One Less Son

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One Less Son 

David Johnson had been widowed for ten years, and naturally he had 
sought the company of other women. As a busy, working father of two 
teenage boys, David  did not have a lot of time to search for the 
ideal woman for him, and secretly he believed that such a woman would 
not be attracted to his bolding head and hairy belly. Whether or not 
that was the truth, he firmly believed it and therefore gained the 
company of several women of the night. As a young man, he had 
deplored his friend's dealings with prostitutes, and his actions even 
at age 48 did not make him proud. So, he tried very hard to keep his 
nocturnal from his sons. 

Over the years, David had grown to know several of the ladies that 
serviced him. With their help, he established a line of credit, which 
was not standard at all, but David was a well-known business man in 
the community, so the women and their bosses were confident that they 
would be paid in full. That system worked well until David's 
construction company fell on hard times. However, David was confident 
that he could recover financially, and he continued his night 
adventures. When the  Boss (as the ladies referred to him) discovered 
that the money was not coming in, he told his girls to give David a 
message--pay soon and fully or he and his family would suffer. David 
listened to the women as they stressed that the Boss was certainly 
telling the truth. But David did not have the will to stop his sexual 
needs and was still sure that he could pay--next month, always next 
month. 



13 year old Sam came home from baseball practice at his junior high 
school at about four o'clock with a request: "Can I sleep over at 
Joe's house tonight?" David was not a big fan of Sam's friend Joe--he 
was kind of a bad seed--but work was going so badly that he just 
couldn't deal with a silly fight with his son. He agreed.



At about six o'clock, his 17 year old Danny jumped down the stairs. 
Danny was already about as tall as his father, 5' 9", and David 
figured that he might still grow an inch or too. His hair came 
straight from his mother, however. David's wife always kept her hair 
fairly short, and Danny's sandy hair made the same subtle waves on 
his forehead. Danny had really helped out when his mother died, 
helping David keep track of Sam--to keep the boy out of trouble. But 
lately Danny had been showing a rebellious streak. When he entered 
the den, Danny informed his father that he was going out with his 
friends and would be home late. David did not take kindly to his 
elder son's tone, but held his anger in check--he absolutely had to 
get some work done. By nine o'clock, however, David couldn't keep 
anything on his mind except for Tracy, his favorite lady at the 
Boss's "house". He sat his work aside and was thankful his sons were 
away--now he needed no excuse to leave the house. 



He arrived at the Boss's at about ten o'clock. It was a dumpy looking 
building, but the rough outside hid an opulent interior. As David 
entered the front door, he greeted the woman at the desk with a 
smile. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, Tracy wants to see you in room 14," the 
young woman said. David found this a little odd, since Tracy's room 
had always been number 13, but turned his thoughts to the night ahead 
as he walked down the red hallways. He knocked on room 14 and entered,
but he was greeted with a punch to his gut rather than Tracy’s 
breasts. A giant arm dragged him into the room. David found himself 
held on either shoulder by two huge men--one white, the other black. 
But aside from their races, they were identical in ever way--their 
short hair cut and serious expressions. In front of David stood a 
short man in a neat business suit. Except for a scare under his right 
eye, the man could have been mistaken for Ross Perot. 

The man turned to David and said, "Hi, Mr. Johnson. My name is the 
Boss." 

David felt his stomach fall to the floor. He stumbled to reply: "Look 
if this is about that money, I've almost got it together." 

The Boss shook his head. "This is about the money, sir. And about 
something else." The Boss pointed to a large window on the left side 
of the room. David recognized the room as Tracy's. The large mirror 
on her wall was two-way. David felt sick to his stomach at the 
thought of others watching his many visits with Tracy. But the Boss 
did not give him much time to contemplate the thought. The door to 
Tracy's room opened and she walked in--followed by Danny. The 
17-year-old looked nervous and studied the room carefully, his arms 
crossed as if he was freezing. Tracy sat on the bed and looked at 
him. "Well, come on Danny.

It's all right," she said. He closed the door slowly and sat beside 
her on the bed. The Boss looked at David. "Is this your son?" he 
asked. David was so shocked to see his son with Tracy that all he 
could do was nod his head yes. The Boss looked into the room and 
continued: "He came in tonight with several young men. This is 
their first visit, so I knew you would want him to have Tracy." David 
swallowed hard, his head spinning from the gut shoot he had received. 
"What does this have to do with the money?" he asked. Boss smiled, 

"Just watch." 

Danny had sat beside Tracy on the bed, but still did not seem 
comfortable. Tracy broke the ice like a pro. "This is your first time 
here, right?" Danny nodded and managed a "yes" through a dry throat. 
"Have you ever been with a girl?" Tracy asked softly. Danny decided 
to be honest and said no. "This was my friend's idea 
really. I'm not really sure what to do." Tracy smiled, which caused 
Danny to smile. "What I mean," he said, "Was that I'm not really sure 
what specifically to do." 

