Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2024 21:11:37 +0000
From: bbb_fantasies@proton.me
Subject: Breaking Brad - Chapter 2: Bradley Goes Shopping

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"Bradley, wake up!," Joshua whispered as he shook the sleeping thirteen
year-old next to him.

Bradley couldn't think. He was too tired from fantasizing about his
older brother Forrest. Bradley's grades had dropped from straight-A's
to only C's and D's.

"That's because you only need cocks and dicks now," Forrest teased
when Bradley told him how his semester was going. Forrest was happy his
plan to turn his little brother into a bimbo slut who could only
comprehend cock and cum was working well.

"Don't worry," the older teen pulled the boy onto his lap and gave the
sad slender teen a squeeze. Forrest knew his strength and commanding
presence would calm his younger brother and, sure enough, the boy's
skinny frame relaxed and Bradley snuggled in closer to his seventeen
year-old master.
"I help you get your grades back up. But you have to do whatever I tell
you, okay?" Forrest squeezed the boy harder, until the kid squeaked a
bit and Forrest knew he was in enough pain to pay attention.
Forrest had been reading up on how to raise a budding cockslut like
Bradley and he had gotten a lot of advice.

"Cage him and fry his little mind with porn and sex," one forty-five
year-old master from Ohio had told him. "It'll break him for life but
he will do whatever you tell. Whatever," the older man had assured the
seventeen year-old. "You never know what the market will want from the
boy," he joked in a way that made Forrest interested--he'd been
thinking to himself for a while how to monetize his little brother--but
also nervous.

"You don't want to risk pushing him too far, though," another guy from
Ohio whose age Forrest didn't know. "If you let him find his submissive
side on his own, he'll reward with much more productive and loyal
service."

"What we're saying is," a sixty-something silver fox from Florida
finally chimed in. "You have to put both love and fear into your slave.
That is true devotion. But one of these will always dominate the other
for any slave in any relationship. If you won't control your slave's
emotions, he'll bounce chaotically between the two and become useless to
you."

Most of the men had told him that the best slaves loved their masters and
their masters should treat their property well in return. But some of the
more interesting (and rich) tops swore that the best way was to break
them. To snap their minds like twigs and squeeze whatever worth he could
from the boy before his body was used up.

"They always get used up and even if they didn't they would get old."
one thirty-six year old New York lawyer had advised him. "The thing to
remember is there's always another one. Always. These whores are
everywhere and I swear each year the crop gets bigger and sluttier and
hotter."

"Y-yes sir, whatever you want, I promise!" Bradley eagerly tried to
assure his master after Forrest had explained to the naked boy in his lap
how he was going to get his grades back up. Bradley looked up at his
older brother, who seemed like a greek god, so tall and bronze and lean,
and the thirteen year-old yearned to be the god's chosen boy whore like
he had read about in his history books.

Forrest was meant to be a conquering hero like Alexander the Great. He
should be worshipped, he's so perfect. And I would be his favorite slave
who he would take everywhere, Bradley thought to himself happily, as a
warm light began to glow inside his stomach.

Bradley imagined his brother fucking him on a balcony looking over the
Great Pyramids of Giza or the Hanging Gardens of Babylon after having
defeated a great army and slaying many warriors in battle.

"Bradley!" Joshua shouted for the third time.

Bradley shook awake from his fantasy to see everyone in his Spanish class
staring at him and laughing.

"Dude, go the bathroom and clean yourself up," Joshua said to his
passed out and moaning friend.

Bradley looked around confused and saw a pool of drool on his desk from
where he been sleeping and dreaming of Forrest's plan to improve his
grades. He hadn't been able to think of anything else since his older
brother had told him.

Bradley's heart sank as he worried that he had cum inside his shorts
while dreaming and that's why everyone was laughing. But he was relieved
to look down and see everything was fine. Ever since Forrest had caged
him, Bradley was leaking cum like a faucet and it was getting annoying
trying to explain away the stains on the five-inch khaki shorts his dumb
school made the boys wear.

Once Bradley got to the bathroom he looked into the mirror and saw he had
smeared drool all over his face while sleeping and was grateful that
Joshua had woken him up before something worse happened.

Bradley had known Joshua his whole life. They were both in eighth grade
and had gone to school together since kindergarten. They had played on
the same soccer teams and went to each others birthday parties and
sleepovers.

Bradley was envious of Joshua. They were a lot alike but Joshua just
seemed ... better. He's stronger and faster. He's already has muscles
forming on his chest and legs. He's funnier too. He has a TikTok account
where he makes fun of teachers and shows off how much money he makes
selling clothes online. Joshua was probably going to be them out popular
kid when they all got to high school.

Bradley looked at himself in the mirror and he wished he was more like
Joshua. Why did he have to be so weak? Not just physically, Bradley
couldn't control anything about himself. He was always horny, constantly
leaking cum from his caged cock, and the middle schooler worried it was
ruining his life.

He tried to reassure himself that when he turned fourteen like Joshua he
would also be more mature. But right now his insides were glowing and an
itch was beginning to form inside his guts that he knew could only be
satisfied by cock and Bradley got frustrated again as he blushed with
shame and secret excitement as he remembered that he had next period free
and the locker room should be empty, so maybe he could go down there
instead of eating lunch and sneak into someone's locker and steal their
smelly underwear and socks and sniff them while he fingered himself.

