How to Create a Fuckboy

Monday, November 30, was a dark, gloomy day in many respects. Across the desk from O'Malley, the four of us were lined up in chairs: Little Cunt, myself, Fuckboy and the bitch. I turned to the six year old: "Jerry, this is the lawyer who's helping me become your new Daddy."

"I can't wait, Mister."

O'Malley smiled. "Ye are a fine looking young lad, Jerome McTavish. Ye remind me of me mother. She was Irish, you know. Mr. Thorndike, as I told you on the phone, everything is going smoothly with the adoption. It really wasn't necessary for ye to come in."

"Well, another matter has come up. My sister here has something to ask you."

The bitch recited the line she'd rehearsed so long, "Sir, I wish to give up my parental rights."

"Uhhm, I'm sorry Ma'am, but as far as Jerome is concerned, ye don't have any rights to give up. This is strictly a matter between the state of Oklahoma and Mr. Thorndike."

"No, I don't mean Jerome, Sir. I wish to give up my parental rights to Thomas, my son."

"Oh, I see." He looked over at the handsome ten-year old. "Mr. Thorndike, why don't ye take the lads out to the lobby while I speak to yer sister."

For the few minutes we waited outside, as the bitch recited the rest of her practiced lines.

"Now why might ye be wanting to relinquish yer claim on such a fine lad?"

"I realize I'm not a fit mother. Because of my, uhm, profession, my home is not a healthy environment in which to raise my child."

"And what exactly is yer profession?"

"I'm a whore."

"Oh, I see."

The lawyer called us back into his office. He sat Tommy on his lap this time. "Son, I have to ask ye some questions. They might be embarrassing, but I need ye to answer me truthfully."

"Yes, Sir. I'm a Cub Scout. We always tell the truth."

"Very good. Do ye know what yer mother does for a living?"

"She's a prosecutor."

O'Malley tried to control himself. "Do ye mean 'prostitute'?" Fuckboy nodded. "And do ye know what a prostitute does?"

"She takes money from men so they can go to bed with her but they don't go to sleep. They do something else. I ain't sure what it is, but I think..." he whispered, "...it's the F word."

"I see. I appreciate yer frankness, young man. And have ye ever actually seen her doing the, uh, F word?"

"Well, there's this one man. His name is Harrington. Ooops, I don't think I'm s'pose to say that. It's a secret."

"That's all right, Son. What ye tell me is still a secret. Tell me about Mr. Harrington."

"Well, when he comes, Momma says I gotta watch. I don't like it but they make me. And sometimes, he, he,..." The lawyer raised his eyebrows and patiently waited. "Sometimes, Mr. Harrington touches me where people ain't s'pose to touch me, and she lets him do it."

"Oh, dear." He cast a frown over toward the bitch. "And has yer mother ever neglected to take care of you, Son?"

"Well, not too often, but sometimes she forgets to make me food to eat, or
wash my clothes, and one time she forgot and left me at the Y for two hours and I was all alone and I got scared. Please, Sir. Mommy can't help herself. I love her, you know, but I'd rather live with Uncle and Jerry. Please Sir?"

After a while, the lawyer was convinced and drew up an affidavit for the bitch to sign along with a document relinquishing all her rights to her own flesh and blood. "Young man, listen to me. I think in a way yer mother loves ye very much and wants what's best for ye. She loves ye so much she's willin' to give up somethin' very precious. That's a true sacrifice. Do ye know what sacrifice means?" Fuckboy put his hand on his crotch and nodded yes. O'Malley would never know just how well this kid understood the meaning of sacrifice.

And that was that. A simple little white sheet of paper was the price she was willing to pay for her operation and the freedom to fuck men without worry of pregnancy.

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"Who's gonna be there, Big Brother?"

"The whole family, Little Brother. Nanny and Pop Pop and..."

"Bitch?"

"Shit, the bitch ain't part of our family no more, Stupid!!"

"I ain't stupid."

"Are too." And moments later they were wrestling on the floor.

Now I love watching two naked preteen boys writhing together on the floor, and on an ordinary day I would have joined them, but this was no ordinary day. "Hey, you two, quit fighting!! You have to look nice when you stand in front of the judge."

They let go of each other and crowed in unison, "Yes, Daddy!"

