Stripping It Bare
By Fluxxx

	So where does one start something like this?
	Where does one start their autobiography?
	When that person is a stripper, sometimes porn star and sometimes whore, does anyone care?

	I suppose those questions’ll be answer by any that read this, if anyone cares to.

	My name’s Jeph, Jeph Gengson. At least that’s my name now, or Little Sir ifn you’ve seen my movies. By the time I finish this, I guess I’ll be about thirty, and lucky to be that old.

	So why do I do this, why do I sell myself? Because its fun. Really, I got started young , thirteen for stripping, nine for porn and sex, not that I was giving a choice about that last one. Sure, fourteen is young, sixteen you’re more or less an adult and on your own. 

	That change happened about the time I started grade school. I started young, and looked young, I wasn’t quite six in my first year as I was born at the end of October, the 28th, 1986, the last day of the eleventh month of the year. Back then school was changing, the days started later, 0830 for all grades, ten minutes to get ready, five for your moment, a moment of silence, five minutes of studying, five minutes of prayer, whatever you wanted. Then ten minutes more of homeroom, various announcements, hand outs, schedules, those things. Then it was off to class. A seven hour day including forty-five minutes for lunch, then home. No summer vacation, that was why we graduated at sixteen, we spent more time in school every year. School taught more too, teaching a sorta beginning college level courses before you got out at sixteen. 

	Of course the law had some trouble catching up, technically you graduated before you were an adult, so for two years credit cards, loans, rentals, sex, adult life things, that stuff was difficult. Technically illegal in a lot of cases, the law really didn’t care if it was kept on the down low.

	Most of that I heard about, I didn’t get past grade school. I wasn’t a drop out per se, rather I got arrested a little past my ninth birthday. No, I didn’t go to prison or any of that, nor did I go to jail, hell, I didn’t even go to the police station. Turns out the deputy who arrested me was part of a ring of pedophiles, some of the biggest producers of cubbie porn in the world.

	Yep, deputy, I grew up outside of town, a mostly rural area, dad worked at a farm, I went to school in town. I was home alone a lot, as mom had died shortly after I was born, I never really knew the story, and dad worked long hours, sometimes six and even seven days a week.

	We didn’t have a police department, instead the county sheriff patrolled, backed up by the state rangers. Couple of the other people in the ring worked in various government jobs, so that meant they knew every time the Federal Police came looking. They knew how they worked, had scapegoats handy and of course had the inside edge, so the ring wasn’t going anywhere. It worked off a farm even further out of town, more of a ranch, a tax seized property that’d fallen off the books. Remember, like I said, some of the ring worked in various parts of the county government.

	I don’t remember what he arrested me for, something stupid I’m sure, prolly something that wasn’t really a crime even, he just saw something he wanted. I was cuffed, but instead of being put in the back seat like I’d seen in the movies, he just threw me in the trunk. I was scuffed and bruised by the time he stopped. Pulling me out, he took me into a barn, and shoved me into a dog box, promising to take the cuffs off if I went in. I did, and he did.

	That was the start of it, I was left there for hours, until someone came for me. It was prolly around dinner time as I was hungry and thirst, but they didn’t care. The deputy, Tanner, maybe his name, maybe not, he like to beat the boys with a belt, him and Terry. They dragged me out, tore my clothes off, and looked me over. Tugged at my cock, lifted my tail and spread my ass. Shoved a finger into it none to gentle. 

	Those words I didn’t know, but they were part of my education, my interactive sex ed. They taught me things as they explored, my thingie was my cock, my boy noodle, my dick, my shaft, and so on. My butt or ass, my butt hole, asshole or more often, boy pussy. Fingers at first, well lubed, one then two, then cocks. Then I was taught about sucking cocks, and sometimes cleaning them, that was nasty. My cock got little attention, and crying or refusing got me slapped, spanked, tanned and or whipped. 

	The first year was the worst, that was when they taught me everything and what my place was. It was towards the end of it that things got interesting. I was nearly ten, but still young looking, still am, back then I prolly looked barely eight years old, and these days I still get carded. I was in a bad mood for some reason, I had a lot of reasons. They’d paired me up with some old mutt who’d paid to participate, that was how they ran things, they didn’t pay any of their performers, us kids didn’t get a choice, and the adults once vetted paid to play with us. Some had a particular kid that turned them on, some just wanted to play with a kid. Some thought they were showing us a good time, some just wanted to fuck cubs, and some just wanted to fuck anything that would let them, and obviously we weren’t allowed to say no. 

	This was one of the latter, some pathetic older guy who was desperate for someone that would tell him how great they were. I wasn’t in the mood; sure, that’s a sure way to get a real beating, but I didn’t care. When he tried to make me fawn over how great he was, I let him have it. I told him what I thought straight up, and he… Well, he went silent, he stared at me, this naked man… and his cock grew harder. I didn’t know what to do, but the director did, she, Sheila, she told me to tell him what to do, and coached me. He followed my orders like an obedient puppy, and I had a really good time. 

	Here I was getting beaten and raped, sometimes made to rape other kids, mostly boys, though there was the occasional girl, and now I was in charge. I fucked his ass, his mouth, made him beg for his pleasure, it was great, and the director loved it. So did my co-star, and that was the beginning of my new career, less beatings, more treats.

