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## Part 5

Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2020 10:27:29 +1100
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Piglet Chapter 5 - Gay Incest

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Piglet Chapter 5

Detective Longley leaned back in his office chair, letting his legs spread
wide. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he felt his heavy balls pool
on the leather chair beneath him. His office, as usual at this time of day,
was bathed in sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.

The other private detectives he knew were all jealous of this office. They
all were still stuck in closet-like windowless hell holes. He told them it
was because of his close connections at the police station, which was
true... to an extent. But he didn't ever let them know about exactly what
type of detective he was.

*GARGLE COUGH COUGH*

The detective opened his eyes and looked down, somewhat alarmed by the
heaving cough the boy between his legs had just given. But there was no
cause for alarm. Little Piglet was still bobbing up and down on the first
six inches of his schlong as if he hadn't just hacked up a lung.

We're gonna have to work on those deepthroating techniques, the man
thought, making a mental note to take care of that soon. But still, he was
shocked and amazed by how hungry this kid was. Some part of his piggy
little brain must have known he couldn't get anymore dick in his throat
just yet, and still he was furiously trying to achieve the impossible.

Well, if that's what he wants...

The detective reached forward and grabbed Piglet's two little ears, then
began to pull the kid up and down roughly, going deeper into that
throat. Piglet thrashed a bit, but soon got into the rhythm. At least until
the detective shoved him down really hard one last time...

*BUUURRPPP...*

Piglet pulled off the cock suddenly, and what trailed out of his mouth was
more than just the traditional throat gunk the detective was used to seeing
come out of boys his age. Those white globs were clearly semen, which was
no surprise.

The detective laughed as he watched disgust wash over the boy's face. No
matter who you were, puking didn't feel good. But once he saw what was
coming out of his mouth, that disgust was replaced first by panic, then by
hunger as the boy dove down into the older man's slimy crotch.

As he watched the boy quickly lap up the regurgitated sperm, the detective
reflected on whose load that might be.

Logically, it was probably the boy's father. That was the freshest nut in
the kid. If that were the case, then that load had also been up the boy's
sphincter.

But it could also be Farooq's load. It was certainly thick and creamy
enough. He'd seen that man's loads enough times to almost recognize
it--Farooq was one of his best agents in the department.

According to the kid, though, the load the kid had just re-gargled down
could belong to at least two other men.

Grubber, that old homeless creep who was so well known in the police
department for his stupid and dangerous crimes. And the mystery man, who
the detective may have to track down, if he could get more information out
of Piglet. Whenever he asked the little boy, the kid only seemed to be able
to describe the guy's cock and cum.

Goodness, the detective thought. This kid is really in deep. He'd met so
many hungry boys over the years, including more than his fair share of cum
pigs. They were not as common as some other types of boys, but he'd met
enough to know that there were indeed some boys who didn't just tolerate or
like the taste of cum, but genuinely were addicted to it. Needed it.

But this was by far the "worst" case he'd ever come across. Most little cum
piglets needed at least one, maybe two loads per day to remain sane. And
almost all of them would voluntarily tap out at around four loads per day
if they were new on the scene.

But this little piggy had a already drained four loads from men in just the
last twelve hours, and he showed no sign of slowing.

Such a fucking pig...

Detective Longley let out one single grunt, and then began to
ejaculate. His job had required him to learn how to have strict control
over his orgasms, but this boy was powerful. The detective could sense the
boy's hunger in a way that was almost scary. In his last moment of sanity
before he let himself go into his orgasm, he imagined how those other men
must have felt. Had they all had orgasms like this--so strong and
relentless, being sucked out like a straw? If so, it must have terrified
them if they weren't aware that boys like Piglet existed.

His balls seized and his mind went blank as the cum began to shoot from his
cock into the waiting boy's mouth. Though he hadn't been able to hold out
as long as he'd wanted, he'd at least kept himself from being too noisy.

Every orgasm had to be a lesson, in the detective's professional
opinion. And in this lesson, he wanted to make Piglet well aware that some
men would give him zero warning when they shot in his mouth.

He watched the boy in amazement, as the kid didn't even skip a beat once he
felt his mouth flooded with Longley's sperm. His eyes widened a bit, but he
kept sucking, and soon the detective's office was filled with the sound of
a young throat working in overtime to guzzle down all of the sploodge it
was being offered. Longley was not quite as impressive as the boy's dad,
but could certainly drown a kid when the occasion calls.

Of course, Piglet kept sucking the spent cock well after he'd milked it all
out. He impressively hadn't missed a drop--perhaps not warning the kid was
best? He'd have to explore that idea more. For now, he was please to see
the boy's frantic sucking was slowing, until he was just gently nursing on
the detective's softening cock.

