Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: BOYS WILL BE BOYS 1
Published: 16.11.2022
Story Codes: Young Ones, Voyeurism, WS.
Warning: This is a story of pure fantasy. There are no such people, places, and no such incidents every happened. This is entirely derived from the lusting imagination of the author, for his own amusement and yours. Never engage in any acts anything like those depicted here, outside of normal, consensual sex. There is not much of that contained in this document. You must never attempt to influence minors in areas of sexual behavior, or expose them to the kind of activities herein described. Even the delectable little girls described in this story, with their precious little beautifully presented genitalia are not real, so what is described could and did not really happen, and never should. Enough said. Now grab your own ready and eager equipment in a fist and start reading!
Boys Will Be Boys 1
PREMIERE VOYEURS
Kenny and Ricky had their jeans down to their knees and their moist and gleaming young erections in the firm grip of their pumping right fists as they knelt in the dim light, watching through the two-way mirror they had installed earlier in the day.
They had been shown into the room above the leather shop by the owner, Mr. Downstroke, and on his instructions, removed some of the wall behind the mirror that was there, and then replaced it with the specialty mirror they had bought from a nearby hardware store, on his referral.
The hardware merchant who sold them the unusual mirror knew the pair of thirteen-year-old boys had built a tree house, and assumed they wanted it to watch girls on the beach just beyond it without being seen. These youngsters were creative, the merchant thought, and one day would become entrepreneurs.
He was a regular customer of the upstairs room where young girls gave him sexual satisfaction, but had no idea his friend Downstroke, the owner of the leather shop below it, had sent the boys to buy the mirror, or that they might very well be behind it while he took his satisfaction fucking a minor girl as young as nine in the secret upstairs room.
Little did he suspect the boys had something quite different in mind. They had discovered that another school dropout, eleven-year-old Wendy Dickwhacker, was doing business in the room she rented above the leather shop, where men would join her for sexual gratification.
She had gradually developed a very good clientele, as had several other young girls she had introduced to the sex trade, other school dropouts who also rented the secret room upstairs from the understanding leather merchant. It was a healthy side-business for him.
Rent was quite reasonable; every day she worked, she jacked off the owner in the back room before she opened her upstairs business, and when she had brought him to the point of orgasm, thrust the head of his pulsing penis into her mouth so that she swallowed everything he produced. No fuss, no muss.
Wendy provided that service, and one hundred dollars a week as rent, to be able to take care of her two dozen clients in a comfortable secret room. The accommodating Mr. Downstroke provided her with customers, one of the steadies being the hardware man who sold the boys the deceptive mirror.
Downstroke made things easy for her. He even took care of her finances, collecting thirty-five dollars from each man who craved fifteen minutes of dalliance with a pretty cooperative minor. Wendy believed she was providing her services for ten dollars so didn’t mind paying the merchant rent for use of his room.
She was happy with the eight dollars per afternoon she grossed, and the merchant was quite satisfied with the extra three hundred dollars per afternoon that he decided would be his share, before she paid him rent. Wendy was not the only renter of his upstairs minor sex bedroom.
Gina Jackoff and Cathy Cockstroker were two other school dropouts who, at ten, were a year younger than Wendy. They started when Wendy’s sex shift ended at six o’clock, each on alternating nights, and they worked until midnight, providing the same service, for a similar fee.
Downstroke took a bigger cut from his customers for their work, tucking away five hundred dollars each and a total of eight dollars rent every evening for the inconvenience. Debbie Dongjerker, at eleven and sprouting impressive breasts for her age, was the most popular of the girls renting the room from the Mr. Downstroke.
She alternated with Wendy, working afternoons providing sexual services to businessmen above the leather shop. Because of her youth he was able to get one thousand dollars a night from her customers. With these youngsters fucking customers regularly, and the men renting the room to abuse girls for more violent sport, The small specialized bedroom was in use seven days a week.
Some of the grade nine boys had the habit of hanging around the elementary school playground, corrupting the morals of impressionable little girls, and from the first time they encountered her, they had identified Debbie’s potential as a talented cocksucker.
They met her at lunchtime in the bushes at the far end of the school ground, and they trained her to be very efficient at masturbating boys, and producing strong ejaculation for them with her little fists and educated mouth and throat. Debbie saw it as a treat, and proved to be a natural.
They knew that they had a winner when she was able to drain their testicles a second time within twenty minutes, before they all headed back to classes. They were the ones who gave her the professional name of Dongjerker because her impressive use of her gripping little fists pumping on their raging penises.
Most of shop owner Downstroke’s clients were local merchants and politicians, who wanted not to contract venereal disease, so were quite satisfied to have the young girls bring them to ejaculation using only their well-trained mouths and small fists.