Bradley was planning the next hour he was going to have free and on the
soft glow building inside his tummy in anticipation. He was on faggot
autopilot when he realized he had entered Spanish class already and was
sitting next to his friend Joshua whose body radiated so warmly that
Bradley inched closer to his that he could smell his friend's body wash
and boy musk.

Bradley spent the rest of class trying uselessly to control himself. But
being in heat this close to Joshua sent goosebumps across the thirteen
year-old's supple skin and shivers that went down his spine, through the
crack separating the two domes of his soft bubble butt, and tickled his
sensitive pink fleshy pussy hole.

Bradley strained through his peripheral vision to spy on Joshua's cute
face. The fourteen year-old had full pink lips that he had a habit of
licking confidently before speaking that Bradley's mind turned into
churning mush and he could barely pay attention to what his friend was
saying. Joshua's big toothy grin made Bradley want to show him how well
he could suck cock and Bradley looked into his friend's amber eyes and
imagined Joshua's puffy brown hair would bounce at the sides of his face
so cutely if his friend ever fucked him.

When lunch came, Bradley was a hot mess. He ignored Joshua when his
friend asked him what he was doing for lunch and quickly shuffled off to
the boys' locker room because he knew this period's gym class wouldn't
be there and it would smell like boy sweat and confidence and dominance.
Bradley's heart skipped a beat as he began looking forward to this
excursion more and more. He wondered why he had never tried this before.

Bradley practically skipped down the hallway, past the cafeteria, and
down the stairs the gym and locker rooms. He pushed the boys' door open
harder than he'd meant to, harder than he knew he was able to, slamming
it on the wall behind it. Bradley's heart stopped. He knew what he was
doing was wrong and would get him in a lot of trouble if anyone found
out. He thought about turning back as the thirteen year-old almost lost
his nerve.

Almost.

He stood in the doorway, his heart beating and shaking and burning in his
chest like pistons in a car's engine, pumping adrenaline and blood
through his young slender body, the soft hair on pale skin standing
straight up. Bradley's small cock strained in its cage forcing the blood
rushing to engorge it towards they's glowing insides, filling the scared
horny teen with a reckless confidence.

Bradley stepped into the cold damp locker room and inhaled deeply the
decades of boy sweat that had seeped into the cinderblock walls and metal
lockers.

It took five long horny minutes before Bradley found an open one. He
almost ripped the door off its hinges as he tore through books and
binders and clothes looking for his dirty treasure. Bradley didn't know
whose red and green plaid boxers these were but they smelled like spicy
boy ball sweat and dried piss and cologne.

Bradley fumbled at his button and zipper before pulling his tan school
shorts down to his sneakers. The blonde boy bent over the bench, his legs
straddling the cold wood and his plastic cage poking into his stomach.
Bradley piled the dirty boxers on the bench and smushed his face into it
as he used one hand to pull one of his little pale butt cheeks to the
side and began to finger himself with the other.
Bradley pushed two fingers into himself not caring that it burned because
he was so horny he needed to fill himself. He wiggled both fingers past
their first knuckle, grinding his teeth and focusing on the spicy boy
musk swirling inside his nostrils and lungs to distract himself from the
pain of his stretching pussy hole.

Bradley's tummy glowed brighter and brighter as his fucked his three
fingers against the pleasure button hidden in his insides and wanted it
to be another boy's cock so badly. Whoever owned these boxers.
Anyone's. Pleasejustfuckmealready. Ineedtocumsobadlyohpleaseohplease.

Bradley's mind wasn't thinking coherently. Pressure was building so
powerfully inside Bradley's body that it blocked out all other thoughts
in Bradley's mind besides fuckmyholefuckmyslutholemakemecum and the
thirteen year-old's body writhed as he straddled the bench face-down and
fucked himself even more furiously with his three
fingers. fuckmyholebreedmebreedmebreedme.

Bradley's mind turned to mush as he pushed out like his older brother
taught him, like you have to pee Forrest said, and his tiny caged cock
jerked and leaked a long clear stream of cum.
Bradley moaned and it was all he could to do to keep fucking his fingers
against what Forrest called his g-spot, all sluts have them and yours is
right here Forrest told him poking it with his cock so Bradley would
squeal in pleasure.

Bradley's body was going weak and he let the mystery boy's boxers fall
from his face as he focused on milking every drop of boy juice out of his
dumb faggot pussy but then Bradley ran out of energy and he sighed as his
fingers finally slipped from his sloppy hole and that warm glow he loved
so much disappeared leaving him feeling empty and worthless and cold.

Bradley gasped pathetically for air while he collected his energy to
move. He couldn't believe how much of a stupid slut he was, lying here
on the cold wooden bench naked, cum leaking out his caged cock and fuck
juice dripping out his hole and off his fingers hanging weakly by his
side.

Bradley shivered from the shame and started putting on his clothes,
trying to cover his slim shaking body as much as he could with what was
now striking him as the scanty uniform his school forced him to wear.

Bradley took one last sniff of the mystery boy's boxers before he put
them back in the locker and closed it. He wanted to remember that
specific spicy scent.

Bradley hated being a faggot sometimes. Even though he had just
orgasmed--he was staring at his boy juice on the cold tile floor
wondering whether he should clean it up--he was still horny.

He wanted to die.

Forrest hadn't fucked him for over a month and he was cock starved.
Forrest hadn't even let him suck his dick or kiss his feet or touch him
or smell his clothes or anything and Bradley was going insane. The
thirteen year-old remembered why Forrest was starving him, though, and it
made him feel better. He's disciplining me because he loves and wants me
to be stronger, Bradley told himself.

