How to Create a Fuckboy

All day, Little Cunt was attentive to his lessons. He learned to leave the bathroom door open and the lid up. He learned he could use my cock as a sucker whenever he wanted. He watched as I fucked his brother several times and saw how much Fuckboy enjoyed it. I was thrilled when he asked if I would fuck him. I promised him his day would come very soon, but first we had to get his hole, his cunt, ready. I fingered him. Then Fuckboy suggested he could fuck his brother. He put Wagner's Rienzi Overture on the CD player, then had his new brother suck him to erection, and then get down on all fours. Fuckboy inserted his tiny cock in his brother's hole and rammed him in wonderful imitation of his Uncle. All three of us were happy.

At lunch, Little Cunt watched as the bitch ate her food off the floor. Fuckboy drew a picture of our totem pole, me on top, then Fuckboy, then Little Cunt, and finally at the very bottom, mostly buried under the soil was the bitch. Little Cunt understood.

After lunch he asked if he could have some soda. I told him we had coke, root beer and orange soda in the fridge, to help himself. Suddenly, he froze and cried, "What's that there for?" He was hysterical. Fuckboy and I look at each other bewildered. Even the bitch was taken aback.

"What?" I asked softly.

"That," he blubbered, pointing to Fuckboy's belt on the fridge door. "Are you gonna hit me?" He was bawling uncontrollably. I wondered whether it was his own parents or the foster mother who used a belt on his pretty tiny bottom. It didn't matter who; he had been traumatized.

"Oh, no, no, Little Brother. No one is going to hit you. Uncle doesn't ever hit us. Uncle is always real nice. And the bitch won't dare hit any of us. And I'll never hit you with it; we might fight some times, just for fun if you want."

"Then why is it th-th-there?" he choked.

"Let me show you, Little Cunt." Fuckboy took the belt as Little Cunt quivered. "OK, Bitch, bend over." She presented her big fat ass and let her son show his new brother who got the whippings in this house. After Fuckboy took several forceful and well aimed swats, he handed the belt to Little Cunt. "Here, now it's your turn. That's the way." Little Cunt swung the belt gingerly. "No, Brother, harder, like you really mean it. Yeah, that's the way. Good. See, Sir, ain't he doing it good? Now, whenever you get angry about anything, you take this belt and you give the bitch what she needs. You'll feel much better. I always do." He hung the belt back up. "Oh, by the way, Bitch. Uncle and me we think you've been on holiday long enough. It's time to get back to work. Your first john will be here at 6 o'clock, and we got you booked until 3 am. And you better make them fuckin happy if you don't want to get the belt again."

"Yes Sir. I will, Sir." Then she turned to me, "Thank you, Sir," and disappeared with a faint smile on her face.

Little Cunt went on to learn how pleasant it is to rim and get rimmed. He learned to piss in Fuckboy's mouth and drink his piss as well. He learned to give great erotic hand jobs and long, sensual kisses. He learned how to take an enema and he learned the joys of males showering communally, washing each other's male parts.

We ordered a pizza and, after supper, watched a movie together. Little Cunt said he thought Sven was a nice boy and he wanted to meet him some time. He didn't know why we were giggling.

On Sunday I started calling Fuckboy's customers and taking bookings.

Monday it was back to school and back to work. Immediately after breakfast, I began teaching Little Cunt his ABC's. The bitch gave him a drum and had him keep rhythm while she played the piano. He drew pictures while I worked with his brother on science and spelling. By 11:30, all the lessons were completed so we ate lunch and the boys got cleaned up for their visitors.

Clients were booked to begin arriving at 1, two at a time. I explained the new routine to them. Little Cunt could not be used for anal (except by fingers), but could do most other things. The boys would entertain their clients in the same room, so Little Cunt could observe how Fuckboy handled each one. Each client was to spend thirty minutes with one boy, and then switch for the next thirty. I put Fuckboy in charge of introducing Little Cunt to the clients and deciding the order. He was, after all, the personnel officer for the business. More importantly, I was afraid the clients might be vying for the chance to fuck the new kid and I didn't want Fuckboy to have reason to resent his brother. Sibling rivalry was to be expected, but I wanted to keep it at a minimum.