Shit! How good that sounds to my ears. Daddy! No more Sir, no more Uncle. Daddy! "Fuckboy, you promised Nanny you'd bring her your new Bear badge to sew on your uniform. She's waiting." I sent him off with a light slap on his pretty bare rump. "Little Cunt, are you excited?"

"Yes, Daddy. Today I'm going to be your real real son."

"And your brother also."

"Yes, he's excited too but he pretends he ain't, hehe."

"I know. And Nanny and Pop Pop are excited also. Pop Pop bought fresh new batteries for his camera."

"I guess the bitch ain't excited. My brother says she ain't even gonna be there. So I guess she don't really love us."

"The court agreed she didn't have to be there today. She might make a scene and spoil our happy day. She went in yesterday and gave her deposition. That means she swore she would tell the truth and she answered questions just like she would have done today and they wrote it down and it will be part of the court record just like if she were there."

"So who else will be there?"

"Mrs. Rogers and Mr. Steiner flew in all the way from Omaha. And my lawyer, Mr. O'Malley, will be there."

"He says I look like his mother."

"Well, if you do, she must be the prettiest lass in all of Ireland. Now let's see, I think I left out someone."

"THE JUDGE!!"

"Oh, yeah, you're right. You're so fuckin smart, Little Cunt."

"Hehe, you're being silly, Daddy."

"Say it again."

"You're being silly, Daddy."

"Say it again."

"Shit, Daddy, are you gettin' deaf like Pop Pop?"

"No, Little Cunt, I heard you just fine, I just love hearing you call me Daddy." I grabbed him up in my arms, caressed his naked ass in my arm and gave him a big kiss.

On February 20, 2010, one year to the day after Little Cunt arrived, the sun shone bright as we left the courthouse. At least to my eyes, the whole world was full of spectacular light! I was too dazed to remember many specifics of the proceedings. I remember standing before Judge JoAnne Smith in my new suit, bought for the occasion. I wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as Little Cunt though, standing on my right. He kept wriggling and pulling at the tie Pop Pop took so long to tie. Fuckboy, on my left, wore his Cub Scout uniform and looked real smart. Pop Pop was taking plenty of pictures. I remember the judge smiling at the boys and saying something about "by the powers vested in me by the state." All I know for sure is, when it was all over, I had become their legal father!

Pop Pop drove his Dodge Caravan so we could all ride together. Nanny rode shotgun and I sat in the back seat between my two sons. Let me repeat that. My two sons. My two sons. My two fuckin sons!! Nanny was talking about the special dinner she'd prepared to celebrate the big day: "There's a big pot roast in the slow cooker, with Idaho potatoes and carrots, and I baked a fresh loaf of bread, and we'll have some nice hot soup, and for dessert I baked a blueberry pie and Pop Pop bought ice cream and whipped cream and we have some hot mulled cider and..."

Little Cunt interrupted. "When we get home, I want Daddy to fuck me first."

"No, Daddy's gonna fuck ME first." Fuckboy reached across me and swatted his brother.

Little Cunt lashed back. "No, I said it first."

"Don't fuckin matter. I'm older and I was here first!" By now the punches were flying.

Nanny, who foolishly thought her cooking was the highlight they'd be looking forward to, tried to establish calm. "Please, boys, you'll mess up your nice clothes. You look so pretty." Instantly my sons stopped swinging and looked at each other for a moment. Then, suddenly a tie and scout neckerchief went flying over the seat into Nanny's lap, followed by jackets and shirts and polished black shoes and pants and socks and underwear. Nanny was giggling like a school girl.

"Come on, Daddy, take your fuckin clothes off." "Yeah, Daddy, take 'em off." and they started pounding their fists on their knees and chanting together, "Daddy, take 'em off! Daddy, take 'em off! Daddy, take 'em off!" I loosened my tie and they shouted "Hooray!" then they grabbed at my jacket and shoes and began tossing them to Nanny as well. She was laughing hysterically and soon I was sitting in just my shirt and my socks, feeling like a king on his throne, my head thrown back, my arms stretched along the top of the seat, and two little mouths down in my crotch. Fuckboy pushed Little Cunt away and stuffed the prize in his mouth, but the six-year old wasn't about to give up without a fight. He pushed his older brother away and regrabbed the trophy.

"Sons, Sons, Listen!! Daddy's cock is big enough for both of you."

They settled down quietly, licking my shaft and balls from both sides, politely taking turns sucking my knob, and mumbling softly, "yeah, Daddy's cock is big enough for both of us."

END OF STORY