I parked my car in Brighton Beach. My 18-year-old son Timothy and I started walking as I wheeled his suitcase. He resembles me, with curly blonde hair, medium height and he has a nice toned build and a magnetic smile. We got to the address. It was a large old apartment building. I buzzed, we were let in and took the elevator. We got to the apartment, and the door opened. “Come in! Such a beautiful boy!”
What was I supposed to do? I’m 47, a great chef who has worked hard all of my life. I struck out on my own 11 years ago and my Manhattan restaurant Gary’s was popular and always got rave reviews. A year ago, I needed a cash infusion to meet a big rent increase on the new lease and for new equipment. The banks were unresponsive, and I was advised to relocate to a cheaper neighborhood. I didn’t want to close down and have to start all over again and lose momentum. True, I lived large, two of my three kids went to Ivy schools, the third was going to one in the fall, and my wife was big on the social scene. I grew up poor and wanted the best for my family. We had a great house in Westchester, and I relaxed at the town’s country club and played golf there. I knew I could ride it out if I could get a big investment and fast.
I mentioned my situation to a number of my golf pals who were polite, but I had no takers. The same with some of my big shot customers. Except one. Yuri, was a good-looking dark-haired Russian in his 30s. He came in once or twice a week, sometimes with his hot blonde wife, or his two brothers and their sexy wives or them and some friends. Yuri ran up big checks and always left big tips. He was friendly and thought the situation was bad and wanted me to stay open. He agreed to a loan at fair interest.
The last year had been business as usual. Until the fucking Coronavirus. That was it. Shut down. I tried to keep going with take out, but it was a ghost town. I let my staff go. I planned to keep active by catering for private clients. I had modest savings to last for the next year if I was careful. I still had a large debt to Yuri and the monthly payments were murder now. I arranged a meeting with him at my closed restaurant.
“Things are just so terrible all over. I’m so sorry” he said in his charming Russian accent. “You must understand that I have others to answer to and you will have to continue repayment at the current rate. We all have our troubles.”
“Hey, come on! When things pick up sure. Be reasonable.”
“It is not possible to be reasonable. You understand that if there’s a delay in returning the investment, things will not be pleasant.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“You have three very attractive children whom I have met. One of them can easily work off what you owe. This way, you and the rest of your family can carry on like before. I have use for girls and boys.”
“Are you for real?! You want me to pimp out one of my kids?!”
“If you have better idea, tell me. I think you should just figure which one to give me. Is best thing for everyone” he said as he got up. “You think. Let me know in two days or give me the month’s money. Call me” he said as he left.
I drove back to Westchester, my mind was racing. How could I even imagine about such a thing? Katherine was 20 and had intentions of going to medical school. There was no way I could even consider my daughter in such a situation. Robert was 23, was about to begin law school and planned to marry his girlfriend when he was done. Timothy had just turned 18, graduated from high school, still lived at home and was set to be a business major in the fall.
I got home. My wife was out, and I poured myself a large whiskey.
“Tim, I’ve worked hard for so long that so we could all have a good life…” He listened and grew visibly shocked as I explained our plight and our options. We had to save Katherine and Robert was already on a clear life path. Timothy, as the youngest could recover the best and then move on. “It’s your choice” I timidly concluded. “Sure, dad. I understand. Whatever has to be done” he said with tears in his eyes. We sat my wife down at the kitchen table and I poured her a whiskey. She broke down and sobbed, “There’s just no other way. I’m so sorry” she hugged Timothy and left.
The next day, we emailed friends and relatives that Timothy would be studying abroad instead of going to the prestigious Eastern university he’d been accepted to.
“You have made very wise decision” said Yuri on the phone.
I sat with Timothy in his room at his desk. I went on his laptop and showed him several gay porn sites and left him alone to watch.
We were standing in the living room of the Brighton Beach apartment with Yuri and his two brothers. I hugged Timothy. “I love you son.” I started to leave. “No, you will stay so you know how this will be” said Yuri as he motioned me to sit, which I weakly did. “Please, sit young man” he said to Timothy, who did.
“You are straight?”
“Yes.” Timothy haltingly replied.
“Have girlfriend?”
“Not now. We decided to end it because we’re going to different colleges.”
“Smart. You fucked girlfriend?”
No doubt because I was sitting nearby, Timothy blushed before he quietly answered. “Yes.”
“Nice. Healthy young man know about sex. You ever suck cock or been fucked by man?”
“No. I've never done anything at all like that.”
“Cool. Get up, turn around and take off your clothes.” Timothy did as he was told.
