Prince of The Street Part 2
“I know. But listen it can also be dangerous. Some whores get beaten up and even killed. I have a business proposition for you. I live in an old abandoned war shelter hidden in the park. It is next to the stream so we can take baths there. I live with 2 other boys. They are 8 and 9 years old. I am 16. We take care of each other.
We are like a family. We love each other and protect each other. The 8-year-old often gets pains in his stomach, but we never have enough money for medicine. I will ask if you want to be in our family. We will always make sure that you have clothes and food and a warm place to sleep. I will make sure that you don’t get hurt when you whore yourself.
I could feel that my eyes were watery and a few tears were rolling down my cheek. This was a chance to have a home that was an abandoned shelter? This was a chance to have a new family that would protect me and like me. This was a chance to help smaller boys that were in the same position as me. I would have to be a whore boy, but I would be using my looks and body to help other boys, so they didn’t have to do it. I agreed to the chance and told Alex that I was glad that he asked me. On the way home, he told me about his plans. I would be a prostitute on Rose Alley or as everyone called it Sissy Street. He explained it was a place where boys dressed as girls and sissies and paedophiles came all the time.
I put on the trousers and t-shirt. Alex welcomed me back and said that it must be lovely having boy clothes on. I told him that it was the first time that I ever wore boy clothes. In a way, they felt weird. We agreed that I could wear girl clothes when I was working, but when I was home, I should wear the clothes I was comfortable in. I told them my life story, and how I ended being kicked out and ended some a whore boy. Then each boy started telling their story. Their stories were just as sad, if not sadder than my story.
I spent a few days getting used to my new family. We got to know each other quite well. I was happy. I felt that I had a new loving family, I had enough food and I had a place to sleep. After a few days, I told Alex it was the time I started earning some money. Maybe if we made enough, we could buy some medicine so our little brother was not in pain. I found pink baggy shorts and a Barbie t-shirt, as well as stockings that came to my thighs. Alex was amazed that I could look so pretty. He felt sorry for me that I had to offer my body so they could eat. I said that I wanted to earn our family money and I was good at it. We walked to Sissy Street.
There were a few other boys there that were a year or two older than me. Looking at them I could see they wanted to look pretty, but some boys just looked strange, especially them that had makeup on. I wore no makeup. It most likely made me look more natural and younger. Still, I made many friends there. I knew that these boys were forced to be street prostitutes. It was because we all needed money for food. One man stopped in a grey car.
He put his window down and told me to come over to him. I was then given some money, while he told me to stand sideways. This was a strange request. I just wanted to hop in the car and let him fuck me. That’s right; a part of me wanted a cock in me. I just stood there as I felt his hand go down my shorts and started massaging my ass. Within a few minutes, he was fingering my ass. I moaned as it felt so good. He then started speaking dirty in English. I understood what he wanted me to admit. “My name is Nicholas… You can call me Nikki…
The man then opened the door and told me to kneel on the pavement beside the door. I, of course, lowered my head on it while my tongue started playing with the top of his cock, then slowly the cock entered my mouth., slowly until it was touching my throat. The man did not have a big cock, so I didn’t have to worry about deep throating. I bobbed my head up and down, now used to having a cock in my mouth. I was starting to think that sucking cock is actually fun. I was good at it. The moans and praising me as a cocksucker obviously meant that he was enjoying the blowjob. Within no time, I was swallowing his cum. I closed my mouth as much as I could around his cock and tried to make sure nothing escaped. The man was relieved and asked would I be here again? I said yes. He gave me more money, even though he already gave me money.
“I don’t think so. I don’t mind being fucked or sucking. Its sorta is nice. Anyhow now we have the money for our little brother, so he can get some medicine and not be in so much pain”
“Well, you are good at acting like a faggot. Maybe you will turn into one. I will still love you as a brother and respect you; after all, you earn money so we can eat”
The next few weeks started to have a routine. At home in our shelter, I would wear the boy clothes. Every few days I would put the girl’s clothes on and go to Sissy Street. I started being more daring with the clothes. I started to like skirts and especially tights and stockings. I tried on high heels but did not like them.
I would kiss, or suck or get fucked and fingered. I started to love it! This made me afraid that I was actually gay. I started to go to Sissy Street every night. We didn’t need the money, but we could buy things that we needed. I even cut my hair; Like Aaron Carter looked like when he was my age. I looked more like a boy, a feminine boy.