Ejaculating in a pretty young girl’s eager mouth was easily as satisfying as cumming in the depths of their wives’ cunts. The last names the girls used professionally were given them by their school chums who encouraged and helped them to learn their trade.
The boys took the young girls into the shower room behind the gym at school. The girls were instant hits with the junior high school boys, particularly with the teams who used the showers together. The elementary school girls had worked their magic on the boys, giving them two dollar blowjobs when they began.
The price was so ridiculously low because the daring little girls had no idea of the true value of their steadily improving sexual services, but the junior high school boys were willing to pay them that to have their penises sucked and semen drawn and consumed by naked schoolgirls.
When they started, the girls used at first their throats, but when more aggressive boys took part, they quickly added the services of their vaginas. Few of the little girls were virgins, and by the time they had been showering with the boys for a couple of months, their tight anus rings were as well used.
The four young girls, when they had dropped out of grades, four, six and seven, made much more when they got nude and charged all the boys one dollar each to watch a special show they concocted which they called their, “Pee Pee Dance,” which they had developed and rehearsed at home.
The act began with the naked girls making individual obscene poses as they moved erotically to a recorded drum track. After half a dozen increasingly explicit poses each, they swarmed each other with passion, rubbing their chests and cleanly shaved vaginas against each other.
They squatted, their knees spread, and produced squirts of urine onto the shower floor, and then ended their lewd performance in the open showers, with dozens of male spectators, by peeing on each other. Two of the naked little girls even pooped, but that did not prove to be popular.
Wendy and Debbie, the oldest and youngest, were bold enough to drink fresh pee as it spurted from their friends’ cuntlets. Wendy was flexible enough to get her hips in the air, go over until her weight was on her shoulders, then spread her knees and send a stream of her piss into her own mouth.
Some of the less experienced boys came every time she did this. That started a trend, and the boys would pull out their penises and jack off as the girls performed, and ejaculate on the tile floor to show their appreciation for their efforts. The janitor was not impressed when she found their mess.
It was this show that got the girls to drop out, a year later, so that they would not have the word, “Expelled,” in their records after the principal, showing the school’s facilities to some State politicians, found them with an audience of thirty boys as they reached the climax of their naked performance.
He and his guests acted shocked to find the nude little girls emptying their bladders onto and into each other for the entertainment of their audience. Half of the boys had their flies open, penises out, and were madly masturbating as they watched the obscene show.
Fresh hot urine from the naked performing girls and small spurts of semen from the young boys were flowing when the shocked Principal and his important guests arrived. Once they had judiciously dropped out, the principal quietly introduced the expelled girls to the leather shop owner.
“When I sent Staci to you, after she dropped out of grade six because of merciless bullying she had to endure due to the outstanding size of her breasts, you used her as a model, dressed her in the sexiest outfits in your store, and you reported your sales increased.
“It was then that you told me sex sells, and that girls could enhance sales. I remember when you had her stand naked in spike heels in that little booth you built, wearing a big dildo in her cunt. You said that for five dollars a peek, you’d pull back the curtain, and sales of dildos exploded right away.
“These kids need to stay off the street for their own good, and need to be somehow gainfully employed to keep them out of mischief. I wonder if any of them have what it takes to help your business like Staci did, and if you think you could gainfully occupy them.
“I did indeed, Staci was a beauty, and I certainly can. As we put more revealing leather outfits on Staci, she continues to be a great marketing asset and productive sales girl. When she turned fourteen I introduced her to a gentleman who trains young women to put their best physical assets to work, so now she only drops by to help out occasionally.
“Well now that you have the studio you’ve had built, it may be time to take it to the next level. These lovely young ladies have developed some habits and skills that make it unwise to keep them in school, but which could earn some tidy profits for you. I’d be happy if you paid me off in their trade, so to speak.”
Mr. Downstroke agreed with the idea, and he immediately made arrangements for Wendy and Gina to work in the new, “Studio,” he had prepared above his shop. He then made separate arrangements for the other two, and had worked out how to enjoy their time with customers.
When it was built, he had included a small space from which he could, unseen, observe proceedings in the small room, but unfortunately the builder had fitted the wall with a simple mirror. He covered it with a blanket, and used a small hole in the fabric to observe what the girls were doing.
He intended to have the window changed for a one-way mirror. That had yet to happen, because the man was by habit a person who had others do what he wanted. He had no trouble in identifying who would do the necessary change to the window.
Not long after the girls began their new business, he watched the two boys on consecutive days observing as every fifteen minutes a customer arrived at the shop as another, with a satisfied look on his face, left. They knew something worthwhile was going on up there.
