****** Shawn's Birthday ******
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Synopsis: Shawn has a terrible time living with his uncle. He has to go out and
whore to make money for him. He has a very sad birthday.








Thirteen year old Shawn hurried down the street as fast as
his slender legs would carry him. He he to be careful how
fast he moved
because his sweet young ass hurt him something terrible.
Today was his
birthday. He was thirteen today. But he wasn't hurrying
home to any birthday
party. Oh no. He was hurrying to get the money in the
pocket of his tiny
shorts to his Uncle. He was supposed to be home an hour
ago. It wasn't his
fault. The man who took the porno photos of him had gotten
carried away.
When he heard Shawn was thirteen today, he just had to fuck
him again. Warm
cum trickled out of Shawn's asshole. He wasn't allowed to
remove it. It was
proof that he was out working hard for his uncle.
 
 
He had been visiting Mr. Claybourn's house. Mr.
Claybourn loved to take
photos of boys. He loved to take just slightly naughty
photos of boys. He
posted them on the internet and sold them. He pretended to
be a respectable
photographer of children, but at heart he was an old
lecher. After every
photography session, he fucked Shwan or the other boys he
was shooting.
Mr.Claybourn had a humongous dick. It was much longer and
thicker than the
dick of Shawn's uncle or his uncle's friends. And that was
saying a lot,
because Shawn's Uncle Todd was hung. But Mr. Claybourn was
a fucking freak.
And Mr. Claybourn loved nothing better than to ram it balls
deep up some
little pre-teen or teenage rectum. He never used any lube
other than spit,
and of course he wore no rubber. Shawn's ass hurt for a
week after every
 
 

 
session with Mr. Claybourn, and since he had to visit him
every Thursday,
his not so tiny asshole hurt constantly. He had had a tiny
unfucked asshole
only a few months ago, when he first came to live with his
uncle. Shwan's
Mom was in drug rehab. Shawn's uncle was as twisted as they
come, and hungry
to make money any way possible. Whoring out the little boy
was his first,
but certainly not his ugliest idea. Shawn's life was a
nightmare.
 
 
At least at Mr. Claybourn's studio he got to play with
Play Station and
drink soft drinks and relax before and after his fuck in a
nice room. At
home he slept in a closet. Really. In a closet with a pail
to shit and piss
in.
 
 
Shawn tried to hurry, but his ass throbbed. He hoped the
photos Mr.
Claybourn had sent along would appease Uncle Todd somewhat.
Nothing ever
pleased Uncle Todd totally. No matter how hard Shawn tried
to give an expert
blow job, his uncle always found something to punish him
for. Either he
didn't lick the huge sweaty fucksack with enough
enthusiasm, or he didn't
use his tongue on the bottom of the dick strongly enough,
or his suction was
off, or he didn't lick the pisshole with enough style.
Always something.
 
 
Until a few months ago, Shawn had never had sex of any
kind. He barely
knew what sex was, except for what he saw on tv and in the
movies. His drug
addict mom never explained anything to him. She barely
talked to him. Some
 
 

 
of the guys she brought home to fuck her had groped Shwan's
ass and one had
even tongue kissed him, shoving a garlic tasting tongue way
down his little
boy throat. But that was as far as it went. Until Uncle
Todd and his
friends.
 
 
Now they guys sometimes had Shawn kneel with his mouth
open while they
had spitting contests. They filled the little boy's mouth
with spit slop and
then made him swallow it. They covered his pretty little
boy face with spit
until it glistened. Well that was better than when they
covered it with cum.
Sometimes they gave him "facials" jerking off their dicks
and letting them
spit their fuckslop all over Shawn's nose, mouth, eyes,
hair and cheeks. The
boy's face would be coated almost an inch thick with
cocksnot. Of course he
then had to scraped it off with is fingers and eat it all.
He was used to
the taste of cum. Not a way went by that he didn't swallow
quarts of it.
 
 
Take today for example. At nine this morning, his uncle
had shot a
healthy morning load down his throat. The for breakfast he
had had corn
flakes covered with dog cum. His uncle had a wonderful
sense of humor. Then
by ten thirty he was hanging around the men's room at
Jefferson park trying
to pick up guys to make money for his uncle. He had to make
two hundred
dollars a day, or he got the shit kicked out of him.
Really. He had to lay
with his naked legs spread, while his uncle or one of his
friends kicked his
 
 

 
rectum with a booted foot. They also stomped on his small
hairless nuts.
 