Normally the detective would have given him another load right then and
there, but he could tell the kid had somehow gotten two loads out of him in
one go. So gently he pulled the slimy cock from the boy's mouth, then used
the fresh towel the maids left under his desk to wipe up the throat slime
that was matting down his pubic hairs. He didn't bother to wipe down the
kid's face--which also sported some of the long, wiry gray hairs matted in
amongst the slime. He thought it better to let the boy wear it for a bit,
so the smell of crotch could keep him calm.

"All good?" He asked as he put away his cock. Finally, now that the dick
was no longer visible, the boy was willing to look him in the eye. He could
see the hunger receding some to make room for the normal little boy
expressions of curiosity and shyness.

"All good," the boy repeated quietly to himself. "Until when?"

Jesus. He's still hungry.

"A little bit. You need to be a good boy for me and listen first. If you
can do that, we'll see if maybe we can get you another load before nap
time."

The boy pouted a bit, but the promise of another load seemed to appease
him.

"I'll listen good," he said while nodding and smiling at the man. He was
cute, even with that cock gunk all over his face.

"Good," the detective said. He bent down and scooped up the small boy into
his arms. He held the light little guy on his hip, the kid's little arms
wrapped around his neck, and the boy's legs, still naked and plugged up,
around his waist.

He walked the boy over to the window. They were on the 41st floor, and the
cars and people all looked like little toys from there. They were rushing
to and fro in the morning traffic, on their way to normal jobs. Jobs
nothing like Longley's job, which was to educate this little boy in his
arms.

"Look here, Piglet," the man said. "See down there? What do you see?"

The boy gazed down, holding tight to the detective's broad
shoulders. "Cars," the boy said. "And there's a doggie over there at the
park. And a bird. And people... lots of people..."

"That's right," the detective said, "look at all those people. Do you know
how many people live in our city, Piglet?"

The boy shook his head.

"Millions! More than you can even imagine. And guess what?"

"What?" Piglet said, sounding a little bored.

"Around half of those people down there are men."

This perked up Piglet's little ears.

"And you know what that means?"

"What?" Piglet said again, now paying much closer attention.

"Well, it means that there are millions of men walking around with loads in
their balls."

Piglet whipped his head back to the window, staring down.

"You mean... all men can make that stuff?"

"Cum," he corrected. "Yes, that's what I mean. Not all men, but as long as
they're old enough, they can shoot cum."

Suddenly the boy lunged toward the window, slamming his fists against the
plexiglass.

"Woah!" the detective called out, then swung the boy back from the
window. His own heart was racing. Damn, the kid was nearly ready to jump
out the window at hearing the news that most men can produce sperm. Fucking
hell, this was a tough case.

He set the boy down on the desk, then plopped back in his slightly-slimy
chair to address the child. The boy was looking past him at the window. He
grabbed the boys cheeks somewhat roughly and forced the boy to look back
into his eyes. Once they made eye contact, the boy seemed to focus
again. Detective Longley had that effect--he was just naturally good with
kids.

"Now listen here, Piglet," he said. "That's exactly what I want to talk to
you about. I know you want cum. And right now, it probably feels like you'd
do anything for it. But if you have that attitude, you will get yourself
into trouble. Do you hear me?"

"Trouble?" Piglet said, now looking worried.

Good, the man thought. He needs to understand how serious this can be.

"Yes, big trouble. You have to understand, Piglet, most men out there
don't.... well they can't understand you."

"What... what do you mean? I talk good!" he said, boasting.

"No, that's not what I mean kiddo. You speak alright." He smiled and
tweaked the boys little ear. "I mean they won't understand what you
need--that you want to suck cock. They won't believe it, just like your
daddy didn't believe it. And they might not want to give it to you."

Piglet's face fell. "But why not?" he said. "They all say it feels good..."

"Well, yes, it does always feel good," the detective said. "Men love
it. But it's not normal for a little boy like you to actually want to do
that. That's actually pretty special."

Piglet smiled at this. "My daddy says I'm special."

"Your daddy was right. You're very special, but... hey, do you know
Superman?"

The boy nodded. "Yeah! He's awesome. I saw him in a movie once where..."

The detective holds up a finger to stop the boy from babbling on.

"Well, you know how he's special too, right? But he can't just go around
telling everyone about his special powers, can he? Because that would be
dangerous..."

"Oh," Piglet said, mulling this over. "So I have to.... be like Superman?"

The detective nodded. "That's right. Just like Superman, you gotta keep
your specialness a real secret until you are sure someone needs
your.... Erm... services."

"But what about when I'm hungry?" the boy said. "Sometimes I need to
eat. What if the men who are around don't want to feed me?"

"Relax," the man said, seeing the boy getting agitated at the thought of
having to go without slurping down an anonymous load. "We're gonna deal
with that. If you trust me, I'll make sure you always can get what you
need. But we're gonna teach you how to do it safely and smartly. Do you
think we can do that?"

"Ok!" the boy said cheerfully. "But, it will be hard... I'm going to school
like a big boy, and I gotta learn stuff there too."

