Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2020 19:29:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Nick Waters Subject: Entrepreneur Chapter Six ENTREPRENEUR CHAPTER SIX Jack Atwood returned to the room in his best buddy's house to find the bath water draining out of the tub. As the water swirled, the naked pedo eyed his latest conquest. There was no mistaking eleven year old Justin for anything other than a little boy. His body beneath his neck was utterly devoid of hair. Jack's soft dick twitched when he saw the bare armpit and smooth groin. He stepped into the oversized tub and looked directly into Justin's eyes. "Take my cock in your mouth, boy." Although tired from what only can be described as an afternoon orgy, the preteen complied. He was infatuated with the older, hairy bear with an intensity which bordered on worship. "You did great today, boy. You are a true slut. A nasty dick pig and a horny faggot," Jack said looking directly in the boy's eyes. Without warning the kid's small mouth was suddenly filled with a strong burst of hot man piss. Justin at first couldn't comprehend what was going on. When he realized the man was peeing in his mouth, he tried to move his head only to find Jack firmly holding his head. "Swallow, faggot. It's just piss. Piss is sterile and safe, so relax and swallow." Jack said firmly. Justin could taste the man's waste and found the mostly recycled beer to be very close to water. He swallowed so he could gasp for air through his nose as the child molester continued to take a leak in his no longer innocent mouth. "That's it, slut. It's just the other penis juice. You love cum judging from all of the sperm you swallowed and had shot into your guts today. Now you are a piss slut too. Taste it. Enjoy it. Get off on the fact that I really enjoy using you like a urinal." Justin realized that his three inch immature penis was rock hard again. This amazed the boy since he had just spent an hour at the hands of three men and a teen who rubbed, licked, and sucked him into no less than six dry cums. Pulling out, the man sprayed the rest of his urine on the kid's cute face and then started bathing the whole prepubescent body with his waste. Afterwards Jack threw his new lover a towel. "Dry off. It's time for dinner.' Justin, panting hard at the knowledge his nude body was covered in bear piss, looked confused. "I just need to shower first..." "No. You don't. This piss load is light, and you will only smell of so slightly of urine. It's a good smell on you. You will wear the scent of your man like a light cologne. Hurry up. Here are your tighty whities to wear. See? Aren't you glad I brought you something to dress up in?" Justin laughed and put on his white briefs. Down in the sumptuous dining room, Mark greeted both man and boy with a kiss on their lips. "My other guests have left, so it's just the three of us. Well four if you count Tag," Mark said as he put his arm around his fourteen year old servant. He kissed the top of the teen's head and asked, "What would you like for dinner, Justin? You can have anything you want for dinner. I mean it. Anything." Thrilled with his choices, Justin debated between pizza and burgers and settled on a very meaty and cheesy pizza. Tag went to the kitchen to deliver the orders and then returned. Jack leered at the smooth and sexy boy. "How did Justin do sucking your dick?" Jack asked adjusting his junk. The boy smiled, "I loved the way he licked my ass, but he never sucked my cock." "What?" Mark asked in mock outrage. "Every cock was supposed to be sucked as well as every ass licked. Hop up on the table." Once on the sturdy surface, Mark slid down the boy's shorts revealing a shaved four inch boner. "Doesn't that look delicious, Justin? Now be a good slut and suck this teen cock until he cums in your mouth. Then we can have dinner." Feeling pretty laid back, Justin smiled and moved to the table. Still standing he bent over and started licking. Mark produced a bottle of poppers, and the newly experienced little boy took a long sniff. Suddenly he was hungry for the smooth penis, and his own hardened to a full three inches. "That's it, you cock sucking pig!" Mark marveled. "That's the youngest dick you have sucked. Probably the smallest too. We need to find you some little boy dick to suck. You will love it. Sucking off a cute eight year old and making him dry cum." Jack held the back of Justin's head and guided him on the teen's meat. Tag moaned and writhed, and Jack and Mark shared a long, wet kiss. When Tag blew his teen load, Justin choked on the sheer volume of cum. Jack laughed and said, "That's what you will be shooting soon. Teenagers shoot bucket fulls! Thankfully I still got you hairless and dry cumming." The funny green cigarette was passed around until everyone was feeling mellow. Then Tag, still naked, served the food and then sat down at the table. Justin liked the way Mark showed affection for the teen and how Jack would rub Justin's bare knees and smile at him. Dinner was