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(Mb, extreme-ped, d/s, reluc, oral) *** PART 3 Drew sat nervously in the front seat of his stepfather's pick-up truck. Joe Carter insisted that the twelve year old sit right next to him on the bench seat, and drove with his left hand on the wheel while his right hand caressed the boy's bare legs. The big, domineering man had sent Drew back to his room five times until he approved the day's outfit. He now wore a pair of tight- fitting gym shorts that were a size too small, and a crop-top t-shirt that Joe had given him as a "gift" last year. The shirt was light blue, with the word "Heartbreaker" in hot pink letters on the front. Drew hated it, and had hoped never to have to wear it out of the house, but his father-in-law loved the shirt, because it exposed his firm belly, and the shorts dipped low in front, and would have showed his underwear had Joe allowed him to wear any. A pair of white sneakers with no socks completed his outfit. Joe couldn't keep his hands of the nearly naked boy, and all the physical attention had caused Drew's dick to swell to its full five-inch length. The outline of his cock was clearly visible through the thin material of his tight-fitting shorts. Joe pulled into a parking lot that was all too familiar to his unwilling companion. The only nearby building that was not boarded up and empty was a dirty brick pile with a sign overhead that said "Glee!" in flickering red neon. Joe parked and got out of the car. Drew reluctantly followed the six foot four inch man into the dim interior of the ugly building. Drew had been here many times, and hated it more with each visit. "Glee!" was one of the only adult bookstores left in the city, and was still operating solely on the income the owner made selling illegal child porn to people like Joe. Joe wasn't the brightest guy, but even he knew that downloading kiddie-porn on the internet was a bad idea, that somehow the cops could trace the downloads back to the computer, and the owner. The DVD's were outrageously expensive, but there was no electronic or paper trail to follow, so it was relatively safe. He liked to bring his stepson here to intimidate and humiliate him. He especially liked to walk him through the Gay DVD section, fondling and kissing him while surrounded by images of naked men having sex with each other. Sometimes he took the boy into one of the private viewing booths to fuck him while watching gay porn. On Joe's limited income, he could only manage one DVD a month at most. He loved the films that Archie, the store's greasy owner, received from Eastern Europe. There was a series of movies showing young boys being molested, raped and abused by groups of men. Joe hadn't gotten a new one in a while, and even though he had a pretty large collection of them, he was obsessed with getting a new one. He just hoped he had enough money. The kid had come through with $150 the other day, so he thought he should have enough. "Hey Archie" he greeted as he approached the cluttered front counter. Behind the dirty glass display surface slumped the owner of the store. He crouched like a spider amongst the paraphernalia he was selling, hanging on the wall behind him. This creepy, skinny old man was the main reason that Drew hated coming in here. The old letch always ogled the nervous preteen like he was undressing him with his eyes. His thin lips, which were always wet with drool, peeled back in a nearly toothless leer. His gaze fixed on the boy's delicate features, gazing into his large brown eyes. "Hey, Joe," the old pervert replied, never taking his eyes off of Drew. "What can I do ya for?" As Drew watched, disgusted, a line of spittle dripped off the man's lip to dribble on his stained black t-shirt. The scared boy saw that the dirty little store owner was rubbing his dick through his pants as he stared at Drew's body. "Got anything new?" Joe asked. He didn't need to specify what he was after, the old man knew what Joe liked. "Oh, yeah. Got something brand new, and real sweet." Without taking his filmy eyes off of the preteen's body, the old man opened an unlocked a safe under the counter and withdrew a DVD case with a familiar plain white cover. He glanced quickly to make sure of the title scrawled by hand on the cover, and handed it to Joe. "It's a three-hour combo. Two different kids getting gang-raped by forty guys. Each. One's ten and one's twelve." He locked eyes with the sweating Drew. "How old are you, Pretty Boy?" Drew didn't want to answer. He didn't want to acknowledge the old geezer in any way. He didn't want to be here at all. Joe, not wanting to offend the source of his addiction, nudged the slender boy with a heavy elbow. "Answer the man, Pretty Boy." He rumbled. "Twelve." Drew said, barely audibly. He looked down to avoid the creepy man's leer, but ended up staring at the man's crotch, where his bony hand still massaged his cock. Embarrassed, he looked right back up to see the ugly little man