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“Let me know when you get a new one” –
or, The Kid in the Roller Bag
by Zachery Wilde
“Let me know when you get a new one.”
These had been my parting words to ‘Richard,’ a dude who’d just provided me with the hottest night of my life!
Twelve hours earlier, there’d been a knock at the door. As I’d just finished up with my shower, I grabbed the cheap robe provided by this cheap hotel. I was already getting hard just walking over to the peephole.
After a quick check, I let him in. The man rolled a suitcase behind him, and when he got in – and I’d locked the door – I asked, “Where’s the kid?”
“In here.” Richard laid the case down and unzipped it. A blond little boy was curled up in there wearing pajamas. “I gave him half a tab of H, so he’ll be good and ready to please.”
“Shiiiit . . . ” I was amazed, and felt my balls rumbling. “I’ve been saving up spunk for him.”
“Fuck, yeah! This little cunt’s been trained to take internal loads for hours on end.”
“Yeah?”
“Been getting em since a baby, bro, so now he’s a total cock-slut, don’t kid yourself – and don’t go easy on him.”
Richard lifted the groggy-but-docile kid out of the bag and put him so his bare feet dangled off the edge of the bed. “But,” the man said, “cash first.”
I walked to the desk, pushing down my rock-hard dick, and grabbed the loot for him.
He counted while I went over and undid the sexy boy’s little top. His skin was so smooth to the touch and I couldn’t wait for his hands to start working. Those, and his lips.
“Go for it, we’re good,” Richard said, stashin the cash and plopping down in the room’s armchair.
I put my right hand on back of the kid’s head and slowly drew his face to my bod. With my left, I undid my robe so my fat, glistening cockhead was pointing at his mouth like a die.
He opened up and I sank in. All the way in, lubing his tonsils as my cock flared and coated the back of his throat with precum.
He must have liked that – the slut – cuz he moaned and tried to use his little hands to push on my thighs. Honestly, that just made me hotter, so I pulled out and plunged all the way in again. And that fucking bitch took it without gagging.
“Damn,” I told the boy’s handler, “you were right. Slut’s a pro.” When I looked over, the guy was massaging himself through his jeans. That was hot too.
After I face-fucked the brat for a good long time, Richard came up and took the robe from my shoulders.
His dick was out. A gloriously ugly, veiny boy-punisher of eight-plus inches. I stepped aside.
He took the boy, lifted him and stood him on the bed. “Go ahead, take off his pants.”
I yanked his PJs down and saw he was wearing cartoon briefs. His little stiffy bounced inside them.
The man took the kid up in his arms, with the boy latching onto Richard’s neck, and laid him flat on the bed, ass up against the edge, boy-feet in the air. “Go on, bro, check out his greedy pussy.”
He climbed on the mattress by the kid’s head and held the ankles for me, at the same time lifting the cunt’s rear end up.
I hitched a finger in the waistband along the child’s ass crack and uncovered his butt. It was so creamy hot.
The little slag’s hole was pink and perfect and trembled under my inspection.
I let some drool fall on his tiny dick and balls and worked it down with my index finger to his money maker. Pressing lightly, it relaxed and let me in.
Fuck, it was tight, but silky smooth. I used my dick’s slickness – my finger still in him – to add more lube. Soon I was diddling him with two digits buried to the hilt, and twisting them in a boy moaning like a bitch in heat.
“Fuck him,” Richard said seductively, his dick getting sucked by the lil punk now. “I’ll hold his legs for you.”
I spit a good wad on my dick and stepped up. I’ve had boys before, but this was by far the youngest. “Is this whore really eight?”
Richard chuckled. “Guy I bought him from said so, but seems a few years younger, huh?
“He fucking does. How fucking hot to think I’ll be in a five- or six-year-old.”
“Then dude, the little guy’s whatever age you want him to be.”
“Shit, that’s hot.”