delicious, and Justin gorged himself on the rare treat of pizza. Afterwards Mark brought out a box of cigars. Tag jumped up, still naked, and unwrapped and cut the cigar tips. Jack put it between his lips, and Tag lit a piece of thin cedar and lit the cigar. He then did the same with Mark. Afterwards, Tag cleared the dishes from the table before returning still naked. "I hear," Mark said after a long exhalation, "that you are looking to earn enough money to buy an I-phone, Justin." Justin smiled. "Yeah. I still have a ways to go, but Uncle Jack has been so helpful." "I'll bet he has," Mark said wickedly. "Hey Jack. Why don't you do one of your special parties at the Cigar Shac? I bet little Justin could make some good money. If he really wanted to, he could walk away with an I Phone that night." Excitedly Justin turned to Jack. "Really, Uncle Jack. I will work hard for that I-Phone. I promise." The burly, handsome bear smiled and puffed his cigar. "Well, I don't know...." he drawled noticing the kid's crestfallen look. He looked into Mark's eyes twinkling with mischief. "I mean theoretically you could get an I-phone and two or three hundred bucks in cash. Maybe enough to get you the lap top too. But the work might be too much for you," Jack said looking directly in the eleven year old's eyes. "Please. Please. Please!" Justin begged. "Well these guys are pedophiles like Mark and me. You remember what pedophiles are?" Jack asked. Justin nodded. "Kid fuckers." Mark laughed loudly, coughing out the cigar smoke. "You have been teaching him well, Jack." "Right to the point," Jack drawled. "So you would be there at a private party with a group of pedophiles. You would be wearing just a jockstrap and boots. Your job would be to cut their cigars, light them, clean ashtrays and bring them drinks. They will want to touch you, kiss you and fondle you. Some might even slip a finger or two up your boy butt. But in return they would put cash into your jockstrap. The more you please them, the more you make. But to get the I- Phone, you would have to pick one of them to have sex with. It's your choice, as always. But the winner would get ninety minutes alone with you to fuck you however he likes." Justin pondered that for a moment. The grass was clouding his judgement. "What if I didn't want to have sex with any of them?" he asked. "That's fine. You just get the cash and no phone. And I would never use you in that capacity again." Justin looked doubtful, and seeing that, Mark spoke up. "Well it's a good thing we discovered you are a slut, Justin. You sucked five new cocks today, and five new ones fucked you this weekend. That is really fucking slutty. I bet if we gave you some funny cigarettes and a fresh bottle of poppers, you could walk out of there with a mint!" Tag finished rolling some more joints, lit one, and then passed it around. Mark smiled in admiration. The young teen was the best servant boy he had ever had. He had helped him on numerous occasions to score little boy ass, and he recognized the tactic now. Get the kid more stoned so he says yes. After a hot fudge sundae, the mellow Justin announced, "OK. I'll do the cigar thingy. I will do whatever I need to do to get the I-Phone." Both Jack and Mark got hard when they heard that. Jack smiled and said, "It will take two weeks or so to set this up. Are you sure? Because if you back out, it will embarrass me. Then you couldn't work for me ever again." The last sentence was said sternly. Justin squeezed his hard dick in his tighty whities and thought as best as his stoned mind would let him. After all of the guys he had sucked and licked and been dicked by that day, he thought that some kisses and a finger up his ass wouldn't be bad at all. And he got choose if he wanted sex with them or not. Jack is so thoughtful and good to him, he decided. "Yeah. I will do it for sure. I want that I-Phone." Mark clapped him on the back and said, "Good boy, Justin. You are going to go far in Jack's organization, I'm sure." That night the two pedos fucked little Justin together. They both knew that Man/boy sex was best with two boy-loving men doing a hairless kid. When Mark slid his nine inch shaved cock all the way to the balls in the preteen's asshole, Jack was lying on the bed inches away watching the action. It was better than kiddy porn, he thought stroking his six inch dick. When Jack mounted the boy and began to dick him using Mark's cum as lube, he often pulled out and fucked it into Mark's open mouth. Back and forth he would go, from boy ass to pedo mouth. Later when Mark was once again fucking the kid's ass and Jack was snaking his fucker into the boy's throat, the two leaned in for a long and passionate kiss. "I love you," Jack mouthed, and Mark whispered it back. They kissed deeply and both came hard in the young slut's fuck holes Their tongues met again when they jointly sucked the hairless groin and immature dicklet of the little boy, delighting when they brought him to yet another dry cum. Mark brought the eleven year