"Oh, yeah, Baby," Hank panted, "Almost there!"

He held Tommy - his naked, 10 year old next door neighbor - in his lap, facing him. His thick cock was wedged in the child's anus, and Hank held the slender boy by the waist, pushing him up and down on his cock, fucking him deep. Tommy gasped, red-faced; sweat coating his forehead. His hair cluing to his face in damp strings. Tears filled his eyes.

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah, here it comes. Here it come!" the older man gasped. He held tightly to the boy's narrow waist and forced him down hard on his cock, burying it deep as the stiff shaft spurt semen deep into his bowels.

Tommy whined when he felt the hard rod twitch and pump its load in his ass. The 10 year old was used to this treatment, but still hated it. His neighbor, Mr. Miller, had been using him for sex for weeks now, slowly turning the child into his personal sex toy, and prostituting him out to his friends and associates.

The boy had sex with strange men on a daily basis, though Tommy neither wanted nor enjoyed it.

But Hank didn't care. He treated the boy as if Tommy were a total slut that loved sex. And the boy tried hard to deny that he did like some of it. He rarely felt any pain when a hard cock slid into his asshole any more. He could take a long, thick, hot cock deep in his ass now easily. He thought of the heavily veined cocks he had to suck, and how the men wanted him to lick their balls, and hold them in his hands while he took their long hard shafts down his throat. He thought about how soft the skin felt around their testicles, and the way the egg-shaped orbs rolled hotly in his fingers.

The taste of the skin stretched tight over the hard cocks.

The clean, strong scent of the semen as it pumped onto his tongue, and slid in slimy lumps down his gulping throat -

He snapped back to reality as Hank lifted him from his wilting cock, humiliated that he had been day-dreaming fondly about the disgusting sex acts the perverted neighbor and his associates had been forcing on him for so long.

Hank turned him in his lap and held Tommy around the waist as he took the boy's small, hard cock in his big hand and started stroking it.

This Tommy liked. The young boy had experienced his first real orgasm the other day. It had been forced on him by Hank and a couple of friends. They had stroked and pulled and squeezed Tommy's poor little cock until it had exploded, spraying semen all over his chest and belly.

Tommy had jerked himself off again later that same night, and every night since. And Hank had been playing with his little dick more since then too.

Tommy lay back against Miller's chest and closed his eyes while the man manipulated his hard red penis. Tommy gasped and moaned when his cock spit a few thin streams of sperm onto his belly. Miller scooped the clear fluid up on his fingers and fed the slime to the 10 year old boy, even sliding two digits into Tommy's asshole and gathering the semen Hank had left there and wiping it on the boy's tongue.

"Well, better get you home, Boy," Hank said jovially as he set the naked boy on the floor, "Your mom will be home soon."

Tommy's mother had no idea what went on at Hank's house during the day. She thought the man kept watch over her son while the boy did odd jobs around Hank's house. Hank even paid Tommy's mother for Tommy's "help". Hank used some of the money he made whoring Tommy out to his friends to pay Tommy's mother.

It was totally humiliating to the boy. As were the clothes Hank bought for him, and his mother forced him to wear out of gratitude. Today Tommy wore a pair of tight fitting bike shorts two sizes too small, and a see-through mesh tank top with no sleeves.

Hank walked the boy home and Ann greeted them at the door. She ushered Tommy inside and accepted the $20.00 the neighbor offered her gratefully.

Hank lingered on the stoop, and Ann waited, smiling.

"Ann," Hank started.

"Yes, Hank?" the 30 year old woman replied.

"I was wondering, uh," Hank hesitated, acting nervous.

"Yes?" Ann encouraged gently.

"Well, if you would like, I was wondering if you'd like to go out and get a bite to eat," Hank blurted, "Some place nice."

"Oh, Hank," Ann said, blushing but clearly pleased, "You're so kind, but you've done so much for us already, I wouldn't want to impose too much!"

"How could it be an imposition?" Hank asked, "A date with a beautiful woman? What man wouldn't want that?" Ann blushed and looked at the ground.

"A date?" she asked demurely, pushing a lock of brown hair behind her ear and looking up at him with a smile.

"Oh, - uh - yeah," Hank stuttered, "Yeah, I guess!"

"Well, when did you have in mind?"

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Hank asked, "After work?"

"I guess. But what about Tommy?"

"Oh, I can get my buddy Bill to watch him," Hank assured her, "Not a problem!" Hank replied confidently.

"Well, if you're sure..." Ann said.

"Great!" Hank said, "It's a date then!"

Ann nodded, still blushing, and Hank turned to stroll back to his place, his shit-eating grin hidden from the young mother.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The next day, Tommy stood in Hank's front hall, adjusting the outfit the neighbor had given him to wear. It was as humiliating as anything he had ever had to wear before. More so, really. It was so bad, the man had given it to him after Ann had dropped him off, so she wouldn't see it.

