The next day, my wife and I went about our business with very little communication. I tried but of course could not get the images of my son and what he did out of my mind. It was like a living nightmare. My wife went to bed hours before, and I was watching TV in the living room and drinking at one in the morning. I had a text from Dimitri:
Yuri want me update you daily so you can keep track for your records. From last night to this midnight, whore sucked off 14 clients at $100 each and three sucked whore at $100 each, totaling $1700. Subtracting $200 daily for food, living expenses and miscellaneous, total is $1500. After 20% to Yuri, 15% to me and 15% to Gregor, total of $750 will be deducted from your debt. Whore is good worker and we are all pleased. So should you be.
I poured another drink, wept and passed out. This went on for five days. I couldn’t sleep until I got that sick text. I felt like throwing up when I’d read the figures. 23/2, 27/1, 25/2 and 20/3. It was mind boggling to wrap my head around the fact that my son had gone from being a normal young guy to doing what he was doing now. Those bastards were even selling his dick. At least he was getting some pleasure out of it.
Figuring time for sleep, eating and stuff, it seemed to average out to at least one or two blowjobs an hour. I’m ashamed to say that I did run the numbers, and at this rate we’d be in the clear in about a year or so. It was also a relief not to have to make payments to Yuri and that gave us breathing room.
Timothy and I did not communicate. We were both too shaken to. The afternoon of the sixth day I got a text from Dimitri:
Very good news! Auction for your son’s ass ended today. Bidding started at $1000 and bids were in increments of $500. At $6500, your son’s ass brought one of the biggest bids ever! The winner has made another proposal. He will pay another $1000 if you come and watch whore get broken in. Will be tomorrow night in Manhattan hotel room. If interested get back to me.
The next night, I was driving with tears in my eyes. I parked at a garage near the St. Regis. I went up to a suite.
“Pleased to meet you!” said Hank in a Southern accent. He was a burly athletic man of about 60 with close cropped white hair and was wearing just a white robe as he shook my hand. “It’s a great honor for my pecker to be the first to go into your fine boy! I’ve done a lot business with Dimitri and your boy is quite a prize! I find it even more exciting if the father is able to be around. Well! Let’s get this party started!” I followed him to a bedroom. Dimitri was sitting smoking a cigar. Timothy was in a bed nude staring into space. I didn’t want to look at him, but I did.
“Don’t you look adorable!” said Hank, patting Timothy’s head as he took off his robe, revealing an in-shape body and a large hard slightly curved dick with low-hanging bankable balls. “Sit.” I took the only other chair which was next to Dimitri.
“Don’t be scared. I’ve popped lots of boy’s cherries and know what I’m doing, trust me. I’m a great lover. I’ve got a special pecker that’s gonna hit your sweet spot just right. For the rest of your life, you’ll always remember me and the time you got fucked for the first time, and that’s special to me. Especially cause it’s in front of your daddy!” Hank said as he got into the bed. His hands were all over Timothy, caressing him. “Ah, young man flesh…” He lay back, his erection ballooning and sighed. Timothy got busy on Hank’s dick and balls. He’d certainly developed his oral skills since I last saw him. He was deepthroating like a champion prostitute.
After Timothy had gotten Hank good and hard, Hank got out of the bed and pushed Timothy on his back, lifted his legs and buried his face in Timothy’s ass. “Oh, the taste of clean young man hole…” Hank continued to rim Timothy who was sobbing with such obvious pleasure as no doubt he’d never had a tongue up his ass before. Then, Hank was feverishly sucking Timothy’s dick and licking his balls, which caused him to moan even more. It was fascinating to see how totally sexualized my naïve 18-year-old son had become.
Hank got up, reached over for a bottle of lube and poured it over his dick and then sprayed Timothy’s tender hole. Hank inserted a finger into Timothy. “Damn! You’re so fucking tight! You’re going love my pecker, boy! I’m gonna drive you wild!” Hank now had two fingers churned around Timothy’s insides. Timothy was yelping. “You are so ready for me, boy!”
His legs grabbed and raised up, Timothy’s slicked up pink hole was exposed. Hank’s engorged curved dick was now slowly entering up and into Timothy’s ass. He tried to stifle his cries but was sobbing. “Hush. There, there. I know. It’s tough the first time but soon you’ll be itching to spread your legs for men because you’ll feel so empty inside without a pecker in you.”
Hank was fully inside Timothy and paused. “See you’re getting used to it and you’re hard as a rock. You love it” hissed Hank. Their bodies were locked together. Then, Hank pulled most of it out, leaving just the tip in Timothy. He plunged right back in. Timothy hollered in agony. Hank silently fucked him with piston-like power, ignoring my son’s wailing. Timothy’s agonized cries were soon replaced by disheartening sighs of joy as he now appeared to enjoy the old man fucking him. “Don’t that feel good, boy?” Timothy was babbling happily and repeating “Yes!” Timothy came, gushing like a fountain. “Look at that! I told you I was a great lover! This pecker always gets my boys off!” Hank kept on fucking and then squealed in delight as he came in Timothy. He pulled out, his dick still hard and there was my son’s ravaged asshole leaking with cum and lube. He had been forever ruined as I watched. His innocence was truly lost.
“I’ll tell you what I’m going do” Hank said to me. “I’m going make you another proposal. I know you all’s situation. I’ll throw in another $1000 if you and your boy get it on for me.”
The tense silence was broken by Timothy. “Just do it already. It doesn’t matter anymore.” Of course, it didn’t. I nodded to Hank, who indicated to Dimitri, who entered information into his phone. Yes, my son sucked my dick again, in front of Hank and Dimitri. Yes, I became the second man to fuck my son, from behind on his hands and knees, so we didn’t have to look at each other, in front of them. I came fast in him. I can’t describe my conflicted and complex feelings.
“Let’s make this more interesting. There’s another $1000 if you stay and watch your boy take on Dimitri.” I collapsed into a chair and nodded. Dimitri added more calculations in his phone. Then he took of his clothes and sat. “Come here, whore.” Timothy got out of the bed, sunk to his knees and sucked Dimitri’s cock. “Face me and sit on it.” Timothy was now straddling Dimitri and lowering himself slowly on his cock. “Ride me, whore!” Timothy began raising himself and then lowering himself up and down, developing a furious rhythm that brought gratification to Dimitri who soon shot off in Timothy, his cum getting all over himself and the chair.
“Well, this is quite an evening!” roared Hank as I started to leave. “I took one of my little blue pills. As you can see, I’m raring to go again! Want to get fucked again, boy?”
“Yes fuck me again” my son said in a monotone. “Make me cum like before.”
“Sure thing! Get me ready boy with that sweet mouth of yours.”
Timothy knelt before Hank and began sucking.
“You’re welcome to stay and hang out.”
“No, thanks.”
“Take care.”
“Hey, Daddy!” laughed the nude Dimitri, his soft dick dangling . “When you want good time again, let me know. Friends and family discount for you.” He handed me a bunch of business cards.
That night there was Dimitri’s ritual text:
Things go very well! Old man very happy! Whore like getting fucked and beg for cock now. He deserve rest. Fucked four times in row enough. No more fucking tonight. Just give blowjobs.
Now that whore broken in and ready for clients desiring to fuck, I will be attaching standard Excel spreadsheet we use. Understand, these are current rates. You get separate statement for hotel and other things. Eventually rates will be lowered and there will other charged services. Right now, he is fresh on scene, later on high-end clients want new boy. Then, we have other tactics.
I opened the attachment. The categories and that day’s counts were:
Full sex $300: 0
Blow job given $100: 17
Blow job received $100: 2
I did the math, had another drink and went to bed.
