Selling Cherries
This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed are at least 18 years old.
In 2080, the world fell into dystopia. Life grew harsher than it already has been towards my parents. With all the chaos and division, it seems like humanity is reaching the brink of its existence. But us humans are always determined to survive. That along with the corruption of the governments, society has reached a state of "Anything Goes".
It's almost midnight. In just a few minutes my life will span 18 years. I fiddled my thumbs together, thoughts raced across my mind. Before I knew it, the old grandfather clock rang, echoing throughout the apartment. I looked at my mother, her face expressed strength but underneath it I felt a sense of sorrow.
She makes her way to me. "You know what to do," she says, wrapping a scarf around my neck.
"Yes mom"
"Be good, stay strong, and remember I love you okay?"
I left the house, making my way to a building a couple blocks down. Standing in front of the entrance I shut my eyes tightly. As I opened them I notice a few passerbys glancing at me. Their looks were either of disgust or pity. I took a deep breath before stepping in.
A clerk greets me warmly, "Welcome! Are you here to serve or be served?"
"Serve"
"I see! Before we move any further may I see an ID?" I promptly pulled out my ID Card. "Wow, you were fast to act... Haha"
The clerk slides a pamphlet towards me, "Here is the list of services, pick one" Immediately I pointed to a red section of the pamphlet with multiple fine prints and warning logos. The clerks stared at me worried, "Kid... You do know what that is right?"
"Yes"
"You understand that you won't be able to refuse service? There are no limits, that's what you are agreeing to"
"I understand"
A visible look of pity filled his face, "If you are so sure... I'll have you sign these waivers, showing you acknowledge the terms and conditions" I quickly signed off the waivers. "That's all kid. I'll just need some of your bank details and emergency contacts before I start you off..."
After all the administrative work in order, it is finally time. The clerk leads me down a winding hallway, the walls creaked and groaned deep from itself. We stopped at a door at the end of the hallway. "This is you, kid" says the clerk.
I open the door, entering the room. The door shuts behind me and I hear the lock click. The room was cozy. All it had was a large bed and a couple of fluorescent lights. But all my eyes could catch on to was the giant in the room. The man looked like a superhuman you'd see in typical Hollywood movies. Large, ripped and tall. He was in a pair of underwear, though it was barely able to hold his evidently huge cock.
"Hey kiddo, come sit" He gestures, patting his lap. I approach him, his figure seemingly growing in size. I climbed onto him, sitting on his lap. Leaning back, I get a sense of how different we are in size. His single chest muscle had the same width as my shoulder width. His thighs were about 4 times bigger than both my thighs combined.
He wraps his arm around my waist, grabbing my hand, he ushers it to his cock. It was huge, thicker than my wrist and as long as my forearm. "You like how it feels, kid?" I stayed silent, not really knowing how to respond. "What are you, fucking mute? I guess we'll see how silent you can be after I fuck you with this cock"
He stands up throwing me on my back onto the bed. Dragging my head to the edge, he pins my arms down, though I hardly resist. His cock drooled precum on it's tip, it stared at me ready to devour me. It inched closer and closer, it wipes the drool on my lips. Pushing firmly on my lips, he pries my mouth open.
As I thought, I couldn't even fit his cock in my mouth. He looked frustrated but not pissed. It seemed like a malicious plan was brewing in his mind. The man grips my lower jaw and starts stretching it wide open. I gasp in pain from the sudden pull of my jaw. The sides of my lips felt as if it were stretched thinly, I slapped his hand furiously but it was no use. He continued prying my jaw open, fitting more of his cock into my mouth before an audible pop sounded.
He dislocated my jaw, the pain is immense. Tears filled my eyes as I began to get a glimpse of how the rest of my night is going to be with him. I'd merely be a shadow of who I was stepping into this room.
His snake of meat slithers down my throat forcefully. It felt as if his cock was reaching my stomach the way it reached so deep inside my throat. I'd gag violently but his cock that was throbbing inside my throat anchored me down and plugged up any puke that attempted to come out. I blacked out a couple of times from his cock tightly blocking my airway. But it didn't seem to bother him.
After being his meat kebab for what felt like days. He pulls out his cock. Barely catching my breath, flips me around. "Stick that ass up kid" He ordered me.
I do my best, though I could barely move. He pulls my hips up high. He wipes a bit of my spit leftover on his cock onto my hole. "So kid, what brings you to serve here master today?" He asks, toying with my hole.
With my broken jaw, I try my best to talk. "Me and my mom. We need the money"
"Heh money. I've got lots of those. Continue serving me well and you'd get some good cash"
He sticks a finger in my hole. I wail in pain, having something foreign in my ass felt so weird and painful.
"Fuck... Virgin boy. Your hole is so tight"
I looked back at him. He slowly strokes his gigantic cock. If I could barely handle a finger inside me... How am I to fit that... I start sobbing.
"Sir... I-I'm scared"
A evil grin appeared. "You look so cute when you cry" he says.
"Please sir, I'm scared. I don't think I'll survive this"
"Shhh, be a good boy. Just take it"
I start feeling a deep pressure against my hole. It felt, comfortable. But I grew and grew, and the comfort turned into pain. His tip popped inside me, a sharp spike of pain radiates throughout my nerves. I wail in pain. And without a hint of mercy at all, he slams it fully inside me. I felt my body tear apart, something inside my felt painfully raw. I broke in cold sweat, I could barely make a thought. My insides felt like they were on fire.
I could barely move or register anything. My body was purely in survival mode. The pain dialed down, my sense slowly muting. For the next few however many hours, he tore my body into shreds. All I could do was hear him grunting aggressively as he drills my ass open. My body went limp. He used me like some ragdoll. My vision starts to darken as I slowly drift away.
I open my eyes, I'm in the hospital. Everything was a daze, how many days has it been?