Forrest was starving Bradley because he knew the boy was easily
frightened and the seventeen year-old needed his younger brother to be
ready and horny for the weekend Forrest had spent the last month
planning. Forrest had finally gotten enough guys to properly gang bang
Bradley into oblivion.

Some of the guys were easily convinced. D.J., the sixteen year-old
football star was the first guy Forrest approached and he agreed even
before Forrest told the stud which faggot they'd be running a train
on. "I always wanted to fuck a sissy faggot, I heard they're the
sluttiest fucking whores. They'll do anything for dick!" D.J. said when
Forrest showed him a video of Bradley spreading his legs like a whore and
begging like a bitch to get his pussy fucked open.

Alex, the tall handsome fifteen year-old who captained the chess club and
dated the hottest girl in school was also enthusiastic about dominating
Bradley once he saw how slutty and eager for cock the slender boy was.

But some of the other guys Forrest wanted in on this weren't into the
idea of fucking a sissy. Especially one they knew.

"What if our dicks touch?" Joshua joked when Forrest had told him.
Forrest wasn't just planning on gang banging Bradley, he wanted his
younger brother to burn every bridge to his normal life. He was going to
get Bradley's own friends to savage the thirteen year-old, to humiliate
the blonde boy so badly the kid would have no option but to depend on
Forrest for everything.

Forrest had made up his mind. He wanted Bradley's devotion, not his
fear. But he also needed his little brother to know he'd be nothing
without his older master.

"I have a plan for that," Forrest assured the younger jock. Joshua
looked up to Forrest, but much differently than Bradley. To Bradley,
Forrest was a god to be obeyed. He felt small and puny compared to his
older brother. But Joshua admired Forrest's athleticism and cockiness.
He wanted to learn from the older teen, but Joshua also suspected he was
better than Forrest. Still, Josh was only fourteen and knew it would be
years before he would catch up to Forrest. For now, he would learn from
the older alpha.

Forrest knew Joshua could be a useful protege of his, he wanted this gang
bang to be a chance for the budding eighth grader to prove he could hang
with real alphas.

"His dick will be caged the whole time so it won't get hard or touch
us. It will leak, but pussies do that too," Forrest joked. "He'll be
wearing panties  also, so you won't have to look at his balls. His ass
though, you'll wanna look at this," Forrest showed Joshua more pictures
of his younger brother's slender frame and his perky smooth butt that
looked as fuckable as any girl's was.

Joshua licked his lips and imagined bending blonde Bradley over the desk
they shared in Spanish class, the one the dumb slut kept drooling on, and
fucking his warm gooey insides while Bradley moaned and begged
forgiveness for being so slow in soccer and dumb in Spanish.

"Now imagine that ass in a pair of pink panties and one of those green
skirts that the girls wear," Forrest whispered in Joshua's ear, feeling
his own growing lust for sexually dominating a weaker boy. That pushed
the fourteen year-old over the line and he agreed. The hard part, Joshua
thought, would be acting normal around the slut all week. Now he knew
Bradley's secret, he could sense the thirteen year-old was in heat and
Joshua felt like wolf ready to breed his bitch.

"What should I buy?" Bradley wanted to know, looking up from the credit
card his brother had handed him and into Forrest's dark brooding eyes.
Bradley's insecurities crept into his bones chilling his nerves as he
wondered what brother wanted from him.

Dressing up like a girl hadn't been part of the plan and Bradley was
pretty sure he didn't want to do this. Bradley's innocent blue eyes
watered as he realized that every time he thought he given in completely
to his older brother, the domineering teen found something more
humiliating to do.

"I've already told you, get a girl's school uniform," Forrest said
annoyed. He didn't think his brother would protest so much at his order.
He thought the kid would enjoy dressing up like a girl and showing off in
front of older boys. But Bradley had puffed out his cheeks and pouted.

At first he was embarrassed to buy the clothes, so Forrest told him to
say that he was just buying clothes for his sister if anyone asked. Then
his younger brother said he didn't have money, so Forrest gave him some.
Finally, the little slut complained about not wanting to take the bus, so
Forrest ordered him and uber and was now currently pushing the reluctant
thirteen year-old out the door and into the waiting car.

"And don't forget to buy panties and a bra too!" Forrest yelled at
Bradley just as the pouting teen opened the door.

Bradley stared at the hunky older blonde who was at register #2, and to
whom the horny boy slut chose to bring the armful of panties, bras,
skirts, and tops that Forrest had ordered him to buy. His heart jumped in
his chest and he felt his cheeks blush as he made eye contact with the
cashier and the guy cooly beckoned him over.

There had been two cashiers available. There was a kindly older woman who
Bradley bet wouldn't have even noticed what he was buying. He could've
gone to her and paid for these things and gone straight home to show
Forrest how good of a job I did.

Or Bradley could go to the tan blonde boy with the dark eyes and the
tired face with the patchy black goatee that made him look so handsome
and intimidating that Bradley felt compelled to skip his slender boy
frame over to register #2 and when the hunky older boy look down at the
nervous boy with his cocky smile, Bradley's cock swelled against its
pink cage and his insides tightened and began to glow with a warm light.

"Did these fit you okay?" Blake jokingly asked the kid, dropping his
normal customer service voice for his chill bro tone that he used with
younger guys because he knew how cool it made them feel.

