floor as he struggled for oxygen.  Next to him, Cutter sat still staring
intently at the screen picking up every detail.  He saw what happened next.

   Buck pulled Benny back to him hugging the boy tightly.  Viewers could
clearly see him start to dry hump against the boy's back, teasing the boy
and himself at the same time.  His hands slipped lower and came up, once
again, under Benny's shirt.  This time, though, Buck didn't stop at his
stomach.  He pushed his hands up pulling the hem of the pink shirt up with
it.  This gave the audience its first view of Benny's smooth innie belly
button.  The way he was pulled back to Buck, his stomach was stretched
which turned the 'o' of the button into an elongated oval, almost a slit.
The audience also learned that Benny's shorts were riding a little low,
revealing just the top of the 8-year-old's flat pubic mound and the
beginnings of a slight, but definite crotch V.

   Benny's face started to loose its emotionless stillness.  His lips
started to quiver slightly as Buck's hands glided up to the boy's little
chest.  He started massaging the undeveloped pecs and then started to toy
with the boy's nipples.  Benny raised his arms subconsciously in defense,
but stopped as Buck started to pinch and roll the little nubs roughly. 
When the molester was satisfied with his work, Buck pulled down Benny's
pink shirt and held it tightly from the bottom.  The audience could now see
the hardened nipples poking against the 'virgin' shirt.

   At this point, Adam Smithington had regained enough composure to look
back at the agent's laptop.  He saw the man known as "Buck" toy with his
precious little boy.  He looked at Ben's face, his trembling frown, tear
lined, swollen cheeks, red eyes and lost it.  He fell onto the ground.  He
couldn't bear seeing this abuse and knowing, from experience, that it was
just the beginning.

   "Raise your arms, Son," the man said huskily in the video before
Cutter's intense gaze.  The boy's pure sexiness was starting to get to him
and he was struggling to focus.  Benny was perhaps the sexiest little boy
the had sat in Buck's lap and he couldn't wait until he could get inside
the 8-year-old.  The kid raised his arms and Buck slowly slid his hands up
along Benny's side, pushing the shirt along with it.  He pulled the shirt
over Benny's head and displayed his conquest in all his topless glory.  He
rand his hands all along Benny's front causing goose bumps to form on the
boy's body.

   Benny let out a startled squeak when Buck lifted him up and sat him on
the padded table.  He moved the chair out of the way and leaned over Benny
to slurp noisily on the boy nips while placing one hand on the inside of
Benny's nearest thigh and the other against his lower back.  Benny, for the
first time since his abduction, let go for a second and relaxed to enjoy
this new pleasure.  His face, relaxed, his eyelids dropped close.  He
sighed and leaned back, his head against the wall as Buck tongued his
nipples first, then dragged his tongue down to ream Benny's belly button.
As the man's obscenely large tongue poked into his navel, the boy's stiff
muscles relaxed, but the Benny's unguardedness soon cracked.

   That was because Buck decided to take advantage of the boy's distraction
and slipped his hand up Benny's shorts.  Benny stiffened again as the man's
large paw disappeared entirely up the boy's shorts leg.  The boy's
previously non-existent bulge grew obscene and began undulating as Buck's
hand manipulated the boy's little dick and balls.  Buck brought his head up
and began kissing and licking Benny's tear-stained face.  The boy tried to
close his legs as he tried to pull his head back away from Buck's lips, but
failed at both.  Buck effortlessly held the boy legs open and Benny's head
was already trapped against the wall.  Bucks moaning into Benny's face was
clear in the video.  Just as clear was Benny's now audible sobs as he broke
down again.  Buck pulled away to give the boy a short break to compose
himself, but still left his hand inside the shorts cupping the small
package.

   Moments later, Buck decided that Benny'd had enough time.  Removing his
hand from the boy's privates, he pulled the boy up by his armpits so his
butt scooted back away from the edge of the table and towards the wall.  He
then pushed the boy's knees up and opened his leg.  This caused the shorts
to side down the boy's smooth thighs showing that the boy generally wore
longer shorts.  His thighs were pure white as if they had never seen the
sun.  He then pulled one of the legs of the shorts open, displaying the
small bulge inside a pair of tightly fitting briefs patterned with various
video game characters dancing around the boy's cock.  The bulge was a
perfect tease for what lay beyond.  There they were: three, nearly equal
sized domes, one sitting above the other two, all small.

   Buck let the camera zoom in on the trio of orbs while toy with them.  He
pushed them around with his fingers, rubbed them with his palm, and even
flicked at them and chuckled at Benny's protests.

   Back in the motel room, Smithington had blacked out.  He dreamed of his
memories of his young son as he wished to remember him.  The tanned,
athletic youth sprinting down the soccer field, dribbling the ball like a
pro and outpacing every other seven and eight year old in the game,
grinning maniacally like only an innocent child could the entire time. 
Waiting for his father to walk up to the house to tell him all about his
day, the pranks he played with his friends, the lessens he learned well
(but not the ones he didn't), his plans for the weekend which.  When he
helped Smithington with the various campaign appearances and always acted
so gracious and polite, often calming constituents who disagreed with
Smithington's and his boss' use of public funds.  Then his memories were
broken as the smiling cherub turned into a boy terrified and screaming in
fear and pain.  The boy's screams turned into his father's screams.  The
boy's Hell turned into his father's Hell.

   As Smithington lay in his nightmare, Cutter continued to watch the abuse
unfold.  The camera had zoomed back out to its original extent.  Buck
pushed Benny, now covering his privates protectively, to the side.  He then
jumped up onto the table and sat, his hairy legs dangling.  Benny was just
arranging himself and pulling down his pant legs to cover his modesty when
Buck reached over and grabbed the boy again.  This time he pulled him over
his lap, spreading Benny's legs so the boy straddled the man's thighs.  The
man grabbed the boy's hands and helped the boy grip the man's shirt.  He
guided the boy's unsure hands so Benny pulled off his shirt.  The man was
now naked chest to hairy naked chest with the boy.  He wrapped one hairy
arm around Benny's lower back to pull him to the man, and the other arm
held the boy's head to the hairy chest, forcing him to inhale the man's
scent.