By now I’d pressed my fat, flaring head against the boy’s sphincter and began to sink in. Holy hell! Paradise – I’d never felt anything grip my rigid cock like that. Tight doesn’t even cover it; it was yielding but convulsed with spasms that grabbed ahold, then released me, in wave after wave. But I kept shoving, loving the sight of the kid’s Batman panties twisted and bunched around the back of his knees now.
As I got my full girth in, and was feeling his ass with my balls, the kid started resisting. Richard responded to the gripes and butt-wriggles by locking the kid’s two ankles in one hand and slapping the cunt’s face with the other.
Fuck . . . that was hot! When the man did it, the brat’s slut-hole bore down on me with full force. I’d just started fucking the kid and already I felt like blowing.
I pulled my dick out, just to the point where only my cockhead remained in him, then slowly fucked my way back in till I was balls deep.
Now I had a rhythm and could really go at it. Each time the cum dump showed the slightest protest, Richard slapped him, hard, sending me into ecstasy. Looking up at the ceiling, I said, “Just keep hitting him and I’ll cum.”
He did. Richard didn’t stop.
As the kid was bawling, his sphincter latched tighter and tighter onto me – over and over – and I seeded his ass – it was all too exciting. I’d gone balls deep and had to fall forward on the bed, with my fists by the kid’s ears. I thought I’d never stop pulsating my baby batter in him. Fuck. I’d never spewed sperm with that force in any woman or girl. No comparison.
But I wasn’t done. I’ve always been blessed with erections that stay hard after I cum. In fact, they sometimes get harder, like I was now in this sweet bitch’s spunk receptacle. So I slipped partway out – still hovering over the boy – and started fucking him all over again. His blue eyes looked up at me, and the tears in them from the face-slaps now got edged with something new; boyish lust.
I stroked his cheek, telling him he was “A good kid.”
As I fucked that cum-slickened passage this time, I kneeled on the bed, forcing myself even deeper in him, making him moan like at the start of the seeding. I rubbed my fingers over his satiny chest, nipples, upper arms, and then moved to his tummy, where I could feel my cock in him gliding when I went deep. He liked that; I liked feeling myself in him too. Nothing ever felt so right before.
The sight must have been hot as well, for Richard got off the bed – as I was fucking his property in full missionary, really slamming the kid on the downstrokes now – ripped off his shirt and stood by my side. He was undoing his jeans but never stopped jerking his ugly baby-slayer.
“Let me know when you get close again, bro.”
“Sure thing.” Watching him get so excited as I love-punched his working boy turned me on. Really turned me on.
I stood up, grabbing the boy’s thighs to make his legs stick straight up in the air. As my dick was full bore in him, the sudden stress made his hole clamp down on me once more. “Close,” I said.
The next moment, ropes of his thick, molten cum were drenching my half-buried prick. When he’d finished shooting, I fucked it in.
“Man,” I moaned, “so . . . fucking . . . HOT!”
I shot in the kid a second time. And kept cumming, and cumming, feeling all of Richard’s ‘kids’ trying to get the boy knocked up in competition with mine. Let the slut have twins, for all I cared!
o o o o o
After that, we let the kid sleep while we sat and shared some Jack Daniels.
In convo, I gleaned ‘Richard’ was dedicated to this line of work, giving boylovers – straight, gay, whatever; married, single, fathers, whatever – a chance to find out how good boi-pussy is for themselves. The kid tonight was ‘a mental defect’ from Romania. That explained why he’d never said a word, and even though I had requested a white youngster, I never expected to get my fantasy boy of blond hair, blue eyes, and a young – young – fuck hole tight as sin itself!
“So, bro, you like the kinky stuff, huh?”
“Dude, when you hit the bitch like that, I thought I’d melt. It felt so good.”
He chuckled, stroking his cock. Neither of us had bothered with clothes. I started to get stiff again glancing at the boy.
“I brought a few ‘tools’,” Richard said.
“You did, did you?” We hadn’t talked about anything extra – anything kinky – in the “deal.”
“Yeah. Sometimes hard sex is the only way to get a man to cum in a kid. Especially if he’s not used to boy-fucking.”
“Shit, man, if you’re willing, I wanna feel it all with him.”
