Kent the Writer

Pimpr

Chapter One

Craig, a handsome young father, has signed up his boy, Codey, for Pimpr, because he needs the cash. As the little virgin sleeps down the hall, our conflicted daddy fills out the Pimpr profile for himself and his son, and realizes the app has a very, very dark side.

Craig's finger hovers over the little silver icon, hesitating for a moment, and then taps the screen of his smartphone.

Instantly the Pimpr logo pops up. It's a famous logo, but it's the first time he's seen it on his phone. It's quite simple: two silver circles. From the way they were drawn, they could have been either testicles or the cheeks of a boy's ass. It was clever, he had to admit.

After that the screen goes black for a second, then another logo appears. This one makes his stomach do a flip flop. It's just a simple gold KP, though the K was backwards so that it merged with the P. It is the logo for the famed KP Studios, the largest gay porn industry specializing in young boys. They own LOTS of other smaller businesses, including the free Pimpr app.

He hates KP studios and its evil CEO, Kent, but he couldn't deny that the app was making him excited. More excited than appropriate.

He'd made his decision about the app two days earlier. He'd been at the gym, had just finished up, when he saw two guys huddled over a smart phone. They were both naked and rock hard. It didn't shock Craig anymore – ever since the laws changed, he'd seen huge, hard cock in public A LOT. That didn't mean he liked it. He was just used to it.

He tried to ignore the pervs, but they were talking so loudly about the boys on the app. He had almost tuned them out, when one phrase caught his ear:

"Shit, I can't believe I'm about to drop fifty thousand bucks on this kid. Is it really worth it?"

The other guys cheered him on a bit, and not soon after Craig heart a CA-CHING sound, which was what played when a boy was purchased on Pimpr.

Fifty thousand dollars? he gasped. For just one buy? One night, and a kid can earn 50k? He thought for weeks about all the things 50K could do for him. Or even 100K. He could pay off the mortgage, take care of his alimony to his bitch ex-wife… maybe finally set up that home gym he wanted.

Then the shit had really hit the fan. Little Codey, his son, had broken his arm during a little league game. The idiot coaches had rushed him to the emergency room – to the only hospital in town that didn't take Craig's healthcare. It had set him back, way back – he'd had to give up his gym membership, not to mention it severely cut into the amount of time he was able to pay for a babysitter.

He'd been cooped up with his son for weeks, worrying about bills, and all the while thinking long and hard about the conversation he'd overheard at the gym.

Welcome to Pimpr!

Craig is pulled back to the present by the ping sound from his phone. A small blue smiley face had popped up on the screen, with a speech bubble coming out of its mouth.

I'm here to guide you through the setup and help you learn about how to use Pimpr. Don't worry, it'll be fun, and you'll be whoring out your kid in no time! Would you like to continue?

Two icons pop up on the bottom of his iPhone screen: A green one that says 'YES' and a red one that says 'NO.' He would become all too familiar with these icons.

Craig shut his eyes and turned his head, but his finger hit YES.

Great! Let's get started. First, please agree to our terms and services.

Craig's finger automatically hits YES under the "Do you agree?" question. "Oh, fuck!" he shouts. It was an automatic response from so many years of using the internet. Who reads the Terms of Service anyway? But this wasn't some ordinary App update – this was his one and only son's future. And he had just hit YES without reading it over.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If Craig had read the Terms of Service, he may have been dismayed to realize that he had just turned "all photos, movies, and depictions of his son" to KP studios "permanently." Under that, in very tiny print, he would have read the words "You are also signing over your son's personhood."

No use giving up now, Craig thinks, trying to forget about this error. He will tap with caution from now on.

Welcome to Pimpr! The number one boy whoring app, brought to you by KP Studios!

The blue smiley face is now talking through his phone's speaker in a young, childish voice.

Let's get started. First, we'll need some information about you, for verification purposes:

A form appeared on the screen. Craig looks it over and begins to fill it out.

AGE: 37

STATUS: Single (Divorced)

HEIGHT: 6'2 [1.88 m]

WEIGHT: 188 pounds [86 kg]

HAIR: Sandy Blonde

EYES: Blue

BODY TYPE (CHECK AS MANY AS SUITABLE): Slim, hairy, toned

COCK SIZE:

Wait a minute! Craig thinks. Why do they need my cock size? He doesn't feel comfortable putting that information through, so he attempts to hit 'NEXT' at the bottom of the screen, but it won't let him. Every time he does, the Blue Smiley says in its kiddie voice, "Please, for verification purposes, fill out ALL segments of the form."

Craig sighs, wondering how the fuck they were going to verify him using his cock size, then checked off a few boxes.

9 inches [23 cm], girthy, veiny, uncut. Blond pubes.

Now he clicks NEXT, and the voice says, "Please wait. Verifying. Please wait. Verifying."

It loads for a second, and then something shocking happens. Pimpr has pulled up a bunch of his personal photos that were stored on his social networks and phone memory. Some great pictures of him smiling, a few of him shirtless at the beach, and about 10 pictures of him naked that he had been texting to a chick he was dating last month. He thought he had deleted those…

"Is this you?" the app asks.

Craig clicks YES.

"Hold a moment. Verifying. Verifying."

The next thing that pops up on the screen is even more shocking. It's four pictures of his son, Codey. One of the boy smiling in his baseball uniform, another of him holding up a jelly fish on the beach, wearing just a speedo, and a third of the boy with white frosting all over his face. (Craig had made some terrible cupcakes for his birthday a few months ago.) Craig had taken all those pics with his phone.

But the fourth photo he doesn't recognize. It is a grainy photo of his son – like security footage. The boy is on a street corner at an ice cream truck. He is holding onto a purple popsicle, just about to lick the very tip of it. How had they gotten that photo and matched it to those he stored on his phone?

Please verify that the following information about your son is correct.

NAME: Codey

AGE: 6

HEIGHT: 3'4 [1.02 m]

WEIGHT: 40 pounds [18 kg]

HAIR: Strawberry blonde

NOSE: Button, pokable

LIPS: Pink, pouty

EYES: Green

SKIN: Pale (alabaster), one dark freckle on his inner thigh, another on his left buttock.

ASS: Plump, slightly firm, untouched

Craig's jaw just about hits the desktop. He can't believe it. What kind of technology is this? How could it know all that about his son? It was impossible. And yet, he has to admit, every bit of it is so spot on, it's eerie.

He hits the 'sleep' button on his phone and sets it face down on the desk. He can't do this. He has to stop. It is just too creepy.

He stands up and stretches, then suddenly realizes he has to take a piss. He steps out of his study and heads down the hall to the bathroom. He shuts the door and switches on the light, wincing in the brightness. It's late – almost two in the morning, and he's a little drunk. He had to be to go through with what he is doing.

