Thirteen year old Shawn hurried down the street as fast as

his slender legs would carry him. He he to be careful how

fast he moved

because his sweet young ass hurt him something terrible.

Today was his

birthday. He was thirteen today. But he wasn't hurrying

home to any birthday

party. Oh no. He was hurrying to get the money in the

pocket of his tiny

shorts to his Uncle. He was supposed to be home an hour

ago. It wasn't his

fault. The man who took the porno photos of him had gotten

carried away.

When he heard Shawn was thirteen today, he just had to fuck

him again. Warm

cum trickled out of Shawn's asshole. He wasn't allowed to

remove it. It was

proof that he was out working hard for his uncle.

 

 

He had been visiting Mr. Claybourn's house. Mr.

Claybourn loved to take

photos of boys. He loved to take just slightly naughty

photos of boys. He

posted them on the internet and sold them. He pretended to

be a respectable

photographer of children, but at heart he was an old

lecher. After every

photography session, he fucked Shwan or the other boys he

was shooting.

Mr.Claybourn had a humongous dick. It was much longer and

thicker than the

dick of Shawn's uncle or his uncle's friends. And that was

saying a lot,

because Shawn's Uncle Todd was hung. But Mr. Claybourn was

a fucking freak.

And Mr. Claybourn loved nothing better than to ram it balls

deep up some

little pre-teen or teenage rectum. He never used any lube

other than spit,

and of course he wore no rubber. Shawn's ass hurt for a

week after every

 

 

 

session with Mr. Claybourn, and since he had to visit him

every Thursday,

his not so tiny asshole hurt constantly. He had had a tiny

unfucked asshole

only a few months ago, when he first came to live with his

uncle. Shwan's

Mom was in drug rehab. Shawn's uncle was as twisted as they

come, and hungry

to make money any way possible. Whoring out the little boy

was his first,

but certainly not his ugliest idea. Shawn's life was a

nightmare.

 

 

At least at Mr. Claybourn's studio he got to play with

Play Station and

drink soft drinks and relax before and after his fuck in a

nice room. At

home he slept in a closet. Really. In a closet with a pail

to shit and piss

in.

 

 

Shawn tried to hurry, but his ass throbbed. He hoped the

photos Mr.

Claybourn had sent along would appease Uncle Todd somewhat.

Nothing ever

pleased Uncle Todd totally. No matter how hard Shawn tried

to give an expert

blow job, his uncle always found something to punish him

for. Either he

didn't lick the huge sweaty fucksack with enough

enthusiasm, or he didn't

use his tongue on the bottom of the dick strongly enough,

or his suction was

off, or he didn't lick the pisshole with enough style.

Always something.

 

 

Until a few months ago, Shawn had never had sex of any

kind. He barely

knew what sex was, except for what he saw on tv and in the

movies. His drug

addict mom never explained anything to him. She barely

talked to him. Some

 

 

 

of the guys she brought home to fuck her had groped Shwan's

ass and one had

even tongue kissed him, shoving a garlic tasting tongue way

down his little

boy throat. But that was as far as it went. Until Uncle

Todd and his

friends.

 

 

Now they guys sometimes had Shawn kneel with his mouth

open while they

had spitting contests. They filled the little boy's mouth

with spit slop and

then made him swallow it. They covered his pretty little

boy face with spit

until it glistened. Well that was better than when they

covered it with cum.

Sometimes they gave him "facials" jerking off their dicks

and letting them

spit their fuckslop all over Shawn's nose, mouth, eyes,

hair and cheeks. The

boy's face would be coated almost an inch thick with

cocksnot. Of course he

then had to scraped it off with is fingers and eat it all.

He was used to

the taste of cum. Not a way went by that he didn't swallow

quarts of it.

 

 

Take today for example. At nine this morning, his uncle

had shot a

healthy morning load down his throat. The for breakfast he

had had corn

flakes covered with dog cum. His uncle had a wonderful

sense of humor. Then

by ten thirty he was hanging around the men's room at

Jefferson park trying

to pick up guys to make money for his uncle. He had to make

two hundred

dollars a day, or he got the shit kicked out of him.