After a grin and wink, he drained his glass. Then he stood and went to the side of the bed. In the next minute, he’d scooped the naked child up in his arms. “Get the bathroom door for me, bro.”
When I’d opened it, he said to bring his bag. “For now, wanna watch me clean him up?”
“Sure.”
Richard took out a pump bottle with a clear tube and anal douche attachment at he end. He ran tap water until it was warm, then filled the bottle. The kid was rubbing his eyes at this point, and standing pressed against Richard’s naked leg.
The man spit on the plug, turned the boy around and stuck it up his ass. He did not resist as Richard pumped 20 times, filling his butt to the rim.
Withdrawn, the kid sat on the toilet and let the cummy water shoot out.
“Don’t worry,” the boy’s owner told me. “I provide impeccably clean sluts for my clients, so he hasn’t eaten for 24 hours – nothing’s coming out of him but your jizz. You could still eat off that ass, trust me, bro.”
And I did. I also tubbed up as the next round of 20 squirts went into the kid.
I noticed that each time the boy sat to release it, he played with his tiny hard-on and grunted pleasurably. A through and through whore, to be sure.
Now, the handler/child-pimp took out a what reminded me of a kid-sized turkey baster. He dipped the business end in a bottle of sailor lube, squeezed the bulb, and drew up some of the slicker than snot lubricant into the tube. Richard then spread the slut’s ass cheeks, stuck in thing in and squeezed the bulb. The lube disappeared up the cunt’s income generator.
“Feel?” the man asked me.
He saw how much I liked fingering, so I kneeled and slipped my fuck finger in, Richard still holding the Romanian’s ass apart for me. Once again, as I diddled the punk’s hole, I went full bore and rotated it inside. The kid moaned loudly, shoving his hips back towards my assault.
“Fuck, this bitch is ready for cock again.”
“Go on, feed him yours,” Richard said. So I got in position and fucked him.
Damn, with a third load brewing in my nuts for this professional whore, I fucked him and fucked him. He was used to my style now, and threw his kid-ass back on the downstrokes to drive me balls deep in him each time.
As I did this, Richard sat on the sink counter and slowly jacked. After a while of this, I noticed he looked about ready to bust, so I said, “Let’s go back to bed.”
“All right,” he replied, scooping up the kid again.
After he’d unceremoniously dumped his working-boy on the sheets, I said, “Now you fuck him, and I’ll watch.”
He warned me with a chuckle, “Sure, bro. But, it ain’t gonna be pretty.”
And he was right! He flat out raped that little kid in front of me, covering his mouth with his hand as he slammed him doggie style. The punk was crying, trying to squirm away, and shouting muffled screams when Richard balled him to the core. “See,” he explained. SLAM. “I gonna treat my whores.” SLAM. “Like this. Gotta know I own them.” SLAM. “And customers are.” SLAM. “Nice in comparison.” SLAM. “Which thy like.” SLAM. “And will please the men.” SLAM. “Who pay to use them.” SLAM. “Fuck, bro”—he paused—“can I seed him? He’s your cum dump for the night.” SLAM. “And I don’t want to – ”
“Cum in him,” I said. “Do it!”
He didn’t breed that hole right away, like I was expecting. Instead, he just continued to rape the kid for a good five minutes, his hand grabbing and yanking up so hard on the whore’s throat, the kids glitched out a few times – from lack of oxygen – and turned ragdoll-sex-toy in his hands. Then the brat would came back all of a sudden with a jolt and a tremor, only to moan in ecstasy, feeling the cock mercilessly ripping him open.
Shit! Now I was ready to explode, and it dawned on me Richard’s display may have been all about my pleasure right from the beginning.
Eventually Richard’s breathing took on an edge to match the gleam of perspiration he’d worked up in the kid, and shouted, “Take that, you mother-fuckin shit-brained whore! Ohhhh, goddammn it, you sick cunt faggot! Ohhhh. Ohhhh. You were born for this. So take it. Take it, you fuckin bitch.”