"Yeah!" Bradley beamed, feeling relieved to have chosen this register
and then confused as to why the cashier named Blake suddenly began
bawling in laughter.

"You tried these on?" Blake asked the kid incredulously. He hadn't
really wondered why this middle-schooler was buying girls' clothes but
now it seemed odd.

"Well ... n-no." Bradley stammered, hating himself for not getting the
older boy's joke.

"Then how will you know if they fit?" Blake asked again, this time in a
more serious tone, wondering if this boy buying panties and bras and
school girl uniforms was one of those sissy femboys he'd been hearing
about were becoming so popular now.

Blake had dropped out of college a couple of years with his best friend
Trey because they were bored with school and were looking to make it big
with crypto and stocks and sports betting. So far, they were sharing a
one bedroom apartment, smoking weed every day, and jerking off to a lot
of porn.

Trey had worked in the mall as a security guard but was fired when he got
caught railing a girl on camera. The twenty-one year-old had actually
gone viral with the video and so he decided to start jerking off on
camera for money. Trey liked to pretend he was railing hot sluts and
making bank, but Blake knew Trey was only cashing like five hundred a
month jerking off to old perverts online.

Blake didn't care though because he knew every rich person has to start
somewhere. And now his mind was racing as he stared down at the golden
blond blue eyed innocent boy who seemed to have forgotten whatever excuse
he had tried to memorize coming into the store because right now the
middle-schooler was choking on his words and trembling.

"Oh! Uh-uhm. I-I don't know," Bradley said confused at the hunky
cashier's question. Bradley was too intimidated by the cashier's
straight dusky blonde hair and the older boy's dark blue-gray eyes that
bored into Bradley, keeping him fixed and speechless.

"Let's go try them on then," Blake grinned at the boy, feeling like,
for the first time in two years, dropping out of college with Trey was
the right thing to do.

"Hey Irene," he called out to the older woman at register #1. "We're
going to make sure these things fit." And Blake snatched the clothes
into his hands and moved so quickly to grab the boy he was going to turn
out with his best friend that the middle-schooler was still facing the
now-empty register with a frightened look plastered on his pale face.

Bradley stared intently at his feet making sure not to trip like he had
when Blake had first yanked his shoulder towards the dressing rooms. The
young man hadn't said a word to Bradley since grabbing him, but had kept
a firm grip on the boy's shoulder, keeping Bradley close his swiftly
striding legs.

Bradley was in a cold nervous sweat wondering what was happening to him,
what was going to happen to him.

"Where are we going?" Bradley asked what felt like his kidnapper, since
he knew he was too weak to break free Blake's grasp, and that no one
would ever question a young Macy's employee helping a boy out with what
was probably the boy's first time shopping.

Bradley was scared and excited at how helpless and horny he felt. He had
a sense that what he was doing was dangerous, but as he gave into the
young man's pulling the boy close to his warm side, Bradley felt safe
and comfortable being under Blake's confident lead.

Bradley was relaxing when he noticed that Blake was leading him past the
boys' dressing rooms. He looked up at his captor and asked where they
were going, afraid that maybe he was actually being kidnapped.

"To the dressing rooms silly," Blake laughed, looking down at the cute
teen boy. He liked how the kid's blue eyes shone with the innocence of
clear lake waters. "You're a girl right?" He asked playfully holding
the panties and school uniform in front of the boy's shy face.

"N-no," Bradley said, realizing he didn't sound as confident as he
felt. "No. I'm a boy," Bradley stopped in his tracks, knowing that if
he didn't make a stand now, he might not ever get the chance again.

Blake laughed. "Okay, okay. But you don't want me running all around
the store picking out clothes for you, do you?" He said to the boy,
pulling him lightly but firmly towards the girls' rooms.

Bradley gave up and gave in. It was just a dressing room anyways he told
himself. The walk there was honestly the worst part. Bradley's knees
were getting weak with anticipation and he wished they had just turned to
the boys' rooms so he could find out what Blake wanted to do with him.

But when they go to the dressing rooms, the young man pushed Bradley into
an empty stall with the girl clothes Forrest ordered him to buy and told
him to get changed. Then he shut the door on Bradley, and the boy felt
alone and scared again.

Bradley slipped off his school uniform's green polo and tan shorts and
took a moment to admire his slim body before slipping off his briefs, and
feeling a jolt of panic when he saw a thin strand of clear boy juice
leaking from his caged dick.

Bradley was afraid of succumbing to his submissive cock lust in such a
public place. And this guy was a complete stranger to Bradley. He might
be ten years older than him!

But the warm light glowing in Bradley's stomach overwhelmed his fears
once he slipped the hot pink lacy panties over his slim bubble butt and
felt its thin fabric slide over his skin softly, comforting his boy butt
and shaping into the perkiest pink globe that made Bradley blush with
humiliation and pride.

Bradley liked how the panties felt against his skin and how he looked he
guessed, but the thirteen year-old budding boy whore loved imagining
Forrest's jaw dropping and his eyes going dark with lust when he saw his
little sex slave brother's butt in these panties.

I feel like such a whore, Bradley thought to himself, feeling like it
might the first time it was actually true. Hot pink panties were how
sluts in high school would signal to the boys that she was in heat
Forrest had told the boy. Bradley wanted to be one of those high school
sluts he knew, but he was afraid too. Forrest didn't seem to respect
those girls. No one he knew did. Not Joshua, or even Frankie, Bradley's
best friend.