"Oh, don't worry about that," the detective said. "Boys like you don't need
to go to school. They wouldn't teach you like I teach you."

The boy nodded at this. His future as an educated citizen was slipping away
right in front of him, but he only shrugged, happy to learn more about
sperm than spelling.

"Good boy," the detective said. "Now, first, we gotta teach you two things
that will make life a lot easier. Ok? First, we're gonna teach you how to
identify men who might want you to help them. They're out there, and if you
know where to look, they aren't that hard to find. Doesn't that sound like
fun?"

Piglet nodded enthusiastically.

"But we also gotta teach you a few things about how to let men know that
you're willing. Some men will be very surprised, and will need a lot of
convincing."

"Like my daddy?" the boys said.

"Very astute observation, my boy," the detective said proudly. "Yes, your
daddy needs lots of convincing. In fact, that's what he and a few of my
other friends are working on right now."

"When do I get to see him?" Piglet wondered.

"Oh, when he's good and ready to see you. Might be a while, but we have
lots to learn in the meantime. But first, I think someone needs a nap."

The detective set the boy down and took his hand, then led him to the far
wall of the room, where there was a small little bar set up, with a single
row of books beneath it. The detective grabbed a bottle of brown liquor off
the top of the shelf and sloshed a few fingers of whiskey into a glass.

"Hey kiddo, can you grab that book for me there? The thick, black one with
gold writing?"

The boy dropped to his knees and scanned the books. The detective knew
there was no point telling him the book's title was The Male Anatomy. He'd
learn all about that subject without ever reading a word.

But as soon as the boy touched it, he leaped back at the sound of a loud
click. The book didn't come all the way out, but instead locked in place,
and suddenly the entire section of wall pushed inward ever so slightly.

"Wooow," Piglet said. "A secret door?!?!"

The detective took a swig of whiskey and grinned. The secret wall
compartment never failed to impress each new boy. It was good to see Piglet
act like a normal little boy for a moment, instead of a cum-sucking
monster.

"Take a look inside," the detective said.

Piglet moved forward and opened the door, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Oh wow..." he was speechless.

It was a great setup. Every kid loved it, because there was something for
everyone. It was a large room, big enough to have at least six boys
sleeping at any given time. Though for now, the room was empty--he didn't
like to overwhelm new boys too much.

The beds were placed around the perimeter of the room, a combination of
slightly larger-than-normal single beds and bunk beds. The room had been
designed to really inspire and cater to every type of boy, and the
detective always enjoyed watching each boy select his bed.

Would he choose the bed covered in dinosaur sheets? The walls around that
bed were painted like jungle leaves, and there were some epic dinosaur toys
on the shelves around it. Oh, and a giant mural of a naked Tarzan swinging
on a vine, his huge cock and balls blowing in the breeze.

Or would he go to the more sensitive art corner? A paint-splattered
bedspread stocked with arts and crafts supplies for the sensitive boys?
Where a cork wall hung with finger paintings of lewd renderings of men's
genitals?

Perhaps he'd choose the sports corner, or the military bunks, or the sissy
little room with pink sheets and unicorns.

But it didn't take Piglet long to find the bed he wanted.

Of course, the farm corner. A barn backdrop, with a few bales of hay with a
mattress on top. Probably the least comfortable room, but the mural seemed
to catch his eye--behind the bed stood a hulking, sweaty farm hand with a
sign hanging around his neck that read, "MILK STATION" and the cartoon was
shooting an enormous load of cum over the hay-bale bed.

The boy was asleep as soon as he hit the hay, literally. The detective
pulled a blanket up over the boy and tapped his nose. The kid was out like
a light, which was a good thing.

The detective needed to make some calls.

***

Piglet woke up from his nap as he always did--over excited and ready to
leap into action. When he first woke, he was slightly confused, but looking
around at the farm decorations around him made a smile creep across his
face.

He remembered what the detective had told him. They were gonna learn fun
stuff today. Stuff about cum. His new favorite word, now that he finally
knew what to call the stuff he lived for.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

Piglet looked up and saw the man standing in the doorway, smiling at him.

"Ready to start our day!"

"Yeah!" Piglet cried out, jumping out of bed.

"Well, we certainly can't go out dressed in our PJs, can we?" the detective
said, walking into the room.

Piglet looked down and saw that he was indeed still wearing the
prison-issued pajamas. He giggled.

"I don't have other clothes, mister!" he squeaked.

"Well, lucky for you, we've got LOTS of new clothes to choose from. Why
don't you peek in those drawers?" The detective nodded his chin at a small
dresser next to the bed.

Piglet hadn't noticed it before. He leaped out of bed and ran over like a
kid at Christmas, rifling through the drawers. But as he began to pull out
items of clothing, he scrunched up his nose.

"I've never seen clothes like this before..." he said. He was suddenly
feeling nervous.

