Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 18:47:31 +0300
From: Jack Pinkerton <jack.b.pink@yandex.com>
Subject: How Hunter Got Into Show Business Chapter 06

How Hunter Got Into Show Business Chapter 06, Mb
By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com)
http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/
Codes: Mb(10), oral, SM

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
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The black teen pulled his mouth off the fat old writer's dick. Hunter
watched him, noticing a strand of white stuck to the other boy's lips. Was
that the same gunk that came out of Mr. Bailey's penis?

That reminded him. He looked down into the water at his lap. The white
cloud was dissipating as he held the director's deflating penis. There was
so much newness going on that Hunter's drug and alcohol addled mind was
having trouble making sense of.

"You can let go of me, boy," came the relaxed, almost amused, voice from
behind him. Slowly, almost reluctantly, the ten-year-old released the sated
adult's cock and watched it float lazily in the water between his legs.

Mr. Millson stood up, pushing Quentin away from him, "That's enough. Save
it for our new star here," his smile, directed at Hunter, wasn't entirely
pleasant. Still, referring him as a star bolstered the preteen and made his
chest swell in pride. But there was trepidation, too. Was Hunter expected
to put Mr. Millson's penis in his mouth like Quentin? Hunter thought so. To
his surprise, he wasn't entirely put off by that idea.

Mr. Millson stepped out of the pool and motioned at Hunter. "Come,
boy. Attend me." His voice boomed dramatically and playfully. Hunter stood
up, becoming distinctly aware of his nakedness. He put his hands in front
of himself, despite the cavalier way everyone else handled the group
nudity. The child was surprised to feel his own dicky poking his hand. He
was still hard like the men had been.

Hunter walked up the steps out of the pool, fully aware and thoroughly
embarrassed by the stares of his companions. He walked up to the hairy
giant of a man, still dripping. Mr. Millson spread his arms wide. "Dry me
off, boy."

Hunter hid his annoyance as best he could as he grabbed a plush towel from
the rack. What a menial task. Are they trying to make him some sort of
slave? But he knew these men had the power over him to make him do just
about anything they wanted. At least until he became a star. So he steeled
himself and plastered a believable-looking smile on his face and started to
rub down the middle-aged producer.

* * *

Bailey watched the preteen as he dried Millson. The dripping boy rubbed the
towel along the man's dark, hairy legs. The patted the man's furry belly
and chest, purposely avoiding the producer's large shaft and round, muscly
ass.

Bailey admired the smooth fitness of the boy's young, glistening wet
body. He would have liked to have taken the boy, but it was Millson's
turn. Still, the boy had given him and almost expert level hand job just
minutes ago. He started to swell at the memory.

Hunter stood back, eying the big, now mostly dry, man. Bailey sat back and
watched, but decided to prod a bit. "Hunter, boy. It looks like you missed
some spots." Millson responded by holding out his arms and thrusting his
hips, dangling cock and all, toward the ten-year-old boy.

Bailey recognized Hunter's slight hesitation. The man had seen it many
times before. He watched the child's decision point, knowing that this was
the most important test to nab the little boy. The hesitation was only a
second before Hunter's toweled hand reached out and gently patted the older
man's large genitals dry. Hunter had his head down, cheeks burning in
shame. Millson put his forefinger under the preeteen's chin and tilted the
boy's head up. The pair locked eyes as the young boy held the man's roiling
testicles in his little hands.

Millson let the grooming go in a bit longer then necessary. His gaze locked
the child's obedience. Slowly, the man turned, implicitly ordering Hunter
to dry his rear. Hunter hid his bashfulness when he pushed the towel
against Millson's firm ass cheeks. He rubbed gently, almost
lovingly. Bailey arched his eyebrows in mild surprise when the boy pushed
the towel between the man's cheeks on his own volition. Most children
needed to be guided. But Hunter seemed to instinctively know his next
step. Millson pushed back and ground a bit on the towel in the boy's hand
eliciting a small giggle from the boy. Bailey squinted at the couple. The
boy was displaying a very uncommon intimacy towards the man.