   While still holding the 8-year old head to his chest, Buck moved his
hand down to the boy's 8-year-old bottom.  The hand started to firmly grip
the round mounds beneath the shorts.  The fingers worked the silky material
into the boys crack giving viewers an idea of the sweet depth.

   Buck then began his finale.  The hand kneading the boy's butt quickly
and deftly pulled the shorts down exposing the boy's ass, now only covered
by the thin fabric of underwear, still wedged into Benny's crack.  Buck
lightly spanked the round globes, letting the flesh jiggle beneath the
underwear.  He then playfully pulled up the boy's underwear so it rode
fully into his crack, exposing the pale, smooth, round cheeks.  At this
point, Benny started to tremble slightly.  Buck's big hands each grabbed
one cheek an kneaded roughly, pulling them apart and smashing them
together. He was clearly enjoying his toy.

   Finally and eagerly, Buck pulled down the boy's underpants, giving the
pedo world its very first, of many, views of this little boy's naked
bottom. He replaced his hands on the boys butt cheeks and resumed molding
them, this time, showing off the boy's secret.  The camera, naturally,
zoomed in to the highlight of this boy's exposure.  It was delicious.  The
tight hole was the same creamy white as the rest of his rump.  The hole
itself was an almost perfectly tight oval, like a sideways, half-closed
eye. When Buck pulled the boy's cheeks apart, the 8-year-old anus morphed
into a star as it strained against the man's will to pull it open.  Buck
ran his finger along it in obvious delight and began prodding the sphincter
with his finger tip.  He purred deeply, audibly and unintentionally.  The
boy started to squirm away from the abuse, but a hard, loud smack quieted
the boy.  A welt in the shape of Buck's hand appeared one the boy ass.

   With clear restraint, Buck removed his hands from his new favorite place
and, holding Benny, slid off the table.  Holding the boy against his chest
with one arm, Buck used the other to pull the shorts and underwear down
Benny's dangling legs and off onto the floor below.  Benny was now only
dressed in his bright white socks.  His tanned upper body and lower legs
were interrupted by a stripe of white that started at his waist and ended
halfway down his thighs.  As he held the boy, Buck undid the buttons on his
shorts and quickly stepped out of them.  He turned to his side to give his
audience a nice view of the contrast between the boy's tiny smooth body,
and the man's own large hairy one.  Buck's 8-inch [20 cm] thick cock
throbbed in desperation for release as it rubbed against the boy's belly
leaving smears of precum across the lad.  The boy's cock dangled softly in
front of him at a modest 1-1/2 inches [4 cm], foreskin crinkled tightly at
the tip.

   With exhuberence, Buck flipped Benny upside down.  Still facing each
other, the man rotated himself and the boy so Benny's backside was once
again facing the camera.  The man cheerily grinned from between the boy's
legs.  Benny had given up.  He was resigned to the abuse and his legs were
relaxed.  That is until Buck began his feast.  At the first swipe of the
tongue, Benny's legs stiffened in surprise.  He couldn't believe what the
man just did.  At the second swipe, Benny relaxed his legs and spread them
to the side, giving the man not only easy access, but permission to
continue to tongue his anus.

   Buck didn't hesitate.  He began by licking at the upside down boy's
hole. He took long swipes from the boy's balls to the far side of his
spread crack.  He took small swipes at just the pucker.  He spent a minute
or two just pulling at the sides of Benny's hole with the tip of his
tongue. Then he decided he had enough foreplay.  Buck's stiffened tongue
forced its way into the small cherry.  The boy cried out in shock and his
legs stiffened once again, but quickly relaxed.  The man's long tongue
stayed driven into his anus as the boy's sphicter clenched around it.  By
the wiggling and squirming of the boy in his arms, it was clear the man was
tonguing and prodding the immature prostate, but the viewers only saw the
thick muscle disappearing into the small boy.  If anyone watching was able
to pull their eyes from the amazing sight, they would have noticed the man
furiously pumping his cock against the boy's belly.

   Suddenly, without warning, the man pulled out his tongue, quickly
flipped the boy back over, set him on the floor and turned him around so he
faced the camera.  The boy landed unstable with a dazed and relaxed look on
his face.  His cock, for the first time was a stiff 3 inch [7 cm] nail of
sex, the foreskin pulled back exposing the sensitive glans.  Buck was still
pumping his cock and pushed the slimy tip against Benny's cheek.  With a
growl, he started to come.  The first volley sprayed out sideways as Buck's
rod was still pressed firmly against the 8-year-old cheek.  He then roughly
forced Benny's head around so it faced the spurting cock.  In moments, the
boy's face was a plaster of white creamy goo as the cock sprayed jet after
jet of hot cum all over the boy's cheeks, nose, mouth, and hair.

   Benny started to cry again.  The screen zoomed onto his scrunched up,
dripping face as his mouth opened in a hysterical scream and he tried to
pull away from Buck.  The screen faded to black.

   Words appeared on the screen:

   "Still too proud.  I guess we have more work to do.  See you next
time..."

   The video ended.

   Cutter looked over at the senior Smithington.  He was still passed out.
He just couldn't take watching the abuse of his son.  Cutter let out a
breath and disappeared into the bathroom to deal with his straining cock.
Some days, he loved his job.

   Smithington had had it all.  Now he had torment.

   -
   Thanks for reading.  I can be contacted at jack.b.pink@yandex.com.