Tracy stood up. "Well, let me give you some pointers." She dropped 
her robe revealing her naked body. Then she dropped to her knees and 
reached for Danny's shirt. He helped her pull it over his head, 
leaving his hair in slight disarray. She reached for the buckle of 
his jeans, and he laid back on the bed. Tracy pulled at his 
pants; Danny lifted his butt off the fluffy bed to let them slide off 
his thin hips. 

David turned to the Boss. "Why are you making me watch this. What 
does this have to do with the money. I'm sure those boys wouldn't 
have come here tonight if they couldn't pay." Boss looked annoyed. 
"It does have to do with the money, sir. Watch." It was said with 
such authority that David turned back to the window.



His son's erection was visible in his white boxer shorts, along with 
a tiny spot of pre-cum and the end of the tent-pole. Tracy pulled the 
boxers off and reached for Danny's penis. It was about six inches 
long--just like his, David thought--and circumcised. It slightly 
bowed, and the head was only slightly fatter than the shaft.

  

David couldn't help but feel proud that his son's penis looked 
exactly like his. Tracy placed one hand around the base, careful not 
to touch the head. With the other, she cupped his young balls, the 
sac already starting to tighten around the boy's jewels. Danny did 
not look down at here. He was too nervous. Tracy reached her

tongue out and liked the underside of the red head. Danny groaned at 
the hot, wet sensation. David watched the flat, hairless belly of his 
son rise and fall irrationally as  Tracy continued to lick around the 
17 year old's swollen penis head. Tracy smiled. "Was that the first 
time another person has ever touched your penis head?" Danny blushed 
from her question, "Yes." Tracy released his penis and laid down on 
the bed beside the boy. "Well, Danny, I want to touch it a lot 
more." Danny rose of the bed and rolled between the woman's legs. He 
fumbled for a moment before Tracy helped him position his penis head 
at her entrance.


David watched as his son eased his penis into a woman for the first 
time. Danny entered slowly, his butt tensing as the initial thrust 
was completed. He propped himself up on his elbows and began to move. 
David tried to turn away, but the Boss ordered him to watch. David 
stared at his son losing his virginity, pumping his teenage 
penis into the same woman that he himself had fucked so many times. 
He watched Tracy move her legs, contracting her vagina around his 
son's dick. He knew her movements like the back of his hand, knew the 
sensations his son was feeling for the first time. 



Tracy asked the boy to stop for a moment. "I want to do something," 
she said. She eased Danny off of her gently and maneuvered him so 
that his arms and legs were to his sides. "I want to tie you up," she 
said, producing a rope." Danny grinned. "Okay." David was perplexed. 
Tracy had never tied him up before. The woman tied Danny's feet about 
a shoulder length apart to the bed post and his arms to the side of 
the bed. "OK, now lets go," she said. David watched as Tracy mounted 
his  son, lowering herself on Danny's young prick. As she rode the 
boy, Tracy rubbed his sweaty, tight teenage chest with one hand and 
reached behind her to cup his tight, darkened nutsac with the other. 
Danny moaned, straining against the ropes, his head thrown back on 
the feather pillows. David watched his sons thighs tighten in 
rhythm with Tracy's bounces--a sure sign that his orgasm was near. 
Danny held his breath, then groaned loudly, his body lost all tension 
as his penis throbbed in Tracy's vagina. The woman pushed off of the 
boy, letting his spent, but still hard penis slide out of her messy 
pussy. "I have to go now, Danny. I really loved this, but 
other customers are waiting," she said. It took Danny a moment to 
awaken from his bliss and say: "Untie me first." Tracy pulled her 
robe over her shoulders and  tied it at her waist. "Someone will 
untie you in a moment." Then she left. 

David stood, looking at his naked son tied to a bed having just lost 
his virginity. David said in a dry voice, "What does this have to do 
with the money?" Boss  smiled. "You think I'd let a second generation 
grow up to rip me off, like you think you can? No, Mr. Johnson, but I 
couldn't allow this to happen to a boy as young as your son without 
letting him have a taste of women first." At that moment, David saw 
the door to Tracy's room swing open. It was Tracy again, but she no 
longer wore the rob. She entered in a white coat--like a doctor's 
coat--rapped tightly around her and carrying a small paper bag. Danny 
started at the abrupt entrance, but was relieved to see Tracy again. 
The boy smiled and said: "I'm sorry, but I’m really getting cold. My 
friends are probably ready to leave by now. Can you untie me?" She 
replied: "I can't do that." Tracy's friendly, easy manner had 
disappeared.



David bit his lip. "Don't hurt my son, please." Boss shook his head. 
"You have hurt him, Mr. Johnson. Just like you hurt me, by not paying 
what you owe me."