Really. He had to lay

with his naked legs spread, while his uncle or one of his

friends kicked his

 

 

 

rectum with a booted foot. They also stomped on his small

hairless nuts.

 

 

 Shawn ignored the pain in his rectum and the cum leaking

out. He started

to run. He had to get home soon! His uncle probably had

friends over

waiting to fuck him or get sucked by him.

 

 

Shawn hung around Jefferson Park sucking off guys in the

men's can until

one o'clock or so. His uncle only allowed him to charge ten

dollars for a

suck job and twenty for an ass fuck. He wanted the little

shit to work for

his money. So you see Uncle Todd wasn't only money hungry.

He would often

sacrifice profits to satisfy his sadistic sexual drives as

well.

 

 

 Next, Shawn had to perform his daily "Mercy Sucks."

He hated this.

Uncle Todd had spent several years in the gutter, living in

cardboard boxes,

until he hit upon the idea of whoring out boys. And now,

he never forgot

his old friends. Every day, Shawn had to go under the big

bridge where the

derelicts and bums lived. He had to suck at least three

dirty diseased

stinking dicks of drunks and bums without charging them

anything. They loved

little boy flesh, and depending on the day, sometimes he

couldn't get away

without sucking ten or twelve crusty cruddy cocks, and

taking five or ten

dicks up his ass.

 

 

Depending on how long this took, he then went over to the

Blue Boy Cinema

Arcade. This was a local bookstore. He only got to go

inside because he

sucked the dick of the owner. Shawn spend the afternoon

there, sucking dick

 

 

 

and taking it up the ass until he made his two hundred.

Well, he had to make

more, cause the bookstore owner took half of everything he

took in at the

bookstore. You can imagine how sore his little throat was

and how swollen

his lips were from sucking all that dick. His asshole was

usually throbbing

with pain by now too. And then, around five or six, he

would usually go to a

special client. This was one of Todd's pals who liked to

hurt or humiliate

or abuse little boys. The guy might want to use a belt on

Shawn's ass, or

take photos of him, or watch him suck off a dog's dick. All

kinds of sick

things.

 

 

Shawn reached the porch of his uncle's house. He could

hear voices in side

and imagined a bunch of guys were over drinking beer. If

they were already

drunk, things could turn nasty. Shawn took off his clothes

on the porch of

the house and folded them and put them in the cardboard box

for the purpose.

Then naked as the day he was born, he opened the door and

went into the

house.

 

 

Uncle Todd and five of his buddies turned toward the

little boy standing

naked in the doorway. The kid was trembling. He trembled so

hard, his little

balls jiggled and dances. In one shaking hand he held out a

wad of money for

his uncle.

 

 

"Well where the fuck were you, Asswipe?" His uncle

Todd bellowed. Todd

was a well built handsome guy. Since making money, he had

cleaned himself

 

 

 

up, and he now was quite a hot dude. He strode across the

room and grabbed

Shawn by one slender wrist. Money flew everywhere. He

didn't care. They now

had more fucking money than he knew what to do with. "You

are almost an hour

late, you sorry cocksucking Twatfaced Cunt!"

 

 

"Mr...Mr. Claybourn wouldn't let me go. He sent these

pictures along for

you." Shawn's other hand held up the photos. Uncle Todd

threw the slender

naked boy down onto the carpet.

 

 

"Assume the position, Fuckhole!" Shawn immediately got

on hands and

knees, arched his pretty pale little back and pushed his

young ass globes up

as high as he could. He spread his legs slightly so his

nuts and dick could

be seen. They were still quite tiny.

 

 

Todd glanced at the photos. They didn't do much for

him. What was to see

in shots of a scantily clad kid posing on chairs and shit,

when he had the

real thing bare assed on the floor right in front of him?

 

 

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Shitface? Get that

asscunt up and out.

I want to see pink pussy, boy! Push that asscunt up and

out!" Shawn arched

his back more and pushed his ass out toward his uncle. He

was really shaking

badly now. His uncle was in a foul mood. The guys in the

room leaned in to

get a better look at the boy who was just thirteen today.

Some of them

started to play with their dicks in their pants in

anticipation of the fun

to come.

