Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lost Everything Chapter 06, Mb By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com) http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/ Codes: Mb(8), Mm, oral, rim, reluc, cp 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 6 Payback Date Night Attorney General Preston McIntery typed in the secret URL. Yes! There was a new one, right on schedule. McIntery clicked on the title "Payback: Date Night" and leaned back in his leather office chair, unbuckling his trousers. The screen changed, loading the custom theme for this particular star while the video player loaded. McIntery would be able to download the video later, but Buck liked making his special clients wait a little. If they wanted to see new films as soon as they released, they had to stream them like everyone else. McIntery suspected this was because the shrewd Buck wanted to have proof of involvement in case of betrayal. These movies were worth it to McIntery, especially the Payback series starring the little eight-year-old-son of McIntery's former political rival, Adam Smithington. He pulled his thick, 8.5 inch [21 cm] dripping cock out of his pants and admired the webpage as the video loaded through the secure connection. While he was on a modern broadband connection, the website wasn't so McIntery decided to examine the webpage while the video loaded. In a flesh tone that perfectly matched Benny's smooth milky tummy were the words: Benny Smithington Sex Toy. The fleshy words were wrapped in black bands, alluding to a leather/bondage theme. McIntery had been surprised by the title. Most of the "actors" here used phony stage names, but this was a special situation after all. Nobody was trying to hide anyone. Below the title were the words "in training" in a "stamped on" font. From experience, McIntery knew that once these words were removed, Benny would be a perfect little sex-boy. He couldn't wait. On the side of the screen was a new picture of little Benny. It was a point of view shot from above. Benny was kneeling, looking up at the camera, mouth agape slightly with drool all over his chin. In his eyes, wonder. In his barely visible, baby blue briefs, a little eight year old hard on. In his hand, held inches from his lips, a man's erection, glands exposed, foreskin rolled back and ready for some fun. McIntery ahhed in appreciation. The video was loaded. The screen went black. Through the speakers, McIntery could hear the soft breathing of small lungs. The words "Payback" swung on screen. The breathing increased and was joined by alto moans and coos. "Payback" swung off screen. A deep man's voice said "Do you like that, Baby Boy?" The breathing, now shuddering was interrupted by the high prepubescent words, "Ooh, yes. Wait. I feel weird again... Oooh!". "Date Night" appeared on screen with the deep man's voice saying "That's really good, Baby Boy. What'd you think?". The words faded. "I like your white pee... Can we do it again?" 'Oh fuck yeah,' McIntery thought, 'this is going to be awesome!' The video started with an old-school film montage, complete with sepia and faux film scratches, all set to the classic busty music of a porn film. McIntery recognized the work of BoiKisR, an artsy-type who occasionally did work for Buck Training Videos. The montage started with a slow twirl as Buck spun a laughing Benny in his arms. Scenes of an amusement park quickly filled by. The man and boy on a roller coaster, Benny terrified, hiding in the man's arm. Buck winning one of those stupid carnival games and giving Benny a stuffed animal. Then Buck was chasing Benny, playfully into the surf of a pristine beach. The boy turned the tables and launched his smooth little body at the hairy man's. They went down in the ocean foam. Coming up, Benny's board shorts had slipped down, showing his pale butt. The camera man got a good shot of the couple as the man stood up, boy's arms around his neck, his big paws kneading and spreading the boy ass, showing off the tight eight year old sphincter to the delight of the masturbating pedophile attorney general. The boy reached behind him and pulled his shorts up, glaring seriously at his molester. The man stared back, somewhat unabashed before they both broke into laughter, falling into the waves. Then, the eight year old's tongue swirled around a cream sickle, his face a gooey mess of white ice cream. Subtle. Finally, the pair walked away from the camera into the sunset hand in hand as the screen faded into black. 'How sweet,' McIntery thought sarcastically. 