Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lost Everything Chapter 09, Mb By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com) http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/ Codes: Mb(8), MMg, oral, anal, nc 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 8 Sold! "Do you only like girls?" Adam Smithington leaned back as he felt the seven-year-old whore suckling the head of his engorged cock. Over the last few months, he had accepted the generosity of Jeorgory Munti and his child whores during Smithington's infiltration of Munti's private island. He had gotten so used to abusing children that he didn't have to pretend the little girl between his legs was his favorite adult porn star. He'd grown so used to these depravities that he could have full conversations while abusing kids. And he didn't even notice it didn't bother him anymore. The deep voice chuckled, "Oh, my no," Ahmed answered before moaning and pulling the seven-year-old ass farther onto his brown pole, "Where I come from, men of success like you and me often have many bacha bareesh boys in our households, to be honest. Why? Are girls not enough for you?" Ahmed chuckled again as he guided the young hips for his pleasure. This caused the girl to release Smithington's cock. So he took a step forward and lined his prick up with the girl's mouth again. She was panting and moaning in trained lust, but her eyes betrayed her hopeless dismay. "I've always wanted to compare," he pushed against the girl's lips. She let him in, "They say boys naturally know how to please a cock. That they're just better at it." He shoved his dick all the way in. "Suck," he ordered and immediately felt the little tongue rubbing on the underside of his cock, causing his dick head to slide along the back of the girl's throat. "Hmm. I wouldn't say they are better, but definitely different." Ahmed ground into the girl's ass as Smithington grabbed onto her pig tails like handles. "But it is something you must try at least..." Ahmed's words cut out breifly as he filled the girl's rectum with his Pakistani seed, "Ahh...once." Ahmed pulled out just as Smithington exploded down her throat. "You know, Mr. Smithington, I am friends with a man - from your country, to be honest. He loves little boys and often shares his bacha bareesh boys. For a high price, to be honest." The Arab man pulled the gasping girl up from the floor and cleaned his plump dick off on her face and hair. "To be honest, I think he has a cute new American boy that he's recently broken in. I've seen videos and the bacha looks like fun." Ahmed gave a wide smile as he dropped the girl to the floor. Smithington tried his hardest not to show his hatred. He used the encouragement that he was almost to his son to give the impression that he was eager to sex the boy. "I have lots of money," he lied, "Let's go." *** Preston McIntery pushed hard against the prybar. With a creak and a snap, the small shipping container pulled open. With loud squeals, McIntery dragged out the steel cage contained inside. He looked at his new property. Benny kneeled in the middle of the cage. His only clothing was a too-small jock strap with a Disney print on the front. His arms were spread wide and cuffed to the top of the cage with leather wrist restraints. Matching ankle cuffs held his feet to the floor. He was gagged, blindfolded, and ear-plugged, but despite this he knew he was at his final destination. It looked like he had been through a frozen hell. His lips were blue, his skin pale, marred with goose bumps and a few travel bruises. He shivered in the cold of the wintery garage air. Puffs of breath steamed out his nostrils at every exhale. His nipples pulled taught from his body in the cold air, shrinking away from the frosted bars that pierced them. McIntery clipped the winch to the top of the cage and activated the motor. Slowly, the top of the cage pulled up, forcing Benny to stand by his trapped wrists. But there was a moment of strain before the eight-year-old's knees left the ground. With a wet pop, the steel butt plug was pulled out of the boy as his muffled, painful screams protested. McIntery stood before his new toy, admiring this expensive purchase. He dragged his fingers lightly across the boy's chilled belly eliciting squirms of discomfort. The new owner spun the boy so he could admire the perfect bubbles that were framed by the jock. He parted the boy's cheeks. The butt plug had opened the boy during his day-long travel. McIntery could actually see inside the gaping boy. He probed a little with his finger. There was some lube left over from the plug. Not much, but it would have to do. The man's trousers dropped to his ankles, his hard on dripping in excitement. He slipped his dick between the boy's taught cheeks until he felt the gape as it kissed his cock head. The boy was shivering, now in fear. The boy, not a virgin as of a few weeks ago, could still feel the beer bottle of thickness prying apart his tender cheeks. McIntery grasped Benny's hips as he firmly pushed. Muffled screams filled the roon as the man's eight-and-a-half-inch [21 cm] long dick entered and stretched the eight-year-old anus. The boy tried to wiggle away from the steel rod poking into