They were trying to imagine how they could get access to the upstairs room, to see what the girls were doing. They had heard the stories about the wild things the two girls did when they were at school, and their imaginations filled in the blanks about what they were doing with the men.
They desperately wanted to see what was going on in the secret room first hand. How that could happen was a puzzlement to them, until the answer presented itself, without them having to find a way to enjoy the girls’ sexually deviant behavior on their own.
“Hi boys,” Downstroke said in his friendliest tone, “I’ll bet you’re wondering what those two preteen girls are doing spending so much time up above my store. The thing is, I happen to know exactly what they’re up to, and if you want, I can let you see for yourselves — I can arrange that you can quietly watch the nasty sexual things they do with men, unobserved!”
Kenny and Ricky were dumbfounded. They had no idea what to say, but the man who worked in the main-floor shop had their undivided attention.
“I own the Leather Shop,” Downstroke continued, “And also the room upstairs they rent from me to do whatever business they want. If you boys would like to see what kind of things they do up there without being seen, well, I know how that might be arranged. You’ll have to do a bit of work for me first, though, to make it possible to watch them do their thing without them or their customers seeing you. There is a way, but it will take a bit of work. Are you two up for it?”
It was Kenny that spoke up.
“Wow! Sure! What do we have to do to help?”
“Good boys. I knew you two were curious. Come back tomorrow morning, before school. Can you be here by eight o’clock?”
“You bet! We’ll be here early!”
This time it was Ricky who had spoken up. Kenny nodded his head eagerly in full agreement.
“Well then, I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. Eight o’clock will be fine.”
The boys headed off, chatting excitedly. They had a new ally in their quest to see real kiddie sex. What the shop owner did not mention was the hours the girls worked, or that all night, from 12.30 to 7.30 AM he had seven eager mothers and their little daughters lined up.
There was one for each day of the week. Two were single mothers, living on the fringe, but the other five were middle class women who would bring their seven and eight-year-old daughters for a night of more aggressive completely raw and unbridled sexual action.
Many of his clients had suggested they’d like to do some serious kiddie fucking, and requested Downstroke provide younger girls for them to play with. That was not unusual in a growing city of four hundred and twenty thousand people. The only time the space above his shop was empty was during the morning.
With a carefully worded ad placed in the neighborhood newspaper for a couple of weeks, he identified the five middle class young mothers, bored with staying at home, who would gladly train and give their grade two and three daughters a weekly five hour shift.
He had found the down-and-out mothers at a soup kitchen, lined up with their little girls every afternoon. He had made them an offer they couldn’t refuse, first fucking the children with the mothers watching so they knew he was safe, and then offering them the shifts above his store.
All of the children gave fifteen minute fucks for ten dollars apiece, or for special customers, were made available for a brutal rape, earning either forty dollars per hour for regular fucks, or one hundred dollars for an hour long rapes scene.
They made a total of two hundred dollars for five hours of work, with a nightly bonus of a rape, once a week. He charged his customers one hundred and twenty dollars for a kiddie fuck with the young girls upstairs, or five hundred dollars to rape them, pocketing two thousand, eight hundred dollars a night from his productive little side business. Downstroke proved to be an astute businessman.
After paying the mothers their pittance for renting out the sexual favors of their seven and eight-year-old daughters, subtracting rent, that was not a bad profit for simply collecting the money as the customers arrived, and taking free fucks from the young mothers in the back room while their little girl worked the mattress upstairs.
The other thing he did not mention to the boys was that he intended much more for them than just watching the girls, and that one of his intentions was to get them to recruit some other boys their age. That invitation would come at the appropriate time.
They did not need to know that he was hired by a wealthy State cabal to recruit young girls and boys, or that he had installed a set of cameras to monitor the hidden viewing area. The images from the cameras went to the estate of one of the members of the cabal, where they could relax and observe the recruiting process.
Kenny and Ricky were on their knees in the four-foot-wide space behind a wall in the upstairs room where they had installed the new one-way mirror. They were too absorbed by the entertainment on the small bed to notice the cameras recording their own vigorous masturbation, by the light that came back through the mirror.
Mr. Downstroke was an associate member, a term for a vendor with privileges, of a private group that got its kicks from watching young boys masturbate, and much more that as a vendor he knew nothing about. He was just a broker, supplying the group with boys and girls deeply involved in providing sexually stimulating entertainment.
The leather merchant was grooming the boys as required by his wealthy clients by exploiting their sexual curiosity, and developing in them the lust for the carnal pleasures of self-induced orgasm, and to teach them females were less than humans in the view of real men.
END OF CHAPTER ONE / TO BE CONTINUED