'the boy looked like he had fun, it was now time for him to pay back the man for his date.' The new scene opened in very high class living room showing the empty couch behind a glass coffee table with a stocked bar off in the background. After a moment, Buck entered the frame, carrying Benny in his arms. He dropped the boy unceremoniously onto the couch. Benny giggled as he bounced on the cushions. The pair were wearing the same clothes they were in the previous video: Buck had on a light pink muscle shirt and short, pale green shorts. Benny wore a similar shirt, this one was bright white, but too small. It hugged his tiny chest tightly, his nubby nipples poking out the fabric. His midriff was exposed in the too short shirt. He also wore short shorts, tight, and bright red. "Did you have fun, Baby Boy?" The deep voiced, bearded mouth asked cheerily. "Yes, sir!" Piped the boy happily. He was bouncing energetically in his seat as Buck walked around the couch, smiling. This was such a different demeanor than previoous Benny films. Buck sure did know his business. Benny's attention followed his master as he walked to the bar. The boy spun around and was now kneeling on the couch, facing away from the camera. His shorts were very tight. A wedgie shoved in his little crack gave McIntery an unneeded reminder of the little boy's silky smooth bubbly butt. Benny wiggled his butt unconsciously, his cheeks sliding against each other, as he asked Buck, "What are you doing, sir?" His training was going well. McIntery's dick throbbed in his had as a large drop of pre globbed out of his dick slit. "Don't ask questions, boy," Buck said firmly as he poured a generous amount of liquor into a glass. He walked back to the couch and handed the glass to the boy before plopping down. "Drink it." Benny could tell the man's demeanor had changed. "All of it. Now." The boy tipped the glass to his lips and began drinking. Before he got very far, he coughed and started gagging. He had stopped to recover. Buck roughly grabbed the boy's head in one hand and the glass in the other and forced the liquid down the protesting throat. The man set the glass down, then immediately pulled the boy to him in an embrace, before Benny could recover. The man's lips meet the boy's. Almost simultaneously, they each slipped their tongues out of their mouths, pressing them against each other, Benny's little, bright red tongue dwarfed by the massive muscle sticking out of the man's beard. The two stayed like that for a few minutes, side by side making out, little body contrasting with big body. The man's tongue fought playfully with the boy's, each alternating between forcing itself into his partner's mouth and retreating to suck on the others tongue. All the while, the two were petting each other like a pair of high school sweethearts. Buck rubbed the eight year old's belly, while the boy had reached his little hands in the arm holes of the man's tank top and was playing with his nipples. The alcohol had clearly worked to loosen the boy up already. Suddenly, Buck broke off the kiss and went to the camera. The view swing as the man took it in his hand. McIntery imagined it was him walking towards the boy whose head was cocked to the side in mild confusion. McIntery imagined it was him who slid off his shorts as the boy grinned knowingly. McIntery imagined it was his leaking cock that stood up as he lay on the couch, beckoning the eight year old. He imagined it was his pre the boy was licking. His dick head in the boy's mouth. His eyes the boy was gazing into in admiration. McIntery rubbed his cock, spreading his pre around the top half, imaging it was Benny's saliva. He played with his tits as a hairy paw came on screen and guided the little head off the dick. Benny was pushed back onto his back. Spread eagle, the little rod was clearly hard in the red shorts. The hand rubbed the boy's crotch before awkwardly pulling down the shorts one handed. The eight year old prick sprung free. No undies. What a slut! The camera dove to the boy's crotch. High pitched oohs and ahs filled the room as the camera bounced up and down on the boy's pale white, silky smooth pubes. McIntery stuck his little finger into his mouth and began sucking, imagining he was with the boy, staring at that smooth, white crotch. In the corner of the view, the boy's hips began to buck urgently. The camera suddenly swung up, looking at the little face, flush and tight in pleasure. "Do you like that, Baby Boy?" Before going back down on the little nail. "Yeah, Baby Boy, do you like Daddy sucking your itty dicky?" McIntery mumbled around his finger. "Ooh, yes," the boy was saying in his throes. "Wait. I feel weird again... Ooooh." screams blared out of the computer speakers as the boy curled up around the camera cumming in an intensity only a boy could cum. The camera shifted, now looking down at the recovering Benny. His stomach pulsed quickly as he caught his breath. He looked up with a sheepish grin and