The detective walked over to him and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"That's because your Daddy didn't know how to dress you. He put you in
normal boy clothes. But you're not a normal boy, are you? You're a special
boy. And special boys need special clothes."

"But... these look tiny!" the boy said.

"Well, yes. They are. But this is part of the lesson you need to learn
today. Do you remember what we're learning?"

Piglet shrugged. The hour-long nap was making his head feel a little
cloudy.

"We're going to learn how to find men who will give you cum."

"Oh yeah!" Piglet said, beaming at the idea of finding a strange man to
feed him jizz.

"Well, part of finding men is sending off signals."

"Signals? Like Batman?" the boy said, staring.

"Well, yeah, sort of. You see, how you dress says a lot about you. For
example, you can tell I'm someone important because of my suit, can't you?"
The man asked. He posed dramatically, grinning at the boy and making him
giggle even more. "So with you, we need to pick out an outfit that lets men
know you wanna take their cum."

The detective walked over to the dresser and began pulling out pieces one
by one, explaining how each was meant to send a slightly different
message. Finally, they'd narrowed down most of the outfit and laid it out
on the bed.

Even before the boy put it on, the outfit looked ridiculously
obscene. They'd chosen light-pink booty shorts, so small they almost looked
like doll clothing, with white stripes down the sides. "Pink like a
piglet!" The boy had exclaimed.

For a top, they'd chosen a simple white t-shirt with a pink cartoon pig's
snout on the front, and a matching pink bracelet around the boy's wrist.

"Go ahead an put them on," the man instructed.

The boy wasn't shy--he was still at that age where stripping in front of an
adult was normal. (Actually, the way Piglet's future was playing out, that
might always be normal for him.) Once he was down to his underwear--simple
red and white briefs--he started to reach for the shorts, but the detective
put out his hand.

"Oh, I forgot your underwear!" he said with a devilish grin. Then he fished
into his pocket and pulled out his first big surprise for Piglet.

He held up the custom-made jockstrap. It was one of his favorite
inventions--sexy, slutty underwear that actually fit boys like Piglet. This
particular pair was standard, with a thin pink waistband and a crotch pouch
and straps covered in little cartoon lassos and cowboy hats.

The little boy gingerly took the underwear from the man and held them up,
screwing up his face.

"But these don't have any back on them...." the boy said, confused.

"Correct, these are special undies for boys like you." The detective
stepped forward and kneeled down to help Piglet out of his undies and into
his new ones. "These ones show off that sweet little ass of yours, so that
men will know it's ok to put their cum up there. Now spin for me."

"Do... do lots of men want to do that?" Piglet said nervously as he spun
around.

"Oh yes," the detective said, marvelling at the sight. Looking at the small
boy's round little ass, plumped up by the special jock strap, there was no
doubt in his mind men would be knocking each other over to get a crack at
that hungry hole. "But you like cum up deep inside you, don't you?" the
detective said, lewdly grabbing the boy's cheeks.

"I guess, but--"

"Then there's nothing to worry about. You'll get it. Now get dressed--it's
time to hit the streets."

The detective had two final items to bring with them. Two backpacks--a
simple black one for himself and a light pink, drawstring one for Piglet.

"Now piggy," he said, leading the boy out of the boy's dormitory and toward
the elevator that opened directly into his office, "we're going out to some
of the best places for you to find cum. We're gonna get you plenty of loads
along the way, but if you're a good boy, you'll get a special treat from my
backpack at each stop. How's that sound?"

"Wahoo!" The boy shouted excitedly. Now hew as leading the detective,
yanking him toward the door while chanting, "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

***

On the busy city streets, Piglet got plenty of stares, but he was too busy
running over the lessons the man had been teaching him as they'd been
walking to their first destination.

Be polite, he repeated to himself. Smile lots. Show my bum. Lick my lips...

There was too much to remember! Not to mention all of the
excitement. Piglet had never been in a big city like this, and there were
so many men...

It wasn't hard for him to obey at least one of the pieces of advice the
detective had given him. Stare at crotches.

Piglet couldn't help himself! The city was so busy, and there were men
everywhere. He could see men's bulges bouncing in jogging shorts, outlined
in gray sweat pants, or bundled up tight in business suits. He wanted to
leap out at every one, but the detective was holding tight to his hand,
leading him to their first destination.

They finally arrived, and Piglet was nearly jumping with joy. A shopping
mall! He'd never been to one--Dad said they were a waste of time, and he
hated being noticed by "fans" of his old videos when they went out in
public.

So Piglet was stoked as he and the man made their way through the mall,
stopping to pick up snacks, drinks, and a few small treats here and there.

That would have been fun enough on its own, but as they shopped, Piglet was
enjoying some brilliant insights from the detective.

"Ok, son," the man said, giving the boy a wink. He'd told them they were
going to pretend to be father and son all day, in case anyone asked. "I'm
gonna teach you your first lesson about spotting men who might want to give
you cum. Do you know what "sleazy" means?"