One night, I was wearing a white fluffy skirt and a strap over the shoulder top and white stockings. I felt like a real princess, and I liked when people would try looking, hoping the wind would lift my skirt. This van stopped. It was the standard that Alex talked with the clients or pedos as I called them. He would see if they looked safe and after getting some money I would come over and do my part. Sometimes I was lucky to get an extra tip. This time was strange. Alex gave me permission to go in the van. I was ready to be abused again. However, there were 2 men. One was holding a TV camera and the other was sitting on a sofa in the back of the van. I thought they would tape it. I never tried this before. I sat between the men and looked as innocent and pretty as I could be. He didn’t do anything. He just started asking me questions.
He then asked me if I was gay. I paused and thought about it. I told him that I didn’t think I was gay. I just liked when men looked at me, especially naked and it made them horny. I also admitted I liked sucking and being fucked with a finger or cock. There was a pause, and I said that I only did it because I lived on the street. I told him that no boy here would sell their body if they had a loving family. They did it to survive.
I was his sissy sex toy. I knew my place. After we kissed for ages, He told me to get on my knees. He stood up and told me to open my mouth. I expected him to put his cock in my mouth, but he started pissing on me. I was of course humiliated but I tried it before. In fact, as he was pissing I thought it was good that I didn’t have to clean the van afterwards. Pictures were being taken and the TV camera was rolling. He actually didn’t piss that long but stuck his cock in my mouth. I smiled up at him.
Not only was I sucking a cock, that my mouth loved, but another man was looking and taking pictures. I looked over at the cameraman suddenly noticed that he was naked. How did he do this while he was taking pictures? Within no time, sperm was flowing in my mouth. I swallowed every drop. It was not over yet, the man told me to lie on my back on the sofa. He then tied my hands to some bars that were at the end of the sofa.
The man was breathing hard and I could feel his sweat drop. After a few minutes, I was so horny that I loved having his cock in me. I loved the way he was pumping me. The man who started taking pictures insisted I was gay. I didn’t care what he said. It was hard to deny it with a huge cock in my ass. Especially when Alex opened the van door and said the time was up.
I shouted back at Alex to close the door, “Not now, mmmm, big cock in me. I need it. Ohh… Alex shook his head and mumbled that I was a pussy boy and closed the door. We just continued fucking and then I could feel his stall. I knew he was about to try to make me feel pregnant. I could feel his warm baby juice squirt in me. It was time for me to leave. I put my clothes on. Just as I was about to leave the van, the interviewer touched my shoulder. He gave me more money was he gave me a French kiss. He told me that I had a nice necklace.
One day, my little brother told me to come with him. We went out of the park and to a TV shop. We went in and pretended we were looking at the TV. After 10 minutes, there was a special report about me. I was shocked when I saw myself on TV. I heard myself explaining to me being a sissy and a faggot, and getting money to be with men. I could feel my face going red, knowing that my dad and my family and old school friends would see this.
The story went on to explain that I was also the world’s most famous child porn star. They showed the front page of the hidden internet page that showed my face and my fairy necklace. I tried putting my hand on the back of the necklace to take it off. It was stuck. The story showed that thousands of men have paid to see me getting fucked and sucking. This was proof that everyone I know could see that I was just a pussy boy. I sat down thinking how many thousands of men and women saw these pictures. It was obvious that the journalists that have had sex with me put the pictures and videos on the net. I made them rich. One of the people seemed to recognize me, and I hurried out as my little brother was joking that I was now famous. I decided that I no longer will be gay. I wanted to be normal.
Alex didn’t understand why I didn’t want to be gay. He said I was a sissy faggot and might as well get paid for it. I put my foot down. Our money and rations quickly disappeared and he told me that. Alex tried to beg for money without having sex in Sissy Street. He was disappointed after a few days and said that he was not cute enough. I would have to beg or they would starve. I tried doing it, but every time a man spoke with me, he recognized me and hurried off thinking the police were keeping an eye on me. Some other boys gathered around me later and started teasing that I was a porn star. I tried denying it but my fairy necklace was proof of who I was. They were mad at the end, saying that I was scaring the other men. I was chased out of Sissy Street.
Two days later, Alex said that I had to be a prostitute again and sell my sissy body. I refused but he said that was not an option. I was silent but he just shoved me on the ground and started taking my clothes off. I tried screaming but he put some panties I was wearing in my mouth. He raised my legs and smiled as he seen my boy pussy and muttered that it was now his turn. He thrust his cock into it without any lubrication. I wanted to scream. I even wanted to die, but all I can let out was a moan and a grunt. He then started telling me to admit I was gay and missed being a sex toy for real men. Tears were running down my eyes, remembering that Alex promised that he would protect me. Now he was raping me with the little boys looking on. After he spermed in my ass, I collapsed and he asked would I sell myself? He told me that Sissy Street was impossible, as I would be killed. I would have to be a boy whore in the park.