I peeked in on the boys to make sure Little Cunt was getting along with all his new friends. I needn't have worried. There he was, relaxing on his bed, his body nestled between Washington's two black thighs, his mouth eagerly working on the tip of that giant cock, while those massive dark hands fondled his little little dick and balls. He could listen to the happy shrieks of his brother on the opposite bed, as Miller pounded into the ten-year old's well-trained ass.

"I love it here," Little Cunt announced at supper.

The bitch had her doubts. "Do you really like all those strangers touching you like that, Honey?"

"They ain't strangers, Bitch. They my new friends. I love the way they all play with me. And you ain't s'pose to call me Honey. You gotta call me Sir or I hit your big old ass with the belt."

"I'm sorry Sir." The bitch was learning to take orders from yet another male, this one five years old.

He went back to gobbling his hamburger. "Sir, are any more friends coming today?"

"Yes, Little Cunt. You have one more appointment. Then at 8 o'clock, it's your bedtime. Your big brother will keep working, then he'll join us in bed around midnight. Why did you ask, are you getting tired?"

"No, but I can't wait to get in bed with you, Sir. I like your cock better than the others."

"Thank you, Little Cunt. That makes my very happy."

On Wednesday, the Beckers were thrilled to be able to play with two boys. Mrs. Becker brought twice as much food. Maybe she thought Little Cunt had been a starving orphan. Mr. Becker felt bad that after fucking Fuckboy he had difficulty getting it up again for Little Cunt. "I just need to take a little more time between them next time." But they were none the less both giddy as they left me with the two youngsters to enjoy all the scrumptious food they brought.

Doc made an extra appointment on Saturday for Little Cunt's first exam. He thought the boy looked in excellent health. When Fuckboy headed for the bathroom between clients, he peeked in to see what Doc was doing. "Hey, why you choking my brother, Doc?"

"Ha, ha, ha. No, no, no. I'm not choking him, Son. I'm feeling his thyroid."

The bitch immediately went ballistic. "Why, is something wrong? What's wrong? Oh, Hell. This is terrible."

"Please, Ma'am, calm down, please, please, please. You're upsetting the boy. According to the medical history, Jerry's last doctor was concerned about a possible underactive thyroid. But I doubt if it's any real problem. I'll just take a blood sample. We'll have the results in a few days. But it never hurts to eat a good healthy diet. Add a few Brazil nuts, maybe, maybe, maybe. And make sure he gets some iodine, like having some sushi with seaweed. For that matter, Ma'am, it would probably be good for you to work on your diet." The bitch started to sulk.

Fuckboy was feeling his Adam's apple. "What's a thyroid, Doc?" His curiosity was unstoppable.

Doc guided his hand a little lower. "It's right about here, Son. The thyroid is a gland. It puts a special hormone into the blood that goes to every cell in your body. It helps the cell produce energy." Just then the doorbell rang and Fuckboy went running to greet the next client.

Speaking of energy, with Little Cunt the business had a fresh burst of energy. With nearly double the bookings, as well as the monthly withdrawal from his trust account, we had no problem meeting expenses. After two weeks, Little Cunt was able to handle himself alone with the men, so we moved him into his own Fucking Room. Fyodor gave it a Mickey Mouse motif. The clients could spend a whole hour with either boy. Some of our clients booked two hours a week so they could use each boy. And we were getting new customers who came specifically for the little one.

The Beckers continued to book the slot on Wednesday before supper to play with Fuckboy, but now they also booked the one after supper for Little Cunt. That way, Mr. Becker could get his energy back and be able to give the five-year old his cock's "full" attention. That also meant the Beckers would begin joining us for supper each week, which the three of us loved. It was like having a real family.

"Won't Tommy's mother be joining us tonight?"

"No, the whore would rather stay downstairs and get ready for her johns."

"Well, if that's what she wants. But I can't imagine a mother not wanting to spend time with these two delightful boys. Here, Jerry, let me fill your plate up again. You make me so happy watching you enjoying my meat loaf. And I know I'm going to be just as happy after we eat our dessert when I watch you enjoying my husband's big cock. I can't wait for the day when I can watch him fuck your adorable little ass. That will be so exciting! Oh, Tommy, do you want some more sweet potatoes, Darling?"

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