When Millson turned back around to face the dripping wet kid again, he
recognized the emotional attachment the boy had given him. He, too, was
caught off guard, but then he smiled wickedly and Bailey knew that Millson
was sure Hunter was his.

Millson took the towel from the ten year old, making sure to identify the
proper spot. Then he not-so-gently dried the child's face, rubbing his own
ass and crotch musk in the child's hair and eyes and nose, and even on his
lips. When he moved the towel down the boy's body, instead of the expected
revulsion, Bailey saw an unusual look in the child's eyes. Almost as if he
was bewitched.

Millson saw this too and quickly dried the rest of the young body before
him, paying no special time or attention to the boy's little bits.

Once the boy was dry, too, the man took his small hand in his large meaty
one and led him off towards the private guest house. Bailey watched with
jealousy at the two firm buttocks, one small and bubbly, one large and
muscular, as they exited out of his sight.

* * *

Hunter's heart pounded in his chest as he walked naked through the lawn,
hand-in-hand with the 62 year old bald giant. He was nervous being alone
with this man he barely knew. But he was irresistibly drawn to him. He
wanted nothing more than to be close to Mr. Millson and make him happy. But
Hunter didn't know why he felt this way. He was inexplicably attracted to
this man. His physical form. His influence. His wealth. His power. When
Hunter smelled the man's stench on the towel, something deep in his brain
tripped and he found himself unable to find any fault in the older
man. Even when he tried.

As the naked man led the naked child through the grass, the boy could not
keep his eyes off of the man. He stumbled once, but Mr. Millson carelessly
helped the boy back to his feet and hurried him between the large bushes
and trees of Mr. Bailey's back yard. Then the grass turned to concrete and
the two stopped before a glass door. Without hesitation, Mr. Millson opened
the door and stepped through, pulling the breathless boy along with him.

Lights flicked on and Hunter looked around the room. There was a bed,
covered in velvety red sheets. But there were also strange contraptions,
too. Padded benches of various shapes, mazes of ropes strung around each
other, odd swings, and several closed cabinets. There was even a wired
grated area on one part of the floor. Next to the bed and on walls in
several locations, Hunter noticed soap dispensers like the ones you see in
public restrooms.

But Mr. Millson ignored all that. He dragged the befuddled child to the bed
and tossed him roughly onto the mattress. Hunter landed with an unexpected
thump. The mattress was one of the firmest he had ever felt. And he noticed
something else as Mr. Millson climbed eagerly onto the bed with him. The
red sheets weren't velvet, but a super soft crimson leather.

Mr. Millson was staring hardly at Hunter when he turned his attention back
to the large man. "You are so perfect, boy."

Hunter blushed nervously, knowing he was about to do more sex stuff. "I
think you look good, too," the boy said, half truthfully.

"Oh you do, do you?"

Hunter nodded and smiled weakly as the man moved over him, crowding him to
the mattress, trapping him. The ten year old was looking up at the
sixty-two year old when the man leaned over him and softly put his lips to
the boy's. They were scratchy, both from the stubble and from dryness. But
then they parted and something pushed against Hunter's mouth. The man
pushed his slimy tongue into Hunter. Hunter tasted this man above him and
moaned without realising it. He pushed his slim, smooth body against the
thick hairy one.

Mr. Millson slipped his hand around the boy's back and pulled the preteen
to him, feeling the child along his stomach and chest as he allowed his
saliva to drool into the kid's mouth. Hunter didn't balk. He didn't eve
seem to mind. In fact, he started sucking on the older man's tongue,
instinctively trying to please.

The man spun the two around so now he was under the boy. But this also gave
him more access to his plaything. His hand slipped below, rubbing the
child's lower cheeks. He teased himself by running his fingers along the
edge of the boy's cleft. But then he was jolted when soft, small fingers
slipped around his hardening shaft. Mr. Millson broke the kiss momentarily
to whisper "Good, boy," to his bitch. That's clearly what this child wanted
to be. Mr. Millson's bitch.