 

 

"I don't see that ass up nearly high enough!" Uncle

Todd yelled and he

 

 

 

drew his big belt from his jeans with one smooth move and

brought it down on

the kid's ass globes. "THWACK!" The boy screamed. Spit

flew from his

mouth and tears clouded his vision. Again and again the

thick belt left big

red welts on the tender little boy ass. And with each welt,

the dicks of the

guys in the room got harder.

 

 

"GET THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE UP AND OUT, YOU SLIME SUCKING

SUCKHOLE! I AM

NOT KIDDING!"

 

 

 Shawn was grunting and panting and sobbing. He pushed

and pushed. He

couldn't get his little ass up and out any further.

 

 

"Get those legs apart. You trying to protect those

worthless little fuck

sacks?" Uncle Todd brought the belt up with an underhanded

stroke and the

leather tip licked harshly at the kid's hairless scrotum.

 

 

Shwan let out a scream like a wounded animal. His little

body jumped. A

mind numbing pain started in his little nuggets and went

through his entire

body. It made him sick to his stomach.

 

 

"Don't you dare close those legs!" A second and third

blow followed.

Then more whips to his beautiful rounded ass globes. Then

his uncle moved

in and kicked the boy as hard as he could in the guts. The

kid's body

lifted off the floor and he flipped over like a pancake and

landed on his

back. Todd stepped right on the boy's face. Shwan started

to lick his

uncle's boot. His uncle threw down the belt and was handed

a beer bottle.

He dropped it next to Shawn.

 

 

"Get that fucking bottle up your pussy. Now!"

 

 

 

 Shawn picked up the bottle and raised his legs. With one

hard move, he

rammed the bottle deep into his asshole. He new better than

to take it easy

on himself.

 

 

"Well don't just let it sit there, fuck yourself with

it!" Shawn fucked

his little ass as hard as he could with the beer bottle. He

grunted and

cried, all the time licking the sole of his uncles dirty

boot.

 

 

 "What a fucking piece of shit I had to take in! What a

fucking loser you

are. What a fucking fairy! You are going to eat shit

tonight boy. For your

birthday. You are going to eat shit! You are going to eat

the shit of every

guy in this room. Do you hear me?"

 

 

 "Yetttthhhh Thir!" Shawn yelled, his tongue still out

and licking. He

had never eaten shit. That was one thing they had not yet

ever done to him.

Not even the high paying customers.Shawn couldn't imagine

having to eat the

shit of other people. The very thought of it made him want

to puke.

 

 

He fucked the bottle in his ass harder. All the cum in his

ass made the

bottle nice and slippery. Uncle Todd removed the heavy boot

from the boy's

face.

 

 

"Titty Up!" he yelled. Shawn arched his back again,

pushing his chest as

high as he could, trying to get the little boy nubs of his

nipples as high

as possible.

 

 

Uncle Todd chuckled and looking down on the boy, let a

string of saliva

 

 

 

drip to the kid's face. Then he reached down and grabbed

the boys nipples

between thumb and forefingers. Then, holding the kid by

his tit tips, he

pulled the boy's body off the ground.

 

 

Shawn screamed, the bottle shot out of his ass like a

bullet from a gun.

The guys in the room roared with laughter. Shawn hung from

his nipples. He

dare not reache his hands up to ease the pain. He just hung

there like a

puppet. Todd twisted the tit tips and bounced the boy in

the air a bit.

Shawn was sure his nipples would be ripped off. The pain

was unbearable.

His cute little boy head swung from side to side. His

tongue lolled out of

his mouth.

 

 

"Somebody shove a dick in that mouth!" Todd yelled,

swinging the boy by

his tits. One of his buddies was out of his jeans in an

instant and an

eight inch prick hovered over the boy's mouth The foreskin

pulled back and

dirty smegma fell onto the boy' slips.

 

 

"Suck little faggot. I been waiting for this all week. I

ain't washed it

or nothing." The foul cock entered the boy's mouth, and

Shawn remembered to

lick all over the prick head and to get his tongue deep

into the foreskin to

clean it out. Another dude knelt on the floor and worked

three fingers up

Shawn's asshole.

 

 

 Todd laughed. "Happy Birthday Baby!" Around the raped

boy, on the floor

lay the photos of his modeling session with Mr. Claybourn.

I have included

them for your pleasure.