When I was a kid (No this does not belong in the "when I was a kid" category, read on and you will see why) I ran away from home. I was 12. My parents suspected I was gay (I was) and started to abuse the hell out of me. My dad figured he could beat the gay out of me and my mother would simply make me read the bible out loud for hours on end. They had caught me in my underwear with my best friend who was also in his underwear. I had used the lame excuse that it was hot but it wasn't really that hot and we were fooling around. Things just got way too hard to handle and so I snuck into my parents bedroom one day and cleaned them out of all the money I could find which came to about $122 (a lot of money in 1961) and I took off. I had one suitcase packed with my few possessions and some clothes and I headed to the big city where I had heard a child could make his way if he doesn't mind doing naughty things with men. Since I liked men I didn't care. Now that is the beginning and I am not going to write a book about all that transpired from then to the point where this story actually begins. I just wanted you to have an idea how I got to be where I did in 1982 when I was 33.

I was working for a brothel in a big city. Mostly my job was sort of nurse maid to the boys that had been recruited. I was also gopher, janitor, driver etc. I had worked there as a child and the proprietor and I got along quite well. I had been one of his pretty boys which meant I had made him a lot of money. I also liked doing what I did mostly. I suppose I had been born a pervert. The proprietor not only ran a brothel but he was also in the business of procuring young boys to be sold into slavery. We had just gotten in a shipment from the Midwest, a half dozen sweet young things, 4 blonds, a redhead and a brunette, all lovely and ranging in age from 10 to 13. My job was to clean them up and make them look as pretty as possible for the clients and also to stand watch. I was sort of guard, babysitter as well. A fringe benefit was I got to sample the wares as long as I didn't bust their little anal cherries. Our clientele was mostly men but occasionally a female client would be shopping for a young boy.

On this particular occasion, Mrs. X, a woman in her 40s who was the wife of an extremely prominent politition and the heiress to a huge fortune was looking for a "house boy" a euphemism for slave boy. We had our fresh recruits line up along with some existing inventory and all together we had 11 boys line up. She was looking for "an adorable angel that would look cute in pigtails and a dress" So I had all the boys put on dresses, got a touch of make-up on some of them and those with long hair went into pigtails and those without just got pretty ribbons. She came in and inspected the merchandise and zeroed in on the 10 year old fresh recruit that had just arrived. He had long pretty blond hair that came mid way down his back. In pigtails and lipstick and a short pink dress you would not have mistaken him for a boy. Her mind was made up and so she went to the office and I packed up the boy for shipping which meant I gave him some drugs that put him to sleep and gave him a bath and freshly did his hair and make-up, put on some pretty lingerie and boxed him up in a crate with an oxygen tank and had him shipped to her home overseas. I don't know how he got to where he was going. I don't even know what country he ended up in. I just know we never saw him again. The front office took care of those details. This was typical of how the place operated.

A couple of days later I was instructed to get ready two of the boys for a VIP client. By this point I am sure the parents of these boys were all quite frantic. It would be at this point where the FBI would have been involved and the all points bulletins had gone out. But unlike today where they have Amber alerts and in minutes a notice can go out to the entire country, in those days it was rare that anyone outside the immediate area where a kidnapping took place would ever find out unless the victim was famous. None of ours were. My boss made sure to never procure anyone who came from within 500 miles of our city. In fact he preferred boys from rural or Midwestern areas since at the time they tended to be less worldly and more trusting. Not to mention boys who are totally innocent in all ways are a hotter commodity. So our VIP client was quite prominent. The sort of person whose photo and name appeared in the Washington Post at least once a week. He was elected and sent to Washington to do a job and every now and then he would visit our city, not in his district, and have himself a little fun. I don't know if his wife ever found out but I know I never read anything about it in the paper. Not only was he a client but given his position of power he was a sort of co-conspirator. He was on a committee that gave him some power over the FBI and so we were never investigated by them or any other federal agency. I have no idea what sort of discount he might have gotten. All I know is we did anything he wanted to and he tipped well, VERY WELL. I got two boys ready, a newly arrived 12 year old blond with longish hair and an incredibly pretty face and a 7 year old who had been with us for a while. Most of the time he just went into a suite alone and had fun and I had to go in an clean up after. This particular occasion he wanted an audience. He wanted the boys dressed like typical boys. The younger one was dressed as a cub scout and the older one just had jeans and a t-shirt on and was carrying a canvas bag for newspapers. We even put in some newspapers to make it look more real. I helped him tie up the boys and he took some pictures for souvenirs then I was instructed to watch and critique his technique while jerking off. He then systematically molested, tortured, raped and tortured both boys going back and forth. He wanted to finish up by having me rape the 12 year old while he did the 7 year old. The 12 year old was a virgin and I thought he would have wanted to deflower him but he had the hots for the little one so I took the 12 year old from behind and shot my load deep inside him while twisting his nipples practically off his chest as per instructed. After I had to clean up while he settled accounts with the front office. A few weeks later he returned for another go, this time he wanted the 7 year old again along with a newly acquired 9 year old and he was quite rough on the 7 year old who didn't survive the festivities. I did my best to clean up after that mess but they had a pro come in and dispose of the body. We had to put the 9 year old in diapers for a month after that as he couldn't hold in his shit. I don't think it was the ass fucking that did it. It think he had the shit scared out of him literally. After that I lost a taste for that kind of work.

Don't get me wrong, I still loved boinking little boys. I had been doing them since I was one. But I just don't get off on being in a room while one is fucked to death. I had been working there for about a decade and since I was also living there (the place had been an old transient hotel before the new owner turned it into a brothel) free of charge and didn't even pay for my meals or clothing, my expenses were kind of low. I had been able to save up a lot of money in 10 years. So in late 1982 I packed my bags and my $62,000 cash life savings and the $244,000 I stole from the front office and took off in their "company truck." I knew I would have to get rid of the truck soon. I had about a 3 hours window of opportunity to get out of the area and ditch the truck. I got about 150 miles away and into another city and hopped a greyhound bus and went the rest of the distance. Since I knew where most of the procured boys came from and where my employer operated from within the U.S. I knew the parts of the country to settle into. I arrived in a medium size city a couple thousand miles away a few days later with my suitcase and over $300k and never looked back.

I did a little research and found out where the hookers hung out and befriended a couple of under aged drag queens. They hooked me up with a guy who does fake I.D.s. I got a fake birth certificate and social security card which got me an apartment and a drivers license which in turn got me a bank account. I stayed off the radar for a while then enrolled in school and graduated and got a legitimate job. I met a girl and fell in love and got married and have kids. I have never touched my own kids. But I have visited certain places where one can for a fee arrange to be made love to by a sweet little child. My wife I should tell you, is very young looking. When I married her she was 15, I got her an I.D. that said she was 18 and we got married a few weeks later. She is 4 feet tall, weighs about 65lbs and is flat chested and looks like a 10 year old which is part of the appeal. The other part is she knows all about everything I have ever done and just lays there masturbating while I tell her a story of my past. She calls me Daddy and asks me to molest her and it gets pretty hot. But I still yearn for little boys from time to time.


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by Anonymous on Feb 18, 2014 at 9:46 PM

F you lived near me, I'd cut you open from bottom to top, you perverted fucking poor excuse for a human being. I'd watch your guts spill out and watch you die inch by fucking inch.

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