With that realization, Mr. Millson dropped all pretense to be gentle, and
decided to take the boy how he truly wanted him.

With one hand, he held the boy's head tightly to his face. With his other
hand, Mr. Millson pried apart the boy's smooth butt cheeks. Without warning
he viciously shoved two thick dry fingers into the boy's relaxed
hole. Instantly he felt the ten year old pucker squeeze at his invading
digits, so he pushed harder, feeling the boy's warmth envelope his
fingers. The boy groaned painfully. Bit there was something else in that
groan. Pleasure? Mr. Millson pulled his face back and looked into the
child's eyes. They were indeed dilated with pleasure.

"You like that, my little bitch boy?" Mr. Millson teased as he hardened
completely in his boy's hands.

Hunter, for his part looked humiliated and ashamed. But also incredibly
turned on as his little boy dick stood out as hard as
Mr. Millson's. "Uh-huh," he replied in embarrassment as he ground his ass
on Mr. Millson's fingers.

"Aah-ahh," the boy whined when Mr. Millson pushed his fingers apart,
stretching the virgin open.

Mr. Millson removed himself from the child and pushed the kid down so he
was laying on his back.

Hunter looked up at the man. A confusing cacophony of emotions ran through
his mind, his penis, and his little asshole. He had no idea what those
feelings were, but they drove him to thoughts and pleasures he knew were
wrong, but that he couldn't stop himself from pursuing.

Mr. Millson above him leered evily. He brought his hand back and slapped
Hunter's face hard. Tears sprang to Hunter's eyes. As the man brought his
hand back again, Hunter cried out, "No, stop!"

Mr. Millson looked down at the boy, his face a mess. Drenched with his own
and the man's spit, tears running down his cheeks, both red, but one
swelling, Mr. Millson saw the vulnerability and reared back in guilt. But
only for a moment. His erection, and the boy's controlled him. He looked at
the adorable, sloppy, abused face, and then down at the rock hard
boy. Hunter didn't want him to stop. Mr. Millson didn't want to stop. His
guilt evaporated.

The sixty-two year old beefcake leaned over the tiny prepubescent child and
crawled over him. He sat down hard on the boy's diaphram eliciting a
violent gasp from the small bitch under him. He leaned down, putting his
face directly in front of the boy's.

"What do you want?" He asked.

The boy looked terrified and confused. And horny. "I...I...I want you to
sto..." he hesitated as the lie almost left his mouth. Then he started
over, "I want you to hurt me." He gasped with the last of his breath. Then
his head snapped around as the man's palm struck a second time.

Mr. Millson lifted off the messed up ten year old. Hunter gasped in air,
his chest shuddered as it rose, filling with air. His eyes were red-rimmed
and he stared at the big man above him. He was such a good boy.

Hunter was so confused. He felt like his body was betraying him. His cheeks
hurt. His lungs burned. He should be trying to run away, but he just wanted
more. He looked over the solid chest of his man,dripping in
perspiration. Dripping on him. He tried to hold back a moan, but he knew he
failed. The man smiled down at him, then sat back. Hunter hunched forward
at the feeling. A warmth, a tightness engulfed his rigid little member.

But how? Then he realized. His penis was up Mr. Millson's asshole. Like
many things this strange night, instead of horrifying and grossing out
Hunter, this excited him even more. The bitch boy gasped as incredible
feelings shot through his groin. Mr. Millson was grinding back and forth
against him, riding the young penis, giving it pleasure.

Hunter leaned his head back and gasped as the pleasure overtook him. Then
he gargled as the man wrapped his strong fingers around the boy's
throat. Hunter looked up desperately as the man squeezed. He tried to talk,
but the pressure on his neck only made him grumble incoherently. The man
was bouncing on him hard and the hand on his throat made him feel
helpless. Then a dull ache started to throb from his groin. The steel butt
cheeks of Hunter's captor were slamming closed at every grind, squeezing
the immature testes.