old to his final boygasm when he tongued his lover's cum out of the boy's red, well fucked asshole. Afterwards the two men pissed in the slut's mouth. Justin obediently drank it down trying to decide if he really liked it. "You make a good toilet, piglet," Mark send tenderly while mussing the child's hair. The next day Jack, Mark, Tag, and Justin were joined by Cody. They went out on the lake and spent the day wake boarding and snorkeling. When Jack dropped Justin off that evening, Justin's parents noticed his tan and big smile. "Mr. Atkinson appears to be a good influence on our Justin," his mother noted later to her husband. "Indeed," he replied. Jack began preparations for the cigar gathering which he set for two weeks away. In the mean time Jack did not offer Justin any work opportunities. He said it was because Justin had to prepare for the big cigar event. Actually he really didn't want the boy to acquire any more money and have enough funds to buy his own phone. For practice, Jack had the preteen come to his house next door but still a couple of acres away. Justin was awed by the modern elegance of the house. One whole room was dedicated to video games, and Cody and he played often. There were no hard feelings from Justin about Cody fucking him at the lake, and Cody spent hours not only playing Fort Nite with him but also fucking his seven inches deep into the boy's throat. The pedophile teenager made it a game to see how long he could keep his cock deep in the child's esophagus. After much coughing and choking and deep throat spit, Justin started to become a highly skilled cock sucker. To prepare for the cigar event, Jack showed the boy how to cut cigars and hold them properly. He showed him how to light cigars with cedar wood strips in order not to pollute the flavor with Sulphur or butane tastes. Every time Justin came over Jack would fuck him, often having the lad sit on his lap while he smoked a cigar. He let the boy hold it in his mouth and "sip" on the smoke --- not inhaling but holding it in his mouth. In mid fuck, he would pull out of the boy's ass. Before his hole closed up, the pedo would drool long strands of spit into the orifice. Then he would unwrap a cigar he had selected from his spacious walk in humidor and before cutting it would slowly insert the uncut tobacco phallus into the preteen's butt. Then the depraved pervert would savor the delicious cigar while he mounted the hairless ass once again. It was important Justin get used to this since it would be a major part of the cigar social. Jack also worked on Justin's tits. He would enlarge them with a hand held pump and then put clothes pins on them. The kid found this sexy and always boned for it. Jack said he wanted him to have "bitch tits" when he showed him off in just a jock and boots. Slowly the boy became acclimated to a smoky tobacco environment. He no longer coughed around cigars and enjoyed it when Jack would drool a long line of cigar spit onto his hairless three inch cock and then masturbated him with it. Within a few days, Justin started sneaking out of his ground floor bedroom at night after everyone had gone to bed. This pleased Jack immensely. He loved how horny the kid was for dick. The little boy was also a slut for his dry cums. This was a win-win for Jack and Cody who loved to spend hours licking the hairless boy's unblemished body until he shook violently and was covered in a sheen of sweat from his prepubescent orgasms. A few nights before the cigar event, Jack was doing the books late The Devil's Den XXX bookstore. The night manager, a nasty pedo around 60 who would be attending the cigar event, pointed out booth twelve on the video camera. "We've got a cock sucking dick pig in twelve. He has been in there for hours now, and from what I can tell he has been taking dick on both sides of the booth. He keeps the money flowing though. One of the regular said he sucks like a pro. I thought I might get my dick drained soon." "Cool," Jack said with a smile. Booth twelve had a glory hole on each end, and only the piggiest of men went in it. Before the manager could make it there, however, the booth opened and out came a blond man around 18 or 19. "You check his ID?" Jack queried. "Yeah, he is nineteen." Jack looked closer and saw he was handsome, fit, and there was cum on his tee shirt. There was something very familiar to him about him. As he was thinking, a muscular man in leather motioned to the teen into a booth. The cocksucker went on and got on his knees before the leather guy went in and closed the door. "Who is he?" Jack thought. "I know I know him." Then it hit him. Billy! Fuck that is Billy sucking dick all night in the booth! That brought him back ten years when Jack had just opened the bookstore. He was twenty seven and just beginning to build his empire. Back then the store closed at midnight before Jack realized that there was a steady perv customer stream after the bars closed at two AM. He had hired a friend of his from grade school named Alex to manage the