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Jay woke up to the sound of slurping. He groggily took the blanket he had off of himself to see that Carlos giving him a blowjob.
"You know technically this is rape," Jay said laughing at Carlos who just flicked him off but never took his mouth away.
"Well lucky for you I don't care, but hey if you going to do it then do it right," Jay said pushing Carlos' head the rest of the way down onto his dick, successfully choking the small boy. The small boy didn't fight it. He just let the air be taken out of his lungs, he actually took Jay's free hand and plugged his nose so that no air could escape.
He wanted the little bit of oxygen that he was getting to come from around the dick that was in his throat. Jay took the hint and sped up his thrusts inside the boy's throat.
"You know, I still don't understand how you came to be such a slut," Jay said chuckling at Carlos, whose eyes were starting to roll into his head as he was passing out. Jay took his dick out of his throat and heard the boy begin to grasp the air.
"No seriously I want you to explain to me how you are such a slut. It's not a bad thing but why did you wait so long to reveal who you are?" Jay couldn't help how curious he was of the small boy.
"Well-" Carlos started before he was interrupted
"Go clean your face first, I cant focus on what you're saying if your face looks freshly fucked." Jay said with all seriousness to his lover.
Carlos grumbled as he went to the bathroom. Jay knew he wanted to stay looking like that, but he wasn't in the mood to get a punishment of any kind so he just complied with what he was asked.
Once he got back he sat down on Jay's lap, still naked, and started to explain.
"Well, my mom was always making clothes and someone had to be her model. It was just like regular pants and shirts either. There were dresses, skirts, and even lingerie. That was how I found out that I didn't like regular clothes. She unknowingly started my little journey towards my phase of 'not like clothes'." Carlos began to gaze into the distance while he was telling his story.
"I knew that though, you would always tell us about your mom making you model her clothes," Jay said confused.
"Yes, but I never told you that I wouldn't just model for her. There were so many men on the Isle that would order and buy clothes just so they could see me in them. They would come and watch me, make me turn around, and bend over so they could see the whole thing. I knew that they were just being perverts and I feel like my mother either knew and didn't care or genuinely just didn't know."
"One day a man, Governer Ratcliffe, came and offered my mom an insane amount of money to have me at his house for a weekend. I have no idea how much it was, but she said that she couldn't pass up such an opportunity"
"Are you about to tell me what I think you're about to tell me?" Jay asked Carlos concerned.
"I am but just sit and listen," Carlos said back to him.
"Once I got there and my mom left it became a terrifying experience. He immediately tied me up and had me hoisted in his living room. At first, he took it easy on me because I was a virgin, only giving me handjobs or sticking his little chode in my mouth." Carlos shuddered while thinking about the experience.
"It wasn't until his son got home that I realized what he had rented me out for. His bitch of a son, Rick, wasn't getting lucky with any of the women on the isle and was basically begging his father to help him lose his virginity."
"Babe, you don't have to give me all the details of you being raped," Jay said looking sympathetically at Carlos.
"Okay, but I will say that after that experience I felt dirty but word got around and more and more people were paying my mom to use me. It got to the point that I was just a regularly rented out hole. My mom even got Maleficent to use what little magic was on the island to prevent me from getting STDs and stop my hole from getting loose." Carlos turned around and took out his plug to show Jay that it indeed went back to a virginal tightness.
"But I eventually learned that if I just make my own rules to how I'm treated and what I want to be done to me I could at least make my torture enjoyable for myself."
"So I guess the answer to why I am such a slut, is that it is a trauma response turned into pleasure." Carlos shrugged as he laid down next to Jay, who was still sitting shocked.
"Baby I am so sorry that you had to go through that, you are so strong for being able to still walk around and enjoy life because I can tell you with certainty that I would have given up on life by now," Jay said rubbing Carlos' back.
"I won't say it's okay because it isn't but at least I got through it. Although, I did get to meet my wonderful, handsome, caring boyfriend because of it." Carlos said leaning up to peck Jay's lips.
"And I got to meet my sexy, smart, minx of a boyfriend," Jay said kissing him back
"Let's rest up baby, I've got practice in a few hours which means you have to be in the locker room"
"Okay daddy," Carlos said while grabbing his water bottle and taking a nice gulp of cum before laying back down and swishing it in his mouth. He swallowed about a minute later and followed his boyfriend to sleep.
This was something I just threw together tbh, but I like it🤷🏾♂️🤷🏾♂️ Until next time👋🏾
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