He looks at himself in the mirror. He's a mess. Still in his work clothes, his black tie pulled down loose around his neck, his white shirt unbuttoned, revealing some of his furry blonde chest hair. He has big circles under his eyes. His pupils are dilated in his dark green irises, and he looked wide-eyed and a little crazy. He feels crazy.

He must be crazy.

He steps to the toilet and unzips, immediately sighing as the piss erupts from the head of his huge dong. All that whiskey had gone right through him. He looks down at his cock, so thick and heavy in his hands. He has always been proud of how big he is when soft – the ladies love it. He's uncut, and the skin is just heavy and thick and veiny as it hangs, releasing his heavy stream of piss.

He groans a little, it feels so damn good.

He finishes up, gives the big thing a few flops, and zips up – only halfway, given the fact that his dress shirt is sorta popping out the top of his fly. He's too buzzed to notice.

He stumbles back into the hallway and looks back toward his office. No. He can't go there. His phone is in there, and his phone has the app on it. It is not a good place.

He looks down the other end of the hall. His son's room. The door is cracked only slightly – as Codey liked it, given his fear of the dark. The boy's always been a bit of a wuss. That room is a good place, where his son sleeps. His one and only son, whom he loves too much to ever harm. Right?

He pads quietly down the hall, not wanting to wake his son, who is a light sleeper. Slowly he presses open the door and pops his head in.

The little boy is asleep on his tummy. He has one hand pressing up his cheek, like an angel. His right arm is bent up and over his head, still in the cast. He had broken it over a week ago, and still had several weeks until the cast came off. More medical bills. The powder blue cast looks so big on his little arm, and it's covered in signatures from friends at his school.

His little blond head of hair is a little damp with sweat – it is a hot night. His mouth opens and closes slightly as he slept, a habit that Craig had always thought was adorable.

God. Would the men who bought him think that was adorable, too?

Oh God. Craig feels sick. That thought… that thought had –

He looks down and sees his dick sticking out of his halfway down fly. Jesus – it is dripping precum, too. When did that happen? He was just… oh god. No. This isn't good.

Craig flees, away from his son, desperate to get his boner out of sight and out of mind. But damn, he has never felt this hard before.

The limp cock he had held in his fist in the bathroom just minutes ago is now at full mast. You can barely tell it was uncircumsized anymore, because his huge, massive, purple head is sticking straight out in front of him. Not unlike the popsicle from that photo…

Damn. That photo, Craig thought. It had piqued his interest. Damn. He has to go back. He has to figure out how the app had gotten that photo.

Back in the study, he picks up his phone and hit the 'sleep' button again. The thing instantly comes to life in his hands, still on the screen that was asking him to verify his son's stats.

He had only two options: 'verify' or 'go back.' He chose 'verify.'

Great! We're ready to get started, said the little voice as soon as he tapped the screen. First lets take a little tour. This is what Pimpr will look like when you open it.

The screen goes black, then opens to a page of tiny thumbnails of pictures. Pictures of boys. They fill the screen, and he scrolls down, seeing they go way down for pages. There are boys of all ages, shapes and sizes. Some are white, some are black, some are Latino, some are four years old, some are sixteen.

These are all the available boys within two miles of your home, the voice says, and Craig's jaw almost falls off this time. There has to be fifty boys, and all so close to him! He even glimpses a few neighborhood boys he recognizes, though none he knows personally.

They each have a small nickname at the top of their thumbnail. Things like Little Fairy and CumDump4yo and ILuv2Gape and ChokeMe and PissPartyBoy.

This is too much to handle.

Up at the top, you'll see the different page views you can go on. This page is called BOYS. Tap any boy's picture to send him a message or favorite him. Tap here to see MEN on the app.

Craig taps, and the screen changes again to the same setup, though this time the faces… and other things… staring back at him were all of men. No men he knew. A few of the pictures were normal headshots, just handsome smiling faces, but most were just rock hard cocks and muscular torsos. Again, there were all shapes, sizes and colors.

These are all the men who have indicated that they are willing to travel to your area. At any time, click to chat with one of them.

Craig shutters at the thought. These men are using the app for a completely different purpose. While he was signing up… maybe… for what would be called a 'Pimp' status, these guys all have a 'Customer' status. They are there to buy little boys and do God knows what with them.

Their nicknames disgust him. A picture of a big, dark, hooded, and hooked cock is associated with the nickname 'CAPTNHOOK.' A user called 'Tea Party' has just a shot of his big, low-hanging, hairy nuts, glistening with what Craig assumes is spit. 'GingerImpale' uploaded a tasteful shot of his pubes pressed up against some smooth, tiny little ass. 'IDrownToddlers' just had a goblet that was filled with what could only be cum.

Rather than investigate any of these pervs, Craig taps 'next' on the little blue bubble. The screen changes again.

This is the couples page. Here you can see guys and boys who are together nearby.

This was even more shocking! Silver horizontal lines ran across his screen, and on either end was a thumbnail. On the right was the boy, on the left was the man. The boy on the top bar was the closest – he could tell because the distance was listed in the middle of the bar connecting them. They were only 498 feet [152 m] away.

Craig swallowed hard, and though he wasn't conscious of it, his right hand slid over to his cock and slowly started to stroke it. It was still rock hard and sticking out of his zipper.

He knew that boy. He'd seen him probably a hundred times. He was always waiting for the bus when Craig dropped off Codey. A little adorable thing – scruffy brown hair and a real curious look in his green eyes. What was the boy's name? David? Danny? Denny?

Slowly Craig let his eyeballs scan over to the left. He doesn't want to see… but oh god. He can't help himself.

He looks at the thumbnail. It's just a cock. A huge Latino cock, to be precise. Massively long and pretty damn thick, too. It's got tons of foreskin.

Against his will, an image flashes through Craig's mind. It's that cute little thing, David or whatever, in some skeezy hotel somewhere. He's laying on his back all stretched out, real tiny and small.

Over him hovers some big Latino man… in Craig's imagination he's about 38 years old. He's buck naked, as is little Donny.

They're doing what Craig used to call the Old Jackhammer. But the odd thing is, they're doing it in his mouth. Craig had fucked an ass before. It was something he enjoyed doing to his bitch ex-wife. And honestly, it was probably one of the reasons she left him.

To do the Old Jackhammer, Craig would rapidly plunge his cock up and down into a pussy or anus. It was easy to do on an adult orifice, but Craig's sick imagination saw it doing it to the kid's throat.

They'd worked up quite the froth. Some of that throat-froth was all up in his nasty foreskin. But most of it was just pouring out the sides of the little boy whores mouth.

Craig banishes the thought from his mind. Why had his mind even imagined such a sick image? And why, in God's name, is his cock harder than it ever has been in his life?

This is too much. He has to jerk off. That's the problem. He's so fucking horny that he can't think straight. He can't exactly explain why he's horny, but he is.