I could see his massive shaft load the kid up with a series of jack-hammer pulses. Over and over, he kicked seed in that cunt; at least ten times before I lost count. Fuck, it was hot to watch, cuz he’d withdraw halfway just to give me a show.
After he was spent, he yanked his still-hard cock all the way out. It glistened with a combination of lube and the cum he’d put in his property, but also with the silvery-clear secretions the slut’s hole had produced in the agony of being taken violently.
Richard took out something metal now from his bag, the kid panting and rolling onto his back. I joined them and looked at the implement of torture, for that’s what it looked like. A series of “L” shaped wires had some sort of screw mechanism connecting them all. The business end saw each wire-end tipped with a stainless-steel ball.
“Ass stretcher,” he explained. “Easier on him than ‘the pear of aguish’.”
I was too turned on to ask what that demented species of fruit that might be, because Richard told me, “Grab and hold his legs from the side; I’m gonna open him up for your pleasure, bro. Watch this.”
He inserted the end with the clamped together balls into the kid’s blown-out and cum-spackled hole. Then he worked the screw, and the boy protested as the thing “blossomed,” spreading apart the whore’s cunt like a gaping rose.
The more he turned, the harder I had to hold the punk’s legs down, which popped his ass up to my view. I could look down into the child’s pink now and see his walls gurgling with Richard’s snow-white cum.
“Fuck him, bro,” he said. “Like this.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice! So after we switched positions, I was ready to do the boy like the bitch he was.
I slipped in, feeling the slut’s muscles trying to fight me, but all in vain. He couldn’t “grab onto me” until my head popped past his rectum, which then only wound up caressing it like satin. I slid all the in, feeling that sensation cuddle my shaft millimeter by millimeter, until my cockhead touched and penetrated into his actual guts.
Those I fucked deep and aggressively no matter how much of a struggle the kid put up. No one could tell me this wasn’t paradise, and the very reason baby boys were put on this world.
This was a total violation, and I was living for it. I built up a different rhythm, slamming the kid with mighty thrusts while Richard choked the bitch’s screams with slaps and a hand around his throat.
This sight of the struggling tyke was enough to drive me over the edge, and I pulled all the way out to delay this, admiring my dick now covered in Richard’s seed and the boy’s pain-juice.
“Fuck, man. What a little star you’ve trained up!”
I went back in, and slammed him over and over, my precum anointing his precious colon walls again and again, thinking this slut was about to get flooded.
“Oh, my fucking God, dude . . . I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it, bro. He’s yours, just make sure he feels it!”
“Slut’s gotta feel it, huh? Keep him in his place.”
Richard grinned. “Exactly.”
“Shiiiiit . . . ” I whispered, breathless. Then, past his final wall, I let loose. It felt so wrong to raw dog and seed a little boy’s tenderest fundament – literally – but I shot and shot until my balls ached from the gratitude of release.
o o o o o
After that, and another clean up, Richard popped the kid the second half of the H tablet and laid him naked on the bed to sleep.
Once he had drifted off, we each napped and woke up at 2:30 to take turns dumping in the dreaming brat – two loads each!
This was repeated at 6:00 when the working boy roused, and then, cum-filled to the gills, Richard zipped him back up in the roller bag.
As he left, I told him straight out, “Let me know when you get a new one. I wanna get in on breaking down your next kid.”
“A pop his cherry thing? Your cum his first daddy’s milk up the cunt?”
I chuckled affirmatively. “Rough and ‘makin him feel it’ – but I’d pay extra for that, naturally. And we can both bust in him together, do a double penetration as his first time. That’d be fair, and teach the kid a lot about his new role as nothing but a whore in life.”
“Not on the house?”
“I wouldn’t expect that. And even if you offered, paying to fuck snot-nose bitches is part of the thrill, I guess.”
He grinned. He got it.
“Sure, bro,” Richard said seriously. “Either way, I’d be into that. We make a good boy-busting team.”
“Shit, yeah, we do!”
We high fived, and he left me with a smile on my face. As I say, he’d just given me the best night of my life!
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