August strummed his guitar in a fast beat, trying to ignore Wizard yelling at someone on the phone. He knew Wizard was just trying to get him discovered, but as the price kept going up, no one would ever want to hear him play now.

August had come to Wizard almost a month ago and started living with him and his gang of young musical prodigies. After discovering August's natural talent with the guitar, August quickly became Wizard's favorite. At first it had all seemed to be about the music. Now August was starting to think that was all about the money.

He just wanted to play and follow the music wherever it brought him. He was sure tha eventually it would lead him to his long lost parents. He knew they were out there somewhere, looking for him. Suddenly, Wizard grabbed the guitar to stop him from playing.

"The deal's off," he said.

"But I want to play," August argued. "I need to play. Wizard, I need them to hear."

Wizard looked furious. He grabbed August by the collar and shoved him against the wall of a building.

"You play when I say play!" he yelled. "You breathe when I say breathe! You got that, boy?" He noticed the scared look on August's face and released him. "Look, you don't know what it could be like for you, you do not know how precious your gift is," he said. "You're just a kid. You don't know. But I do, August."

Wizard put a hand on August's shoulder and started to walk him down the sidewalk. August wanted to speak, but he was starting to get a little scared of Wizard. Eventually, he could't take it anymore.

"Wizard," August said slowly. "Isn't there anything I can do so that you'll let me play?"

Wizard stopped for a moment and August thought he was going to yell, but instead he looked at him thoughtfully.

"There's something, August. I know a way you can make me some more money. But if you do it, there's no backing out."

August nodded. He didn't care what it was that he had to do as long as he was allowed to play the guitar.

Wizard started to walk him again. To August's surprise, when they came to the fence that led through to the abandoned theater where they lived, they kept right on walking. August had no idea where they were going, but he knew better than to question his mentor.

After ten minutes or so of forcing his tired feet to walk, August decided they weren't in a good part of the neighborhood. He wasn't sure how he knew, but the people he saw didn't look very nice.

Wizard steered him into an alley. It was long enough to be a small road and there were quite a few people along its length. A few gave them suspicious looks as they walked by. Some of them seemed to be hiding things in their hands. But one man toward the end looked at them with interest.

Wizard brought him to the man who was looking at them. He had his hair braided into his head, something August had never seen on a white person before. He wore a tank top and ratty jeans and had several black tattoos on his arms.

"Havent seen you around here before," the man said to Wizard.

"Well, if you pay me well, I might be here regularly, Wizard replied.

The man smiled slightly and looked around. "How much?" he asked.

"Five hundred, take it or leave it," Wizard said.

"Shouldn't I play for him first?" August asked.

The man laughed. "Don't worry, little guy, you can play for me soon enough. It's a deal." He and Wizard shook hands. Then the man reach into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, counted five hundred, and handed it over.

Wizard knelt down beside August and whispered into his ear. "Now no matter what he does, you do what he wants, or you'll never play this guitar again."

August felt a hand on his and looked up to see the smiling man, who pulled him away from Wizard toward the end of the alley. August didn't know how he could possibly play for the man without his guitar, but he obeyed Wizard and didn't ask questions.

"My name is Drew," the man said. "And you are?"

"August."

"So nice to meet you, August."

Drew opened a door with a rusty screeching sound and brought august inside. There was nothing in the small room but a sheetless bed and peeling wallpaper. There was certainly nothing musical.

Drew stood behind him and started to kiss his neck. August froze in bewilderment as the man's big hands wandered down to his crotch and started to rub up and down. He almost asked why this was happening and then remembered Wizard's words.

Drew's hands traveled upward and pulled off August's shirt. August couldn't help whimpering a little when he felt his pants slide down to his ankles too.

"Why don't you sit down on the bed for me and play with yourself a little bit?" Drew asked.

August knew what he meant and suddenly realized what he had gotten himself into. He wanted to cry but decided he had to go along with this. So he sat on the bed and looked down at his flaccid penis, which was large for a boy his age. He tried to think of naked girls as he rubbed up and down, desperately trying to forget the fact that there was a man watching him stroke himself. After about a minute, he'd managed to harden himself enough so that it was standing up partially.

"God, you're so hot," said Drew, who August now realized was naked and rapidly stroking his eight inch cock.

Drew walked over and knelt on the floor in front of August. He started to suck on the boy's five inch semihard dick. August hated that it felt so good but it did. He jumped a little when he felt a finger poking around his asshole. He braced himself, and as he had expected, the finger pushed into him. August clamped his mouth shut but whimpered as the finger probed inside him.

Drew stood and held his dick very close to August's mouth.

"Suck me off, you little cockslut."

August stared at the purple head of the big veiny cock and thought about saying no, but he couldn't bear the thought of never playing the guitar again. So he opened his mouth and closed his lips around it. Hesitantly, he moved an inch on, back and forth a few times, but then to his shock, Drew grabbed the back of his head and pushed it quickly forward until August's nose was buried in his pubic hairs. August's arms flailed when he felt it deep down his throat. He struggled for air, but couldn't find any.

Drew held August's head in place with one strong and hand and moved his hips, slamming his massive cock again and again into the boy's throat. "Oh yeah, take it all, bitch!" He fucked August's face for two minutes before shooting his load into his throat. August felt shot after short of hot cum coat his throat before Drew finally pulled out and he was able to swallow and gasp for air.

Drew walked over to his pants and reached into the pocket to pull out a tube of clear liquid, which he squirted onto his hand and rubbed all over his still-hard dick.

August's own erection had been gone for a while and he was worried Drew might be angry, but the man didn't seem to care.

"Get on your hands and knees," Drew instructed him.

August bit his lip and tried again not to cry as he faced the metal bedpost and stuck his ass up into the air. He shivered as he felt something squirt onto his asshole.

The bed squeaked and without warning, Drew grabbed his ass and started forcing his big dick into him. August couldn't hold in his scream. It hurt so bad he almost considered trying to get away, but he couldn't live without his music and he endured the horrible stretching of his anus and the thick cock that was going deeper and deeper into his guts.

Drew soon managed to bury his entire length into August's ass and ommediately began to fuck him with all his might. August screamed at the top of his lungs and gripped the bedpost until his knuckles were white as paper. The bed creaked and hit against the wall.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight!" Drew yelled over his loud screams. "Talk to me, baby, tell me how much you love it!"

As much as August hated it, he forced himself to cry out, "It feels so good! Fuck me with your big fat cock!"

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it, little whore!" Drew said. He slapped August's asscheek hard and August felt the sting for a long time.

August figured Drew would be done soon but it took almost fifteen minutes of hard and painful fucking before the man finally moaned, "I'm gonna cum!" Instead of withdrawing and cumming on August's back or face, Drew kept up his pace and August felt a burn deep inside as cum poured into his guts and filled him up.

Once Drew slipped out his cock with a sucking noise, the white cream imediately began to drip out of the boy's ass.

Getting dressed was difficult. It was hard to move his legs. Every time he did, it hurt him. But he managed to get everything on, except for hi underwear which Drew wanted to keep for himself.

When they were both dressed, Drew pushed August down, unzipped his fly, and pissed at length all over August's head and chest.

August stared at the ground as Drew led him outside into the cold air, staggering, covered in piss, ass dripping cum. Wizard didn't appear a all surprised or concerned to see August in such a state. He just shook hands with Drew as they approached.

"I hope you got your money's worth," Wizard said.

"Absolutely," Drew said with a grin. "And I will absolutely welcome his services should you come back again."

Wizard and Drew shook hands once more and then Wizard led August away.