The pain, the pleasure, the pressure.

"Aaahhhh," screamed the boy through the closed fist around his neck as his
penis throbbed inside the man.

Mr. Millson released the child's throat, admiring the hand print he
left. Hunter lay back in the afterglow, completely relaxed.

But not for long. It was Mr. Millson's turn.

Hunter's recuperation was rudely interrupted when a wad of his hair was
gripped tightly in Mr. Millson's hand and the boy was yanked
up. Mr. Millson rolled onto his back, the child's head of hair still firmly
in his grip. With his free hand, the man reached out ad twisted one of the
little nips on the ten year old's chest, eliciting a pleasing squeak.

The man pushed Hunter's small head down until the boy's lips brushed the
man's throbbing, dripping glands. Having watched a couple blow jobs here
minutes ago, Hunter knew what was expected of him. Despite being somewhat
"spent", Hunter was still inexplicably eager to make this man happy and do
what he wanted. Show business wasn't even in the child's thoughts.

The little tongue took an exploratory lap, but before he could evaluate the
new flavors and sensations of the man's penis, the hand on his head impaled
the child's mouth on the adult prick. His jaw was forced open and his
tongue was smashed down as a spray of salty pre splattered the back of his
throat.

The hand on his head guided him up and down on the thick cock, the precum
coating it mixed with the ten year old's spit to lubricate the mouthfuck.

Mr. Millson marveled at the pleasure on his cock. Hunter wasn't great at
giving head, of course, but the domination of a willing, virgin, boy was
roiling him up like no boy had ever done before. It was a new experience
for him and one he knew he would be taking full advantage of in the future.

Hunter lay sideways from the man, prone on his stomach. This gave
Mr. Millson great access as the child's inexpertly bobbed on his dick. He
put his free hand softly on the boy's buttocks, rubbing and squeezing
roughly, enjoying the smooth elasticity of the mound, and the protesting
groans from the mouth on his cock.

He though about spanking it, but decided to hold that for another
time. Instead, Mr. Millson once again worked his fingers into the ten year
old crack, finding the tight sphincter of his little bitch boy. He started
to rub the smooth taut ring, pressing teasingly, but inspiration struck and
he changed his tactic. His hand reached a little farther until he found a
wrinkled coin purse of a young scrotum and the sensitive, vulnerable
testicles inside.

With a quick flick he caused the little boy to shudder in pain. Then a
light slap made the boy squirm away. But that wouldn't do, so a squeeze had
the bitch under control, squirming when desired, calm, but trembling in
anticipation when desired.

While the eroticism grew, Mr. Millson became annoyed because his bitch boy
had stopped his rhythm. Mr. Millson was close. Too close. The lust blinded
him to move past barriers he wouldn't normally. He squeezed. Hard. Hunter
jumped and cried out, struggling to get away, but the hand on the back of
his head wouldn't let him move.

Instead, it pushed hard, forcing the boy's mouth down the man's aching
shaft. Mr. Millson felt the resistance. The entrance to Hunter's
throat. But he kept pushing and -pop!- his dick head pushed down the
child's throat.

Uncontrollably, Hunter began to gag around the invading, suffocating
penis. The boy's body convulsed, his throat massaging Mr. Millson's dick in
a desperate attempt to expel it. Mr. Millson groaned, thrusting his hips,
forcing himself deeper into the child's no longer innocent throat. As he
squeezed the tiny marbles mercilessly, he felt his own testicles
tighten. With a roar, he ejaculated his seed into the tiny abused throat,
coating it with his essence and DNA.

It seemed like his orgasm lasted forever, but when he was finally finished,
he was quick to pull out. With a wet slurp, the boy drew in a desperate
breath.

* * *

Mr. Millson looked down at the sleeping face laying on his thigh. A pearl
goo pooled under the boy's mouth.

This kid wasn't made for Hollywood, Mr. Millson decided. He was made to be
a porn star!

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