him, but the firm grip on his hips held him. McIntery's cock was bathed in a tantalizing coolness that he hadn't experienced before. The frigid steel butt plug had cooled the boy's pussy and McIntery swore he'd never felt any boy anus so pleasurable as he started to thrust hard. Benny hadn't gotten used to things up his butt before Buck shoved him on that cold plug in the cage. The coldness tightened him up. But he didn't think it would have mattered. This man was huge! And it hurt, worse than Buck. He could feel his sphicter being pulled and prodded as the man's hot breath warmed the back of his neck. As the thrusts became more insistent, Benny started to feel a pleasure along with the pain. This is what happened with Buck, too. He could feel his little boy dick harden and he began to moan into his gag. Soon, he felt the hard dick inside him shudder and grow even harder. Then his butt became more slippery. The man had just used him. Benny was disturbed that that thought satisfied him. McIntery turned the boy as his cum dribbled out the boy's abused hole. He removed the kid's gag. Benny immediately started working his jaw and tongue to get the cramps out. McIntery couldn't resist the pink muscle teasing him, so he quickly and briefly stuck is own, larger tongue in the boy's mouth. Benny froze in surprise before returning the kiss tentitively, understanding the expectation. McIntery finally removed the ear plugs and blindfold. Blinking his eyes, he finally got a view of his captor and his eyes shot wide. "I know you," he said in confusion, recognizing his dad's rival. "That's right," McIntery said, "I'm your master." *** Smithington's flight to Istanbul's Atarka international airport was awful. For so long his goals had been clear: to find his son, Benny. But now that he was so close, that Benny was almost in his grasp, Smithington couldn't help but feel dread. What would Benny be like? He knew it was too late to save his son's innocence. Would he even recognize the boy? The Benny he knew was surely dead. Not his body, but the soul of who he is. He wouldn't be the same. Could Smithington handle that? He didn't know. Smithington gathered his things and checked the information Ahmed gave him before stepping off the plane. He walked into the terminal and was immediately surrounded by security. Confused, he was escorted to a holding room. Ahmed sat across from him, a long sterile tablebetween the two men who days before had shared a little girl. "Ahmed, what's going on?" The man was in a police uniform and stared blankely at him. When he spoke, his accent was thick, much thicker than it usually was. "You have me mistaken for somebody else. I am Agent Salafat from the UN TACE. The United States government has requested your detainment and extradition. Based on the vile evidence presented to us, we will comply. You disgust me, pervert." Smithington was confused. It took him a moment to process what he'd been told, but then he knew the trap he was in. "You aren't Ahmed." "To be honest, I am not." *** "YOU ARE INVITED" the flier said. But that isn't what drew your attention. What drew your attention was the image above. A young European boy with brown hair and wide, green eyes stood naked in a large, public bath. You knew the boy: Benny Smithington, or how he was now known: Slut-Boy Benny. You'd watched all his videos and seen all his photo sets. Every week, you eagerly waited for more of this little slut to fill your computer screen with his small child dick, smooth tight ass, and eager full lips. But about a month ago, the little whore vanished. There were rumors that Buck had sold him, which didn't suprise you. The professional child abuser probably made six or even seven figures on the sale of this kid, mostly because he was the perfect son of one of the world's most notorious pedo-hunter. But it looked like the new owner was looking to recoup his costs - or contribute to further sodomies of the little slut. You didn't really care. This was your opportunity and you were going to take full advantage. You studied the flier. Benny stood naked, hip deep in the bath. The water came to just above the root of his little hairless pecker, but you knew what it looked like well. Steam from the bath curled around him and his moist skin glistened. His smile almost didn't look forced to you, but you could tell he didn't really like the hairy foot that rested against his cheek. The invitation had a price and a bank number to wire the money to. You immediately, without thought complied. A few hours later you had an address and a time: tomorrow evening at a gay bathhouse just across town in the outskirts of Istanbul. You memorized the passcode. * * * Preston McIntery looked at the man behind the bars. Smithington was a shadow of his former self. He looked haunted and his skin sagged like he'd lost a lot of weight quickly. McIntery smiled at his victory. "My, my," the lawyer drawled, "Look at yourself. You've really let yourself go." Smithington looked up with his dark and baggy eyes. "McIntery," he got up and ran to the bars, "You know me. You know I'm no pervert. I spent over 20 years locking hundreds of them away." "Hmm, yes. Well I thought I knew you, but the evidence shows the real