Chapter 12: Et Merx
Notes:
WARNING: Extremely underage
[Kinks: slavery, EXTREMELY underage, daddy kink, urethral play, non-con/rape, M/m, enema, inflation, anal, non-consensual body mods, amputee, piercings, sex toys]
Chapter Text
"I may have gone overboard", worried Christopher Cray as he stared down at the contents of his package. He set aside the lid of the crate and felt sick for a moment. This was a living child that he had just custom ordered, clicking little boxes "yes" and not thinking once about the fact that he was buying himself a person.
Or that buying a child as a slave was the one reason he moved to this city, Hart's City. He never once sat down and thought about what he was doing. He successfully convinced his boss that it was a great idea that Chris move to the new little nation and become a correspondent. News about their neighboring nation was hot, and everyone was scrambling to read about the newest depravity, so it made sense to have someone on the ground.
Chris had been so sure of what he wanted, thinking nonstop about Jamie's ass and realizing that if he moved here, he could have what he had always actually wanted.
He thought resolutely about Jamie again, and how much he had enjoyed fucking a child that had been surgically modified. There was no going back now anyway. There were no returns and Chris had spent a irresponsible amount of money on the kid.
He was never retiring now.
The man stared down at his new designer property. Nestled in the crate surrounded by a soft foam and thoroughly drugged was a blindfolded three year old boy who had modifications that Chris didn't even remember selecting. He actually went through one of Hart's companies so his modification options were quiet broad, and he took advantage. He quickly read back over his selections, comparing the list to the real thing. The boy was mute as Chris was not interested in the chatter or whining of a child, he didn't want to feel like the thing's father.
Piercings (studs in his tongue, nipples... and all down his tiny dick... Including a rather large prince albert piercing that held a prince's' wand in place. The sound held the boy's cock stiff in a mockery of an erection. A catheter had been threaded up through the wand, leading to a discreetly hidden bag for transport.
He wasn't sure if he'd be keeping the child long enough to worry about puberty so he opted to keep the boy's balls. He reached out and gently pressed his fingers against the boy's soft sack, causing the boy to jump. They hadn't dropped yet, given that the boy was a toddler, which started to stir something deep inside of Chris. He gave the sack a light pinch, and the kid shook his head, his mouth moving uselessly.
Chris could a throb in his groin as he let himself run his hands over the child, exploring the most extreme modification that he had made. The boy had no arms or legs, leaving him just a toy to pick up and fuck whenever Chris wished.
The man reached into the crate and lifted the boy, holding him at arm's length. He was so light.
And so bloated.
His colon had been pumped full of a fluid that would insure the child's hydration during transit, dissolved waste, and provided some nutrients. The workers at the processing plant always liked to fill the stock much more than necessary, something that Hart let go because the slight loss of his hydration fluid was worth it to him for the depravity.
The boy was firmly plugged, keeping the fluid inside and leaving the toddler looking pregnant. It just have been torture to have held it as long as he had-- Chris estimated it must have been two days.
Chris held the kid under his arm like a football, the boy's belly pressing down on the hand holding him up. He thrashed as much as he was able at the added pressure in his stomach, which only resulted in Chris holding him tighter. The man brought the boy to the bathroom and set him in the bath, holding him upright with one arm and began pulling the plug free.
The boy started trying to resist at first, but then quieted as the plug pulled free, allowing the blue fluid to flow out of him. Chris set down the plug, a full inch and a half wide, and pressed impatiently on the boy's stomach to hurry things along. The boy stiffened and wiggled in displeasure. The man wanted to fuck the toddler as soon as possible.
Chris had had the boy trained and prepared anally so that he didn't have to take to time to try to stretch such a tiny hole himself. So he had him stretched as much as was safe for his small body, and it was just big enough to allow an adult man to fuck him.
The man deflated the bulb of the catheter inside of the kid and slid it out through his wand. He disposed of the bag attached to the catheter with distaste.
Finally fully drained, Chris lay the now limp boy down in the tub so that he could undo his pants with shaking hands. He wanted this so badly.
The boy was lifted again and lined the kid up with his dick. The fluid the boy had been filled with also doubled as a lubricant, making it take no effort at all to assfuck their new slave immediately. He plunged inside the toddler, causing the boy to stiffen and throw his head back in a silent scream. Chris ignored the tears streaming down the child's cheeks, the boy's first fuck rough and uncaring.
To his amazement, Chris could actually see himself fucking the child through his stomach. He watched in awe as a bulge formed in the kid's belly every time he plunged inside.
He could watch that for hours, he'd have to film it.
Chris was in ecstasy; pulling a three year old down on his cock was even better than fucking Jamie had been.
His cock wasn't sizable, but it was huge to the toddler, who Chris fucked raw, uncaring of the boy's pleasure.