He leans back in his chair and unbuttons first his shirt and then his pants, finally letting his cock out. It flops hard and wet against his trim and toned stomach. Craig realizes how much his zipper was squeezing his hard on, and looking down at it now, it looks so much thicker and harder than he's ever seen it. Almost like it's not his cock anymore, but some sicko's dick that was controlling his mind.

"I'll show you," he mutters to his dick and then begins beating it with two fists. He throttles his cock – it's an angry jerk-off. He's pissed off at his dick, and so he just squeezes and rubs it so fast it feels like it's going to burst into flames. Good thing he's oozing precum like a faucet, or otherwise he'd probably have left burn marks on his own dick.

He clears his mind, hoping that his hormones are so revved up he won't have to imagine anything to get this load out of him. Sometimes a man is just so goddamn horny, he goes into animal mode, and loses himself in the feeling of taking out his aggression on his own dick. I bet some of you readers are there right now.

He is so in the zone that he doesn't hear his son the first time he says "Daddy." Even though the little boy is standing in the threshold of Daddy's office, staring at his father as dear old Dad gives his massive cock the beating of a lifetime.

Meanwhile, the cum is just about a boiling point in his balls, and he can tell just a few more strokes will bring it up and finally get rid of this demon. He's just about to shoot when –

"DADDY!"

This time Craig hears it. He opens his eyes and stops jerking, staring wide-eyed (and a little crazy-eyed) at his little boy. The kid is staring in shock, eyes and mouth wide open, cradling his little broken cast-arm at his side. His not-broken hand holds his teddy bear by the arm. He's wearing an adorable little pajama set – baseballs and bats, his favorite.

Craig takes a deep breath. He can't say anything to his kid, because he has to focus his entire mind on NOT ejaculating. He can only gulp at air, stare at his son, and will his cock to hold back the spew that is just dying to come out and "spray hello."

"Son, I –" but that apparently does it. Saying the word 'Son' pushes him over the edge.

Craig gives his son a first row seat to the biggest orgasm of his life. He literally screams as it erupts out of him, rushing up from his nuts and out his assault weapon that is his dick.

Little Codey is shocked. He pulls his teddy bear tight to his chest as he stares with the widest, greenest eyes at his father in full throes of a serious orgasm.

Craig's hands are behind his head, flexing his nice but not too big biceps. His cock flops wildly, like a firehouse, unable to be controlled because of the force of the orgasm. The first few spews land up his neck and in his beard, then down his hairy chest and stomach.

But then his cock gets a second wind. Really it's the TRUE orgasm – the first one was just a preshow. This is when he really starts gushing. And the cock sprays wildly in big arcs, some of it even hitting the low ceiling. Good thing he set his phone face down, too, because the back of the case is drenched.

And I know what you're wondering. In the wild spray, did any of it hit the little guy watching the show from the door? Well, yes. Yes it did.

The final spray of cum sent Craig's cock whizzing in a straight line across the room, splattering as it went. Codey was in the line of fire.

A thick white rope splattered him from his right nostril down in a slant across his lips and chin and then down on his little tummy, ruining his PJs. Poor thing. This is probably as bad as his night is gonna get, right?

Say it with me readers: WRONG!!!

Craig comes to, and he's horrified. But still throbbing and rock hard, much to his chagrin. He does his best to jam his cock back into his pants, though the thick and wet head can still be seen over the waist. He rushes over to his little son and picks the shocked tyke up, cradling him in his arms.

"Oh, God… Codey… I – " He's at a loss for words. How do you explain to a kid his age what was going on? And what would soon be going on if he finished filling out that app? He can't rightly say, Well, son. See, Daddy just shot about a gallon's worth of your brothers and sisters all over the place, and you got a healthy dose of your siblings all over your face.

"You were dreaming!" he burst out somehow as he rushed the boy down the hall and into the bathroom. God, Codey wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, but he was smart enough to know when he was awake.

He sets the boy on the sink and quickly wets a paper towel. "You were dreaming all about Daddy being silly," he said as he wiped his jizz off his virginal six-year-old son.

He had about half of it cleaned up when the doorbell rang.

"Shit!"

"Daddy!" his son chided.

"Sorry, Codey. Here," he handed the boy the cummy towel. "Finish wiping yourself off and go back to sleep."

"I thought you said I was dreaming, Daddy!" Codey said, a curious look in his eye.

"Erm, yes… right…" was all he could get out. Desperate to get away from his cum-coated son, he leaves the bathroom and heads downstairs to answer the door. When he opens it, there's no one there. Then he looks down and sees a small, silver box lying on his doorstep.

Craig bends own and picks it up, then gulps as he notices the logo on the top of the box. Sure enough, it was KP Studios. The tag on the box had the Pimpr symbol. It read:

Dear Craig,

Thanks for joining Pimpr! Here's a free gift as a show of gratitude. Use this when in doubt!

Craig swallows again as he opens the box with his trembling hands. Inside is some silver tissue paper, and resting in the middle is a small, brown bottle.

He plucks up the bottle and holds it up to the porch light to examine it.

"Oh no…" he mutters. It was KP Brand Adult Poppers. The best poppers in the world. Shit, these things cost a fortune – and here was a free bottle?

Craig had never tried the new poppers that had been developed since everything changed. Apparently the government had spent billions creating two lines of the best poppers ever: KP Brand Adult Poppers and KP Brand Popperz for Kidz.

The kids ones were apparently ferocious, but the adult ones… well… everyone who tried them said there was nothing quite like it. They apparently took you to a sexual paradise like none other. He had had more than one friend who had been 'converted' to the new way of things by those poppers.

For a moment, Craig considers throwing the poppers out into the lawn, but then he reconsiders. These are expensive – maybe he can sell them, right?

He slips them into his pocket and returns inside. He creeps up the stairs, listening for sounds of his son moving about. But it's silent. He gets to the top of the stairs and turns down the hall.

What a good boy. Just as he'd been told, Codey is back in bed and fast asleep, his head resting under his cast. He has done a pretty good job cleaning himself up, though Craig winces when he sees there is still a big white glob on one side of the kid's head, slowly being absorbed into his curly blond hair.

Craig goes back to the bathroom to give himself one more look in the mirror. He looks so goddamn tired and strung out. He leans forward to rub some cold water on his face, and it refreshes him. But as he stands back up, he hears a tiny clink, and realizes he still has the poppers in his pocket.

He reaches in to look at the bottle. There are no warning labels like there used to be on such things. Just a simple silver and gold label with a smiley face on the top of the cap.

What's one sniff? Craig thinks, feeling guilty already. Just one sniff can't be bad. I won't breathe in deep – I'll just take a quick whiff, just to get a taste of it. I'll probably never have access to these again, so I should probably experience it just once. Here, I'll lock the door so nothing happens.