picture. Tell me," McIntery leaned in, "was she worth it?" "I don't know what you're talking about, Preston." The man was defiant. McIntery pulled out a piece of paper and handed it through the bars. "She is beautiful, for a child." Smithington looked at the dark teen in the image, her young belly distended with child. "Oh, God." Smithington buried his face in his hands. "No denial? Well, that's something." "You don't understand. They have my son. I'm so close. Please, Preston, let me go." The man pleaded. McIntery stepped up and leaned over to Smithington's ear. "No, you don't understand. I have your son and he is so much fun." Smithington stared at his formal rival in disbelieving horror. "You...?" "Some advice," McIntery turned around, "take a cue from Benny, learn to love being raped." * * * You're there. The bright neon letters attract your attention above the main doors. You see a middle aged man follow a good looking younger man through the doors. But you aren't here for them. You go around the side to an alley doorway, like the directions you were sent. There is an old, rusted keypad in the wall. You type in the code you were given and hear a click as the door unlatches. Quickly, you duck inside. Your chest is pounding with nervousness and excitement as the hot humid air hits you. There is a reception area just inside the door, but not attended. Across the small lobby is a stand of lockers. You were told about this. You strip off your street clothes and shove them inside one of the lockers. You notice only one other is full. Someone else is there and they have Teen Titans undies. Your dick lengthens out of your bush as your foreskin rolls back to expose your moist head. You walk through the door that says 'SPA' eager for as much alone time as you can get. You enter the spa and there he is! Across from the spa tub is a table. Laying naked on that table is a young boy, his arms tied above his head, blindfolded. Despite the steam filling the room and the kid's mask, you recognize him. Your erection leads you to stand next to the little whore. You try to control your erratic breathing as you look over the eight-year-old body you are about to rape. Your hand rest on his thigh. He starts and gasps in surprise. He hadn't heard you come in. You rub his thigh. It is soft and moist from the humid air, but it has a smooth firmness of a healthy body. There is no hair on this boy below his ears. You move your hand up to his belly, it is also firm and smooth. You rest it there for a moment, feeling his diaphram raise and lower with each breath. Your dick is resting against the boy's side, leaving a slimy trail on the boy. You move your hands up to his nipples. They have steel bars through them. You pull lightly at one and the boy gasps again, his hairless penis begins to twitch in response. His lips are pink, puffy, and slightly apart as he breathes through them. They glisten with mosture from the air and his little boy breath. You have to taste him so you lean down. Your lips, rough with stubble meet his soft ones. You can feel his moisture seeping into you through your mouths. Before you can react, you feel his soft tongue push past your lips, searching for yours. It finds its target. The tip rubs against the top of yours expertly. You push the preteen's tongue out of your mouth with your own and then push farther. You are now in his mouth. It is amazing how little room there is in here for your tongue, but you are still able to explore. You rub along his teeth marveling at how small they feel compared to yours or other adults' you've felt. One tooth wiggles precariously. You push it for a bit remembering the hours you spent playing with your own loose teeth as a child. As you explore around his mouth some more, you feel a gap in his teeth. He's missing a molar and as you feel further, you notice his adult tooth has yet to make an appearance. His gums are soft. Benny's little boy mouth has really worked you up. You know your time is short so as much as you'd like to continue making out with the kid, you have to get to businesses. On your way to the bathhouse, you'd thought long and hard about what fun you wanted to do with the child whore. You'd paid a lot of money for this brief time and, while you hope you'll have more boys in the future, this may be your only opportunity, so it needs to be memorable. You climb up onto the table, straddling the boy's head. As you position yourself, you feel your scrotum slide up Benny's chin and mouth. Reflexively, he sticks his little tongue out and tastes your testes. You notice that his little dick had become a small immature hard on while you were kissing him. This is one of the things you wanted to try, but first, the preteen needed direction. You wiggle your hips to position yourself, feeling his face slide into your crack. He got the hint. Dutifully, the eight-year-old tongue pushed its way through your coarse ass crack hair searching for your pleasure hole. You feel the pressure at your entrance as the boy finds your sphincter and pushes to enter you. His tongue is small, but you relax to let him in and are rewarded with the depravity of clenching down on a eight-year-old's tongue as he tastes your anal walls. You moan unconsciously at both