Piglet looked up at the man innocently, sucking on a straw from a cup of
juice. "No..."

"Well, sleazy describes certain types of men who are more willing to give
cum to little boys like you, no questions asked. When you're really hungry
for it, you'll need to be able to spot sleazy men."

"Oh!" Piglet said cheerfully. "What do they look like?"

"Well," the man said. "Remember your friend Grubber? The man who fed you
behind the restroom before we picked you up? He was real sleazy."

"You mean, like, dirty? He was kinda gross! But the cum was good," Piglet
said shrugging.

"Well, yes," the detective said, "that's part of it, but they're not always
that dirty. But when you look at a sleazy guy, he might make you feel... a
little dirty yourself. He will look at you in a way that tells you he's got
a load in his balls, and that he's willing to give it away."

The detective could see the boy was still confused. So he picked the boy up
and set him on the edge of a fountain in a busy intersection of the mall.

"Now," he said, plopping down next to the boy, "A good way to spot a sleazy
guy is to look for someone who looks a little messy. Sleazy guys won't be
dressed in nice suits or handsome clothes. They'll probably be in something
grubby, and doing something kinda grubby, too. Take a look around and see
if you see anyone like that."

They were quiet for a moment as Piglet surveyed the room. There were plenty
of men everywhere, and more than one would fit that description. Though
he'd done this training tons of times with boys, Longley's heart was still
pounding, praying the boy would pick the right man. His decoy--the man he'd
called in to play the educational role of a sleaze--was just one of many
men in the area. Would the boy really be able to pick out the sleaze? Would
he be able to spot a--

"Him."

The detective looked down to see where the little boy was pointing. "Damn,"
he thought to himself, "Why did I worry?" The boy was pointing directly at
his decoy who was standing about thirty feet away doing an excellent job of
playing the sleaze.

That thought made the detective laugh. This man wasn't "playing" a
sleaze. He was a sleazebag. The detective had seen him "at work" plenty of
times, and knew exactly the kind of filthy, sleazy sex the man
liked. Normally, Longley would only contact this particular decoy later on
in a boy's development plan, but Piglet was a special case. Besides, the
detective would be eager to see how Piglet would handle the man's
treatment.

The man stood on the edge of the distant food court. He wheeled a large
trash bin from table to table, cleaning up the greasy plates and discarded
cups from the mall's patrons. He wore the standard gray coveralls that all
of the janitors at this mall wore, but somehow, his seemed to be more
obscene than the others. Perhaps it was his build--he was a beefy, stocky
older man, short and bulky. With a balding head and a grey-black goatee, he
looked like the very essence of white trash. Black, curly hairs popped up
around his collar, and as he hunched over tables, the man resembled a
gorilla nearly as much as a human.

He looked like the type of man who could wander around a bath house for
hours leering at the boys, or hit on countless twinks on Grindr and never
get a response. But despite his grubby looks and creepy demeanor, little
Piglet didn't seem discouraged.

In fact, the little boy hopped up off his seat and was already approaching
the stranger. Just before he got out of reach, the detective reached out
and grabbed the boy's empty backpack, pulling him back.

"Not so fast, slut," he grumbled. "I think it's time for your first treat."

The boy didn't seem to be listening--he was fixed on the trash
collector. He ignored the detective as he opened the boy's backpack, then
transferred the first gift from his own backpack into the little boy's--a
handful of pink lollipops. He grabbed one and held it out to the boy.

"Here ya go, kid. Have some candy. Make sure you're sucking on this real
clear as you approach the man."

Piglet obeyed, quickly unwrapping the candy and putting it in his hungry
mouth. He seemed happy to have something to suck on as he made his way
through the crowd to the man in the coveralls.

They were too far away for the detective to hear what the boy said as he
approached, but he was content to watch. The janitor would hand over any
and all surveillance footage later, which the defective would need to
review in detail.

He saw the man grin at the boy, then look over his shoulders. The man put
his big hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him through the food court,
down a hall toward the bathroom, and out of sight. The detective unwrapped
his own lollipop and sat back, patiently waiting for the two lovebirds to
do what needed to be done.

***

Piglet had been in a bathroom like this before, in a different shopping
mall. This was what his dad called the family bathroom. Usually, his dad
would take him in here if he was being really bratty or if he was making
too much of a fuss to be in the normal bathroom.

The little boy hadn't been nervous until the door shut. Then he realized he
was locked in there, alone, with this big man whom he didn't know. But his
nerves disappeared just as quickly when the man grabbed his bulge through
his coveralls and squeezed it.

"What was that you said about being hungry, boy?" The man asked, giving him
a creepy smile. "Hungry for what?"

"Cum," Piglet said almost automatically. "The stuff you... shoot." He was
staring at the man's bulge.