Deep in the back of his mind, Craig knows he's really just rationalizing this all. Some part of him must know that his kid is already as good as sold. But he pretends that he hasn't sunk that low, that he still has respect for little Codey down the hall. Once he locks the bathroom door, he turns back to the mirror and undoes the lid of the poppers bottle.

Just the smell let out into the air is intoxicating, and Craig feels a little like he might pass out. But then it subsides, and he feels awesome. Better than he ever has. His cock is already at full mast – but there's a pulsing coming from it that makes him feel amazing throughout his body.

He lifts the bottle to his nose and takes a whiff.

Instantly he blacks out. He can't se anything, but it doesn't frighten him at all. It's almost as if he's not Craig anymore, not conscious. Instead, he's a cock. Not just a cock – HIS cock. His self-awareness has traveled from his brain to his penis, and it feels like nirvana.

Even though he's not even touching himself, he can feel a warm, wet, squishing on his dick. It's better than any pussy he's ever fucked – and he's fucked a lot. It's not the feeling that's better, somehow, but the emotion. That it's right. That there's something about what he's doing that is incredibly RIGHT. That something that feels so good could only be that RIGHT. Something has clicked in his brain.

And then, just as suddenly, it fades away. He comes down from his high and is shocked to find that he's sitting at his desk, his phone in his hand. And the screen says:

Thank you! You've officially signed your son up for Pimpr. To view his profile, tap here. The responses should be rolling in any minute, Craig!

"Oh god…" Craig said, staring in shock at his phone. "What have I done?"

He was looking at the BOYS screen again, and up at the very top, in the left-hand corner, was the picture of his son eating the ice cream. It was perfectly cropped so that it was just his adorable little face and the big, rough popsicle coming right at his mouth. In close up, it was easy to see there was some white melted ice cream dripping down the tip of his nose.

His heart thumping in his chest, he tapped on little Codey's photo. The picture popped up into full screen, and along the left he could see the other pictures the program had dug up somehow.

Along the right was his son's profile. His own son's profile on the gay pimping app. Oh god, what HAD he done? He could see the boy's name, Codey, and the stats. There was a field for his PROFILE NICKNAME, but it had yet to be filled out.

Underneath his stats was a space for a bio, also empty, and below that was what really horrified Craig.

It read:

"JESUS CHRIST!" Craig exclaimed, then immediately listened to see if he had woken his boy up. How had this happened? He took one hit of poppers – had he signed his kid up for all this while he was high?

Well, no problem. There was a big 'EDIT' button at the top. He tapped it, and sighed relief when he saw the list of the items he had checked off. He tapped to uncheck them, but nothing happened. He tapped again, but nothing happened. He began tapping frantically, and when he stopped, the voice said:

We're sorry, you cannot change your boy's action until you have been upgraded to GOLD status. You are currently at SILVER. To reach GOLD, your child must raise $40,000.

"Oh no…" Craig said. He was nearly in tears. Images of his son flashed through his mind involuntarily. Codey in tears, gagging on a giant black cock. Codey, alone in a hotel room, cowered in the corner as 25 men drink cocktails and jerk off looking at him.

His little son's face absolutely drenched in the cock snot.

His little son's asshole stretched until it's nothing more than a hanging-open, purple, swollen ring big enough to drive his Thomas the Tank Engine toy through.

"STOP!" Craig shouts at himself and slams his fist on his desk. Why were these images running through his mind? Was it the after effects of those poppers?

Craig knew what he should do. He should delete the app, burn his phone, and apologize to his son by taking the kid to the amusement park tomorrow. But Craig somehow couldn't – he wanted to stop doing what he was doing, but he was so locked in, so curious, and so goddamn horny, he just couldn't shut off the phone.

He tapped on the blank space next to his son's BIO. The cursor blinks at him a moment, and then he sighs and begins to fill it out.

Hi, my name is Codey, and I'm very new to this.

He deletes what wrote. That sounded stupid.

Hi, my name is Codey, and I'm a virgin. Oh god, no. He deletes that too. It's way too sexual. This makes him laugh despite himself – the whole thing is supposed to be sexual, after all. He feels so terrible laughing at a moment like this, but he can't help himself. And his guilt only makes his cock harder.

God, why is this so hard? This is by far the most difficult thing he has ever done. Signing his own child up for a real life prostitution app? Is he insane??

A brown glint catches the corner of Craig's eye. He looks over and sees that somehow, in his poppered out haze, the bottle of the stuff has made its way to his desktop. Right next to his keyboard.

He looks at it for a moment, and feels his nose start to itch. God, it had been so wrong, but it felt so amazing!

And it had made filling out the app so much easier. He'll just do one whiff, and then throw the bottle out. For sure.

He quickly grabs the bottle, unscrews the cap, and lifts it up to his nose. This time he takes a big, long hit, and once again blacks out.

And oh wow, what a good idea it was to take a big hit. This time, instead of just a feeling in his cock, he has a full-on hallucination.

He looks down to see his rock hard monster really giving it to the tiniest, palest ass he had ever seen. Each stroke of his hand in the real world translated into that gooey, squishy, velvety feeling. That only children have. Children like Codey…

The hallucination begins to set in as the poppers fully enter his brain. He was no longer at his desk. Instead, he was in some unknown place with his son. And it was his son's miniature, pale little ass that he was pounding.

It was no longer a cock in his fist. It was a fistful of his son's silky blonde curls. He felt like he was trying to yank the kid's scalp off. His dick was still plunging into that velvety hole, but now he could actually hear the sounds.

The SLAP SLAP of his big balls banging up under his kid's belly. The SQUIRT SQUISH of his cock ramming home into Codey's upper intestine.

And the weird, guttural screams. Oh lord, the screams.

Craig came to, though his mind was still very, VERY hazy. For a moment, he worried that he had really fucked his son But he looked down at his dick and saw no ass slime, as he would expect. And Codey was still silently sleeping down the hall.

God, he felt dizzy.

He looked down at his phone, clicked on the screen.

"Oh god," he moaned as his eyes scanned the page. It was Codey's profile still, but the 'Bio' section was no longer empty. Someone – presumably Craig while he was poppered out – had filled it in with this:

NICKNAME: TheCastedKid

Hi! My name is Codey. I'm a six year old boy slut! I love EVERYTHING having to do with cock and cum! I just don't know it yet! My daddy wants me to become the slut that I am, to live my life addicted to cock and cum! But he'll never admit it. He's a good daddy, so this will be our little secret, OK?

In his final moment of his haze, Craig hits the save button.

Then his mind snaps back to reality. The poppers designed by KP Studios had been developed in laboratories, he knew, and thus they knew when their purpose had been served.

Craig blinks heavily then looks down at his phone.

