FTRP Chapter 8

Daray’s plan was working nicely. He’d taught the boy that oral sex could be pleasurable. Now he needed to teach him that anal sex could also be pleasurable. The boy was used to pain, but Daray would get the boy addicted to anal sex anyway. The boy was still young. His hormones were going haywire. He must have been so confused that he’d enjoyed his rape even though it was mainly oral sex. Anal was more challenging. The boy was still unaccustomed to anal so of course it would hurt. The boy had only been taken a few weeks ago.

But Daray knew he could turn the boy into a willing whore. And then the boy’s pride would be all but gone. The man watched the live feed from his hidden camera. It showed the boy sleeping on his dirty old mattress. He’d sent the boy away over five hours ago and now he slept with a beautiful erection. Daray smiled as he wondered what the child was dreaming about. His mouth, perhaps?

Daray met with a customer in the waiting room only a few minutes later. He asked the burly man what he was into. The man, Paul he’d said his name was—obviously not his real name—sat on the couch across from him.

“I, uh…I’m not sure,” he said.

“Well then,” Daray said, handing the man a binder. “Here’s our catalogue. Feel free to look through it.”

The man took the binder and began looking through the pages. “Wow, it’s really true. My friend—he’s the one who recommended this place—he told me that you guys only sell children. Unbelievable! And they’re all so cute too. If only you had—”

The man stumbled across one of the last pages in the book. The page said the whore was only thirteen years old. He stared at the pictures of the nymph. The child was fair and slender with pouty pink lips and thick, wild black hair. The child’s green eyes were to die for. And, most importantly, the child was a boy. The burly man, Paul, read the name at the top. Emres. Beautiful.

“You have boys?” he asked. The man didn’t need to look at the rest of the catalogue. He’d chosen. None of girls could compare. And boy prostitutes were rare. He didn’t even wish to check what the other boys looked like. Emres was perfect. Everything he ever wanted.

“Only one currently. What do you think of him? He’s a top seller. And fresh too. Broken in only a few weeks ago.”

The man nodded. “I want him.”

“We’ll get him ready for you, but in the meantime let me tell you our rules since you’re a first time customer.” Daray went over the rules with the man and the different price points. There were different prices for different services as well as length of time. Most customers booked an hour and chose anal sex if the merchandise was male. He then explained to the man that they had bdsm packages as well as heavy violence packages, but the boy he’d chosen could only be purchased for light bdsm and absolutely no violence. Daray wanted to keep this boy for as long as possible.

“I don’t think I’ll do any bdsm with the cutie tonight. Just oral and anal. Oh, by the way, how much does it cost to suck on his nipples?”

“Nipple play is free as long as it’s only touching and sucking. Anything more extreme would cost extra.”

“What about oral? I mean performed on him?”

“Performing oral on our merchandise is not common for customers to ask for, but the service can be provided. The cost is minimal.”

“Okay, you can add that to my list then. Also, what about kissing and snuggling?”

“Kissing and snuggling is free, though be aware that you are paying by the hour.”

“I understand. And I think that’s all I’ll be doing with him tonight.”

Daray calculated it all out and wrote the cost on a piece of paper. “This is your total. We take payment in advance. Would you like to see him first?”

The man nodded. The number on the sheet of paper was nothing to scoff at. “Are all the children this expensive?”

“No,” Daray said. “But boys are always pricier. Especially this one. No doubt you can see why.”

Yes the man could definitely see. Emres was practically angelic in appearance.

The door opened and a large man led the boy of his dreams to meet him. Emres was even more beautiful in person. Short and skinny with the face of a nymph.

“Is he to your liking?”

The man just nodded. He needed to bed this boy. He didn’t care how much it cost. And besides, he was a multibillionaire. He could afford it. He quickly agreed to the amount and began writing a check. The man stopped him.

“We only accept cash here. This is very delicate business and these types of transactions cannot leave a paper trail. I’m sure you understand.”

“Yes, of course,” the man said. He took out his wallet but he didn’t have enough to pay for the boy.

Daray watched the man grow anxious as he stared into his wallet. The man clearly didn’t have the funds. “Do you have enough money to pay for this purchase, Mr. Paul?”

“I…I don’t,” the man said, defeated.

“Very well.” Daray turned to his henchman “Jean, bring the boy back to his room.”

“No, wait!” The man cried. “Hold on, I’ll get you the money.” The burly man picked up his phone and spoke quickly into it. “Thomas, bring six thousand pounds in cash to the Anderson-Jones Law Firm immediately. I expect you here in ten minutes or less!” The man hung up. “I assure you,” the man said, addressing Daray, “I can pay.”