 
 Shawn ignored the pain in his rectum and the cum leaking
out. He started
to run. He had to get home soon! His uncle probably had
friends over
waiting to fuck him or get sucked by him.
 
 
Shawn hung around Jefferson Park sucking off guys in the
men's can until
one o'clock or so. His uncle only allowed him to charge ten
dollars for a
suck job and twenty for an ass fuck. He wanted the little
shit to work for
his money. So you see Uncle Todd wasn't only money hungry.
He would often
sacrifice profits to satisfy his sadistic sexual drives as
well.
 
 
 Next, Shawn had to perform his daily "Mercy Sucks."
He hated this.
Uncle Todd had spent several years in the gutter, living in
cardboard boxes,
until he hit upon the idea of whoring out boys. And now,
he never forgot
his old friends. Every day, Shawn had to go under the big
bridge where the
derelicts and bums lived. He had to suck at least three
dirty diseased
stinking dicks of drunks and bums without charging them
anything. They loved
little boy flesh, and depending on the day, sometimes he
couldn't get away
without sucking ten or twelve crusty cruddy cocks, and
taking five or ten
dicks up his ass.
 
 
Depending on how long this took, he then went over to the
Blue Boy Cinema
Arcade. This was a local bookstore. He only got to go
inside because he
sucked the dick of the owner. Shawn spend the afternoon
there, sucking dick
 
 

 
and taking it up the ass until he made his two hundred.
Well, he had to make
more, cause the bookstore owner took half of everything he
took in at the
bookstore. You can imagine how sore his little throat was
and how swollen
his lips were from sucking all that dick. His asshole was
usually throbbing
with pain by now too. And then, around five or six, he
would usually go to a
special client. This was one of Todd's pals who liked to
hurt or humiliate
or abuse little boys. The guy might want to use a belt on
Shawn's ass, or
take photos of him, or watch him suck off a dog's dick. All
kinds of sick
things.
 
 
Shawn reached the porch of his uncle's house. He could
hear voices in side
and imagined a bunch of guys were over drinking beer. If
they were already
drunk, things could turn nasty. Shawn took off his clothes
on the porch of
the house and folded them and put them in the cardboard box
for the purpose.
Then naked as the day he was born, he opened the door and
went into the
house.
 
 
Uncle Todd and five of his buddies turned toward the
little boy standing
naked in the doorway. The kid was trembling. He trembled so
hard, his little
balls jiggled and dances. In one shaking hand he held out a
wad of money for
his uncle.
 
 
"Well where the fuck were you, Asswipe?" His uncle
Todd bellowed. Todd
was a well built handsome guy. Since making money, he had
cleaned himself
 
 

 
up, and he now was quite a hot dude. He strode across the
room and grabbed
Shawn by one slender wrist. Money flew everywhere. He
didn't care. They now
had more fucking money than he knew what to do with. "You
are almost an hour
late, you sorry cocksucking Twatfaced Cunt!"
 
 
"Mr...Mr. Claybourn wouldn't let me go. He sent these
pictures along for
you." Shawn's other hand held up the photos. Uncle Todd
threw the slender
naked boy down onto the carpet.
 
 
"Assume the position, Fuckhole!" Shawn immediately got
on hands and
knees, arched his pretty pale little back and pushed his
young ass globes up
as high as he could. He spread his legs slightly so his
nuts and dick could
be seen. They were still quite tiny.
 
 
Todd glanced at the photos. They didn't do much for
him. What was to see
in shots of a scantily clad kid posing on chairs and shit,
when he had the
real thing bare assed on the floor right in front of him?
 
 
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Shitface? Get that
asscunt up and out.
I want to see pink pussy, boy! Push that asscunt up and
out!" Shawn arched
his back more and pushed his ass out toward his uncle. He
was really shaking
badly now. His uncle was in a foul mood. The guys in the
room leaned in to
get a better look at the boy who was just thirteen today.
Some of them
started to play with their dicks in their pants in
anticipation of the fun
to come.
 