Thank you for choosing a SECRET STATUS, the screen read. You will not be able to view, update, or change this status at any time unless otherwise notified.

"WHAT??" Craig says a bit too loudly. How is that possible? Why is that even a feature?

He racks his brain trying to think of what the profile had said. He knew it was bad, but the poppers were doing funny things to his memory. Something about addiction… and pigs? Oh god what was it?

And what exactly had he filled out on his son's 'will do' list? Something about toys and puppies, right? That didn't sound so bad.

But still, why couldn't he remember things clearly? "Those poppers are dangerous," he mumbles to himself. Then suddenly he gets very angry. He feels taken advantage of – tricked into putting his son up for sale.

Craig has a lack of self-awareness, doesn't he?

Craig was so angry he wanted to throw his phone, but then it vibrated in his hand.

He looked down and saw that the blue envelope at the top left of the screen now had a little red circle on it. In that circle was the number 3

Craig watched that number as it changed to 4… 5… 8… 12… 17

Yes… the messages were rolling in from all over the place.

What message would you send? Put it in the comments, or email the author for a link to a poll where you can fill out your own Pimpr ideas

Chapter Two

Craig has all but given up on Pimpr, until he starts exchanging messages with a dad who is a bit more experience. He ends up way over his head.

Digger Daddy: Well hey there, little slut. Sounds like your daddy isn't being very nice to you, is he? Your cum addiction will be just between you and my two heavy nuts. I'll fill you up with so much sperm you'll get pregnant. Every time you burp or fart you'll have a reminder of me for at least a week. Your cunt will never be the same. 11 inches [28 cm]. I know you want to try some stranger dick, so hit me up when you're free.

The Casted Kid: WOAH! Cool down dude! What the fuck? This is not my son. I accidentally started up this app and I can't figure out how to delete it.

Digger Daddy: LOL sorry dude. It's just your kid's profile is awesome.

The Casted Kid: Well he's not for sale.

Digger Daddy: Technically, he is for sale. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have a profile on here.

The Casted Kid: Dude… back the fuck off. It was a mistake.

Digger Daddy: Sure, dude. My kid was on here as a mistake too. At least at first. That seems to be how all the boys start out.

The Casted Kid: Your kid's on here??

Digger Daddy: Yep. I'm just using my daddy profile.

The Casted Kid: What's that?

Digger Daddy: It's a profile you can use when you want to fuck some of the boys on here.

The Casted Kid: Disgusting! No way! You fuck little kids?

Digger Daddy: Hey, some of them need it.

The Casted Kid: What?? How can you say that! They're just little boys!

Digger Daddy: Oh, I know. Little boys are some of the sluttiest creatures on the planet. Trust me.

The Casted Kid: That's disgusting…

Digger Daddy: Tell that to my kid.

The Casted Kid: What do you mean?

Digger Daddy: My kid's a whore. HUGE whore. He didn't used to be, but Pimpr changed all that.

The Casted Kid: See? That's exactly why I gotta get rid of this profile.

Digger Daddy: No… that's not what I meant. I mean my kid has ALWAYS been a whore. I just didn't realize it until Pimpr showed me. And I bet the same is true about your kid.

The Casted Kid: What do you mean?

Digger Daddy: Look, there are some little boys who are designed for cock. They have little bubble butts and cute, puffy little pink lips. Now, not all cute boys are whores, but many are. My kid was just an adorable little boy, and now he's a cock FIEND. The kid is on the hunt 24/7.

The Casted Kid: No way… that has to be rape…

Digger Daddy: Dude, do you mind switching profiles? It's kind of creepy to be talking to a kid slut who's not really a kid. Just go up to settings and select 'change profile.' It should be all set for you.

The Casted Kid: My kid's not a slut! But hold on.

***

Craig puts his phone down and buries his head in his hand. Why is he doing this? Just a few nights ago, he had decided once and for all to destroy his phone. He'd been sure he was going to do it when he got home, but he just left it sitting on his desk. He'd stare at it, afraid of the stupid thing, knowing that it contained a very dangerous app that could be the end all and be all of his son's innocence (and his boy hole, for that matter). Pimpr.

But for some reason, he couldn't get rid of it. He still didn't check it for days, and then today he broke. He admits, it was because he was horny. He woke up in the middle of the night with a killer boner, and he had to get rid of it. His computer was in the shop, and no one owned porn that wasn't on the Internet anymore… so his phone was his only option.

When he saw how many messages Codey had racked up – 528 – he had to start reading them. Curiosity got the best of him, and though he'd never admit it to anyone, it made his cock harder than ever reading about all the men that wanted to do Codey.

But this guy's message had been so vile that he had tapped into Craig's waning fatherly instincts. Suddenly Craig wasn't the perv jerking off to messages from strangers who wanted to turn his kid into a cock whore – he was a good father trying to protect his flesh and blood.

But the guy had got his attention, and his curiosity was piqued more than ever before. He had to know more, even though he knew he should have just put down the phone and gone to bed. It was nearly two in the morning anyway.

Codey was sleeping down the hall, still in his bright red cast, still unaware that his father was struggling with the concept of selling his ass and mouth to any number of horny men. Codey had yet to see an adult penis aside form his own fathers (which had been a mistake), and he had no idea was sex was.

But that would change.

Craig was surprised to find he did indeed have a daddy profile that was filled out with all of his stats about his slim and toned, hairy body and veiny, girthy, 9-inch [23 cm] dick. All his pics were there, too. The only things missing were a profile 'about me' and his name. He left the profile blank and went with a simple 'DadConflicted' for the name.

***

DadConflicted: Ok… back.

Digger Daddy: Nice bud. Great profile. The kids are gonna LOVE you.

DadConflicted: I'm not here to fuck kids. No way.

Digger Daddy: Well, they'll love you all the same. My kid would die to be with that meat of yours.

DadConflicted: Are you serious?

Digger Daddy: Hell yeah. The little shit is a TOTAL size queen.

DadConflicted: How can you talk about your own child like that?

Digger Daddy: LOL after seeing some of the things he's done, it's kind of hard to think of him as human. The boy is insatiable.

DadConflicted: But he's your son!!

Digger Daddy: Well, I've seen my son on all fours taking two cocks up his ass and two in his mouth without complaint. I've seen him swallow condoms right after they came out of his cunt – not just the cum in the condoms, the actual rubbers themselves. I've seen him lap at a sweaty, hairy asshole like it was coated in honey. I've had him home sick from school because he couldn't stop puking cum. So yeah, kinda hard to think of him as a little boy when he's clearly just a sex animal.

DadConflicted: Enough, dude! I don't want to hear it!

Digger Daddy: I'm just saying, if you want to see your kid puke cum, I could help you with that.

DadConflicted: Look, can we just leave Codey out of this?

Digger Daddy: Ahhh… Codey. So that's the little casted whore's name.