This man came up to me. He was a fat man that obviously couldn’t find anyone to live with. He needed a bath. He told me I was pretty and asked if I was a boy or a girl. He was confused because my top said, sissy. I lifted my skirt and showed the lump in it. He said that he loved little sissy boys and asked did I want to fool around with him. I just put out my hand indicating that it was for money. The poor man tried explaining that he had no work and no money, and no one loved him. I understand why when he was chasing little boys like me. I said I am not gay, and only did it for money. Even I no longer believed that anymore. I started to walk away and he rushed after me putting some money in my top, touching my nipples as he done that. He told me to meet him in the men’s toilet.
I waited for a few minutes and then went into the toilet. It smelled like piss, but the man wanted to meet there, and we needed money. I walked slowly by the stalls and could see one of them slowly opening. I walked in. it was the man with his trousers down.
The more your body gets it. The more you need it. Within a few minutes, I had his cum in my mouth and swallowed it, wondering when was the last time he washed his cock? I put on my clothes and went out. On my way out, this woman looked at me in a disgusting way. I wiped a bit of cum of my lips as she called me a sissy faggot. I went back and threw the money at Alex. I didn’t”t say a word to him.
Word went around that the “fairy boy” was at the park. I got this nickname after being in the news and my necklace. Paedophiles that heard this rumour came to see the famous child porno whore. That was what my life has decided I was. This means that I had a lot of cocks in my mouth and ass. I didn’t need any food, as I had enough sperm. Some men were nice and treated me great. I really liked a few of them, especially the cute ones. Others treated me like shit. Some would call me names such as sissy, girly and faggot. Others would even slap me or pinch my nipples. That was what my life became. A sex toy for others and Alex only used me to get money. I never liked him or trusted him after he raped me. I only stayed there because of the small boys and I had a place to eat and sleep.
One day, I was loitering around wearing pink top and pink shorts. I was just after being fucked. I was looking at a butterfly going from flower to flower when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and nearly got a heart attack. It was my dad. I was ashamed that he could see what I have become. The pink clothes I was wearing was enough to show him that I have become a street whore. Maybe he had heard about me, and wanted me to come home again. I was mistaken as he dragged me into the bushes and started kissing me. His tongue was pushing in my mouth and it was too strong, that I could not push it out. At the same time, he was taking off my clothes. I begged him to let me alone. Not to do things with me. However he just grunted that if I let others do it, I would let him. I started crying. I didn’t want my own dad to have sex with me! I had no choice as he stuck his cock in my mouth and I started sucking it. My dad was moaning as I did my best to make him cum as quickly as possible. I was more worried if I should swallow his cum. I did not want to swallow my own dads cum, but I was afraid what he would do if I didn’t. It turns out that he took it out and then lifted my legs and quickly thrust it in my ass. I couldn’t believe it; my own Dad was now fucking me. He was calling me gay son and sissy as well as whore. He told me that he would not pay to have sex with his own son. I started crying after Alex. This was when I really needed him the most. He didn’t come as Dad filled my ass with his sperm. I was now crying loudly and that didn’t stop despite dad telling me to shut up, while he slapped me across the face. He told me how ashamed he was of me, as he stood up and started peeing on me. I felt his warm piss going down my throat as I was screaming and crying. Where was Alex?
Alex never came. However, two men appeared through the bushes. They could see this man pissing on me. They punched dad who fell to the ground. Then a woman appeared. She was one of the men’s girlfriends. She started washing me with baby wipes. I had my head in her chests as I was crying my eyes out. I was tired of being a street whore, a porn star and everyone’s sex toy. After a bit, the police came and arrested dad and took us both to the police station. I was afraid that the police would recognize me. I don’t know what happened to my Dad. But I told the police everything. Everything about My dad, Alex, what happens in Sissy Street and the Park? I even told about the journalists. It was a policewoman that interviewed me. I could see that she was sad and shocked, but at the same time, she admitted that there were lots of children that experienced the same. I was afraid that I would be put in a child’s home, but figured out anything would be better than what I experienced.