"Aha," the man said. He started to unzip his uniform, revealing a solid
torso covered in thick black and grey hair. He stopped at the bottom of his
beer belly, just when his thick bush was visible. "And where did you learn
to like cum, little boy?" the man said, stepping closer to the kid.

The boy just shrugged. "Dunno..." he said, licking his lips, which were
extra pink from the candy. "I just like it."

The man only grunted at this before he removed his coveralls the rest of
the way and stepped out of them. The hairy janitor stood there in just his
work boots and socks, smiling at the boy in his full nude glory. Most
self-respecting young men would have been turned off by his stocky build,
but Piglet was no young man. He was a little boy fixated on sperm, and he
could see two big hairy balls dangling heavily under the man's enormous
penis.

All the little boy could say was, "Wooooow." He had a good reason to be
impressed. The sleazy stranger was already sporting a full erection, and
his hairy cock was by far the fattest one the little boy had ever
seen. (Granted, he'd only seen five cocks so far in his life, but still.)
Though the cock wasn't as long as the boy's dad's or the detectives, it was
as thick as the Budweiser cans the man drank on his lunchbreaks. It
protruded from his thick bush lewdly, already dripping, pointing at the
boy.

The man let the boy drink him in for a bit before he made his way over to
the toilet and sat down, spreading his legs. "Come and get it," he said.

And that's how, for the second time in less than 24 hours, little Piglet
found himself on the floor of a grimy public bathroom, slurping up the cock
of a stranger he'd only just met.

It would be a lie, though, to say that the boy dove into the unfamiliar
crotch without hesitation. As he approached the man and dropped to his
knees on the tile, he was overwhelmed by the man's musky odor. At first the
boy thought it must be the public toilet, but then he felt the heat coming
off the man's genitals and knew it was the man who was about to feed him,
not the dirty mall toilet.

The man had been working all day and hadn't showered that morning--he
didn't know his detective friend would be bringing him a new boy today, not
that he would have put too much effort into cleaning himself anyway.

The smell of the man's sweaty balls and engorged cock was almost enough to
stop the little boy in his tracks and make him back up, take a moment, or
maybe even leave the bathroom. But as he was trying to make up his mind,
the janitor's fat cock belched out a thick glob of clear precum that began
to slowly dribble down toward the floor.

That was enough to send Piglet into a frenzy. He caught the glob of
stranger precum before it hit the floor, and then he was on the cock like a
fly on shit. The janitor grunted and smirked as he watched the boy start to
gobble down his fat cock. Where the heck did his "friend" find boys like
this, so young and curious about cock? So willing to degrade themselves for
filthy men like him? He didn't care, but it sure was interesting.

Piglet didn't realize it, but he was able to have more control over his
thoughts as he sucked. Perhaps this was because, by this point, he'd caught
up on his cum addiction a little bit. He wasn't so desperate anymore, and
he knew he had another load coming his way soon, so his little brain wasn't
in such a fog.

As he gobbled cock, he was able to make a mental note to ask the detective
about the clear stuff he saw coming out of the cock's he'd had over the
last few hours. The man in his mouth right now was making a lot of it, and
Piglet enjoyed the way it slimed over his tongue and down his throat.

What Piglet wasn't thinking about, however, was how his little ass looked
in the mirror behind him as he squatted on the floor. Like any slutty
cocksucker, the boy had his pert little ass pushed out as he sucked.

The janitor was used to having this kind of view as some anonymous boy
felated him. He enjoyed staring at the smooth, pink boy holes--usually
seeing that made him cum pretty quick. But this was different. Because he
could tell, just looking at this boy, that he'd taken cock. Recently. He'd
popped enough young cherry to know what a normal boy's pucker should look
like. Incredibly smooth, bright pink, tight as fuck.

This kid's hole was still tight, but not nearly as tight as it should have
been, on display like that. The edges were puffy, and as he sucked and
choked on the fat, hairy cock in his mouth, his ass winked and showed that
it was no stranger to dick.

The man reached down and grabbed a fistful of Piglet's curly hair, then
pulled the boy off his dick. The boy scrambled and whined as the cock was
removed from his mouth, strings of spit and pre-fuck slime stretching from
the dick to the boy's whining mouth.

"You didn't tell me you like to get fucked," the man said letting his fat
cock bounce as he got to his feet.

Piglet reached up for the cock, desperate to get it back in his mouth, but
he was overpowered by the burly man, who bent over and picked up the little
boy in his arms.

"Cum!" was all Piglet was able to cry out as the man carried him across the
room.

"You'll get yer cum, boy," the man said gruffly. "But it's probably going
up your cunt."

Piglet didn't understand these words, but the man's intentions became clear
enough in just a few moments.