DadConflicted: I SAID LEAVE HIM OUT OF IT!

Digger Daddy: I'm sorry dude. I crossed a line. I get it. I remember what it was like when I first signed my kid up. I was a total mess.

DadConflicted: You were?

Digger Daddy: Totally. I was just a normal straight guy like you. Single dad. Had a kid, was hard up for cash.

DadConflicted: Yeah? How's the cash flow?

Digger Daddy: AMAZING! The kid is a real cash cow.

DadConflicted: How much?

Digger Daddy: Now, that's not polite to ask. Let's just say that I quit my job in finance and I'm now pursuing my dream career as a cartoonist. Haven't sold anything yet, but still got a new car last year. Buying a second house next month.

DadConflicted: Wow. All thanks to that little cash cow? I mean… your son?

Digger Daddy: Yeah. It's amazing how much people will pay for a slice of nice pussy. And little boys have the nicest pussies around.

DadConflicted: Really?

Digger Daddy: Like candy, dude. I'm no faggot, but I won't ever be fucking a woman again. Not when there's so many little boys around eager to take it up the ass.

DadConflicted: But doesn't it hurt them? They're so small. My boy is so tiny…

Digger Daddy: Mine too, and yeah… it hurts them. But my kid likes that part of it.

DadConflicted: No way…

Digger Daddy: It's true, bud. You'd have to see it to believe it. But he really likes it rough. Every time he takes dick it's 'harder this' and 'deeper that.' He loves all sorts of pain shit, too. The little fag will take hair-pulling, face-slapping – and not just with your dick – even cunt destruction and prolapsing!!

DadConflicted: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? Cunt destruction??

Digger Daddy: I'll leave it up to the imagination. Let's just say it has something to do with my nickname on here.

DadConflicted: I was gonna ask you about that.

Digger Daddy: LOL. I'll explain some other time. So tell me more about Codey. Why is he on here if you're so eager to get rid of this app?

DadConflicted: Well, I actually did it for the money. I feel terrible about it, but times are kind of tough right now. And… I'm a single dad.

Digger Daddy: And it makes your cock hard.

DadConflicted: What?? No! I mean… I'm hard a lot. But… he's my son. I'd never get hard for him.

Digger Daddy: Can you be honest with me buddy?

DadConflicted: I am being honest with you.

Digger Daddy: Then tell me right now, is your cock hard?

DadConflicted: Dude, why do you have to ask that?

Digger Daddy: LOL I knew it! Don't be ashamed, buddy. It's natural.

DadConflicted: It's NOT natural! Men shouldn't be aroused by the idea of selling their own sons for sex. Pimping your own baby boy isn't natural!

Digger Daddy: It is when you're kid's a whore like ours are.

DadConflicted: MY KID IS NOT A WHORE!! I don't want to have to tell you that again.

Digger Daddy: That's what you say, but I find very few boys on here who are 'accidentally' signed up for Pimpr aren't whores. There are tests you can do, you know.

DadConflicted: What? If you're suggesting I abuse my son…

Digger Daddy: No, no. Clearly you're not ready for that yet. But there are still things you can do.

DadConflicted: Like what?

Digger Daddy: Where is the little boy right now?

DadConflicted: He's asleep. It's fucking three in the morning.

Digger Daddy: My kid's passed out too. Was a long day for him haha.

DadConflicted: Jesus… you fucked him all day?

Digger Daddy: Now you're putting words in my mouth! I don't fuck my kid on his off days. Not when I'm saving up for something like a house. Gotta keep it tight. I'll teach ya how to keep little Codey's cunt tight, too, if it gets to that. Little sluts like him have a tendency to loosen up. And before you say it, I know you THINK Codey's not a whore, but you need to test it to be sure.

DadConflicted: Fine. So what kinda tests are you talking about?

Digger Daddy: Well, if he's sleeping, there's an easy test you can do. Go look at his asshole.

DadConflicted: WHAT??

Digger Daddy: His poop shoot. His baby sphincter. His boy cunt. If he's a normal kid, it will just look like a little pink ring. Nothing special about it. But little kiddie whore cunts do something different when they sleep.

DadConflicted: What do they do?

Digger Daddy: Go find out. I'm almost certain his hole's doing it right now.

DadConflicted: BRB

***

Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to let some stranger convince him to go inspect his sleeping son's sphincter?

He was.

Craig stood up, pushed his cock down in his briefs (which was all he was wearing) and headed down the hall. As he walked, he tucked his phone into the waistband of his briefs.

He was too focused on the task at hand to realize his massive cock was still showing down the thigh of his briefs and dripping on his hairy leg, but that didn't matter. He was so curious to know what this asshole was talking about, he had to go find out.

He crept down the hall and into his son's room. The little boy was fast asleep, surely dreaming about things like race-cars and dinosaurs and whatever little boys like him like have on the brain when they're passed out. His one broken arm in its cast was up over his head, and his little, adorable face was smushed up on his pillow. His blonde locks were matted to his head with just a bit of sweat – it was a hot night after all.

Codey usually slept in just briefs, like his daddy, and tonight was no different. Craig approached the bed and slowly pulled down the covers. The little guy stirred a little but otherwise didn't react.

Codey had chosen his monkey briefs tonight – they had little monkeys and bananas all over them. Adorable, and though Craig was too distracted to notice, the sight of them made his cock throb and ooze a huge glob of precum.

Craig moved his big adult hand over his son's smooth back, resting his trembling fingers just above the boy's waistband. Then he slowly began to pull it down.

The father was so horny he almost came just from the sight of those two creamy little white globes, so smooth and perfect. So untouched. It was like looking at the first snowfall. Craig himself knew that he and many other men would be VERY happy to stomp right through that snowy patch until it was nothing but an oozing, gooey, sloppy mess.

What am I thinking?? Craig asked himself as he stared at his boys ass. He had to focus. He hadn't even hit his KP-issued Poppers yet, and he was still having nasty thoughts.

Slowly he reached forward, this time with both hands, and grabbed the globes of his son's ass gently. He took a deep breath, bracing himself. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Surly all that was going to greet him was a tiny little pink sphincter, nothing more nothing less. So why was he so goddamn nervous?

Gently, he yanked them apart, and he gasped.

In the valley of that little white bubble butt was a pink, unbelievably tiny hole. However, it was not just SITTING there like a normal child's butthole would. No, this little kiddie cunt was SINGING. Even though Codey was fast asleep, his poop chute was hard at work. It was quivering and shaking, opening and closing just a millimeter, as though it was talking to Craig.

Feed me, it seemed to say. Hurt me.

Craig quickly pulled the covers over his kid, still leaving his briefs down. He couldn't believe how quickly those little cheeks snapped back together, but that wasn't what he had to focus on. He quickly withdrew his phone from his waistband and turned it on. A message from his friend was waiting for him.