place since Jack was still cutting hair at the barbershop all day. Alex was bisexual and a single dad. He was grateful for the job because times had been tough after his wife deserted him and his baby son. Alex worked the night shift which was the busiest time. A few weeks after he was hired, Jack stopped by and found Alex's nine year old son Billy in the office. "Hey Sport," Jack said hugging the cute little boy. "Uncle Jack," the kid exclaimed kissing him on the cheek. Alex looked embarrassed and stammered, "Ah, you know I keep him back in the office all the time. It's just I can't afford a babysitter right now." "That's cool, Alex. Billy is my bud. He is always welcome here." Jack held up his hand and high fived the nine year old. Damn. This kid is cute as fuck, the pedo thought about his friend's son. Alex relaxed, and Jack started coming over more often. Usually he had a little treat for the little boy. He would help out his buddy with some closing chores and spend time with Billy who never failed to make him hard. Jack had some pedo experiences under his belt, but it had been a couple of years. His deepest desires, however, always involved hairless boys. They always closed the back room for cleaning about an hour before they closed the rest of the store, and it occurred to Jack that he could pay Billy to help him with the cleaning. When Jack approached Billy's dad Alex about it, he thought it was a great idea. Jack didn't waste any time. The first night after he and Alex had come to an agreement about Billy helping out with clean-up, Jack approached Billy as soon as the last customer had been shooed from the back room. "Hey little buddy, I've got a job for you. You can help me clean the back room. Come on." Billy and Jack had a great relationship - easy and warm - so Billy hopped up immediately. But he hesitated to go into the back room. "What's wrong, Billy?" "Uh - I'm not sure I want to go back there." "Hey bud, there's nothing to be afraid of. Everyone's gone. It'll be just you and me." After a few more seconds' hesitation, Billy stepped into the back room for the first time. Jack grabbed a large trash can just inside the door. "We need to pick up the trash first. I'll carry the can, you do the picking up. Let's start with the booth on this end." Billy was very nervous about opening the door to the first booth, as if he thought there might still be someone inside. But as soon as the door was open and he saw that the booth was empty, he relaxed and looked around. It was just a tiny room with a TV screen against the far wall, a narrow bench beside the door, and a hole in one wall. There were a couple of paper towels on the bench, and another crumpled up on the floor. Jack watched as Billy reached with his bare fingers for the paper towels on the bench. "Ugh. They're wet." "That's OK. Just pop 'em in the can." Billy bent down to pick up the crumpled paper towel in the corner, and as he did so, he saw several small shiny puddles on the floor. "There's something wet on the floor." "Yeah, we'll have to come back again after we get all the trash and wipe those wet spots up. Here and in the other rooms too." The second booth was trash-free but had holes on both side walls instead of the single hole as in the first booth. The third booth had a bunch of paper towels, plus a condom draped across the coin machine. Billy lifted the condom by the open end. "What's this?" "A condom. A rubber." "What's it for?" "It fits over a cock. To prevent messes. Like the messes you saw on the floor back there. And to prevent babies when a guy sticks his cock in a certain place." By this time Billy was holding the condom closer to his eyes, looking at the inch of whitish liquid pooled in the bottom. He was also looking confused. Jack chuckled a bit. "Whoever used that condom left a little present inside." Billy didn't say anything in reply, but his puzzled look was question enough. "He got real excited watching the movie, and that," Jack said, pointing to the liquid in the bottom of the condom, "came out of his cock. Here, let me help you see it a little better." Jack took the condom, rolled the top down to within a quarter inch of the semen, and held it close to Billy's face so he could peer down into it. "It's still pretty thick," Jack said, "so it must be from one of the guys who just left. But who knows? Should be pretty mild tasting." Billy looked up with one of those "What the fuck?" expressions kids sometimes get. "Here, let me show you." Jack held the condom with his left hand, dipped the index finger of his right hand down into the cum, stirred around a little, then pulled his finger out. A big drop of semen hung down from the tip of his finger. "Open up." Billy looked unsure. "It won't hurt you. It's good for you. Good for you to know how it tastes. Open up." Billy slowly opened his mouth, never taking his eyes off Jack's finger. Jack held the finger in front of Billy's eyes so Billy could look right at that big drop of semen, then lowered it down toward Billy's open