Tensing, Chris shot himself deep into the boy and pulled out after a few more pumps.
The kid both winced and sighed as he was lifted off of the man's cock, thankful that it was over..
Thoughtfully, the man held the child to his chest with one arm and removed the blindfold, letting the boy see the face of his new owner.
The child was blinded as he saw light for the first time in two days, but his vision eventually returned and he focused on his master.
The poor thing still didn't understand what was happening to him at all, nothing had been explained, and even if it had, it was doubtful that the three year old would have understood.
Looking into the boy's terrified amber eyes the man could feel himself stirring again. He had taken a light dose of aphrodisiacs (illegal back home) in anticipation of receiving his order, and he was already growing a second erection. He made his way over to to his living room and set the child down on the couch while he fully removed his pants. He sat next to the boy and scooped him into his lap. He knew that the boy wouldn't understand how to take a pill properly so he slipped the second aphrodisiac pill into the boy's ass, as far as Chris' fingers could reach.
The pill was fast dissolving and fast acting, so the boy should be feeling aroused for the first time in his life very soon.
The boy began to cry again as he was lowered onto the man's cock until he was fully seated, Chris' cock pushing the aphrodisiac even deeper into the boy. The member reached all the way to the end of his colon, the head of his dick pressing against it. The boy stayed very, very still, trying to lessen the discomfort.
Chris knew that he would end up using the boy like he had in the bathroom frequently. Using him as nothing more than a tool to get off with, but he also remembered sweet Jamie, who had cum just from Chris fucking his asspussy.
He let the boy sit and waited for the drug to kick in, and it was only two minutes before the child's hips started wiggling under Chris' hands and his breathing sped up.
Chris ran his fingers across the bulge his dick had caused in the boy's belly and massaged himself through the boy.
"Are you starting to feel good? That's because of um, of Daddy's cock. I'm going to be your new daddy, and I'm not always going to be nice, but I can make you feel good. So always be a good pet, okay Baby?"
The boy didn't respond, instead shaking as he was taken over by the new overwhelming feeling. He didn't know what he wanted, but he needed it, and he instinctively knew that the cock inside of him was somehow the key to getting it. He swiveled his hips experimentally and gasped as the change in position put pressure on his little prostate. He immediately repeated the motion and his mouth went slack.
Chris chuckled and turned on the TV.
The very first thing he saw was pure porn between a man and a slave that had been hogtied on the ground. She had an inflatable plug in her ass and sobbed and screamed around her gag as the plug grew to the size of a fist. She stupidly was trying to push it out, causing herself more pain. Chris decided to continue watching, making sure that the child was too, "see, that's what I'll do to you if you're bad."
He wouldn't tell the boy that he was now going to try an inflatable plug on him no matter if he was bad or not.
The toddler sniffled and sobbed, both from fear at the scene on the TV and from his arousal, which was terrifying and new itself.
Chris sighed in irritation and rocked his hips. The boy froze and his tears stopped.
"Do you want me to make you feel good?" Chris rocked his hips again.
Debating, the boy took too long to respond, "well I'm going to do it anyway," Chris mused.
He reached around the boy and gently tugged at the boy's tiny dick. He could feel like sound through the soft shaft, and he pressed firmer in order to feel it. The child shook his head.
Chris lightened his grip again, fiddling with the piercings in the boy's dick and gently stroking it up and down with his thumb and forefinger. The kid's hips started to shift again, and as he remembered that special spot inside of his hole, he ground backwards.
The man let go of the boy's cock and placed his hands on the boy's waist, "Daddy's going to fuck you now, you little s-slut. Make sure to watch the tv, don't close your eyes or I'll do that to you."
The child nodded, both fearful and confused. He didn't know what was happening on the TV, just that the woman's ass hurt like his did sometimes, but he knew he didn't want it to happen to him. He also wasn't sure what "fucking" was, but he heard a lot of words that he didn't understand so he was used to that in a way.
He was lifted and was suddenly sliding up Chris' cock and then was lowered again. The boy began to wiggle as Chris managed to find the angle to hit the child's prostate as he thrusted.
Chris pulled the boy nearly all of the way off of his cock… and slipped. The toddler dropped down onto the man's cock abruptly, he dick bottoming out and pressing hard against the end of his colon. The boy threw his head back and he came, his mouth wide as he tried to scream. He shuddered and shook, tightening down on Chris like a vice and dragging his second orgasm of the night from him.
There were three more orgasms for Chris and five for the toddler during the night, until Chris plugged the boy up and put him to bed.
Chris had decided on a crib for the child, it would insure that he couldn't roll anywhere and hurt himself. He set him down in the crib and stared for a moment.
"Well," he said.
He left the room.