But when Bradley had put on the rest of the school uniform, and had spun
around to watch the sides of the black and green plaid skirt lift up to
show off the pink panties hiding the pink plastic cage hiding his pale
pathetic penis, Bradley's tummy glowed brighter, lighting the boy's
body up and making him quiver as he suddenly felt very empty.

Bradley opened the dressing room door and poked his shy blonde head out,
"s-sir?" He called out.

Blake was texting Trey on his phone that he had talked to a bitch who was
down to suck Trey off for a video if he gave her a hundred bucks. Trey
had to come to the mall now because the girl was leaving soon, but maybe
she could wait for the money if he hurried.

When Trey texted back "omw" and then went black, Blake knew his best
friend was horny as fuck and that only gave him maybe twenty minutes to
get this get ready for his friend.

"Blake?" Bradley called out louder, hoping that the cashier wouldn't
get mad at him for using his name. Forrest hated that. He always would
snap at me that we're not friends. I have to call him sir or master or
he hurts me.

"What happened to `sir'?" the young man asked, surprising Bradley.

"I'm ready for you, sir" Bradley said fighting his lip, slipping into
his naturally submissive state. He felt comfortable there, safe. All
Bradley had to do was make the handsome cashier happy and then maybe he
would make Bradley glow so bright he came!

Bradley's heart fluttered at the prospect and so he flung the door open
eager to show his pseudo-kidnapper how obedient he had been and how good
he looked.

Blake smiled at the beaming blonde boy who seemed to have forgotten all
his fear and reluctance and was now spinning gleefully in front of him,
showing off how his pink panties peaked out just below his skirt.

"Okay, let's get some make-up on you," Blake told the smiling queer.
Blake knew the video Trey was going to make had to look as professional
as possible if it was going to launch their careers in amateur porn. He
grabbed Bradley's shoulder again and led the boy towards the make-up
counter where he the women would give femboys free make-overs.

Bradley loved his pink panties, but was only just getting used the school
girl uniform. He really didn't want to put on make-up too. The women at
the counter sensed his hesitation but kept telling how cute he'd look if
only he did this to his eyelashes and put that on his lips and puffed his
cheeks out like that so they could powder them with this.

Bradley looked over at Blake, the dominating young man who'd been in
control of him since he had stupidly made eye contact with
twenty-something year-old's dark, brooding eyes. Blake's eyes were
buried in his phone and it looked like he was maybe texting someone,
Bradley thought, or facetiming someone?

The young cashier was leaning on the glass counter holding the phone in
front of his face and talking into it like he was recording something.
Bradley didn't like that. He felt like it had something to do with him.
Then Blake looked over at Bradley, pursed his lips as if deep in thought,
and began walking over to the boy in girls clothes and getting make-up
applied to his nervous face.

"Look up at me," Blake told the bright eyed middle-school boy who was
looking a lot more like a high-school girl now that he was wearing
mascara and blush and lipstick and eyeshadow.

Bradley's blue eyes were transfixed on the young man who was holding his
phone's camera up and taking pictures of the obedient boy who, in the
photos, was going to look a lot like the type of girl strange men on the
internet would pays lots of money to see who'd blow a cock on camera for
a hundred dollars.

"Alright, we have a few more minutes. I want to get you some different
clothes," Blake told the boy once his make-over was finished. Blake
didn't mind the school girl thing, but girls didn't walk around the
mall looking like slutty schoolgirls so it wouldn't make sense for the
video. It would look too much like professional porn Blake thought.

He brought Bradley to where the nice silk dresses with the thin spaghetti
straps were and picked out a couple random sizes and then led the
speechless and obedient boy back to the changing rooms.
Bradley was enjoying how Blake taking him from place to place in the
store as confident as if they had known each other for years. The
stronger boy's power calmed the thirteen year-old's nerves even as it
turned him on.

Once they got back to the changing rooms, Bradley noticed the hot cashier
put up an out-of-order sign in front of the entrance after checking that
no one was inside. Then he grabbed the boy's wrist and led him to the
end of the dressing room hallway where there was a three-way mirror.

"Okay, stand right here and take off your skirt and top," Blake
instructed the slim boy as he positioned him in the middle of the mirrors
so his slender trembling body could be admired from every angle.
Bradley's mouth was dry from nerves as he unbuttoned his blouse first,
revealing his pale pink nipples and their tender stiffness as he slipped
the white top off his shoulders.

Then Bradley hooked his long fingers underneath his black and green plaid
skirt and pulled it down, exposing those hot pink panties he was so proud
of to the world for the first time and hot stings of adrenaline rushed
across his body as the thirteen year-old looked over at the older boy who
was watching him approvingly.

"Put this on," Blake handed the young teen a blue dress that draped
over the boy's body so elegantly.

The impossibly soft fabric rubbed Bradley's nipples as the boy swayed
back in forth for his admiring soon-to-be lover sending jolts of
electricity across the boy and adding to the bright glow that was surging
in the boy's bowels.

Bradley wanted to be fucked so badly that he didn't care if he had to
dress like a girl. He wished other boys wanted to fuck him as a boy, but
wearing these clothes did make him feel sexy. He understood why Forrest
and Blake wanted him to wear it.

So he swayed back and forth for Blake, letting the thin dress drift over
his slender frame. The dress was short, barely covering Bradley bottom.
When he turned quickly, his whole bubble butt would flash out pink and
perky.