mouth, planted the tip of his finger on Billy's tongue, then rotated his finger to wipe as much sperm as possible onto the boy's tongue. Jack realized that this was a first for Billy, and he savored that thought. He was also turned on by the thought that neither of them had any idea whose balls the semen had come out of. "Now, taste it." Jack watched as Billy moved the semen around in his mouth, tasting. "Well?" "It doesn't taste like much." "Here, let me give you a little more. Tilt your head back, open wide, and stick out your tongue." Billy did as Jack told him, and Jack carefully tilted the condom over Billy's open mouth and watched as the semen from some unknown customer flowed down onto his tongue. Jack couldn't take his eyes off the sight of the cum spreading out over the boy's tongue, coating it, and flowing back toward his throat. "Now, taste again." Billy tasted the mouthful of cum, then swallowed. "Good boy, swallowing down all that cockjuice! How'd you like it?" Billy just shrugged, as if to say, "I dunno - not terrible, just different." "Who knows, maybe we'll find more." But Jack knew that was unlikely - only the occasional thoughtful customer bothered using a condom. The sperm was more likely to be on the floor, or splattered against one of the walls. Sure enough, in the very next booth there was a stream of cum running down the wall just below the video screen. Jack pointed it out to Billy. "See there, Billy. The guy in this booth didn't bother using a condom." Billy looked closely at the stream of cum. "See if it tastes the same as the cum in the condom." Again, Billy looked puzzled. "Just lick it off." Billy hesitated a few seconds, but he completely trusted Jack - there was something about their relationship that inclined him to do whatever Jack suggested. So he leaned in toward the wall, put his tongue at the bottom of the streak of cum, and licked it off. Jack watched Billy lick the cum off the wall with amazement at his good luck. He knew the kid was suggestible,but he could hardly believe the kid was so obedient, unquestioning, cooperative. He suddenly realized that there were enormous possibilities here. As Billy was using his tongue to work the last glob of semen off the wall, Jack said to him, pointing to the hole in the wall, "Hey Billy, notice this?" "Yeah." "Want to know what it's for?" Billy, licking his lips and swallowing, nodded yes. "It can feel very good when somebody plays with your cock. A guy in this booth can stick his cock through this hole so the guy in the next booth can play with it." Billy stepped up to the wall. "The hole's too high." "Here, I can fix that." Jack stepped out of the booth and returned in a couple minutes with a low, wide stool, and put it on the floor under the hole. Billy stepped up on the stool and looked down to see if the height was right. Perfect. "Let's try it," Jack said. "I'll go into the next booth; you unfasten your pants and pull them down and push your cock through the hole." Jack left Billy's booth, closing the door behind him, and went into the next booth, his heart pounding. He'd known Billy since he was born; had watched him getting older; had always been attracted to the kid. But he never had the balls before to act on his desires with a friend's kid. He knelt down in front of the hole and peered through just in time to see Billy pushing his jeans and white briefs down to his knees. The next second Billy was leaning in against the booth, and his beautiful little 9 year-old cock and small, perfectly smooth balls were sliding through the hole. Jack's own cock was pushing hard against his pants. Jack knew he should start slowly, just gently fingering Billy's penis and balls at first, but he couldn't control himself - he immediately leaned in and slipped his mouth down over that sweet little cock. He felt Billy pulling back just a little, probably at the surprise of feeling a warm mouth engulfing his cock, but by this time Jack had his lips clamped around Billy's package, gently holding him in place. Billy relaxed, and leaned back in against the wall. As Jack explored Billy's cock with his tongue, he opened his fly, pulled his cock out, and started working it. The pleasure was as intense as anything he'd ever felt. To have that young, virginal cock in his mouth was an incredible high. He couldn't hold back, and within a couple minutes, he shot a huge load of spunk into his open palm. Jack stayed there just a couple minutes more, gently sucking at that sweet young cock and milking the last few drops of his cum into his palm. Then he slid his mouth off Billy's cock, stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up with one hand, and still holding his fresh load in his other hand, left the booth and opened the door to the booth Billy was in. "How'd it feel, Billy?" Billy smiled broadly. "It felt great! I wish you hadn't stopped!" "Well, I have something for you - some much fresher cum. Still warm." He held his palm under Billy's face so Billy could look at the pool of cum in his