the pleasure, and the perversion you've caused. While Benny continues his work, you look between his legs. Surprisingly, he is still rock hard, the little fag. His three incher [7 cm] pokes up towards his belly as his scrotum lays loosley underneath, unable to be filled properly by Benny's prepubescent undeveloped balls. You lean over to taste your first preteen cock. In doing so, your scrotum swings down to rest against his jaw, your testicles rest loosely on his neck. This makes it harder for Benny's tongue to be in your ass, so he has to adjust to just licking your hole. You can feel as the tip rubs against your ring, desperate to please you. But your focus is in front of your face. His boner wiggles at you in temptation. In one eager swoop, you dive your head into the boy's crotch. His erection slides along your tongue until your nose is buried in the loose folds of his sac. You start to suck. You can feel the hardness as Benny's penile skin slides along his shaft against your tongue. You open your mouth wider and slurp in both of the boy's tiny balls. As he licks your butthole, you suck on his entire sex. His balls slip over his cock in your mouth. You can feel one on each side of his boy dick on your tongue. You can feel his warm breathing in your crack as the boy enjoys the pleasure you are giving him, but the pleasure is for you, not him. You get off the table and turn him over onto his stomach. As you walk around him, you feel your ass cheeks slide with Benny's little kid saliva and smile to yourself. Your erection leads you as you climb onto the table behind him. You grasp his firm melons and pry them open. His anus winks at you, throbbing in anticipation. You can feel your mouth fill with saliva so you lean down and coat his crevasse with your tongue. You can feel his hole. You make your tongue rigid and push. He's tight, it takes effort, but you break through his barrier ring and taste his anus. He is very clean, and the salty sweat of the boy's musk cause you to salivate all over his hole. He's prepped, so you lean up. Your penis slops a trail of your precome across the boy's bums as you line yourself up. You want to see this so you look down. With one hand holding you up, you use the other hand to simultaneously hold your prick on target, and spread him out for your view. Your exposed dickhead completely covers his little hole. You can't even see it, but you push hard anyways. At first there is resistance, but your spit and the pre leaking into the child's hole provides enough lube for your prick to force his sphincter open. You hear him groan in pain as you gasp at the tightness of the boy under you. You push through his ring and feel the tight grip slide along your shaft. Soon, you feel your balls against his smooth taint and you are completely in him. You move your hand and his cheeks close on your pubic area, sucking you to him. You lean down along his back, feeling him shudder as he tries to control himself. You are now pressed against the little body under you. You feel his wet back slide against your stomach. You slowly pull out, focusing of the feelings in your cock as you slide through his sphincter muscles. Under you, Benny whines in pain and pushes up into you. His head is nestled in your chest as he tries not to cry and you are reminded how much smaller he is than you. You push back in and then set up your pattern. You're doing it. Your fucking a cute little boy. As he struggles with your girth in his rectum, you decide to reward him for his sexiness. You subtly adjust your position mid-thrust. Now, as you fill the boy's rectum, you push against his prostate. This causes Benny to squeal in pleasure. The pain of being stretched is gone. Now it is just man in boy, each taking pleasure from the other. You know this won't last. You don't even want it to. You want to give Benny your seed and you feel your balls roiling. Your urethra starts to tingle just before you start to throb against the boy's smooth sphincter. You groan beastially as you fill the eight-year-old with your seed. Spent, you flop down on the boy who is gasping in pleasure. You look at his face, and he's smiling. You smile, too. You get up, and pull out of the boy. You need to see so you look at your handiwork. His anus is gaping and puffy. Your cream oozes out to slide over his taint tattoo. The boy looks content so you leave. As you enter the lobby to gather your things, you run into four people just finishing stripping: two fat, hairy middle aged Turks, a light-skinned young man in his twenties, and a teen boy around fourteen with a respectible bush around his young erection. The boy looks at your semi-deflated cock, still coated with your semen and Benny's ass, and he smiles slyly. Your gaze follows them as they go through the same door you just exited. As you gather your things and start dressing, inspiration strikes. You reach into the other locker and pull out Benny's Teen Titan briefs. You hold them up to your nose, taking a deep breath of boy-crotch before stuffing them in your own underwear, allowing them to soak up the remains of your orgasm. You leave the building with an eight-year-old-undies sized bulge. - Thanks for reading. I can be contacted at jack.b.pink@yandex.com.