Trey was speeding his black charger while his bro Blake was steadily
dropping pics of one of the hottest sluts Trey had seen in his life. He
couldn't believe this chick was so down to suck his dick. He didn't
believe it. Blake must be fucking with me the twenty-one year thought.

Trey had been trying for like a year to get girls to film with him and
they always thought it was creepy. But the girl in the photos was hot and
looked clean. She looked more innocent than slutty but, then again, Trey
was convinced they where all sluts deep down inside.

So Trey drove recklessly to get to the mall before the chick left and,
when he saw the girl waiting for him, his heart almost stopped because he
couldn't believe his luck.

"Bbbrrrrroooooo!" Trey slapped his best friend and roommate's hand as
he stared at the girl who was sitting on the chair with her hands folded
neatly on her lap, staring at the two boys nervously but with a bright
sparkle in her blue eyes.

"She's so fucking hot," Trey said, examining Bradley like he was an
expensive object at an art gallery. The way Blake's tall, lanky friend
looked at Bradley, the way the guy with the long black hair that was held
slicked back with a red bandana talked about Bradley as if he wasn't
even there, the way the gaunt-faced twenty-one year-old with the black
goatee called Bradley "she", made the thirteen year-old insane with
lust and shame and excitement and anxiety.

Bradley watched Trey move next to him and rub his hand across his slender
shoulders and angle his bulging crotch right at the boy's face and he
saw the flash on Blake's phone turn on as the boy began recording the
scene.

"What's up babe," Trey said, looking down into the girl's blue eyes
and smiling as he saw her nervous grin expose braces that made her look
so young and innocent.

Bradley thought this boy looked and sounded like a dumb jock trying to
imitate a porn actor and the seediness of it all made his dick swell in
its cage and so the thirteen year-old bit his lip and said nothing,
waiting for the older boy who was rubbing his shoulders to make the next
move.

"I heard you were trying to suck some dick," Trey said as his hand
moved from rubbing Bradley's shoulders to his head, gripping the boy's
blonde hair just like Forrest did.

"Yes sir," Bradley said eagerly, looking up at the strange boy who's
dick he was apparently about to suck. Bradley squirmed in his chair to
get a better angle at the long, thin face staring down at him, a tangle
of black hair spilled from the boy's bandana and tickled Bradley's
face, making the boy smile and giggle.

"Oooh, you're an eager slut aren't you?" Trey replied, his voice
gaining confidence as he saw that his best friend wasn't lying about how
down this bitch was.
Bradley nodded silently.

"Tell him how much you want his dick," Blake called out from behind the
camera.

"I want your dick sir," Bradley giggled gleefully.

"Louder," Blake said, worried the camera couldn't hear the thirteen
year-old's soft voice.

"I want your dick sir," Bradley yelped up at the second boy he was
going to blow in his life.

"Louder!" Blake said, smiling, wondering how loud this horny young boy
would get.

"I want your dick sir!" Bradley shouted, blinking his blue eyes at the
older boy who was tightening his grip around Blake's hair and reaching
into his pants, grabbing at his bulging manhood that was just inches away
from Bradley's pursed wet lips.

"Look into the camera and say how much you want to suck his dick,"
Blake commanded.

"I want his dick so badly," Bradley cooed, grinding his bottom into the
upholstery of the chair, craving any kind of pressure on his tender pussy
hole. Bradley was used to his cock throbbing uselessly and learned to
expect that the only was he was ever going to cum from now on was by
being fucked his pussy.

Bradley kept his legs crossed, appreciating the pressure it put on his
crotch and stomach and then Blake told him if you twisted your body just
like this, Bradley's smooth body chilled at the young director's touch,
then the camera we can see your legs and your hot ass.

Trey grabbed the blonde boys head and smashed it into his crotch and
Bradley nuzzled his face into the warm pulsing bulge and inhaled, filling
his lungs with the strong stink of Trey's obviously unwashed cock.

Bradley winced at the smell, afraid of its full strength once he
unbuttoned Trey's baggy black and grey jeans. Bradley reached forward
and slipped his hands under Trey's waistband, feeling the heat emanate
from the older boy's crotch and warm his cold nervous fingers.

Bradley looked into the lanky boy's greedy, mean brown eyes and he felt
a pang of regret stab through his warming insides. The second boy who
Bradley was going to know was uglier than his first.
Bradley was suddenly conscious of Blake and his camera capturing every
one of Bradley's eager movements and expressions. The stink from Trey's
wiry black pubes wafted over the thirteen year-old again and he winced.

Blake and Trey laughed.

"That's how a man smells," Trey said and Blake laughed.

Bradley felt small and dirty and cold as the boys made fun of him and he
began regretting the situation he had put himself in. All I had to do was
tell Blake no, Bradley thought to himself when the hunky twenty year-old
lifted his dress and aimed the camera at his panty-covered ass.

Bradley didn't feel like an art piece at a museum being examined, he
felt like a used car being test driven before purchase. He tried to push
Trey's stinky crotch away from him but the lanky teen with the greasy
black hair only pulled on Bradley's hair more, pulling the boy's
reluctant face closer to his musky crotch.

"You were just begging for it a minute ago darling," Trey teased as he
jerked on the slut's blonde curly, forcing the girl to look him in the
eyes. Trey hated cockteases. This one he caught on camera, though, so he
wasn't gonna let her all of a sudden start saying no.