sneering. "Like what you see?" Joe nudged the boy again when he hesitated. "No! I mean, yes. I mean-" he stopped. There was no way to answer the question without getting himself in trouble. The old man cackled at his discomfort. "I know you do!" he screeched. He reached out and grabbed the shocked boy's thin upper arm with a bony claw and dragged him close. His free hand caressed Drew's chest, sliding down over the embarrassing shirt to his bare belly, then up under the shirt to feel his nipples, which hardened under the man's cold fingertips. The man was so fast, Drew didn't have time to react. He let go again after whispering in the boy's ear, "I know you do." Joe stood still, not wanting to offend his benefactor, but not liking the way his possession – which is what he considered the boy – was being molested. Since the old man had let go, he decided not to say anything. "How much?" he asked, bringing the subject of conversation back to the DVD he clutched in his sweaty fingers. "Four hundred." The skinny old geezer replied. "Four hundred?" Joe gasped. He didn't have anywhere near that. With the boy's $150.00, he had a total of three hundred dollars. It would take him a couple of weeks to get the extra hundred. "It's a special," Archie replied, "two movies in one." He waddled over to the end of the counter, where there was an opening he could pass through into the rest of the store. This brought him closer to his twelve year- old target. Drew stepped nearer to his big father-in-law for protection. "Uh, that's a little more than I have right now," Joe said, his slow mind trying to think of a way he could take the object of his desire home today. Archie knew exactly what the man wanted, and he knew that he had him over a barrel. He'd been waiting to get a crack at his piece-of-ass stepson for years, and this looked like his chance! "You know, you can preview the film for a lower fee." Archie offered. He nodded toward the preview booths, where people could sit in a dark little room and watch videos on a small television set into the wall. These rooms were usually used by men to jerk off in when they couldn't take DVDs home with them, or by couples who wanted to add visual interest to their love-making. Joe was familiar with the booths, having spent time there both alone and with his sex-toy stepson. Joe liked this idea. He could take Drew in there with him and get his rocks off, and decide if he wanted to pony up the money to own the thing. "Okay, how much for the preview?" "One hundred dollars for five minutes." Archie quoted. Joe stared at him. All he could afford was fifteen minutes, and that would leave him broke. He'd have to start saving all over again. Fifteen minutes. Shit! "Orrrr," the old man drawled. Joe looked at him, waiting to hear the option. "You can see the whole thing for two hundred, and I'll agree to keep an eye on your boy for you. The old man ran the backs of his knobby fingers up and down the soft skin of Drew's bare arm, raising goose bumps on his tanned skin. The terrified boy looked up at his stepfather imploringly, but Joe wasn't looking. He had locked gazes with the stoop-shouldered old man. The two men were like a pusher and an addict. The pusher has all the power in that situation, and so it was here. Joe handed the DVD to Archie. "All three hours, right?" the Slow-witted man asked. "Three hours. No less." The old man answered. He was assuring that he would have three uninterrupted hours with the little sex-puppet. Both men understood that Joe was renting the boy for the privilege of jerking off to the video, but neither would admit it. "Booth three." "Behave yourself, Boy." he told Drew, "do what the man tells you." He turned and slunk away toward the booth indicated. Drew watched in despair as his only hope left him, alone and at the mercy of this disgusting old pervert. Tears filled his eyes and spilled out over his smooth cheeks. Archie snatched the boy's arm and dragged him, weekly resisting, behind the counter, like an insect dragging its prey into its hole. The old man stopped to put the disc in the proper player for the booth where Joe was waiting, and took his reluctant prize through the beaded curtain into his dark office. "Mary! Watch the counter. I'll be back in a few hours." The old man called from the doorway. From the dark recesses of the store came a young teenage girl, skinny, with lanky blonde hair in her eyes. She shambled up the step and behind the counter where she stood mutely, staring at nothing in particular. As soon as he got the boy into his dirty, messy office, Archie wrapped a strong bony arm around the skinny boy and took a handful of hair in his free hand, holding him still while he planted his spitty lips onto his victim's mouth. Drew wanted to gag when he felt the ugly man's slimy lips siding over his own, and his stomach lurched when the old pervert's thick wet tongue slithered into his mouth. Drew held still as the man raped his mouth with his fat tongue. The man