Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lost Everything Chapter 04, Mm By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com) http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/ Codes: Mb(10), Mm, oral, interracial 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 4 Skyler's Audition I stood in what we affectionately called the Hogspen. It was really the orchestra section of an old, abandoned playhouse. That area directly below the stage that was reserved for the band. There were about twenty of us: (mostly) middle aged men, all with various levels of excitement, eagerness, and impatience. Each of us held a cardboard cutout of an object, each as unique and lewd as the man who held it. Several caught my eye: the silhouetted rear-view of a boy on his knees bent over, his tight scrot dangling; a large erect penis; a ball gag. And then there was mine. I held onto the silhouette of a life-sized 9-year old's open fist. Madame P, the event's organizer and MC, thought she was funny. Reminding me of the one who got away. I didn't even really have a thing for hands, but Aaron's were just so... perfect. I would never forget Aaron. Anyways, I stood amongst this group of men, all introverted into their own minds, calculating what they could afford and which types of boys they needed. That's right, I was at an auction. A slave auction with a bunch of men who hoped their dream slave was about to walk out on stage above them. Most of the men here were looking to fill out their personal harems, but not I. I was here for business. I was the world's top child pornographer. And I had a slot to fill. Suddenly the house lights dimmed and the stage illuminated as the spotlights were focused. The milling crowd quieted as a masculine woman's voice blared through the speakers in the auditorium. "Welcome, welcome, welcome, my good and dear friends," she said. "I have a new acquisition to present to you. Let me introduce..." The half dozen cameras set around the stage turned on. A moment later, I went breathless. Out from behind the curtains strolled the most gorgeous young lad I had ever laid my eyes on, eve better than Aaron. The boy strode confidently and dramatically to a microphone stand at center stage. He wore form fitting Capri style jeans and a holey, white muscle tee. He looked over the crowd with his bright emerald eyes and smiled with a masked nervousness. "Hey guys," it sounded like this blondie was talking just to me. "I'm Skyler. With an 'S' not a 'T' and I'm 13 years old today!" "Happy birthday," I whispered to myself. Everyone else was silent. "I can't wait to meet my daddy." His eyes locked on mine. He had to be mine. "Let me show you how I can make you happy." His smile turned impish as he winked to me. I was enthralled. And the show began. *** After a quarter of an hour of a flawlessly executed and amazingly choreographed striptease, Skyler stood, once again in the middle of the stage. This time, though, he was completely naked. His lithe body glistened in sweat, and his thick, six incher [15 cm] stood proud after the whoops and cat calls and, most importantly, ever growing bids. Skyler was exhilarated and very horny. Half of the men in the audience were openly stroking themselves, a dozen cocks drooling at him. Almost all of them had given up their chance to own him. Own him, that was something he would have to get used to, but he kind of liked the idea of being someone's slave. Being controlled completely. Lost in his euphoria, Skyler hadn't noticed that all of the bidding paddles in the audience had been lowered except one: a boy's fist. "Sold!" Madame P's voice rang out across the auditorium. 'Wait, what!' Skyler thought, beginning to panic. He thought he was ready for it, he thought he wanted it, but now that it was happening, had happened, he wasn't so sure. Not that he had much of a choice. His vision swayed his arms felt heavy. He knew he was going to pass out. "Boy, STOP!" A strong voice came to him. "You will stay exactly as you are." Skyler looked to the voice. It was the man in a black leather mask who was now climbing onto the stage to him. His new master. His new daddy. He froze. He couldn't fail his first commend. Then Daddy started to strip. He removed his shirt first, displaying his large, hairy girth. Then he dropped his jeans. Wiry dark hair curled around a leather jock, black inlayed with a baby blue design. It looked very high end. Then that fell to the floor, too, and Daddy was just as naked as him. The audience held its breath. Daddy picked up the jock and strode confidently over to Skyler. Without saying anything, he had Skyler put on the jock. As the soft leather slid up his thighs, Skyler's nose tasted the waft of his new daddy's ball sweat. The manly musk made the boy's sex throb as he slid his man's underwear over himself. Suddenly a blast of hot air misted against the back of his neck. "From now on, boy, you will only display yourself at my pleasure." The man now towered behind the kid. Hairy arms reached around Skyler, hugging him against the bear behind him. The hair tickled and scratched his back and butt, but Skyler was distracted. When Daddy pulled his slave to him, his thick, 9 inch [23 cm] erection slid into the 13 year old crevasse. One of the paws lowered to position the daddy-cock. It now rested against a cherry. "You are going to be a star, boy. Time for your first show." With a savage thrust 3 inches [8 cm] were forced into the unprepared sphincter. Unequal pain. *** "OW! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! Please, please pleeease!" Skyler's voice screamed through Cutter's headphones. He was lying in bed staring at the live video of Smithington's eldest's deflowering. He had just gotten back from dragging Smithington Senior to his room after he passed out from watching Benny's molestation. Cutter had already seen that video, of course, and had jacked off to Benny's glazed expression as Buck's monster tongue was poking the 8-year-old prostate. It was a good thing too, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold it together while Smithington was watching, too. Now Cutter was stroking his 35-year-old cock watching another Smithington boy's abuse. He'd missed the lad's striptease, but had logged in just in time to see the boy's new owner shove his massive cock inside the petite 13-year-old without ceremony. This was Cutter's favorite part about watching these auctions. As a rule, once the auction is won, the owner is required to seed his new slave immediately, on stage. A weird rule, sure, but nobody complained. In "Skyler's" case, the boy was now the proud pet of Big Mister, the sole owner of Big Mister Productions. BMP is the world's most successful boy porn studio and had stakes in dozens of other child porn companies. Not only did Big Mister have an unequaled director's eye, but he was a master cryptographic. He developed and actively maintains the Cyber Babies Security Protocol, which is used by ALL major and minor child pornographers to safely secure transactions. In short, Big Mister was a loaded kiddie fucker. And in more ways than just wealth. Cutter focused on the screen in front of him. On screen, young Skyler was doing all he could to escape the onslaught to his thirteen year old anus. His legs were stretched to maximum as he stood on his toes. But this attempt was no use. The much taller, much bigger, and much stronger Big Mister far out matched his new property. The middle aged man held the boy firmly in his grasp. One hand gripped Skyler's hip, while the other wrapped around the kid's chest, fingers pinching and toying with the adolescent nipple. Though the teen was in front, his slender build could not hide the man's ministrations. Cutter watched as the man's darkly tanned hips ground up and down against the pale boy's ass. As the cp mogul pumped in and out of the former cherry, Cutter pulled on his own aching rod, eyes glued to the abused. Skyler, for his part, looked like he had completely reconsidered his situation. Before the sale had been finalized, he looked like an eager little faggot, excited about the new sexual life he was about to experience. Now, he knew better. Tears flowed from his eyes and drool dripped down his chin and chest as he pleaded, now incoherently, to his rapist. His boy-erection had completely deflated. Suddenly, the middle aged man gave an annoyed grunt and stopped his grind. Quickly, before his property could react, he thrust his hips up, forcing his member deep up the violated rectum, lifting the boy off his feet. In surprise, Skyler's legs flailed involuntarily. Big Mister released his hold on Skyler. Smithington's eldest son was stunned as he was held up solely by his torn hole, stretched around the steel firm rod of his new owner. Big Mister grabbed Skyler's legs behind the knees. He pulled the boy's legs to his body and spread his own legacy to stable his stance now that he was supporting himself and the child his cock was in on his own. Cutter gasped at the image on screen as the camera panned down the boy and his master's coital bodies. The man's face, masked in black leather rested next to the boy's. Skyler's eyes, red rimmed and crusty with dried tears were closed, but is mouth was agape, teeth bared in pain. The thirteen year old's chest was framed by the pale slender legs. One nipple was dirt brown, the other flaming red and both were hard and aroused. Below, the boy penis began to harden again as the pain of penetration began to subside, replaced by the pleasure of bottoming and the unrelenting prepubescent gay sex hormones. Big Mister's big, hairy scrotum dangled with full orbs under the silky teenaged cheeks. Above the man's testicles stood his girth, wedged in the hairless hole. The large man began to lift the boy up and down on his erection. He manipulated the boy's ass on his cock like a