The shorts were like a speedo bathing suit, but way too small. The front was slung so low, his whole abdomen was visible, almost to the root of his ten year old cock, which Hank had rubbed through the tiny shorts until it was hard. The small erection made an obvious bulged in the shorts, sticking out to the side so it didn't poke out the top. In back, the boy's pale white ass cheeks stuck out the bottoms, squeezed tightly by the stretchy blue fabric.

"They aren't comfortable!" the boy complained, pouting at the man.

It's okay," Hank assured him, "You won't be wearing them long anyway." The big man grinned down at the nearly naked boy, leering at his exposed body. The shirt Hank had given him was bright pink, with the word "Easy" scrolling across the front in bright rainbow-striped letters. Hank had assured the child that the word and the coloring were a sure sign to gay men that he was ready and eager for sex.

Tommy knew that he was neither.

The shirt was cut short to expose Tommy's white, flat belly.

"Gotta get that sweet little navel of yours pierced," Hank mused, chuckling at the look of terror on the little boy's face.

"Oh, not today!" he reassured the lad, "But soon."

Today was to be Tommy's first day as a working prostitute. Hank was taking him some place where he could "turn tricks", as Mr. Miller called it. The terrified boy would be required to approach strange men and solicit sex. Miller told him he should be able to earn a couple of hundred dollars easy.

Twenty dollars at a time.

He had six hours in which to accomplish the task. Mr. Miller had been vague about the consequences of not earning the required income, but Tommy was fearful of failure.

More fearful than of asking strangers for sex.

"Don't be nervous, Baby," Mr. Miller told him as he drove Tommy to the place he would be "working", "You'll get to practice on some of my friends first, to see how to do it."

Miller was taking him to a county park, far from any neighborhoods. Children rarely went there, as the play ground equipment was old and poorly maintained. The park itself was large and wooded, and mostly occupied by men, who hooked up for quick, anonymous meetings.

Besides the adults, teenage boys gathered to drink, smoke pot and fuck. Often they would make themselves available to men for sex, for a fee or drugs.

Tommy would be the youngest boy there, and Hank knew he would be a popular addition.

The man parked his car in a small lot, deep inside the park grounds. He got out of the car and signaled for Tommy to do the same. The ten year old slid out of the car nervously. He stood on the gravel in his new pink sneakers with the white socks Hank had given him. The shoes made his feet look huge.

"Come on, Boy," Miller said gruffly. He strolled along the asphalt path, and Tommy followed reluctantly. Miller wanted to make the sexy little boy's presence known. His outfit would make it clear why he was there.

They walked for fifteen minutes, in a big loop around the park, and back to the parking lot. A sheen of perspiration coated Tommy's thighs, belly and arms, and his cheeks were flushed a sexy pink.

"Right over there, Boy," Mr. Miller said pointing to the small bathroom building.

It was a square structure made of concrete block, with two metal doors. Tommy moved slowly to the ugly pile and turned when he reached the space between the two doors. Miller nodded reassuringly.

"Hey, Big Guy!"

Tommy jumped and turned to his right at the male voice. He saw Chuck, Mr. Miller's heavy-set black friend.

"I guess I'm your first customer," the fat man said, beaming.

"Y - yeah," Tommy replied, "I guess." Chuck looked down at him expectantly.

"Oh!" Tommy said, remembering what was expected of him, "Hey, Mister. Are you lonely?"

"Well, I guess I am, Little Man," Chuck drawled, "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, uh, " Tommy said, struggling to remember, "Uh - I'm kinda lonely too. Wanna - wanna spend some time together?"

"Depends," Chuck said, obviously enjoying the boy's discomfort, "What did you have in mind?"

"I thought," Tommy began, "I thought we could go inside and I could. Maybe..." Chuck grinned, waiting.

Tommy was suffering. It was bad enough that Mr. Miller was forcing him to have sex with strangers for money. But having to ask for it was even more humiliating. He gulped around the lump in his throat.

"Maybe I could suck your cock?" he asked timidly. Chuck looked at the boy's smooth, beautiful features. His big blue eyes looked at him imploringly, silently begging not to be made to humiliate himself more than he already had. It almost melted his heart, the boy's face was so innocent and sweet.

Almost.

Chuck pulled himself together and grinned at the boy.

"Well, I don't know...." Tommy's face fell, and Chuck's cock lurched in his pants. The nearly naked ten year old looked so desperate, so defeated, that Chuck almost came in his pants right there.

"Please?" Tommy whispered.

"What's that, Boy?" Chuck said, leaning forward, "I couldn't hear you!"

"Please?" Tommy repeated, louder, "Please can I suck your cock, Mister?"

"Well why didn't you say so, Boy? Sure you can suck my cock! But only if I get to fuck your tight ass, too!"

"Sure, Mister," Tommy said resignedly, "Anything you want."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Chuck sat on the toilet in one of the stalls, with Tommy on his lap, facing him. Chuck's thick cock was wedged up Tommy's asshole, and Chuck lifted the boy up and down on his hard pole with his big hands gripping the slender boy's waist. Tommy's mouth was full of Chuck's thick, pink tongue. Saliva ran over the boy's chin and dribbled onto his flat chest.