***

Digger Daddy: Is he winking??

DadConflicted: Is that what that's called?

Digger Daddy: I KNEW IT! I knew he was a slut! Sounds like he's gonna be a good anal whore too. Fuck yeah.

DadConflicted: No… this can't be happening. This isn't true. That's just a rumor. I bet all little boy's holes do that.

Digger Daddy: Yeah, right. And I'm fucking Mother Theresa.

DadConflicted: No… please… It was a fluke.

Digger Daddy: Well, there is another test you can do while he's sleeping.

DadConflicted: What is it? I'll do anything to prove you wrong.

Digger Daddy: Well, this will only work if he's an oral whore as well as a kid who loves it up his cunt. You need to finger his mouth.

DadConflicted: WHAT?? What does that mean?

Digger Daddy: Put your finger in his mouth. If he's an oral skank, he'll suck you in and start blowing your finger. If not, he'll just ignore it or wake up.

DadConflicted: Well can't I just use a lollipop?

Digger Daddy: LOL no! All kids love lollipops. Only real slutty ones suck on their dad's fingers. Go ahead, try it.

DadConflicted: BRB

***

Craig sighed. What was he doing with his life? First inspecting his kid's hole while he was sleeping, and now this? Why was he letting a stranger tell him what to do?

Still, he could ask all those questions, but the curiosity would always win out. He looked at his sleeping boy's face.

Codey was so fucking adorable, it hurt Craig's heart. When the boy slept, he was positively angelic. His big blue eyes were closed, but his little mouth was slightly open, his pink lips parting just a bit. Those pink lips… damn. They did look pretty good, didn't they?

No, Craig thought as he adjusted his throbbing cock again. This isn't right. Codey's going to wake up when I do this. Now, which finger?

He decided on his pointer finger, since it seemed to make the most sense. Slowly he pushed his finger forward toward his little angel's face. He made contact with the lips first – which were like pillows of heaven. So fucking soft. And then…

SLUUUUURP

Before Craig knew it, his thick, hairy finger was all the way in his kid's mouth. Not just the first digit, mind you. It went right down to the knuckle. It reminded Craig of when Codey was a baby and would put just about anything in his mouth. He used to suck fingers all the time.

But this was different. This kind of sucking wasn't just a baby being curious – this was hunger. This was him being totally frantic. He wanted more finger, even though he had all he could possibly get. Little fucking hoover vacuum kinda shit.

And that tongue! That smooth little kitten tongue was GOING TO WORK. It swirled around and around Craig's finger, then flicked against the tip. It even dug under his fingernail, like there might be something delicious under there.

"Holy fuck," Craig whispered.

Codey was sucking it back and forth like a little goat trying to get milk. He was effectively fucking his own face.

Craig cursed his curiosity, but he had to know. Slowly he lifted his middle finger to see if –

SLUUUUUURP

Shit. There it went. Right in alongside the first. Two fingers in the kid's mouth, and his lips already looked extremely stretched. His middle finger was even longer, and he could feel the back of the kid's throat. It felt like even Codey's uvula had muscles that were able to massage his fingers. In short, it felt amazing.

Codey didn't wake up for that, nor did he stir when Craig pushed in his index finger and pinky finger. He put his thumb on his kid's chin and just watched in awe and horror as the little guy tried to suck his whole fist into his mouth. Craig finally pulled out of Codey's face when he saw the little boy's tongue come out the side of his mouth and reach for Craig's thumb.

As he tried his hand on his briefs (which were already pretty wet with precum), Craig's head began to spin. It would have been impossible to name all of the emotions he was feeling right at that moment.

First, he was absolutely horrified. Horrified that he had just inspected his son's pussy and finger-fucked his sleeping mouth. He was also horrified that his son's hole winked while he slept and that his mouth accepted foreign objects so willingly.

Denial was also a major emotion for him at that moment. He was sure that what he was seeing was normal – it had to be that his online friend was just lying to him to get him to put his kid up for sale for real. Right?

But there was one emotion that was ruling Craig more than the others, and I bet you can guess what it was. Horniness. He hated it, but he couldn't help it. Watching that little virginal sphincter sing, feeling that throat desperately sucking, had his nine-inch [23 cm] dick stretching to a full 10 inches [25 cm], and it had grown about six more centimeters in girth. Because what Craig doesn't realize is that his special poppers he's been huffing for weeks now have a funny side effect. They make pedo cocks engorge even more than normal.

Not knowing what else to do, he signed back into Pimpr. Once again, a message was waiting for him.

***

Digger Daddy: So how many fingers did you get in?

DadConflicted: Dude, this is fucked up. I need to go.

Digger Daddy: You can't go now, buddy. You're in too deep. Look – just relax. Let me be your friend. I was in your shoes once. I can help you through this.

DadConflicted: I have to be honest, that really sounds nice right now. I'm feeling so… confused. So fucked up. This is all so wrong… but I'm in so deep. Just like you said. I could use a friend.

Digger Daddy: I'm here for you buddy. We all are.

DadConflicted: We all who?

Digger Daddy: All us fathers of sluts.

DadConflicted: I… I'm not one of you.

Digger Daddy: No… you're not one of us. Not yet. But… since you didn't answer my question, I'm guessing Codey surprised you with his little mouth. Which means you may be on your way to being one of us, whether you want to or not. I just want you to know how big of a support group you'll have. It's not easy being a dad of a cockhound, but we're here for you.

DadConflicted: Well, thanks. I guess.

Digger Daddy: So how many fingers was it?

DadConflicted: … four.

Digger Daddy: FOUR?? WTF?? SHIT!! That is intense!!!

DadConflicted: Is that a lot?

Digger Daddy: Uh… yeah! My kid does four now, but when I first discovered he was sucking in his sleep, he only did two. Very few do four.

DadConflicted: Shit… is that bad??

Digger Daddy: Not at all. Codey's gonna make you a millionaire!

DadConflicted: Don't say that!

Digger Daddy: Dude, if you don't believe me, you should go wake him up and start playing with him.

DadConflicted: That's it. I'm deleting this app RIGHT NOW.

Digger Daddy: WAIT! Now let's not get ahead of ourselves. I just mean… some gentle play. See if he's open to it.

DadConflicted: No way. NO WAY. I could never do ANYTHING sexual with my own son.

Digger Daddy: Except stick four of your fingers down his throat?

DadConflicted: FUCK YOU

Digger Daddy: LOL sorry dude. But… I understand. It took me a long time before I was ready to play with my little guy. Now I do every day. But… maybe you'd be willing to try it with someone else's kid?

DadConflicted: No. I could never hurt a child.