	This was new for them, the kids were disposable, we’d where out, get too old and get dumped somewhere, even be sold sometimes if the price was right. We were always expected to be little more than living fuck toys. And then there was me, the dom cub, the big bad dog… Well, sorta, I still looked at good two to three years under my age but that made my films easy, and extended my longevity.

	After that, although occasionally they put me in regular films to remind me not to get uppity, that was my new job, domming adults. My movies had me being sent to the Principal’s office for punishment only to put them in their place. Abusing my ‘parents’, or guiding my guidance counselor to the joys of serving pups. All kinds of predictable stuff, and adults paid really big money to be my toy. A lot of men, the occasional woman, and even a few of the other genders now and then. What a life, less beatings, more treats, better room.

	Yeah, room, my own this time. Once they’d educated me, I’d been put in the dorm with the rest of the boys. A locked room full of bunk beds, we were allowed to fuck if we wanted, some were more aggressive than the others. They didn’t stop it, the boys had one room, the girls another, and so long as no one got hurt, they figured it was good, got us used to it, and helped break us. My new room was barely more than a closet, less space than I had in the dorm, but at least it was mine.

	Life went on like that, since I looked so young, they could keep me longer, but I was a precocious kid before they grabbed me, and being a porn star didn’t change that. I knew this couldn’t go forever, sooner or later I’d aged out, so on a particularly big and complicated shoot, one that involved me playing with a feral horse (damn they got big cocks, smelly though) and several adults and kids. Basically I took over a farm, a thirteen year old kid riding in like it was the wild west, tying up and raping the adults, even using my horse to break them. Prolly the sickest film I ever did, but damn that was fun.

	I talked the gang into celebrating. Sure, I was a kid, and one of their victims, but I’d been playing my cards right for years. When I first got the dom role, I forgot my place a bit, but was reminded of it. But I learned, I learned who was soft, and while I couldn’t dom any of the gang, some were easier to persuade then others, I earned rewards, helped come up with great ideas that made them money. I was special, and I used that. 

	They knew a strip club an old place, still reachable from the freeway, on the old Federal highway, or rather what’d been one. Not much was left of the old oasis, just a gas station and the strip club, but that meant it was a town unto itself. Rules were bent, there wasn’t really anyone to enforce the law, just the rangers and deputies, and it was within the gang’s work area, so they were friends with the owner. We drank, ate, watched the girls that were stripping. I asked if I could do that, so Tanner asked the owner. Next thing I knew, I was up on stage, no one was asking if I was sixteen, they just watched me dance badly to the music and take my clothes off. 

	I didn’t make much in tips, the audience hadn’t expected something like me, but they didn’t run away either. That was good enough for the owner, so when I came back to the table, I asked if I could do that again. Since I was losing my popularity as a star, they figured why not, so they let me.

	That was my career for the next two years or so. Sure, I did movies now and then, I even went home with the occasional customer. I also bribed the DJ not to count my tips accurately. He got to keep more of them, I got to spend more. My spare time there was spent studying for my Graduation Degree, condensed school work, everything I needed to learn from school in two years. 

	I also researched how to get emancipated. I didn’t hate my dad or anything, its just that after six years of this, almost five of them on my terms, I didn’t want to go back home and be the dutiful son. 

	Once those were done, the pieces were in place for an anonymous call to the Federal Police. This time they knew why in nearly twenty years they’d never caught the ring. This time, they did it all themselves, all in secret. No state or county police, just Marshals and Federal Police. The end of the ring. The other kids went back home or to child services, all of them but me. 

	I wasn’t quite fifteen, but I had emancipation in order, and my diploma. I wasn’t an adult, I was an independent minor. I found a room, got a boring normal job, and kept my nose clean for about three years. When I turned eighteen I found a male strip club and took up dancing. Great place, mostly men going there, but there were some girls, and some in betweeners. I made good money, turned the occasionally trick, and even hooked up with a studio. Looking young was great for business, its amazing how many want to see something young, but are embarrassed by the truth; they pay good money for legal that looks illegal, let me tell you.

	The studio was a blast, they didn’t think I could dom, didn’t believe me when I said I had years. I asked them to do a test film with a sub, big, strong like a stallion or such was fine. That was when I met my boyfriend, a ram, gay, ex high school football player who usually subbed for even bigger guys, stallions, rhinos, bears and other big guys. He’d almost laughed when he walked in and saw me, but it didn’t take me long to have him down on all fours and begging. Damn but that was fun, and we became inseparable, not just for our many movies together, but we moved in together, he wears my collar, and even shares my bed occasionally, if he’s a good boy.

	Nah, I’m kidding, he’s a great boy, and he spends every night with me.

	No, I’m not perfectly well, you don’t grow up like that and not have problems, but when you turn the tables on your abusers, it does a lot for you. Its been said that the best revenge is living well, and me, I’m enjoying showing off what I’ve got, have a beautiful adoring goat to go home to thirteen months of the year, one that doesn’t get jealous if I play now and then, so long as I play safe and come home to him. Plus I have tons of adoring fans, what more could a pup want? And I have a professional to talk to when my were isn’t enough. 

	My childhood was weird, but my adulthood is great.