Tommy got up late. His mother noticed that he was sleeping a lot more lately, probably because of all the hard work he was doing for their neighbor, Mr. Miller. Hank had kind of taken her 10 year old son under his wing lately, which Ann thought was a good thing. Since Tommy's father was in the wind, there was no male role model for the boy to look up to, and the retired 64 year old next door neighbor fit the bill perfectly. What had started out as Tommy helping clean up around the man's house had developed into a mentorship of sorts, and Ann was happy to see it.

The fact that Tommy often brought home cash as payment for his "help" didn't hurt either. The single mother was having trouble making ends meet, and every $20 bill sure helped.

"Tommy!" Ann called up the stairs, "I have to go now. Come down and get ready!"

Tommy went to Hank's house nearly every morning when Ann went to work. Having the neighbor feed Tommy breakfast and lunch was another economic benefit. She was also able to work longer hours with Tommy at Mr. Miler's place, so the mother and son were better able to pay the bills.

Tommy came downstairs wearing one of the outfits that Hank had purchased for him and Ann insisted that he wear. She had tried to tell the kind-hearted neighbor that Tommy was not a size 10 even though he was 10 years old. He was at least a 12 and in some items a 14, but the neighbor kept buying him clothes that were a size or 2 too small. The light blue shorts Tommy had on were skin tight, and Ann looked away, embarrassed, when she saw the bulge of her son's genitals outlined by the thin fabric. His shirt was no better. It was so short it looked like a crop top, leaving 3 inches of his bare belly exposed. The bright yellow top had the word "Charmer" across it in scrolling letters.

Ann smiled encouragingly, not commenting on the ridiculous-looking outfit. It wasn't like the boy would be parading around in public, and maybe if Hank saw how silly the clothes looked he would get the message about the proper sizing. Tommy had stopped complaining about wearing the clothes when it had become apparent that his mother wasn't going to listen.

"OK, let's go!" she chirped.

Tommy slumped along across the lawn to Mr. Miller's front door. The big man stood in the doorway smiling and waving at his mom as she drove away. Tommy wondered how many men would be over today for him to "entertain". That was what Mr. Miller called it: "entertaining."

Miller was in the process of turning Tommy into a prostitute. Every day the boy had sex with as many men as Miler could set up for him. The first day he had asked to have Tommy over to help him out was the first day he had sex with the boy, and not willingly. Not at all.

Tommy was the man's personal sex toy, bought and paid for; unwittingly sold into forced prostitution by his own mother. The clothing was not small by accident. Miller bought him the most revealing outfits he thought he could get away with, and Tommy's mother forced him to wear the outfits.

What Tommy didn't understand was why, since he disliked all the sexual attention he was getting from Mr. Miller and his friends, his cock was so hard. It made no sense to the 10 year old.

"Hi there, Tommy!" Miller boomed from inside the doorway, "Ready to meet your next customer?"

Miller had many "customers" over each day to use Tommy. The last few days the older neighbor had concentrated on training the 10 year old to suck cock. He said he wanted Tommy to be the best cock sucker in the world. Tommy hated sucking on all the strangers' penises but Miller gave him no choice while acting as if the boy loved it and that he was doing him a favor by improving his cock sucking skills.

"I think today may be the day, Baby," Miller said, closing and locking the door behind him. He stepped over to the short statured boy and put a heavy hand on his shoulder to guide him into the living room. Miller had been trying to get Tommy to be able to deep throat a cock. The boy had spent many long hours over the past few days gagging and choking on cock after cock. Mr. Miller seemed to know an unlimited number of men who wanted a 10 year old boy to suck and fuck them. Tommy looked around the room as Mr. Miller brought him in and his heart fell.

Two men waited there, naked and sitting next to each other on the couch. They were both in their sixties, like most of Hank Miller's friends, and both were overweight. Tommy had had some really unpleasant experiences having sex with heavy older men lately and liked it no more now than the first time.

"Say hello to Ernie and Bert, Tommy!" Hank said. All three men chuckled at Miller's wit. Tommy stood still and said nothing.

"Strip, Boy," Miller directed "And get to work on those cocks!" Tommy knew better than to protest getting naked in front of strangers. It was inevitable anyway. He skinned the shorts down his slender legs and pulled the tight shirt over his head with some difficulty. He stood in front of the two leering perverts wearing just his white ankle socks and sneakers. His hard cock stuck straight out in front of him.

"Nice lookin' piece!" Ernie commented, reaching over to fondle Bert's balls. Bert leaned back and leered at Tommy, spreading his legs to give his friend better access to his genitals.

"Yeah, he looks even better than his pictures!" Bert confirmed. Tommy knew that Mr. Miller shared the pictures he took of the naked ten year old with his perverted friends. And the idea of all those old men looking at - and jerking of to - his image both repulsed and excited him. It was very confusing.

"Come on, Slut," Bert said, "Suck on this!" he nodded at his cock, and Tommy went over to stand between the naked man's knees. The boy bent at the waist, resigned to his fate. Though he still didn't like to suck cock, at least he was used to it. He took the seven inch rod in his hand and lifted it to his pink lips, sucking it into his mouth with practiced ease. Hank sat on the coffee table behind Tommy and rubbed his back while giving him instructions.