"Ahhhhhh - ahhhhhh!" Chuck groaned. He pressed Tommy down hard on his cock as it spewed semen into the boy's ass. Tommy squealed from the pain of the deep penetration of his ass, but Chuck wasn't listening, deaf to the boy's distress while he came.

"Better clean me up, Slut," Tommy's first customer said, pulling the child off his cock and setting him down on thin, shaky legs. Tommy looked at the man's long, purple cock with its glaze of semen with disgust. Thick clots of white goo slid down the long shaft toward his huge, hairy balls.

Taking a deep breath, Tommy gripped the slimy shaft at the base and lowered his face to Chuck's cock, taking the fat head n his mouth. The smell was strong, in the confined space. The astringent, bleachy odor assailed Tommy's nostrils, bringing tears to his eyes. He sucked the semen from the warm rod, then lapped the remainder of the slime from the lower half of Chuck's wilting cock.

"Don't forget my balls, Whore," Chuck said, and Tommy licked the lumpy semen from the man's wrinkled scrotum, too.

"Ahhhhh, yeah. That's great!" the man said, rising. He pulled up his pants and stepped around Tommy, who stood next to the toilet. His shorts were on the floor. He wore only his crop-top shirt, his hard little cock dangling between his pale thighs.

"See ya later, Kid!" Chuck said.

"Hey, wait!"Tommy cried, grabbing Chuck's wrist, "What about the money!"

"What money?" Chuck asked innocently, "You never said anything about money!" Tommy stared at the man's grinning face, realizing he was right.

"But, but I thought - "

"Sorry, Baby," Chuck said, not sounding sorry at all, "You gotta set the price before hand. Live and learn, Buddy!"

Tommy heard the man laughing as he left the bathroom, his cheeks burning with humiliation, anger and frustration.

- - - - - - - - - - -

"Not bad for your first day," Miller told the boy, "Not bad at all!" Tommy had handed Hank a wad of bills when he climbed into his car after his six hour shift of humiliation and abuse. He was naked, having lost his shorts and shirt after the third "client". But as Miller had said, he hadn't needed them. The naked ten year old hadn't left the bathroom since his second trick.

Hank held five hundred dollars in his hand.

"Five hundred, that's 25 tricks at twenty a piece! Good start!"

It had been more than 25. Besides Chuck, another ten men had skipped out without paying, so his total was actually 36 men who had fucked him. He never would have been able to do it if so many hadn't taken him two and three at a time. He told Miller his real total glumly.

"You have to learn not to give it away so much, you little cum-slut!" Hank told him, chuckling, "You can drink all the cum you want on your own time, but when you're working for me, you need to get paid!" Tommy's cheeks burned. It was even more humiliating to be accused of gulping down sperm for free because he liked it so much.

He didn't. He hated it. He hated the warm slippery, lumpy, creamy goo. The clean, fresh taste and the smell filling his sinuses from the back of his throat.

The warm, creamy texture as it spurted on his tongue

The tingle in the back of his mouth when he tasted that first hot spurt in his mouth, and the way the men moaned happily when he pulled slowly on their cocks, milking the sweet semen from their hard, throbbing erections -

Tommy sat upright, bringing himself back to reality. He had been doing it again - daydreaming about sucking cock.

As if he liked it.

But he didn't. He couldn't. He hated it, he told himself.

He turned to hear what Mr. Miller was saying, sitting on a folded blanket, put there by Hank to absorb the semen leaking from his swollen, gaping anus. Tommy was sore. His lips and tongue hurt from sucking three dozen cocks, and his anus burned from all the anal sex he had been forced to endure.

More than endure it, he had had to ask for it, even beg in some cases.

It had been the longest, worst, most humiliating day of his young life.

And it was only starting.

"Well, I'd love to let you suck me off," Mr. Miller told the naked boy, "I know how much you love my cock and all. But I have a date with your mama tonight, and I may have need of my spunk later, if you know what I mean."

Tommy stared at the man, shocked. A date? Mr. Miller was going to take his mom on a date?

And fuck her? His MOM?

Miller smiled down at the dumbfounded boy "Yeah, I can't wait. Tell me, is your mom as hot as she looks dressed? Ever seen her naked?"

Tommy shook his head.

"No? Well you should" he leaned over to speak to the boy confidentially. "I'll be sure to take some pictures for you, if I get the chance!" Tommy paled at the thought of the terrible man alone with his mom.

"But don't you worry, Baby!" Hank assured the boy, resting a big hand on Tommy's bare leg, "I got some friends coming over to watch you. They'll keep you good and busy!"

Tommy sobbed quietly as Miller's hand closed over his hard little cock. Not only had he been forced to have sex all day with strangers, Miller was going to turn him over as a captive to another bunch of perverts to abuse him while the man took his mom out on a date and attempted to fuck her, too!

He closed his eyes as a tear fell down his cheek.

At the same time, a pearly drop of clear liquid seeped from the end of his hard cock while Miler squeezed it.