"Whoa, whoa, let's slow down a minute," Blake said, pausing his
recording because he saw that the pretty boy he had been turning into a
slutty girl was scared and Trey was beginning to go berserk with pent up
sexual resentment.

Blake told Trey to sit down and the petite boy, in the thin blue dress
that had slipped off one of the child's shoulders, revealing a pink
nipple, hard with excitement, to kneel in between the boys outstretch
legs.

Bradley was relieved to have a moment to breathe while Blake positioned
the boy in front of Trey, the twenty-one year old laying back in the
chair attempt to look relaxed betrayed by the wild sparks flashing in the
college drop-out's eyes as his fantasies of filming how sluts blowing
him materialized in front of him.

Bradley was was scared to suck a strange boy's cock and didn't like how
they were treating him like he wasn't really there, but his heart
fluttered knowing his body was exciting these two older boys into doing
such a risky thing like filming themselves fucking a middle-schooler.
Bradley felt strangely lucky to be a faggot in that moment.

He watched Trey lick his lips and rub his bulge in anticipation and Blake
fix his eyes unblinking to his phone screen, careful to record every one
of Bradley's movements and moans.
"Let's go," Blake said once he was satisfied with Bradley's position
and pressed play on his phone. "Start sucking."

Bradley turned his head from staring into the camera's dark
expressionless lenses and imagined how many times the two boys would jerk
off to his hot thirteen year-old body. Any shame Bradley felt was washed
away by the boy's swelling joy in how he was making these older boys
behave.

Bradley hooked his fingers under Trey's waistband, his slender fingers
feeling the heat emanating from the older boy's tool. He fished a hand
into the smelly crotch and wrapped his small fingers around a thick warm
snake and began pulling, Bradley's bright blue eyes growing bigger as
inch after inch of tan flesh came out until, finally, a red mushroom tip
popped out, landing with an audible thud on the older boy's stomach.

"That's eight inches babe," Trey smiled as he watched the skinny
girl's mouth fall open. "You ever had anything that big?"

"No," Bradley lied. Forrest's cock was a bit longer than eight-inches
but also thicker than this boy's cock, Bradley thought as he stroked the
growing member and tried to compare the two dicks in his mind.

"Well it's not gonna get any smaller," Trey said, leaning back and
grabbing his cock's base and angling the throbbing tool at the girl's
thin moist lips.

Bradley swallowed his hesitation and put out his tongue to lick Trey's
cockhead, taking it into his warm mouth and working his head around to
build up saliva in his mouth. Bradley compared the different tastes of
these two man cocks, finding Trey's tang more gross than erotic.

When he felt Trey's hand on the back of his head and such down, Bradley
relaxed his throat and tried to suck the tool into the soft cavern but
gagged when he inhaled more of Trey's sharp spicy musk. Stop, it smells
like cheese! Bradley thought when Trey strengthened his grip and held the
boy's choking and sputtering mouth onto his hardening fuck pole.

Trey was a bit disappointed in this slut's performance, but happy all
that Blake found her all the same. He and Blake could train her to deep
throat more properly. We could make it into a series, Trey thought to
himself as he watched the young girl lick clean the cock slime she had
gagged up onto his dick and balls. This is how you train a cam-slut, the
college drop-out laughed to himself.

Bradley was trying to hold his breath as he lapped at the part of Trey's
crotch where his cock and balls met because the stench of the unwashed
dick was making his stomach turn.

But the more he gagged, and the two boys laughed, and he felt the
camera's dark eyes and bright flash wash over his girly boy body, the
more Bradley's love button glowed inside of his tummy and the thirteen
year-old ached to be fucked.

"Oh fuck man she's really into it," Blake said amazed at the boy's
eagerness. He walked over to the sucking boy and lifted up his blue dress
to show off the kid's perky ass and slim pale waist.

Bradley was electrified by Blake's touch and from feeling like a sex
object as the stranger he had met like thirty minutes ago filmed his ass
wiggling in pink panties as he sucked off the stranger's friend in a
dressing room at the mall.

What Bradley was really enjoying was the more he sucked, the cleaner
Trey's cock became. Now it was slick with the older boy's precum and
Bradley's spit and tasted more savory than tangy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck, just like that," Trey leaned back and stretched his legs
out and moaned in a deep, raspy bellow. The lanky stud reached his hand
out and pushed down hard on the blonde girl's head, holding her down
because Trey's wanted to keep his flaring cockhead in the small part of
her throat for just a bit longer.

Bradley gagged in shock when he tried to lift his head up to breath but
instead felt his head pushed down violently, sending the warm cock deep
into the thirteen year-old's throat. They boy lifted his hips so his
throat was at a better angle for the now-thrusting pole to fuck.

Just breathe. Relax. Bradley thought to himself, remembering Forrest's
training and calming himself as Trey now had one hand gripping the boy's
throat and the other at the back of Bradley's head.
Bradley was getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Every time Trey
pulled his dick from the his mouth, Bradley would try to breathe but
would only suck in cock slime before the older boy shoved himself back
in.

Bradley felt like a human fleshlight and so let his body go limp as Trey
controlled his head.

"Bro, you gotta get a rhythm," Blake laughed, as he noticed the blonde
boy's pale face going red and his blue eyes go wide and white in fright.
When the Bradley's face went purple and his eyes began to glaze over and
roll into his head, Blake told his friend to stop to let the slut
breathe.