On the opposite wall from the toilet, there was a fold-out plastic diaper
changing station. The front had a peeling blue and white sticker in the
center, and an image of a stick-figure father standing behind a
stick-figure baby, supposedly changing the baby's diaper. Some punk had
lewdly scrawled a drawing of a veiny cock on it--he was usually adamant
about getting rid of graffiti as part of his job, but he left the cock
there because it made him horny when he did what he was about to do.

Holding the small boy in one arm, the naked, chubby janitor let the plastic
table fold out from the wall. He lay Piglet down on his back and took up
the position of the "diaper changing dad" in this scenario.

Of course, Piglet was well over his diaper days. Though the janitor's cock
was so thick, there might be a return to Pampers in this boy's future.

Piglet was still small enough that the table didn't give even an inch. The
janitor had bolted and reinforced this one himself. And because the table
was built for dads, it was a perfect height for the beefy janitor to line
up his beer can cock with the boy's recently deflowered hole.

By this time, Piglet had caught on to what was going to happen. He was
trying to bargain with the man, saying, "Please! I can swallow it all! Just
let me suck it!"

But the janitor was more focused on what the little boy's hole was telling
him: Feed me. Despite the boy's protest, the battered and red little baby
hole was egging him on. Not to mention, a hole like this didn't come along
every day.

So he ignored the boy's protest, and spat down onto his already wet cock,
to give it one more layer of fresh saliva lube.

"What's yer name, kid?" he asked. "What do they call you?"

The boys the detective brought him always had a name.

"Pig--Piglet," the boy said, his eyes wet with tears.

"Huh," the man grunted. "That makes sense."

Then he pushed his cock forward and leaned over at the same time putting
all his weight onto the boy and laying his thick hairy forearm over the
boy's mouth.

This was a method he'd perfected over the years. Usually, his sex partners
were small enough that he could easily plug up both their mouth and their
nostrils with just one hairy arm. Even the most experienced boy sluts he
fucked had a tendency to yell as he entered them thanks to the sheer girth
of his bear cock.

He could barely hear the little boy's yelps and screams as he pushed his
head into the little pussy beneath him, which was a good thing given that
there were about 250 shoppers on the other side of the door.

He knew better than to move his arm, even as the boy kicked beneath him and
started to go red in the face. Not yet--he needed to get a few more inches
into he boy first. Soon he had about half of his cock lodged in the kid,
which meant it was time to give the boy some air.

He waited for the boy's fevered breathing to die down some before he sat
up, not wanting to smother the kid or break the diaper table. He kept his
hand over the boy's mouth (the same hand he'd used to pick up greasy fast
food wrappers and wipe down sticky tables in the food court), and then gave
the kid another few inches.

"Fucking Piglet, huh?" The man questioned. "That makes two of us."

The man began to move his hips back and forth. He was too thick, and the
hole too small, for him to do anything too quickly, but the sheer force of
the hole pulling on his cock was enough to send him into a state of ecstasy
he'd rarely experienced before.

"Oh fuck, Piglet, damn..." he said. "Such a nasty little one. Here, Piglet
will like this." Leaning forward again, this time the man smothered the
little boy with his entire armpit. "Sniff this."

The little boy was overwhelmed by this new sensation. At first he gagged at
the pungent scent, but once he got control of himself, he found the smell
more interesting. Soon he was breathing in deep.

This had the exact effect the man was hoping for. "You really are a
Piglet," he grunted. "My pits are making your hole give in. Have a taste,
boy. It will help."

The pain in Piglet's hole was so intense, he was happy to welcome the
distraction. The boy opened his mouth and began sucking on the sweaty hairs
of this man he'd just "met." This may surprise you, reader, but it turned
out Piglet liked the taste.

Feeling the boy's little kitten mouth begin to suckle on his pits was too
much for the man. Once the boy started snorting like a pig, it pushed him
over.

He felt no need to warn the boy. Instead, he just thrust every inch of
himself into the kid and began squirting. He grunted like a boar as he
unloaded into this strange little child, filling the boy's freshly opened
hole with about a gallon of his thick, gloppy janitor seed.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, and he definitely blacked out for a
few. When he was done, he lay there on top of the boy for a moment, until
he began to soften. He finally let up off the boy to pull out, but before
he could, the boy said through his tears,

"Cum..."

"I gave it to you," the man said. "It's up your shitter. Ain't that
enough?"

The boy was hiccupping from his sobbing, but he still managed to say, "Just
what's left?"

The man looked down. There certainly was some left. He could see a frothy
mess of cum on the base of his cock and in his pubic hair.

The man yanked his cock out of the boy, who kept his legs in the air. The
man didn't have to guess why. This boy wanted cum inside him, and he wasn't
gonna let it run out.

The man moved up toward the boy's head, and turned the little child's face
toward him. He stepped closer, and then the boy went at it.

He marvelled at the scene below him. There were still tears streaming from
Piglet's eyes, but the boy was still so fucking hungry. He lapped at the
slimy cock, then greedily pulled the soft thing into his mouth to suck it
clean. He then worked his tiny tongue over the man's hairy nutsack,
slurping up the white sperm still clinging there. His final course was the
greasy, wet pubic bush around the man's cock, which took a minute or two to
clean off all the cum globules.