hand, still white and thick. Billy looked at it, then looked up at Jack. "Where'd you get it?" Jack pointed to the bulge in his pants. "Out of your cock?" Billy asked, a surprised look on his face. "Sure did, my friend. Lap it up." Jack watched as Billy looked at the cum, started to bend down, then hesitated, looked Jack in the eye to make sure he wasn't joking, then lowered his face down to his palm. A second later Jack felt Billy's lips and tongue against his palm, then felt him licking and slurping the fresh semen into his mouth. "Like it any better?" "It's a lot thicker. And warmer. And there's a lot more of it." "There's plenty more where that came from. Maybe you can try some right from the tap before long. But hey, we have to get hustling or we'll never get this place cleaned up." While they were cleaning up, Jack asked casually, "Can you keep a secret, Billy?" The adorable child nodded. "Good boy. If you keep our little clean up games a secret from your dad and everyone else, I will make sure your little dick gets the best feeling ever." "Don't tell my dad?" Billy asked not sure if that was right. "He might get jealous and not want you to play. Or maybe after some time, we can invite him to play too." Billy liked that and agreed. The obedient little boy never told even when next time after Jack gave him his first dry cum, Jack slipped his six inches in the hole and felt the single digit slut go to work. Jack stopped by more frequently near closing time. He boosted Alex's salary for the help Billy gave, and the manager really appreciated that. One night Alex had a question for Jack and wandered into the video arcade and couldn't find them, but he could hear them. Alex went to a hidden elevated catwalk that allowed anyone walking it to see inside the booths from the darkness above. What the man saw totally astonished him. His son was completely naked and standing on a stool. He could see his boy's ass thrust back and forth at what had to be...no...the glory hole! Was he getting his boy junk sucked? Alex crept over and looked in the neighboring booth. Sure enough he saw his handsome bearded friend kneeling on the floor and sucking a small pinkie sized dick. Damn, he thought. Jack's blowing my kid." A part of him was stunned and outraged, but then he noticed he was rock hard in his pants. That totally threw him. Sure he like men and women, but the thought of sucking a little prepubescent boy never occurred to him. But his dick was liking it. A lot. When he heard his not so innocent son moan in a high pitched mewl, Alex knew he had to touch his dick. He unzipped and pulled it out. After he started stroking his hard meat, he got another surprise. Jack stood up and then unzipped himself. He caught a glimpse of the hard cock before it slipped into glory hole. His best friend moaned in pleasure as ...god damn ... his best friend was getting his cock sucked by his little nine year old boy! Fuck me, he thought. Jack is a fucking pedophile. Alex could not stop stroking his penis as he watched the obscene sex act in front of him. In and out the handsome bearded man fucked his adult cock into the sucking wet mouth of a little boy. Then a board squeaked on the catwalk. Others might have missed it, but Jack knew what it was. Instantly he comprehended that his buddy since childhood was watching him molest his young son. He isn't yelling or shooting at me, Jack thought. Jack kept up the fuck motions when a jolt of electricity went through him. He was showing a dad how it looked to fuck his son's mouth. Fuck yeah! This is so fucking nasty hot! The pedo thought. Then he heard a slight muffled noise, and Jack smiled wickedly. He came! Jack thought wildly. Alex came while watching me fuck his nine year old son's mouth. That sent the perv over the edge, and he rewarded young Billy with a mouth full of man seed. After he zipped up, Jack checked out the catwalk. Alex had left. He turned on his phone flashlight and sure enough found a puddle of sperm right next to the video booth he had been in. Jack returned to the video booths and to find young Billy pulling up his pants. "No. Wait Billy. Take your pants down. In fact, just take off all of your clothes. That's right. Every stitch. That's a good boy." Jack took the naked little boy by the hand and led him through the door to the hidden catwalk. Using his phone flashlight, he found the puddle of sperm Billy's dad had just ejaculated after watching his little boy defiled. "Here's some fresh cum, Billy. Let's see how this tastes." Obedient as ever Billy hesitated above the cum wad. The less used flooring seemed clean. The naked boy bent down and began lapping up what he thought was another anonymous load of man cum. It was still warm. Jack hit the record button and captured the single digit slut lapping up his own father's fuck seed from the floor. Jack bent down and fingered some of Alex's sperm before feeding it to the man's child. The video shut off after the naked boy with a sperm smudged face looked into the camera while showing