living masturbator. All too soon, the man turned his head and spoke words to the boy, unheard by the microphone. "YES!" Tyler shouted loudly in his teenaged lust. "Cum in me. Seed me. Breed my ass, Master!" He screamed, almost pleading. That was it. Cutter snorted and began to cum, imagining the boy's begs were for him. The man on screen, too, responded appropriately. Big Mister picked up his pace, slamming the boy on his penis, using his human fleshjack as the sex object it had become. He pulled Skyler up until only the barest tip of his old, middle aged cock was in his boy. Then he slammed the boy down to his balls. His guttural, primal grunts were met in a chorus of the boy's gasps and high pitched moans. After a half dozen thrusts, the man pulled the boy down hard lodging his nine inch [23 cm] beater deep in Skyler's guts, his grunts becoming a constant deep scream. The base of his cock twitched violently as his balls tightened, unloading his spunk, for the first time, in this thirteen year old boy that was now his completely. *** They stayed like that for a few minutes, gasping for breath. With an audible slurp, Big Mister pulled the aching anus, and the boy it belonged to, completely off his cock. The destroyed rectum gaped open and immediately drooled the pale sludge, tinted with red, which splattered on the ground. Cutter made an effort to fight the afterglow. He wanted to see this next part, a staple of Big Mister, and these auctions weren't allowed to be recorded. Skyler got to his feet, swaying unsteadily as his body and mind tried to reconcile the abuse with the amazing feelings. His barely teenaged dick was still rock hard and throbbing for release. The only time it had gone soft since he came on stage was during Big Mister's initial assault. He leaned against his master, too weak to stand on his own. But his owner had other plans. The older man kicked the boy behind the knees, dropping him to the floor. Kneeling and naked, Skyler looked up at the big, hairy beast before him confused. "All right guys," Big Mister orated to his audience, "You know the drill. No touching. You have ninety seconds..." he glanced the clock on the wall off screen. "GO!" Cutter could see that Skyler's eyes, on screen, filled with panic as the dozens of members of the audience - most of whom had tried to purchase him - rushed the stage, clambering with desperation to get to the kneeling, naked, and still aroused boy. The scene was almost comedic as the men, desperate to commit some abusive depravity, tripped out of their pants and crowded around the terrified boy. One of the camera men had to push through the glut of hairy, sweaty, horny perverts to hold his camera over the boy, making sure to capture the show. He got the camera ready just in time as a thick, steaming rope of white cum landed on Skyler's lips. That man was quickly pushed out of the way by a buff body builder with an angry looking cock who knelt down before the bewildered boy and shot a powerful jet against the boy's cock. The ooze dribbled down between the boy's legs and dripped to the floor from his tight scrot. Then the white jets became constant and unrestrained. Big Mister hadn't needed to set his time limit. By the end of the first minute, all the men had spent themselves on Skyler. The boy soft body was covered in the cum of every man in attendance. His chest and belly oozed slime. His face was plastered, cum dribbling from his lips, dripping down his cheeks, and masking his eyes in a pearl cream. His hair was loaded, gobs of white frosting resting on his hazel-colored hair. His arms and legs gleaned the light reflects off the dreams of jizz coating them. And his crotch, the star cumrag on this boy's body. During the boykkaku, Skyler had instinctively leaned back and close his legs tightly to create a makeshift bowl of his crotch and the men gave him what he clearly wanted. Now, his aching hard four incher [10 cm] stood proudly out of a pool of white seamen cocktail. Big Mister smiled at the boy's initiative. "Okay, boy, show us how much you like us," the man ordered his slave. Skyler, eyes closed and covered in cum, grinned openly, allowing the pool of cum on his lips to dribble onto his tongue and grabbed hold of his slimy thirteen year old cock. He licked more cum from his lips as he began stroking himself with a fury. Cum splattered from the pool in his crotch as he masturbated in front of these spent perverts, and the thousands watching live online across the world. With a high pitched cry and a gasp of relief, the boy came, a blast of clear, immature boy-jizz followed by a dribble as his sperm mixed with the sperm of the men around him. As Skyler's hand dropped and the boy slumped in exhaustion, the camera faded. The show was over. "Holy shit," Cutter said to himself, his shirt wet with his ejaculate. "This kid is going to make a fortune." - Thanks for reading. I can be contacted at jack.b.pink@yandex.com.