Tracy stood over the naked boy, punching him in the stomach hard. 
Danny had the breath knocked out of him and struggled for air while 
the woman wiped the cold sweat of the boy off her fist. Danny 
recovered quickly from the blow, but not from the shock of being hit 
by the woman who he had just fucked. 



Tracy walked around to the boy's feet and reached into her bag. She 
pulled out a device that looked like a wrench, only without teeth. 
They reminded David of tongs that one might use to pick up a hot egg--
only smaller. Tracy did not look at Danny's face but punched down 
again, this time squarely in the boy's soft genitals. Danny cried out 
in pain, his arms involuntarily struggling with the ropes in a vain 
attempt to hold his nuts for relief. "Stop, please," he managed. 
Tracy didn't show any emotion. "I can't," she said. "We know you 
can't pay." Danny shook his head.

"I can. 

My friend Ben has the money, just ask him, please." Tracy still 
wouldn't look him in the face: "It is not enough. I'm sorry, son." 
With that, she slammed her fist again between the boy's legs. 

David averted his eyes at the blow, by the guards grabbed his arms 
and pulled back hard. David thought for a moment his arms would 
break, but they didn't. The Boss was in his face a moment later. 
"Watch, Mr. Johnson," he ordered. But David shook his head. "Please 
don't hurt my son. This isn't his fault. Hurt me instead." 
  
The Boss turned back to the window. Tracy was wiping her juices and 
Danny's semen off her hand from her blows to the boy. Danny was 
crying, his eyes pleading for help. The woman brushed the boy's soft 
circumcised penis aside with little regard for the pleasure she had 
just given that little tube of flesh. She positioned the
cold, silver tool over the boy's right testicle. David shook his 
head. 

  "Please, don't hurt him. Hurt me; I'm the one who wronged you." The 
Boss swung around and delivered a blow to David's groin with his 
fist. Then, he grabbed the man's testicles through his pants and 
squeezed. Only the guards behind kept David from falling to the 
ground in agony. His head swam from the pain. The Boss
turned and tapped the window. Tracy held the tool still, the helpless 
testicul held in the cold steel grasp. The Boss squeezed David's sac 
harder, saying: "I will hurt you then." David shook his head. "Let 
go, please." He cried out from the pain. The Boss sneered. "You 
wanted this pain, didn't you?" David shook his head no, tears forming 
in his eyes. "Stop, please," he managed. The Boss grinned, "But your 
son?" David could take no more. "Just stop, for god's sake. Do
whatever you want but stop...." The Boss released his grip and tapped 
the window again. The next moment, David heard a bloodcurdling cry 
erupt from the next room. David opened his eyes to see Tracy clamping 
down on the tool with both hands. When he released the clamp, the 
testicle was smashed. Danny was breathing erratically, his eyes 
staring wildly. Tracy wasted no time. She clamped the other nut 
quickly and applied pressure. Danny threw his head back on the red
pillow, his mouth open wide, eyes squeezed shut, a breathy cry of 
agony escaping his mouth. David watched his son stiffen in ultimate 
agony--a pain that all men fear but few ever experience....except his 
eldest son. Just as the nut ruptured, David felt a chop to the neck 
and everything went dark. 



David awoke in his house. The phone was ringing, pounding in his 
head. He picked it up. The voice on the other end was unfamiliar. 
"You have a young son, 13 years old. If you want him to become a man 
like you and his brother (chuckle), you will pay us what you own." 
The man hung up. But as soon as David replaced the receiver, the 
phone rang again. It was the hospital. 



David was told that his son had been found on the street, apparently 
the victim of a gang attack. The doctors grimly prepared him for the 
news--they had not been able to save his son's reproductive organs. 
Danny would never have children, but with hormone therapy and 
counseling, he should be able to live a normal life. The
boy had not been told yet; the doctors said that is would be better 
if the boy heard the news from his father. David entered his son's 
room and asked quietly to see the damage. Danny was asleep, so the 
doctors agreed. They lifted the sheet. David saw that his son's empty 
scrotum was stitched together--necessary to remove the damaged tissue 
that was inside, the doctor's said. David saw that Danny's penis, the 
tube of flesh that he had watched give his son so much pleasure at the
hands of Tracy was shriveled, the bear penis head pale. Danny began 
to stir, so the doctors replaced the sheets and left the room. Danny 
looked at his father with tired, pleading eyes. David sat beside the 
bed. "Do  you remember what happened to you son?" he asked. Danny 
nodded yes. He looked at his father pleadingly, "Am I, I mean, do I 
still have....." David shook his head. "No son." Tears formed in the 
boy's eyes and he looked away. David reached out to hold his hand. 
"It doesn't mean your not a man son," he said, but even he didn't 
believe it, knew that simply wasn't true. This 17 year old would 
never have another erection under his own power--never feel a woman 
cup his vulnerably manhood lovingly. David knew his son was no longer 
and never would be a real man. Danny shook his head, saying: "Why, 
why would somebody do this to me?"