Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013 17:26:29 -0800 (PST) From: Dak H Subject: Tow Truck Boy, part 3 Part three is a little longer than the first two parts. I hope you don't mind. Do you like where it's headed? I hope I don't suck too bad as a writer. (cringe!) I'd appreciate any feedback – good and bad! Thank you! * * * * Mike sat down at Derek's computer, looking through one directory after another, getting ideas for what he could do with his – with their – bitch. Three hours ago, he hadn't even known the kid. Now, he couldn't imagine fucking anyone else. Across the room, Sammy leaned back on the couch, still naked, and played with himself. Derek was on his knees taking pictures, close up and full body. Sammy seemed to get off on the attention. "Are you serious?" Mike asked. The others looked over at him. His attention was on the monitor, eyes bulging out of their sockets. On the screen, a younger Sammy was on his stomach, tied up, spread eagle, getting his ass beat by what might have been a riding crop. Derek crawled over to watch. "What kind of sick shit do you have on here?" Mike asked. "Sorry dude. I forgot about it. I grab anything that looks young when I get a chance. Didn't realize it was him." Derek's mind was far away, his voice full of lust. They both turned to Sammy, who carried on, not missing a stroke. Back on the screen, the nine year old Sammy was being lubed up by a tall, well-endowed man. They still hadn't seen the man's face, but his erect cock was at least eight inches. The uncut cock was leaking precum Neither Mike nor Derek realized they were both stroking their cocks as they watched the man roughly enter the boy's bubble butt, burying it in one thrust. "How the fuck did you take it like that?" Mike asked. "Practice, sir. He fucked me like three times earlier that day, so I was still stretched out." Derek realized what he was doing and removed his hand. He smiled, looked at the boy, and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the bitch had his cock down his throat, pubes tickling his nose. "I always wanted to do that. Snap my fingers and get head," Mike said. "We own him til morning. If you want it, do it," Derek reminded him. Mike shut off the video and moved on to the next one. Now he was curious. How many other videos were out there with his slave? Where did that come from? he wondered. Slave? He liked the thought. But yeah, how many other videos were out there? How long had Brian been loaning out his son? Even with that threat to call the police, was there any chance he could keep the boy? Keep the boy. Keep him. As a slave. Own a 12 (well, technically 13 now) year old slave. Make him wear a collar. Drink his piss. Never need to use the toilet again. Mmmmm. His hand was still on the mouse when he realized he was cumming, just from the thoughts in his head. He looked down at his slowly deflating cut cock. When hard, it was a respectable seven inches, curved ever so slightly to the left. "Swallow every drop, bitch!" Derek said. He held the boy's head down, cumming straight into his throat. Poor kid, Mike thought. He didn't even get to taste it. They needed to recharge. Mike sent Derek into the kitchen to get some Diet Cokes. Sammy sat between them on the couch. Mike had some questions. "Do you like sucking cock, boy?" he asked. "Oh yes, sir!" Sammy answered. "Do you enjoy getting fucked?" "Yes, sir! I love it!" "How long have you been sucking?" Mike asked. "I'm sorry, sir. My daddy says I can't tell anybody." "Do I own you, boy?" Mike asked. The boy hesitated before answering, "Yes, sir. You own me. I belong to you until morning." Mike felt his cock twitch. He ignored it, continuing with his questions. "How long?" The boy looked guilty. He squired, as though trying to escape. "As long as I can remember, sir. Before." "Before? What does that mean?" Derek asked. "Daddy let me suck on his cock even when I was a baby. He said I could only get the head in back then, but he said I would cry and cry if I didn't get it. He said that's when he knew I was born to be a cocksucker. Sir." "Yesterday, I would have said that was disgusting. Today, I'm jealous of your dad," Mike said. Derek was hard again. He pointed at his thick uncut cock. Sammy climbed into position and lowered himself down, impaling himself again. He slowly rose up and down while Mike continued. "Do you like being loaned out?" "Yes, sir. I love taking care of so many dicks. I can't get enough!" "How did it start, the loaning out?" Derek asked between grunts. "I was 5 or 6, I think, sir." "I asked how, not when," Derek said. He leaned the boy forward and swatted him on the ass, hard. "Daddy ordered pizza. The driver was late. Daddy was horny so he let me suck him while we waited. When the guy showed up, Daddy pulled his boxers up. I was still naked. The driver kept staring at me. Daddy invited him in and then locked the door. He took his boxers off and I went back to sucking. "Daddy asked if he liked what he said. The driver said he'd heard about stuff like this happening, but thought it was all bull. He said it was fricken hot. "Daddy grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat. The driver couldn't believe I could deep throat the whole thing. Daddy told him to take his clothes off. "He was in his early 20s with a skater body and shaggy blond hair. His cock wasn't big like yours. Daddy let me suck it as soon as he finished feeding me. "The driver came right away. He said he wished he could spend more time with me. Daddy told him to come back after work and he could. The driver said it would be about 2 in the morning. Daddy said that was OK. "He was there right when he said he'd be. Daddy asked where he lived. It wasn't too far away. Daddy said he was tired, so the driver could either use me there in the living room, or take me home and bring me back before his next shift. "He got real excited and took me to his place. I got to suck off him and his roommate. They took a bunch of pictures of it too. I really liked posing for them. They brought me back to Daddy together. Daddy asked if I liked it and I did so I told him so. He told them that they could borrow me again any time if they wanted. "Sir, um, you're leaking a lot. Is it ok if I ...?" he asked. Mike couldn't speak. He could only nod. He moaned though as the boy stuck his tongue out, licked and slurped his way up his throbbing cock. As the boy expertly blew him, he again imagined the boy wearing a collar while he held the leash. He couldn't keep fucking his girlfriend's daughter. She would get pregnant eventually, and how could he explain that to people? Plus, she just wasn't a perfect slut like Sammy. No, being pregnant would never be a problem with this boy slut. Owning this bitch was no longer a want. It was a need. He only had a few more hours to figure out how to make it happen.