“Very nice body. Such a hot ass. I will be honest. You belong to us until money is paid back. For few days, you only will be sucking cock. We have many customers who pay much for super blowjob from nice young American straight boy. Your virgin ass will go to highest bidder. Will take awhile before that happens. Then, you will give that to customers too. You will live here. Dimitri will look after you and bring special men to you or take you to special men because you are special now. You will learn we have many ways to make money from you. You are not prisoner. No will hurt you. We not force you. You keep phone. You say hello to family, anybody you want. You leave anytime you want. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“You are not first or only boy to do work like this. Many. Is just work. Time will pass and you go away and be like before.” Yuri unzipped his pants and pulled out his uncut big cock and floppy hairy balls. “You will begin. You do best you can. Soon, you will be professional.”
Yuri stood in his dark suit, his revolting large organ’s foreskin was pulled back, and the tip of it oozed precum. I watched my nude son cowering. It was nauseating to see his 7” dick was erect. There was an endless pause as we were all frozen in silence. Then, my beautiful innocent son opened his mouth and took Yuri in. “Oh, so sweet. That’s it. Not so bad, huh?”
Timothy began tentatively licking Yuri’s cock all over with tears streaming down his face. “Very good. Keep at it.” The minutes seemed like an eternity as I watched my son give his first blowjob to this evil beast. “Such an angel” said Yuri with his hands around Timothy’s handsome face stuffed with cock. “For first time, you are very good! Perhaps, you were meant for this all along.” This outrage continued. “You will do my balls now” said Yuri, holding up his hairy sack. Timothy put them in his mouth and licked them.
“So fucking hot!” It was, I am shocked to say. I sat there transfixed as my son gobbled Yuri’s scrotum. I was sickened to feel myself get hard. Soon, Yuri was fucking Timothy’s mouth with a steady rhythm. “So good! I am going to cum. You swallow.” Indeed, Yuri’s cock spasmed and began blasting spurts of cum. Timothy’s choking and gurgling sounds were horrible to endure as Yuri held his head to force most of his load down my son’s throat. Yuri withdrew his cock and its last gush sprayed Timothy, his face was now laden with a mixture of his tears and Yuri’s cum. “Super! Now you will do Dimitri and then you will do Gregor.”
My son crawled to Dimitri, whose hardon was tenting the pants of his black suit. “Go on!” He growled. Shocked and confused, my son caught on and while on his knees, raised his hands and undid Dimitri’s belt. The pants fell to the floor and Dimitri’s bulge encased in light blue boxer briefs was on display. My son pulled those down and Dimitri’s ugly uncut massive manhood sprang forward. “Pull it” he instructed. My son nervously held the cock and pulled the skin back and its oozing angry purple head was briefly visible before my son took it in his mouth. My son then proceeded to suck Dimitri’s cock and work on his balls. “He is fast learner” laughed Dimitri. Soon, he was panting as Timothy got him off and swallowed his load. Gregor took his turn with Timothy, who by now seemed acclimated to performing the act.
“This all excites you” laughed Yuri as he pointed to Timothy’s raging boner. Timothy was blushing, his faced dotted with tears and cum. “Healthy young man needs to cum too. Go on. Do show for us.” Timothy paused and then started jerking his dick. He was whimpering and soon was howling as he shot his huge load on the floor.
“Daddy is so excited too!” said Yuri as he grabbed my crotch and felt my pounding erection. “Daddy is turned by his whore son. Daddy should know the pleasure his whore son gives.” “No!” I cried as a I tried to get up, but Dimitri and Gregor held me down in the chair.
“Go on whore son, show your Daddy you are super cocksucker!” Timothy lay on the floor weeping. I looked into his red eyes and silently communicated that it was okay, that we’d get through it. I struggled to hold back my own tears as my son slowly crept toward my spread legs. He undid my belt, pulled my jeans down and then yanked my briefs with his trembling hands. My stiff 7.5” dick was dripping. I was in a state of shock as my son gave me the most awesome blowjob of my entire life. I was so numb that I didn’t realize no one was forcing me to sit anymore. I was just laying back and twistedly enjoying the sensations of my son’s lips and tongue on my dick and balls. At first, I kept my eyes closed. I couldn’t resist, and so I watched my son work me over.
“Such a beautiful sight. Whore son sucking his Daddy’s cock.”
This went on for a seeming eternity, as I my son and I stared at each other as he blew me. With a combination of revulsion and ecstasy I experienced the most intense orgasm I ever had. It was shocking and amazing as Timothy gulped down my load.
“You have raised fine young man, Daddy. You go now. We be in touch. We take very good care of whore.”
I drove home dazed. The whisky bottle was empty. I opened another. I chugged a few shots. I crawled into bed, next to my passed out wife.