off a two and half inch rock hard dicklet. Jack smiled and sent the video to Alex with the message: "He loves his daddy's cum, and he wants it from the source." The lewd text was the beginning of a great new phase of Jack and Alex's friendship. Jack mentored his buddy on the art of pedophilia, and they shared Billy with abandon. Although Jack took the boy's oral virginity, it was Alex, his father, who was lucky enough to be the first cock in the boy's small ass. Both men liberally used and perverted the cute little boy. Alas their friendship ended when Jack discovered Alex was pimping his boy out to customers at the bookstore. It took quick action from Jack to avoid having the police involved. Angrily Alex left with Billy and moved away. So it was with surprise and pleasure that one day when Jack was masturbating to some new kiddy porn, he happened upon a vid with a muscle bound bearded man with a shaved head and huge cock fucking the shit out of an eleven year old Billy. Because of the boy's great beauty, his videos were some of the most treasured by boy lovers. It turned out he was in a series of kiddy flicks and several of them were of him fucking little boys as young as five when he was fifteen or so. So it was with great curiosity and lust that Jack was waiting for him outside of the arcade video booth when the teenager exited. "Hey Billy," Jack drawled. The nineteen year old blinked a second and then smiled. "Daddy Jack! It is so good to see you!" Billy threw his arms around Jack and hugged him tight. They went back to Jacks office where he poured some drinks and got reacquainted with the handsome youth. Jack lit a cigar and listened to Billy's tale. The lad's story was a sad one or a hot one depending on your view point. Alex got Billy into the kiddy porn business and made a packet of money. Billy loved the sex and the acting in the movies. When he was fifteen they pitched a movie to him where he got to fuck two five year olds. Billy agreed and found the experience transformative. From the instant the teen sank his bigger than average six inches into the kindergartener, Billy was a confirmed pedophile. His passion showed, and those movies became best sellers in the pervert world. When Billy turned 16, his father's movie studios were busted by the feds. Separately Alex and Billy escaped. His father fled to South America , and his son was forced to rely on the graces of his dad's hidden partner, Maxx Garrett. The man was determined to own the boy as a sex slave, and it did not take long to break the obedient youth. For three years he served his perverted Master who was a devoted sadist and pedophile. His kiddy fuck career continued under the watchful direction of his Master. But fate turned again and Garrett was shot in Mexico City, and the well trained and perverted young man had nowhere else to turn. "So," Jack said after a long draw on his cigar. "You sucked how many dicks tonight? Twenty? How many loads?" The handsome teen straightened his back. "I sucked 19, Sir. And I took ten loads. Also two loads of piss." "Good boy. I like my boys to be huge sluts." "What were your limits with Master Garrett?" "None, Sir. I had no limits, morals, standards or taboos. I was owned, Sir." "And are you looking to be owned again?" Jack queried. "Oh, God yes, Sir! Please, Sir. I would be a very good slave for you, Sir. Anything you want me to do I will." "Then start with taking off your clothes, slave." The teen got on his knees, head bowed. "Remember back when I put a cigar up your ass for some of my friends at that special party?" "Yes, Sir. I really liked that party. I got to suck all of their dicks and lick their asses too. And I liked it when they used me as their spittoon." "Fuck yeah, Billy. Those were good times. You were ten. Such a sweet age." "Yes, Sir. Ten is very hot. I love the hairless ones so much!" "I have an eleven year old I am playing with who will be doing a party next week. I want you there as one of the cigar smokers. I want you to essentially be my ringer. The deal with him is he is working for tips in a jock lighting their cigars and getting drinks. But if he chooses someone to have sex with, he gets a brand new I Phone. Most of the guys there will be older. But I think he will pick you because you are so handsome and young." Billy blushed at his new Master's words. "Thank you, Master." "You will get ninety minutes alone with him. I want you not only fuck to him but get him hot to get fucked by every pedo at the cigar event! Lead the boy to be the nastiest little fucker he can be. That event will mark the time when he became a whore. He will whore himself out for a phone. And, damnit, I want him to be a cigar spittoon." The handsome teen showed a brilliant white smile. "Yes, Sir. I know how to turn the little boys on. Thank you for owning me, Master." Jack smiled wickedly. So much fun with slaves, and sluts, and little whores. "You are welcome. Let's go find a collar and a leash, and then we can have you lick some cum loads for old time's sake."