"Fuck man, I'm about to cum," Trey said breathing deep, his long
streaky black hair loose and hanging wildly at the sides of his thin,
dark face. Trey sat up and commanded the girl kneeling between his legs
to lick his ball again as he stroked his engorged mushroom tip with the
palm of his hand and prepared himself to climax.

Bradley's heart skipped as he realized this boy Trey was about to cum,
and all because of me! The excited teen told himself.

Now that he could breathe again, and his mind had returned from its
mindless slut-fog, Bradley could feel his knees were sore and his lower
back ached from arching for Blake's camera. The thirteen year-old felt
warm with guilt and pleasure and tried to focus on the two heavy balls he
was sucking.

Bradley saw Blake hover above him, the camera's black eye and bright
light focused on the his face as Trey's heavy balls smothered the boy's
innocent face.
"So fucking hot," Trey and Blake both said in unison as they watched
the recording.

Bradley's heart swelled with pride and it tried to pump warm blood into
the teen's small cock, making the thirteen year-old's smooth balls ache
in agony and his insides turn with cock lust. He opened his mouth sucking
both of the warm mushy golf balls into his wet mouth and washed them with
his tongue, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin and the wiry black
hairs.

"Oh fuck! Oh, fuuuck," Trey was breathing hard and his hand was rapidly
stroking his engorged cock as his legs straightened and Bradley felt the
muscles on either side of his kneeling frame tighten as Trey stood up
over the boy and pulled the suckling slut off his balls.

"I'm gonna cum babe," Trey smiled as he looked deep into the girl's
excited and scared blue eyes. His skin tingled and burned as the
twenty-one year-old clenched his ass and shot a wad of thick cream onto
the girl's pale face, smiling as she winced.

"Shoot into her mouth," Blake said trying to make sure they didn't
mess up the cum shot. This is the most important part! "Pull her hair
and shoot in her mouth," he repeated quickly.

Bradley liked how Bradley directed Trey like the thirteen year-old
wasn't there. The thirteen year-old didn't need to be told to open his
mouth. Bradley stuck out his small pink tongue and immediately tasted a
glob of thick jism and then another and another and soon his little
tongue was swimming in hot cum.

Bradley could smell the strong alpha seed as it filled his mouth. He
heard himself coo gratefully at the dirty older boy who was aiming the
last thick ropes of cream at Bradley's forehead, just under his golden
hair, tangled with sweat and abuse.

"Don't swallow yet!" Blake shouted at Bradley before the boy
inadvertently ruined what the amateur director hoped was going to be the
best scene. "Hold Trey's cock like this, yeah like that, and face the
camera. Beautiful," Blake said smiling as he zoomed on the cute thirteen
year-old with a pool of cream-colored man juice oozing in his red mouth
while ropes slid down his smiling cheeks.

Bradley's mind was slipping back into a mindless horny abyss as the
smell of strong alpha seed invaded him and he felt the warm shots streak
down his face and neck and shoulders. The thirteen year-old gripped the
softening member that he had just emptied and held it proudly in front of
smiling cum-filled mouth.

Bradley was proud of himself. He had almost quit because of how bad it
smelled, and how Trey was kind of ugly with his stupid bandana and long,
greasy black hair, but now the slimy spent tool in his pale hands smelled
like lust and the wild, smelly stud's dirtiness only made Bradley more
mad with desire and humiliation.

Bradley beamed up at the panting Trey, hoping the older boy would show
how proud he was of Bradley's cock sucking. But Trey just button up his
jeans, turned around and left the thirteen year-old with a mouthful of
cum and a heart burning with shame.

Bradley watched the boy he had just drained leave the dressing room
without so much as saying thank you, or even pat on the head. He
swallowed the load in his mouth before too much spilled out the sides.
Bradley tried to get it all down in one gulp because he didn't like the
taste of cum that much but Trey's load was too thick and potent for
Bradley to swallow all at once.

The thirteen year-old gagged and a mouthful of slimy sperm stained the
dress Bradley was wearing.

Blake laughed at the cum-covered boy in front of him and pressed stop on
the recording and told the boy to clean himself up as he went back to
work.

Bradley felt abandoned by the two boys who just minutes before seemed to
only have eyes for him. Bradley relished the feeling of capturing the
boys' attention and wished they had stayed in the dressing room to help
him get changed at least.

As the thirteen year-old climbed down from the peak of his horniness,
Bradley wondered why, so far, boys seemed to o only want to use him like
this. Bradley was hoping that being a girl would've made Trey treat him
better, but the lanky stud was gone.

And so was Blake. The hunky blonde cashier who'd bought Bradley the cute
clothes and convinced the girls to give him a make-over. The handsome
older boy with cold blue eyes and the knowing smile and the strong, soft
touch that made Bradley do the embracing and dangerous things the
thirteen year-old was realizing he had just done.

They filmed me! He thought as his heart beat frantically in his little
chest. And they were so much older than me ...

When he home, Bradley ran upstairs to hiss bedroom, slamming the door in
tears. The whole bus ride home, Bradley could smell the cum on his body.
He tried washing a million times but he could still smell it. And he
could still taste its strong bitter flavor. Worst of all, he could sense
the pools of it in his belly.

The thirteen year-old clutched his stomach, thinking it would help stuff
away his guilt and shame at having given a blow job on camera to a
complete stranger just because a hot guy had bought him a dress.

Waves of emotions crashed inside the young boy and he welled up and burst
into tears and sobbed into his pillow for what felt like hours and then
the thirteen year-old fell asleep.