lazy, drink eyes. "That was good." Buck laughed behind the camera. "My turn now, Baby Boy." "Okay." The boy said obediently as Buck settled back on the couch. Benny leaned over the man in just his too small tank top and, without hesitating, impaled his mouth on the man's rigid member, gagging in the process. Buck's free hand pushed the boy down deeper. The boy obeyed, the alcohol killing his resistance as he gagged and tried to breathe. He slurped up and down like the man's prick was a cream sickle. Too soon, in McIntery' opinion, the man pulled the pre-teen off his cock again. He then pushed the boy's head below his prick. Confused, Benny rubbed his face against the man's balls. The camera shook "no" and pushed the boy's head down farther while Buck lifted his hips. "Oh, God," McIntery said out loud, "is he really going to..." On screen, the boy's face, between the man's hairy legs convulsed in horror, realizing what Buck was forcing it to do. The boy shook his head, eyes wide, jaw slack. Big mistake. The camera swung and shook at the pedophile's fury. The man grabbed the boy's hair, taking him up to his knees and slapped him hard across his cheek. The visible hand closed in a fist and then jabbed hard into the little belly. Benny doubled over in pain, but was yanked up again by his hair. Buck's hand cupped the boy's balls and now-soft penis and squeezed. Hard. The boy screamed bloody murder as tears gushed out of his bulging eyes. The man let go, but the boy was frozen in pain. "Never," the hand slapped the kid's balls, "say no," slap, "to me," slap, "again!". He hit the boy in the face again and leaned back on the couch, legs spread, giving the boy easy access to his middle-aged hairy hole. The boy, tear stained and terrified, looked despondent at the man's anus. He steeled himself and bent his face down, closing his eyes tightly. The view the camera gave was obscured by the man's body and dick, but McIntery could immediately tell the boy had been beaten into submission. The thick, hairy legs on screen flexed and relaxed with pleasure as the man started masturbating his penis. McIntery matched Buck's strokes as he put himself in the filmmaker's shoes, imagining the little tongue inside of him. Buck's on screen legs lifted up, giving the boy more access. Benny's head nodded up and down with the swipes and stabs of his tongue as the eight year old tasted his first asshole ever. Buck bore down and grinded his ass into the little boy's face, getting as much preteen tongue inside his butt as he could. This was it for McIntery. His cock erupted in a fountain of white joy. Buck wasn't far behind his audience. Still stroking himself, Buck deftly got up while turning the boy over so he lay on his back. McIntery was surprised to see the boy was hard again. Buck positioned himself over Benny's innocent looking face, cheeks wet with tears, mouth and chin wet with spit. Buck aimed his cock. "Open up." The boy did. Just in time. The video slowed to capture every detail as the man's seed jetted out of his cock and directly into the boy's open, waiting mouth. The camera shifted and zoomed in on the red lips of the boy, still open with a pearly pool of man-jizz filling his mouth. The eight year old tongue emerged from the cum pool and forced the man's ejaculate down the little boy's throat. "That's really good, Baby Boy. What'd you think?" "I liked your white pee." Benny said looking up at the camera, wiping his mouth with his arm. "And the other part...?" Buck prodded. Benny blushed and glanced down. He said, "it wasn't as bad as I thought..." After a moment's hesitation, the preteen added, "Can we do it again?" And wrapped his arms around the man. The video ended. McIntery was suddenly very tired after his cum, so he reached over to turn off his computer, but something caught his eye. The webpage refreshed itself. "In training" was now gone. Good boy. * * * Adam Smithington sat alone in his apartment staring at the late payment notice. He'd lost everything and he was about to be evicted from the cheapest housing he could find. It was time for his personal nuclear option. He started his laptop. He connected to a neighbor's wireless network. He logged into the attorney general's cybercrime evidence servers using a secret identity he created when he was still on their payroll. He browsed to the familiar section and began the mass download. He had no choice. He had to do whatever it took to get Ben back. He rationalized with himself as the photos and videos began appearing on his computer. The first one he remembered well: 11 year old Annie Doughter, a white girl, naked, with a six month old baby bump aligning a 9 inch [23 cm] black cock to her vagina. He had no choice... - Thanks for reading. I can be contacted at jack.b.pink@yandex.com.