My mum lived in a brothel… It was a whore house. It was an old house and only rich people came there. I didn’t mind. I was together with my mum. We were together all the time, except when she had a client. Some of the men that were there were dead cute. I must admit that I missed having sex. I think mum knew this, as one day she said we needed a talk. “Nicholas, I have some news for you. Your dad is now facing a long time in jail. They arrested Alex for pimping you out and the small boys are now in a child’s home. I think they will be adopted by someone in England. They even arrested the journalists. They tried to close the homepage down, but it makes no difference. You are all over the net. Anyhow, I know that you are gay. You like men. You look pretty much like a girl, especially in girl clothes. Every man wants you! So I was thinking, maybe you would like to please a few friends of mine that come here. It means you will still be a whore boy. But I promise that you can decide who you want to have sex with, and when. Half the money will be put into a bank account for you. Maybe we can also make some money from putting new pictures of you on the net. What do you say?”
That was my new life. I was going to be a high-class whore, just like my Mum. I was finally happy
Word went around that the “fairy boy” was at the park. I got this nickname after being in the news and my necklace. Paedophiles that heard this rumour came to see the famous child porno whore. That was what my life has decided I was. This means that I had a lot of cocks in my mouth and ass. I didn’t need any food, as I had enough sperm. Some men were nice and treated me great. I really liked a few of them, especially the cute ones. Others treated me like shit. Some would call me names such as sissy, girly and faggot. Others would even slap me or pinch my nipples. That was what my life became. A sex toy for others and Alex only used me to get money. I never liked him or trusted him after he raped me. I only stayed there because of the small boys and I had a place to eat and sleep.
One day, I was loitering around wearing pink top and pink shorts. I was just after being fucked. I was looking at a butterfly going from flower to flower when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and nearly got a heart attack. It was my dad. I was ashamed that he could see what I have become. The pink clothes I was wearing was enough to show him that I have become a street whore. Maybe he had heard about me, and wanted me to come home again. I was mistaken as he dragged me into the bushes and started kissing me. His tongue was pushing in my mouth and it was too strong, that I could not push it out. At the same time, he was taking off my clothes. I begged him to let me alone. Not to do things with me. However he just grunted that if I let others do it, I would let him. I started crying. I didn’t want my own dad to have sex with me! I had no choice as he stuck his cock in my mouth and I started sucking it. My dad was moaning as I did my best to make him cum as quickly as possible. I was more worried if I should swallow his cum. I did not want to swallow my own dads cum, but I was afraid what he would do if I didn’t. It turns out that he took it out and then lifted my legs and quickly thrust it in my ass. I couldn’t believe it; my own Dad was now fucking me. He was calling me gay son and sissy as well as whore. He told me that he would not pay to have sex with his own son. I started crying after Alex. This was when I really needed him the most. He didn’t come as Dad filled my ass with his sperm. I was now crying loudly and that didn’t stop despite dad telling me to shut up, while he slapped me across the face. He told me how ashamed he was of me, as he stood up and started peeing on me. I felt his warm piss going down my throat as I was screaming and crying. Where was Alex?
Alex never came. However, two men appeared through the bushes. They could see this man pissing on me. They punched dad who fell to the ground. Then a woman appeared. She was one of the men’s girlfriends. She started washing me with baby wipes. I had my head in her chests as I was crying my eyes out. I was tired of being a street whore, a porn star and everyone’s sex toy. After a bit, the police came and arrested dad and took us both to the police station. I was afraid that the police would recognize me. I don’t know what happened to my Dad. But I told the police everything. Everything about My dad, Alex, what happens in Sissy Street and the Park? I even told about the journalists. It was a policewoman that interviewed me. I could see that she was sad and shocked, but at the same time, she admitted that there were lots of children that experienced the same. I was afraid that I would be put in a child’s home, but figured out anything would be better than what I experienced.
My mum lived in a brothel… It was a whore house. It was an old house and only rich people came there. I didn’t mind. I was together with my mum. We were together all the time, except when she had a client. Some of the men that were there were dead cute. I must admit that I missed having sex. I think mum knew this, as one day she said we needed a talk. “Nicholas, I have some news for you. Your dad is now facing a long time in jail. They arrested Alex for pimping you out and the small boys are now in a child’s home. I think they will be adopted by someone in England. They even arrested the journalists. They tried to close the homepage down, but it makes no difference. You are all over the net. Anyhow, I know that you are gay. You like men. You look pretty much like a girl, especially in girl clothes. Every man wants you! So I was thinking, maybe you would like to please a few friends of mine that come here. It means you will still be a whore boy. But I promise that you can decide who you want to have sex with, and when. Half the money will be put into a bank account for you. Maybe we can also make some money from putting new pictures of you on the net. What do you say?”
That was my new life. I was going to be a high-class whore, just like my Mum. I was finally happy
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