 
"I don't see that ass up nearly high enough!" Uncle
Todd yelled and he
 
 

 
drew his big belt from his jeans with one smooth move and
brought it down on
the kid's ass globes. "THWACK!" The boy screamed. Spit
flew from his
mouth and tears clouded his vision. Again and again the
thick belt left big
red welts on the tender little boy ass. And with each welt,
the dicks of the
guys in the room got harder.
 
 
"GET THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE UP AND OUT, YOU SLIME SUCKING
SUCKHOLE! I AM
NOT KIDDING!"
 
 
 Shawn was grunting and panting and sobbing. He pushed
and pushed. He
couldn't get his little ass up and out any further.
 
 
"Get those legs apart. You trying to protect those
worthless little fuck
sacks?" Uncle Todd brought the belt up with an underhanded
stroke and the
leather tip licked harshly at the kid's hairless scrotum.
 
 
Shwan let out a scream like a wounded animal. His little
body jumped. A
mind numbing pain started in his little nuggets and went
through his entire
body. It made him sick to his stomach.
 
 
"Don't you dare close those legs!" A second and third
blow followed.
Then more whips to his beautiful rounded ass globes. Then
his uncle moved
in and kicked the boy as hard as he could in the guts. The
kid's body
lifted off the floor and he flipped over like a pancake and
landed on his
back. Todd stepped right on the boy's face. Shwan started
to lick his
uncle's boot. His uncle threw down the belt and was handed
a beer bottle.
He dropped it next to Shawn.
 
 
"Get that fucking bottle up your pussy. Now!"
 
 

 
 Shawn picked up the bottle and raised his legs. With one
hard move, he
rammed the bottle deep into his asshole. He new better than
to take it easy
on himself.
 
 
"Well don't just let it sit there, fuck yourself with
it!" Shawn fucked
his little ass as hard as he could with the beer bottle. He
grunted and
cried, all the time licking the sole of his uncles dirty
boot.
 
 
 "What a fucking piece of shit I had to take in! What a
fucking loser you
are. What a fucking fairy! You are going to eat shit
tonight boy. For your
birthday. You are going to eat shit! You are going to eat
the shit of every
guy in this room. Do you hear me?"
 
 
 "Yetttthhhh Thir!" Shawn yelled, his tongue still out
and licking. He
had never eaten shit. That was one thing they had not yet
ever done to him.
Not even the high paying customers.Shawn couldn't imagine
having to eat the
shit of other people. The very thought of it made him want
to puke.
 
 
He fucked the bottle in his ass harder. All the cum in his
ass made the
bottle nice and slippery. Uncle Todd removed the heavy boot
from the boy's
face.
 
 
"Titty Up!" he yelled. Shawn arched his back again,
pushing his chest as
high as he could, trying to get the little boy nubs of his
nipples as high
as possible.
 
 
Uncle Todd chuckled and looking down on the boy, let a
string of saliva
 
 

 
drip to the kid's face. Then he reached down and grabbed
the boys nipples
between thumb and forefingers. Then, holding the kid by
his tit tips, he
pulled the boy's body off the ground.
 
 
Shawn screamed, the bottle shot out of his ass like a
bullet from a gun.
The guys in the room roared with laughter. Shawn hung from
his nipples. He
dare not reache his hands up to ease the pain. He just hung
there like a
puppet. Todd twisted the tit tips and bounced the boy in
the air a bit.
Shawn was sure his nipples would be ripped off. The pain
was unbearable.
His cute little boy head swung from side to side. His
tongue lolled out of
his mouth.
 
 
"Somebody shove a dick in that mouth!" Todd yelled,
swinging the boy by
his tits. One of his buddies was out of his jeans in an
instant and an
eight inch prick hovered over the boy's mouth The foreskin
pulled back and
dirty smegma fell onto the boy' slips.
 
 
"Suck little faggot. I been waiting for this all week. I
ain't washed it
or nothing." The foul cock entered the boy's mouth, and
Shawn remembered to
lick all over the prick head and to get his tongue deep
into the foreskin to
clean it out. Another dude knelt on the floor and worked
three fingers up
Shawn's asshole.
 
 
 Todd laughed. "Happy Birthday Baby!" Around the raped
boy, on the floor
lay the photos of his modeling session with Mr. Claybourn.
I have included
them for your pleasure.
 
 

 
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