pulled away, gasping. "You're not cooperating, Boy," He hissed. Kiss me back, or you'll be sorry. Drew was already sorry, but he knew that he was under the man's power for the next three hours, and didn't want to make him angry. He was terrified of the old pervert, and didn't want to make him mad. When Archie leaned in again, Drew opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to meet the creepy geezer's. Archie sucked lustily on the preteen's soft pink tongue, while his hands wandered over his firm young body. He squeezed his round hard ass cheeks, fondled his nipples, caressed his flat stomach and rubbed his small cock through his tight shorts. While he kissed the boy passionately, Archie fumbled with his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He slid his stained boxers to his knees, and grabbed the boy's left hand, placing it on his hard cock. Of the cocks Drew had felt before, this was the shortest and thinnest. When Archie put his bony hands on the twelve year-old's shoulders and pushed him to his knees, he got a look at the gnarled prick. It was thin, but bent in an odd curve, with thick veins tracing patterns under the thin skin. The head looked too big for the shaft, which drooped between the old man's skinny white thighs. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the end. Archie grabbed his hard cock and held it up to the boy's lips. Resigned, Drew opened his mouth and felt the spongy knob of the pervert's cock slide over his tongue, while Archie leaned back against his cluttered desk. Drew tasted the bitter flesh against his tongue and fought not to gag. Slime oozed from the hole at the end of the twisted cock and slithered down the by's throat. Drew heard a contented sigh as he went to work, sucking on the thin hard rod. While the little fuck-toy slobbered on his dick, Archie grabbed the portable phone from his desk and dialed. "Hey, Winston," he gasped into the phone, "you remember that young piece I was telling you about? The dark haired one? No, not the one on the internet, the younger one. ..Yeah, that one…Twelve years old; pretty mouth….Yeah, well he's here right now, sucking my cock!" the greasy old man cackled into the phone. "Yeah, no shit! He's here for the next three hours, so if you hustle your fat ass down here, I might share him with you. No, free… you'll have to owe me….Hey, make sure you call Bubba and Goose….Yeah him too. Whatever you think….Yeah, okay. See ya." He set the phone down and put his hand on top of the boy's head as he sucked his cock. "Take it deep, boy," he said, and Drew slowly slid his mouth over the length of Archie's shaft, easily swallowing it down his experienced throat. Archie gripped the preteen's head and held his face against his crotch, enjoying the feel of the boy's warm wet throat around his dick. He jabbed his cock in and out of the kid's throat until he was ready to cum. He reached behind him to snatch a small video camera from a desk drawer. He pulled his cock from the boy's throat and told him to open his mouth. Drew obeyed, looking up at his tormentor to see the camera pointing at his face. Archie told him to stick out his tongue as he jerked his cock at the boy's mouth. He laid the fat head of his cock on the boy's outstretched tongue as a thick load of semen drooled out of his dick. White clumps slid down the surface of Drew's tongue to pool in the back of his throat. Archie's orgasm was heightened by the view through the camera of the boy's beautiful innocent face looking up at him with those deep dark eyes while his cock spit thick gobs of semen into his mouth. Archie had Drew kneel on the floor with his mouth open to show the sperm in his mouth. He filmed the preteen swallowing the disgusting mouthful; then told him to smile at the camera. The pretty boy smiled up at his rapist with a sheen of sperm coating his lower lip. Switching the camera from video to still pictures, Archie spent the next fifteen minutes taking hundreds of pictures of his helpless captive stripping out of his clothes and posing for a series of degrading pictures. Archie took close-up pictures of the boy's genitals and asshole, as well as positions he directed the boy to take. He would make thousands of dollars from these pictures, not to mention the blow-job video. This kid was going to make him a ton of money for a three-hour investment. And he was charging that stupid asshole Joe two hundred dollars to do it! Archie stuck his head through the doorway when he heard the door alarm, and made a beckoning gesture with his arm at the men who had come in. The five men crowded through the doorway into the small office, each with a look of lecherous anticipation on his face. "Hey, boys." Archie greeted them with a huge grin on his nearly toothless mouth, "help your selves." He stood back and indicated the small naked preteen shivering next to his desk. A tear ran down Drew's cheek as the five perverts surrounded him. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 71