Daray had Jean put the boy in one of the Red Rooms. ‘Red Rooms’ was what they called the rooms that customers used when fucking the merchandise.

Harry sat on the bed in one of the Red Rooms. It was probably more than fifteen minutes before anyone came in. When the door was opened he saw one of the guards lead the customer from earlier into the room.

“Remember,” the guard said. “No violence. You can rape him, but don’t hurt him too badly. That includes punching, kicking, choking, scratching, and biting.”

“What about his nipples? Can I bite his nipples?”

“Gently. Just don’t bite them off.”

“Oh god no. I would never.”

“Enjoy, sir.” Then the man was gone.

Harry watched the burly man slowly walk toward the bed.

“Hello Emres,” he said. “I’m…” He got close and whispered in the child’s ear. “Lamar.” Lamar didn’t know why he wanted to tell the boy his real name. It just seemed right. He felt a connection with Emres the moment he’d seen him.

“How about we get started, love? Why don’t we start with a kiss?” Lamar was a little sad when the boy didn’t move to kiss him. “What’s wrong, angel? Are you shy?”

“What did you say?” The boy finally spoke.

The boy’s French was atrocious. Lamar understood that the boy didn’t speak the language. Too bad, the only languages Lamar knew were French and English. He tried the latter. “Can you speak English?”

The boy startled. “Yes, I can speak English.”

Lamar noted that the boy had a British accent. “Are you from the UK, little one?”

“England.”

“You are so far from home, aren’t you?”

Harry looked down at his knees. This wasn’t the first time a customer wanted to talk with him, but they usually didn’t spend this long getting to know him. And the man could speak English too, he had a heavy accent, but at least he could understand what he was saying.

“I’m going to make my little British angel feel so much pleasure tonight,” Lamar said, looking at his watch. He’d already spent five minutes of his time. “Now, like I said, let’s start with a kiss. Come here and kiss me, love.”

Harry really didn’t want to kiss this man, but he had no choice. He leaned in and pressed his lips against the burly man’s. Harry was forced to kiss the man for three whole minutes. The man’s tongue went into his mouth and tried to play with his own. Harry didn’t like it.

When the kiss ended the man had him strip. The man removed his own clothes as well. Then he had Harry lie back on the bed. The man started playing with and sucking his nipples. He pumped Harry’s cock while he did this. Normally Harry wouldn’t react to having his penis touched, but after Daray had sucked him off, Harry got hard in Lamar’s hand.

Then the man wanted to try a position that Harry had never done before. Lamar got on top of him so that him cock was right above Harry’s head and his mouth was right above Harry’s prick. The man gave Harry’s member a slow lick. Harry understood that he was meant to give the man the same attention. He licked the head of the man’s cock. The two began sucking each other off. Lamar was the first to come. When he did he took his mouth off Harry. Harry was very hard by this point. He had to keep telling himself that he wasn’t enjoying this.

Lamar heard the boy let out a tiny desperate moan when he took his mouth off his cute cock. But he couldn’t bring his lover to climax just yet. He got off the boy.

“The man said there would be lube in the nightstand,” Lamar said before opening the drawer and finding a half-empty bottle of lubricant. “I’m going to get that cute little hole ready. Now grab hold of the back of your knees. Bring your legs up and out so I can prepare you.”

Harry did as he was told. He hated participating in his own rape. It was like he was making it easier for the man to rape him.

He felt when the cold lube touched his pucker. The man circled his ring with a finger before inserting it inside. Then he added another finger and scissored them inside him. Most customers didn’t bother preparing him. They just lubed up their cock and fucked him. It always hurt.

After the man had prepared him, he slowly inserted himself inside. Harry felt a stretch and some pain as the man’s cock was huge, but that was all. No searing pain this time.

Lamar moved in and out slowly. He was trying to be as gentle as possible with his angel. After a while of being gently he started picking up the pace. He pumped the boy’s prick as he thrust his cock inside. He tried to find the boy’s sweet spot. He kept fucking him until he needed to come. He pulled out, not wanting to come too fast. He was still rock hard when he put himself back in.

The boy had his eyes closed. “Look at me,” Lamar said.

Harry opened his eyes.

“Good boy.”

Harry didn’t want to look. It made everything more real. He saw the man’s cock disappear inside him. It was weird. Without all the pain it just felt weird. Not good, but weird.

Then their eyes met. Lamar smiled down at him and kissed him once more. He ran a hand through Harry’s hair and played with a nipple. When next the man thrusted inside him, Harry gasped. What was that? Somewhere inside him…Lamar’s cock hit something that felt…not good. It had not felt good. It hadn’t.

