A Helping Hand

It’s only late afternoon, but the rent boys are already out in force. Almost all of them are in uniform: tight tank tops, shorts that hardly cover the ass. Most are blond or have blond highlights. From the way they stand and look at the passing cars, there’s no doubt that they’re available for whatever money can buy.

Most of them were disposable kids: they ran away or were tossed out of their houses, usually because their parents found out they were queer. They learned that they could make a lot of money selling their bodies, and most of the time they didn’t have to do anything except sit in a car and let some older guy blow them. It always amazed some boys that a trick would pay to give THEM head.

A few boys were straight and just tricking to get money for drugs and other expenses. I tried to stay away from them; they usually weren’t too friendly.

Driving slowly, I looked over a few boys until one caught my eye. Skinny and pale, not much taller than 5 feet, a white tank hanging loosely over his narrow shoulders. With short blond hair, he wore blue shorts that showed off a nice package. But it was his face that really got to me. He was beautiful, with high cheekbones and the bluest eyes. He’d make a very pretty girl.

I pulled up in front of him and rolled down the window. “Looking for a date?” he asked, bending down to make eye contact. “Sure, hop in,” I smiled, and a moment later we were driving off.

Neither of us said anything for awhile. “So where do you want to do it?” he asked in his soft girlish voice. “Let’s go back to my place,” I answered. “Whatever,” he shrugged, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his shorts and lighting up.

My heart was pounding as I glanced over at my passenger. As his full lips pulled on the cigarette, I asked him his age. “I’m 18,” he lied. I just smiled. There’s no way this kid is over 16, maybe not over 15, I figured.

“So what do you want to do,” he asked.

“I’m not sure, what do you usually charge?” I responded.

“Fifty if you blow me,” he said. “A hundred if you want me to blow you.”

“And what about fucking?” I asked.

“Two hundred if you fuck me with a condom, three hundred without,” he said with a bored attitude.

“Isn’t that dangerous, fucking without protection?” I asked.

He just shrugged.

We drove on. “Okay, I guess I’d like to try everything. But I’ll wear a rubber when I fuck you,” I said.

“Cool,” he said, flicking some ashes out of his window.

We arrived at my house a little while later. “Nice place,” he said, as we drove through the automatic gates.

“Thanks. I think you’ll like it here,” I answered. “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Billy,” he said in a bored voice.

When he walked through the door, Billy was startled to see another boy standing there wearing nothing but running shorts.

“Hi!” the boy said, kissing me on the lips. “And who is this cutie you’ve brought home?”

“His name is Billy,” I answered. “This is Tommy,” I said.

“Uh, hi,” said Billy.

I waved for Billy to follow me into my bedroom. “You didn’t say anything about a threesome,” Billy said.

“Oh, Tommy isn’t joining us,” I said as I closed the bedroom door behind us. “He just lives here with me. Just like Jeremy and Paul live here.”

Billy sat down on the end of my bed with a puzzled look on his face. “Here’s the two hundred dollars,” I said, handing the bills to him. He tucked the money into the pockets of his shorts.

“Well, let’s get started. You can begin by taking off your tank,” I said.

He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. The sight took my breath away. Billy was thin enough so I could see his ribs. His belly button had a ring through it. His nipples were small but red, and I guessed that he put rouge on them. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere.

Without me asking, he pulled down his shorts. I gasped as his dick and balls sprung free. For such a small young kid, he had a nice thick cock, uncut just the way I like it. His sack hung low, showing off a hefty pair of balls.

Pulling off his shoes and socks, Billy sat back down on the bed naked. “What do you want to do first?” he asked.

“I’d like to taste you,” I replied, getting on my knees.

I lifted his penis in the palm of my hand. I smelled the wonderful musky boy scent, kissing the head of his cock, before moving my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Billy lay back, his legs dangling over the front of the bed, sighing as I took his dick into my mouth and gently sucked.

I bobbed my head slowly up and down on his cock, feeling it swelling against my tongue. With my other hand, I cradled his sack, gently rolling his balls in my fingers. That seemed to turn him on, as he started moaning.

“Grab your ankles and raise your legs,” I told him, and he complied, raising his feet and spreading his legs wide.

“Oh God, that’s so beautiful,” I sighed as the puckered hole came into view. I hungrily pressed my lips against his anus and inserted my tongue. There was no resistance as it slipped inside.

Now it was his turn to sigh. I began jacking his cock to the same rhythm as I rimmed him. From time to time I looked up at his beautiful erection, watching as a bead of moisture oozed from its tip. I was careful not to go too fast, because I didn’t want him to cum yet.

I stood up and opened the condom package with my teeth. “Keep holding your legs up,” I told Billy as I slipped the rubber over my throbbing cock. Positioning the head against his hole, I leaned forward and it easily popped in. My cock slid in until my balls rested against his ass cheeks. Both of us moaned as I paused, savoring the delightful feeling.

“Jerk yourself off,” I said as I began pumping my cock in and out of him. Billy eagerly complied, spitting into the palm of his hand and stroking his penis roughly. “Fuck yeah!” he cried as I rammed my dick into his wide-open ass.