"Good," he muttered into the boy's ear, "Open wide and let the cock slide down your tongue all the way." Tommy did as he was told, and the fat cock head hit the back of his throat, causing the muscles in his neck to clench when he gagged. Miller put a big hand on the back of Tommy's head and held him on the cock.

"Swallow, Boy," the man encouraged, "Relax and swallow it down." Tommy tried. Tears streamed from his eyes and drool ran over the stranger's thick cock as he worked to swallow the warm, spongy cock head lodged in his throat. His skinny body jerked and shuddered as he gagged.

Finally, Mr. Miller let him pull back a little.

"Almost got it that time, Buddy. Almost there," the man encouraged him, as if being able to swallow some strange old pervert's cock was something the boy wanted to do. But what the naked 10 year old wanted was irrelevant. Miller forced his head back down and he once again choked on the hard cock in his throat.

As he struggled and gagged on Ernie's cock, Tommy felt a strange and familiar sensation. Bert had gotten down from the couch and knelt behind the boy, putting his big hands on Tommy's hips. Tommy felt the man's tongue sliding down his butt crack to his wrinkled pink anus. Ernie worked his fat wet tongue into Tommy's asshole, reaching between the boy's legs to fondle his cock and balls at the same time.

Tommy hated to admit it, but he liked it when men licked his asshole, which happened fairly frequently at Mr. Miller's house. He relaxed his sphincter and let the man force his warm, slimy tongue into his rectum. As his young body responded to the tongue in his ass and the fist on his cock, Tommy's throat relaxed, too. Feeling this, Ernie grabbed the 10 year old's hair and took control of his head from Hank, pushing down to slide his cock deeper into his throat. Tommy just relaxed and let Ernie control him, and he felt the man's cock head slip into his throat.

He discovered he could breathe around the obstacle a little if he held still. His eyes still watered, but he could breathe.

Snot ran over the boy's upper lip and joined the saliva on Ernie's cock. The fat man moved Tommy's head back and the boy gasped around the thick, slimy cock in his mouth. Then Ernie forced Tommy's face back down, and this time the boy was ready, letting the fat cock head slide into his throat and down deeper than before. Ernie groaned in satisfaction as he fucked the child's throat, and Tommy actually felt a thrill of pride, despite the humiliation being forced on him.

"Alright!" Hank exclaimed, "He did it!" Miller high-fived Ernie over the gagging child's head, grinning. The men ignored Tommy as he felt Ernie's cock throbbing in his throat. Neither noted the single tear that ran from his eye.

It only took Ernie a few minutes to cum in Tommy's mouth, and the boy felt the thick rod swell and throb as the man came in his throat. At least he didn't have to taste the fluid, or endure the slimy texture.

When Ernie pulled his head away from his crotch, Tommy lay his head on his thigh next to the man's spent rod as Bert sucked his asshole. Soon the man's tongue was replaced by his finger, then his cock.

"Man, this kid's tight!" Bert exclaimed. Tommy groaned as his ass was filled with adult cock. A tear leaked from his eye, and his nostrils were filled with the scent of Ernie's crotch. The tangy musk was familiar but no more unpleasant than the first time he had smelled a man's pubic hair. To add insult to insult, Ernie gripped Tommy's hair and rubbed his tear-streaked face against his loose, sweaty scrotum.

"Yeah, that's it. Suck my balls, Whore," the man groaned as his friend fucked the boy's asshole.

As Bert fucked Tommy's ass, Hank slid under the boy's crotch and sucked his small, hard cock in his mouth. Tommy whined in confusion as he felt both pain and pleasure. The men controlled his body and emotions as they abused his slender, naked form. The more the defenseless boy was abused, the less he came to hate it. He dreaded coming over to Hank's house instinctively, but the man was slowly breaking his will to resist. His little cock was hard almost all the time he was here, and the boy gained an erection in anticipation of the visits, even as he dreaded them.

He had begun masturbating in his room at night, coming ever closer to the point when he could actually achieve a real orgasm, not just the dry throbbing he had experienced thus far.

"Hey," Ernie said to Hank, lifting Tommy's head by the hair, "Come up here and let the whore suck your cock while I go down on him."

"Sure!" their host replied, and the 2 men switched places. Tommy opened his mouth to accept the familiar warmth of his neighbor's cock. Hank took Tommy's head in his hands and jabbed his cock at the back of Tommy's mouth, eager to get the thick rod down the boy's throat. Tommy struggled to relax as he had before, and Hank rammed his cock had past the boy's gag reflex and into his yielding throat.

"Ahhhh, yeah!" Hank cried, "Smooth as silk!" He held Tommy's head still, luxuriating in the feeling of Tommy's throat spasming around his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Boy!" Hank gasped, "You're gonna get fuckin' rich swallowing cock like this. Fuck!" Tommy felt a cold lump in his belly when he thought about Hank lining up strangers to force their cocks down his tender throat, but was brought back to reality when Hank started bucking his hips as he came in Tommy's throat.