“Ah, I found it. Well then, I’ll aim there,” Lamar said, repositioning himself so that he would hit the same spot twice. It worked. The boy moaned. “You are so precious,” the man said. He kept hitting that spot over and over, but couldn’t get the boy to come like he wanted. He decided to pump the boy’s dick harder as he fucked his tight hole.

“No!” Harry cried. “Stop! No more!” harry felt tears steak down his face. What was happening to him? Why was the man making him feel his way? He was being raped so why did it feel so…

“Hush, love. You feel good and that’s okay. I’m trying to make you feel good. Come for me, Emres.”

Lamar couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The next time the boy moaned, he came inside him. Apparently he’d hit the boy’s prostate with his last thrust because the boy came all over his hand. He pulled out and rested on the bed beside the sobbing child.

He brought his sticky hand to his mouth and sucked the boy’s cum off his fingers. The boy was still crying. He held the child close to his chest and let the boy cry. Then he kissed him again. He trailed kisses all over his neck. Then he kissed the boy’s mouth. A deep, sensual kiss. Tears were still streaming down the boy’s cheeks.

“Hush, little one. Lamar is here for you. He snuggled into the boy, who was the perfect size for him. When the boy stopped his tears, Lamar began languidly playing with the boy’s cock and balls. It didn’t take long for the member to get hard again. Lamar couldn’t get hard again so soon though. He wasn’t young anymore. He gently fondled the child until his alarm on his phone went off. He only had a few minutes left with the boy.

Lamar sighed and began putting his clothes back on. The boy stared at the ceiling. When he was all dressed he asked the boy for a goodbye kiss. Emres sat up and kissed him. Lamar only meant a quick peck, but he couldn’t help himself. He dove his tongue inside.

Then there was a knock at the door. Lamar gave the boy a wink and a promise to see him again soon before leaving the room.

Harry put his boxers and sweatpants back on and left the room as well. The guard was there to walk him to his room. He passed by Daray in the hallway and the man’s eyes widened when they saw him. Harry knew why. He looked down. The sweatpants couldn’t hide his blatant erection. He blushed and looked away. When he got to his room he sobbed on the mattress. He remembered one of Daray’s first words to him, ‘There is no crying here’.

“Go to hell,” Harry sniffled.

After a while, Harry’s erection subsided and he fell asleep. He was awoken only an hour later. He had another customer.

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Severus looked at himself in the mirror. The glamour he’d used only affected the appearance of his face. His build and skin tone were exactly the same. Severus hated his appearance more than usual. The glamor gave him blue eyes and short blond hair. The spell didn’t make him look younger, though the dark circles that had been under his eyes were missing. The only thing Severus liked about his new face was his nose. His nose was slender and not at all hook-shaped. Overall, he looked like a completely different person.

Severus walked out the door of his hotel room to the next destination on their brothel list. The man had already been looking for the boy for a week with no luck. When he entered the repulsive venue he was quickly greeted by a man asking to take his coat. Severus refused and asked to see their catalogue. The man led Severus to a small waiting room where he soon met the manager of the establishment.

The manager handed Severus a binder and the man leafed through it. Nothing out of the ordinary lay within. All the women were clearly of age. Severus looked at the man and asked him in a lowered voice if he had any specialty merchandise. Something a little more risqué. He spoke in perfect French.

The manager gave him a knowing smile and took back the binder. “Yes, I believe I have what you want, monsieur. I pegged you for that type of man the moment I saw you.”

Severus wondered if his glamour really made him look like a pederast. He didn’t like the thought.

“Here,” he said taking the binder from Severus and handing him a new one. “I believe these ones will be more to your liking.”

Severus didn’t want to open the binder. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. He’d finally found a brothel that sold children. All the other places had no ‘special merchandise’ but this one…

He had to open it. He had to confirm if Potter was there. But he didn’t want to see the faces of child prostitutes. He couldn’t save them. That wasn’t his mission. Get the brat and get out. That’s what he had to do.

He must have hesitated for too long because the manger was looking at him funny. Severus opened the binder. Then he flipped through the pages. All the pages. What the fuck was this?

“Do you like them? All of these women are at least seven months along. Do any of them excite you? Clara is quite popular if you like doe-eyed blonds.”

The entire binder was full of pictures of pregnant women. Heavily pregnant women. Severus supposed it was ‘special merchandise’ but not at all what he was looking for. Severus thanked the man for his time and left the brothel. He was on to the next place.

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