Finally he was done, and laid back.

"I'll go get your keeper," the man grunted as he put back on his
uniform. He left, and Piglet could hear him say to whoever was waiting
outside, "Shitter's clogged. Sorry."

***

The detective had quite the sight when he entered the restroom. Piglet
still lay on his back on the changing table, legs in the air, panting. His
ass hole was gaping an spasming still, but the cum was contained inside
thanks to his position. The size of his hole wasn't a shock to the
detective--he knew exactly what the janitor was carrying between his
legs. It was a little cruel to give Piglet to him on the first day of his
new life, but the janitor was perfect for his little experiment with
Piglet.

"Hey, boy," he said, walking over to the table. "How'd it go?"

He smiled at the kid reassuringly, but he knew exactly how it had gone. The
boy's red face, and the fact that he was glistening with sweat, was a
testament to how it had gone.

"My... my legs are tired..." Piglet said.

The detective looked down, and sure enough, the boy's legs were
trembling. Poor thing was so scrawny, he didn't have the core strength to
keep his legs up long enough as he needed to. They'd have to work on that.

"Ah," the detective said. "Well, because you got a load of cum, you get
another treat! And it will help with that little problem."

The detective picked up his bag and began to rifle through it until he
found the item he was looking for. Then he held it up to Piglet. The boy's
eyes went wide.

It was a butt plug, but different from the one he'd had in the
station. This one was a bit larger--still small at the end, but would
definitely make the boy feel more full. It was pink rubber, and the end
that didn't go up his cunt curled into a small, pink pig tail.

"Your own butt plug! You get to keep this one, so you can screw it in any
time you get screwed."

"It... it looks big..." Piglet stammered.

"Aw, not after the cock you just took. Besides, we gotta keep that hole
warmed up and push that cum in deep. Otherwise it will just leak later, and
you'll have done all that fun stuff for nothing."

And before he could say another word, the detective walked around behind
the boy and pushed the plug into his open hole. It slid right in, thanks to
the lube left behind by the janitor, and the boy only let out a little
grunt before he let his trembling legs fall and let out a huge sigh.

"There, all better," the detective said. "Now, who wants an ice cream?"

This perked up the little boy. "Now? It's early, though. Daddy say's that's
an afternoon treat."

"And I say that if a boy takes a load up his cunt before noon, he deserves
an ice cream."

"Where is Daddy?" Piglet asked, slowly sitting up.

"Don't you worry about him. Daddy's busy learning some special lessons of
his own. Now, get dressed and we'll go. We've got a lot to talk about
before we get you your next load."

***

"WHERE IS MY SON? TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK HE IS!!"

Hussein slammed his fists against the glass, but of course there was no
answer. There hadn't been an answer for hours, and the cell phone they'd
left him hadn't made a peep. His throat was sore from shouting, and still
no one came.

How long had he been in here alone? One hour? Twelve? He had no idea. All
he could think about was his son, his little boy, carried away by a clearly
twisted and perverted man. A man who made him...

No. He wouldn't let his mind go there. What happened with him and his son
was just a... a fluke. An accident. A terrible tragedy. It would never
happen again. He would get out of here, and rescue his son, and...

He crumbled to the ground in the corner. He put his head between his hands
and sobbed, feeling himself sink into a darkness he'd never known before.

It was another hour, at least, before a sound began to cut through his
despair. A high-pitched whine--an annoying, bouncing tune similar to a
circus.

Hussein lifted his head and saw the small cell phone buzzing on the
table. Slowly, he stood up and picked it up.

"Hello?"

There was silence for a moment, and then a voice began. It was the
detective.

"Mr. Domingo," he started.

"Where is he?" Hussein growled through his teeth.

"Now, you must know by now that I'm not going to answer that question. I
can tell you he's safe. In fact, he's taking a nap right now. Poor kid is
all tuckered out."

"I need to see him. Please..."

There was silence on the line.

"You can't see him. Not yet. Not until you prove something."

"What? What do you need me to prove?"

More silence. Longer this time.

"Listen to me carefully, Mr. Hussein. You have two options in front of
you. Option A: You give up on your son. We can send you home now, and make
a cover for you so you can explain his disappearance to your friends and
family. It won't be easy, but if you don't care about ever seeing him
again, that's probably your better option.

Or, option B. You can follow my instructions, and cooperate with my
employees. You and your son are both very, very valuable assets to me."

"But--" Hossein tried to interject.

"Farooq is going to be your escort. Keep this phone with you. As long as
you're with Farooq, you're safe."

The phone went dead, and almost instantly, Farooq walked in.

"Get up," the officer barked him. "There's some people you need to meet."

END OF CHAPTER 5



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