"Ahhhh, Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he called out. Mr. Miller rubbed his spent, slimy cock on Tommy's red-cheeked face as Bert rammed his eight inch cock in his ass. He would have fallen if Ernie hadn't been holding him up from below and sucking on his cock. Tommy's thin, sweaty body was shoved back and forth with the force of Bert's thrusts in his sore asshole, his face slamming against Hank's cock.

The 10 year old felt a dull pain in his hips when Bert gripped them hard. He groaned loudly, and Tommy felt the man's cock swell and pulse as it sent thick streams of hot cum into his rectum. Tommy's cheeks burned in humiliation, but his narrow hips jerked as he fucked Ernie's mouth.

When Bert pulled away, Ernie scrambled out from under Tommy's bent body and lined his face up behind the child's gaping asshole. Tommy felt the man's lips press against his ass and a slippery tongue tease his anus, sucking his friend's sperm from the red, swollen hole.

"Mmmm," Bert said to Hank, watching as his friend sucked his cum from Tommy's ass, "Nothing like fresh cum from a preteen boy's asshole, eh, Buddy?" Hank smiled and joined in another high-five.

Ernie knelt upright and helped Tommy to a standing position, turning him around so they faced each other. With a hand on either side of the boy's face, he pressed his lips to Tommy's. Ernie pushed his tongue between Tommy's lips and drooled the cum he had sucked from the boy's ass into his mouth. He pulled back and smiled.

"Swallow it, Whore," he whispered. Tommy smelled semen on the man's breath. He gulped down the blend of saliva and sperm, grimacing more at the feeling than the taste. Ernie took the child's small cock in his hand and turned to Hank.

"You know," he said, "I'm pretty sure the little slut's dick was leaking when I was sucking it. You think he's ready to cum for real?" Tommy's hips twitched back and forth as the man jerked his penis

"Maybe," Hank mused, "Wanna see?" Bert and Ernie both nodded, and Hank left the room for a moment.

He returned with a sheet and a bottle of baby oil, as well as a camera. He laid the sheet on the couch and told the boy to sit. Then he poured a stream of oil on Tommy's belly, letting it trickle over his hairless genitals. Ernie and Bert sat on either side of the naked boy, and Hank knelt in front. Their hands spread the slick fluid all over Tommy's body, and he enjoyed the feel of their slippery fingers on his slick skin. They teased his nipples, and rubbed his arms while Hank ran his hands over Tommy's thighs, sliding them up toward his crotch and back to his knees. He slipped his palms along the 10 year old's inner thighs and pressed his thumbs against Tommy's freshly fucked anus, then tickled the underside of his tight ball sac.

Tommy moaned despite himself when Ernie took his hard little cock in his big fist and pumped it slowly. After a couple of minutes, he let go and Bert took control, pulling and twisting the reddened organ until passing it to Hank. The three perverts played with Tommy's underage cock for half an hour, pulling and squeezing it, until Tommy was delirious with lust. He moaned and writhed on the couch, his fists knotted in the loosed sheet under his naked body. His cheeks were flushed and sweaty, and his hair stuck to his temples in dark clumps.

"Oh, oh, uh - uh!" he panted and gasped as the men manipulated his young penis.

Hank was fisting his cock when Tommy lifted his hips from the couch, his heels digging into the carpeted floor. His back arched and his mouth opened in a soundless cry. His little body went rigid, and the men grinned at each other.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh!" Tommy gasped, and a thin white jet erupted from the end of his small cock, arcing in the air over his belly to land on his chest in a white streak. This initial volley was followed by several more thin strings of sperm as the boy experienced his first real orgasm. Tommy's thin body jerked as he came, gasping and panting.

When he finished, his naked body collapsed on the couch, and he struggled to catch his breath as the men caressed his young body reassuringly and complimented him.

"Nice job, Baby!" Hank said.

"That was quite a load, Big Guy!" Ernie said. Bert bent down and kissed him, and Tommy let him slip his tongue into his mouth without flinching.

He was amazed. It had felt better than anything he could recall ever feeling. He wanted to do it again right away, but he was feeling sleepy and disinterested at the same time. He just lay there, relaxed, as the strangers fondled his body, unconcerned.

"Hey, you're turning into a real man, Buddy!" Hank told him. Tommy smiled weakly, despite his situation.

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Ernie and Bert left, and Hank turned to look at his naked charge, sting on the couch.

"Better get you cleaned up before I send you home, I guess," the man said, looking at the oily boy.

Tommy followed his neighbor upstairs where Hank gave him a bath, using the opportunity to fondle the boy's naked, soapy body.

By the time Ann returned to retrieve her son, Hank had him cleaned up and dressed.

"See you tomorrow, Buddy!" Hank called. He waved as Ann grinned and waved back. He watched the mother and son walk back to their house next door, side by side, noticing how their hips swayed in rhythm.

A new plan began to form in his mind, and he smiled, thinking.