Digger Daddy: But what about a child who wants it? What about a child who needs it? What about a little boy who lives, breathes, and eats cum? What about a kid who is so addicted to adult cock that he throws a tantrum every time he gets fucked fewer than six times a day? What about a kid who sleeps with the cock that made him in his mouth EVERY NIGHT because he has nightmares if he doesn't?

DadConflicted: Well, if you're suggesting I buy a kid off of here, forget it. I got into this whole mess to make money, not spend it.

Digger Daddy: What if you could get a discount?

DadConflicted: What do you mean?

Digger Daddy: Hahaha now I've got your attention. Well, I like you man. I can tell you're a good guy, and love your son. Not to mention, with a hottie like that under your roof, I don't mind doing you a few favors. Especially if it meant they'd be returned some day.

DadConflicted: Dude, I'm not trading Codey for your kid.

Digger Daddy: No… I know, I know. But… I am offering you my son at a major discount.

DadConflicted: How much?

Digger Daddy: Well, I'd be willing to send my little Tyke over to you – Seamus, btw – for $300. That's a pretty good deal seeing that a night with him usually costs $3,000.

DadConflicted: Shit… that is a good deal. But… I'm trying to make money here! I can't really justify $300.

Digger Daddy: Dude, you're so cheap. There's gotta be $300 lying around somewhere. Anything you can sell?

***

Craig looked up from his cell phone. Immediately a horrible thought entered his mind, and as soon as it did, he knew he was going to follow through on it. He had purchased two bicycles last month – one for himself, one for Codey. They were going to be Christmas presents, since Codey really wanted to learn how to ride a bike. Codey's had cost $300, while Craig's had cost $700. His own bike was a beauty, and he was so excited about it… but Codey didn't know about his yet. Sure, he could return his own bike and get something cheaper, but… it was such a nice bike. Would Codey miss something he didn't know existed?

***

DadConflicted: Well, I suppose I could come up with $300. But… would your son really want to do this?

Digger Daddy: Why don't you check out his profile and find out? His name on there is SeamusSpermSlurper.

DadConflicted: OK, brb.

***

Ignoring the voices screaming in his head to stop, Craig pulled out of the conversation and made a few taps to navigate back to the boy screen. He typed in the screen name 'SeamusSpermSlurper' into the search bar, and sure enough, a pic popped up right away.

The thumbnail alone was enough to make his cock bounce in his briefs.

It was an image of an adorable little boy's face. He was cute as fuck – definitely gave Codey a run for his money, though he looked very different than the sweet little blond boy sleeping down the hall. The little boy was pale, very pale, but he had a shock of reddish brown hair atop his head. His big green eyes were staring out at Craig as if they could see him, and the boy had a massive grin on his face. Craig was pretty sure he had freckles, too, but it was difficult to tell, because the boy's face was simply COATED in what had to be cum. It was all over his face, dripping into his smiling mouth, up his nose, matting his red hair to his forehead. The kid was absolutely drenched, and he clearly couldn't be happier.

As he was staring at this pic, mouth open, his son sleeping only a few feet away, his phone vibrated. He looked up and saw that he had received a message.

***

SeamusSpermSlurper: Wow! I love ur cock! OMG!

DadConflicted: Uh… hey there little guy. How are you tonight?

SeamusSpermSlurper: Horny, LOL! I'm so horny. I need dick.

DadConflicted: Jesus… that's quite the mouth you have on you there.

SeamusSpermSlurper: Daddy says I have the best mouth in the whole world. Wanna know why?

DadConflicted: Why?

SeamusSpermSlurper: hehehe u have to invite me over to find out

DadConflicted: Kid… I don't know. I'm sure you're a good boy, but I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want to hurt you.

SeamusSpermSlurper: I'll just bring my poppers!!

DadConflicted: YOUR WHAT??

SeamusSpermSlurper: My poppers! You know, the sniffy things?

DadConflicted: No way… they don't give those to kids, do they?

SeamusSpermSlurper: LOL you're funny. Of course they do. They have special ones for boys like me. Not like the ones you and my daddy have though. Mine are different. I like 'em a lot and they make me enjoy pain. Honest!

DadConflicted: I… I just don't know.

SeamusSpermSlurper: Go sniff your poppers, then. Daddy says whenever he can't decide what to do with me, he sniffs his poppers and he figures it out.

DadConflicted: BRB

***

Now Craig was letting a little boy boss him around online. How was it possible? Did he have any free will anymore? How could he be doing all this, when his intention tonight had been to completely delete the app. Now he was thinking of having a little cum addict over to his house for some late-night sex? This was madness!

Still, that didn't stop him from wandering down the hall, flopping on his bed, reaching into his bedside drawer, and withdrawing the bottle of KP Brand Adult Poppers. He unscrewed the lid and before he could change his mind took a big, long whiff.

Instantly, his vision blurred, then was filled with a vivid hallucination. In it, he was looking down at his dick as it was orgasming. His cock was spraying wildly like a firehouse, and the amount of cum shooting out of him was absolutely obscene. But not as obscene as the two miniature little kiddie hands trying desperately to control his cock as it sprayed like a fire hose.

His buckets of cum were also not as obscene as the little, pale, freckled face looking on in awe and giggling like a maniac. Seamus was trying so hard to catch all of the cum in his mouth, but even for a professional child slut like him, it was truly too large of a task. So he resorted to lapping up the cum.

That was when the cute, giggling, laughter ended in his hallucination, and the real insanity began. The happy little boy playing a game with Craig's massive prick was gone, replaced by some sort of pig-dog-child hybrid. Sure, it still looked like little Seamus before him, but the kid had gone crazy. He was sucking cum off Craig's thigh hairs like hadn't eaten since the day he was born.

Craig came to when the little slut between his legs nipped at his ball sack trying to get more cocksnot. Because the nip he felt on his balls wasn't the teeth of a child at all, but rather his phone buzzing. Craig had gotten a new message.

***

SeamusSpermSlurper: So, what do you think? Can I come over? Pretty please? I need cum!

***

Craig was still a high as a kite, and in a few minutes, he wouldn't remember typing out the message he wrote. Blame it on the poppers, but this is what he typed to the child on the other end of the line:

***

DadConflicted: Get over here now, you whore. I'm gonna drown you so much jizz you'll wish you'd never met me. I'm going to choke you on cum again and again, and then I'm gonna wreck your little pussy while I'm on a mission to deliver another load to your guts. GET OVER HERE NOW AND GET THIS COCK.

***

Craig hit 'send' on this message, then immediately forgotten he had done so. He finally came down from his poppers countless minutes later. He was buck-naked somehow, on his bed, covered in cum. He supposed the hallucination of him cumming had caused a real orgasm, like wet dreams, because he was covered up to his neck in the gooey stuff. There was even some in his scruffy beard and hair.

Craig put the cap back on the poppers and was about to head to bed, wanting to forget about his whole night, when he heard the doorbell ring.