Being a young boy, it didn’t take long before Billy’s body stiffened and his toes curled. “Oh, shit!” he yelled as a ribbon of cum shot across his chest. Another line of white cream splattered over his left nipple, and then another. The sight triggered my own orgasm, and I cried out as I pumped my rod in and out of his hot hole.

I collapsed, my head resting on his heaving stomach, his wet dick pressed up against my chest. My cock softened and slipped out of his ass. I eagerly slurped up his cum, taking my time to lick the sticky fluid off his nipple, which hardened at its touch.

“Let me get us something to drink,” I said, pulling on a pair of shorts. “Sure,” he smiled, his short, beautiful body stretching out on my bed. His cock remained hard, and a drop of cum still hung from its tip.

“So tell me how you got into hustling,” I asked, handing him the bottle of Coke. “Where are you from?”

“Oregon,” he said, sipping the soda. “I was 14 when I left there. I couldn’t stand living there anymore.”

I managed to get him to open up to me, and he described an abusive father who thought he didn’t measure up to his expectations. He wanted a jock, not a girly boy. When he came home from work unexpectedly and found Billy sucking the cock of another boy, he beat the shit out of his son.

Billy wound up in LA, and for the last year he’s made a good amount of money selling his body to men. He slept in cars and homeless shelters mostly, although some tricks let him stay overnight.

“Wouldn’t you like to settle down and live somewhere? Like here for example?” I asked him. “You could stay with me and the other boys. You wouldn’t have to walk the boulevard anymore.”

Billy’s blue eyes brightened. “Maybe,” he said, not wanting to show too much excitement. “What would I have to do?”

“Well, you’d share my bed a lot of the time. And help out with chores. But you could do pretty much what you want most of the time,” I said.

He smiled at the idea. “Yeah, that would be cool. I could get used to that. A lot of those old guys are disgusting. I could use a break from them.”

“Wonderful,” I said, noticing that Billy was rubbing his eyes. “This is a big house, and you’d fit right in. I know you’ll like the other boys.”

“Shit, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Billy said, holding his hands against the side of his head. “I’m feeling really sick all of a sudden.”

“You’d better lay down and relax, Billy,” I said, taking the Coke bottle out of his hands. “Maybe you should try to sleep.”

“Yeah, I think so. The room is moving. I need to close my eyes,” he said, his head falling back against the pillow. A moment later he was unconscious.

When Billy awoke, he became aware that he couldn’t move his arms and legs. Blinking to focus his eyes, he could see that there were ropes holding his wrists and ankles in place, spreadeagled.

“Hey, he’s awake,” said Tommy, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling,” I asked, stroking Billy's hair.

“My head still hurts,” he said. “Why are my arms and legs tied up?”

“Well, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I said. “It wouldn’t be good if you jerked around a lot.”

“Tommy, please hand me the elastrator now,” I said to the other boy.

With my left hand I pulled down on Billy’s scrotum, compressing his testes into the bottom of the sack. With the other hand, I worked the elastrator band over the scrotum, positioning it as high as possible.

“What the fuck are you doing?” shouted Billy as he watched me manipulate his balls. Then he screamed as the band snapped into place, instantly squeezing the top of his sack into a tight circle.

“I’m castrating you, Billy,” I said, putting a second band onto the elastrator. “This is the best thing for you. All my boys here are nutted before they move in with me.”

Billy tried frantically to free his limbs, and bucked so hard that Tommy had to hold him down. “Castrate me? Are you fucking crazy?” he screamed as I moved the elastrator into position and released the second band.

“No, of course not,” I said, checking to make sure the bands were properly placed. “Don’t you see that I’m giving you the best chance of your life? Would you rather spend years hustling, selling your body to men you can’t stomach?”

Billy sobbed and struggled as the bands choked off the blood to his testicles. “You’ll come to appreciate being a eunuch, Billy. All of my boys were angry at first, but over time they came to understand how their balls were their biggest enemy. Now, they never want to run around getting into trouble. They live here with me, and I take care of them. Show him, Tommy.”

The other boy smiled and pulled down his shorts. Billy stared wide-eyed as Tommy lifted up his small penis, showing the bare space below where his scrotum once hung. “It’s true, Billy. I’m glad that I got nutted. You don’t need your balls. You really don’t.”

“And one of the best things is that you’ll stay a boy for a long time,” I said, lifting the scalpel from the top of the dresser. “You won’t grow all those ugly muscles and hair all over your body. You’ll stay slim and smooth, just like you are now.”

Billy was screaming as his groin throbbed with pain. “I’m going to cut your balls now, Billy. It will all be over soon. The bands will keep you from bleeding much.”

Tommy held Billy firmly against the mattress as the blade penetrated the skin of Billy's sack. I sliced through the compressed area, severing the cords. “There, all finished,” I said, holding up my hands so that Billy could see his scrotum. “Now, I’ll give you a shot to make you sleep again. You’ll feel much better when you wake up.”

Like Tommy and Jeremy and Paul, Billy eventually accepted his new body, and learned to fit in at my house. Having four young eunuch boys at home is like a dream come true for me. And it gives me so much satisfaction knowing that I saved them all from a life on the streets.

Billy has become my favorite, in fact. I just love looking down at his angelic face, feeling my cock buried deep inside him.

Billy likes to pull on his dick while I fuck him. It always stays soft now, of course.