Chapter 1
Danny Is Lost And Found
Danny whimpered as his ass was filled with the filthy old cock. The old man grunted as he came and filled the seven year old with his seed. Danny had wandered out of the store weeks ago, without his mommy. Lost and confused, the old man had found him. Dragging the boy back to his favorite alley, the old man had kept Danny as his sex slave every since.
Until today.
As the old man faded off into sleep, Danny decided to make a break for it. He may have not know where he was going but anywhere would be better then getting raped underneath the smelly old man again.
Danny gathered up his scattered clothes and slipped away, breaking into a run when he turned the corner. Sprinting down backstreets he stopped only long enough to pull on his tattered shorts and t-shirt before he took off again. After running for some ways he found himself in a dead end street. The only exit was a large broken storm drain that led into the city’s old sewers.
Danny was about to turn back when he heard somebody approaching around the corner. Panicking, he scurried down the drain into the dark. Once inside the sewers, Danny looked around the dark, wet, tunnel that he found himself in. Slime covered the walls and the concrete path that he was on ran next to a deep river that looked more slop than water. The way was clear down here, though, so Danny figured he’d walk a ways and see if he could find another exit.
After walking for a few minutes his eyes began to adjust to the dim light of the sewer, and he realized that the thick slime and mold that covered the tunnel walls glowed a faint green luminescence that made it possible for him to find his way.
Wandering down tunnel after tunnel, his bare feet squishing in the filth that covered the sewer floor, he began to fear he would never find another storm drain. Finally, he slumped against the wall in exhaustion as he tried to remember the way back. Fear began to creep in as he realized he hadn’t kept track of his turns and was now hopelessly lost.
Though he didn’t know it, Danny had a lot be afraid of in the old sewers. Unknown to most of the city, the sewers had become the dumping grounds for a certain Dr. Scandia’s failed experiments and waste. The Doctor’s experiments gravitated toward the grossly mutated and psychotically sexual nature. After years of dumping, his throw offs had mixed with the underworld’s natural environment, breeding mutations and creatures not known in the natural world. And because of the sexual nature of the Doctor’s experiments, most of the mutations that lived down there had a significantly heightened libido.
Which was bad for Danny because his seven year old body was a better fuck than anything in that sewer had ever had. His young skin was soft and smooth. His features also soft and almost feminine. He even had a firm little bubble butt that stuck out seductively. His genitals weren’t much to speak of, but his puckered little butt hole had been trained most thoroughly by the old man.
As he sat in the dark, Danny thought back to his days as the old street bum’s sex slave. At first he had fought the dirty old man with everything he had. Struggling as he was pressed down, his clothes ripped off time after time, just before he felt the pressure of the wrinkled old cock at his tight, innocent, little bum. He would scream and sob as the old man buggered him, but in that area off the city no one cared. Then, one day, the old man started to take him again and to his shame, Danny let him do it easily. The little boy had even helped him by loosening up as much as possible and then milking the old man’s rod with his ass cheeks. At first he just told himself that he was getting it over with as quick as possible. But the reality was that he had begun to enjoy having a filthy old cock in his ass. Sometimes, he would even make the first move. As the old man sat, drinking, with his back to an old building, Danny would crawl up to him, pull out his filthy old cock and slurp it down like a pro. Then the old man would do his slave, cum, and then drop off into a drunken sleep. Every time as Danny was being fucked, and then when he was curled up under the old man’s wrinkled old body trying to fall asleep, he would sob in shame at how much of a slut he had become. No matter how he had tried to deny it, he knew he had begun to need it. It was the shame that had eventually forced him to leave.
And now he was trapped underground with no idea how to get out. As Danny rose and began searching again for a way out he didn’t realize that above him in the dark recesses of the sewer ceiling, eyes watched him. Creatures swarmed the stone roof of the tunnel as the tracked the movements of the succulently soft child beneath them. Suddenly, one creature dropped down right in front of the seven year old boy.
Danny cried out in shock as he looked at the large bat like creature. It had wings and claws like a bat, but below its furry body it’s skeletal legs stretched oddly long. And between it’s legs hung a long goo encased cock that look incredibly hard. The creature stood about three feet tall. Only a few inches shorter than Danny.
Shaking in fear, Danny turned to run the opposite way but found his way blocked by a mob of identical creatures ranging in height from about a foot to the first bat’s height. He turned again and tried to run past the first bat, but suddenly felt a weight drop on his shoulders, knocking him to the ground beneath a creature that clung to him and bit down on his neck. Struggling, he screamed in fear as the bat began to drain the blood from him.
The swarm of cave creatures descended on him, weighing him down. Danny screamed in panic as he thought he was about to be eaten alive. His clothes were shredded off of him leaving him naked under a mass of matted fur and sticky probing cocks. His mouth popped open in surprise as a thick slimy member bumped into his face and then slid down his throat. Danny began to realize what was happening as he struggled to breath around the thick, gooey, bat cock.
He was being raped. Again.
But this time it was by mutated bat like creatures in the old underground sewers of the city. He couldn’t believe how unlucky he was. He had managed to break away from his last rapist only to be caught by something so much worse.
But as he felt the familiar feel of the sticky rod sliding over his tongue, he fought the urge to suck it back. He moaned as the bats crawled over his supple young body, humping him and nibbling at him, drawing his blood in their feast of sex and blood. The bats wanted him like the old man had wanted him. And why shouldn’t he let them? He knew he liked it. He could be there little sewer whore. Their little cumslut sex slave.
Danny’s cheeks flamed red in shame as he slurped at the cock, sucking as much gel like goo from it’s shaft as he could. The bat in his mouth responded, fucking his throat fast and hard as it sought to relieve itself. After a few strokes it spurted its foul cum into his belly as he gulped it greedily down. Danny moaned as the Bats swarmed over him, suddenly his bum felt the familiar poking of a wet cock trying to get inside him. Despairing tears burst down his face as he moaned.
“N-no….not there. Please, if you touch me in there I-I-I, OH GOD!” Danny squealed as the slippery rod popped in, “I’m so sorry Mommy!” he whispered in shamed resignation as he pushed back feeling the creature’s raping cock tear into him, widening him up, fucking his grade school bum hole.
Soon another cock joined the first in his ass filling him up way passed what the old man had. As they jacked in and out of his bum, another bat began licking at his tiny pee hole. At first he liked it but then the creature started to use its claws to pry open the tiny hole in his seven year old cock. He screamed in agony as his pee hole was stretched roughly open to let the little creatures at the liquids coming out of the tiny hose.
The creatures bore him down fucking his orifices with glee. Soon his urethra was stretched wide enough for one of the smaller bats to stick their cock in and fuck him there. Danny moaned like the sewer whore he now was as the bat cocks slurped in and out of his slutty bum. He slurped down cock after cock even as he wept in shame at how he needed to be fucked hard like this. He had escaped the old bum but it seemed that no matter where he went from now on he would be a slut. To be used as a cum toy was his lot in life now and he was enjoying ever shameful, disgusting moment of it.
Suddenly the bats started squealing in fright and pain as they abandoned his raped young body. Danny yelped in shock as he was thrust aside in the panicked rush of furry bodies as they scrambled to leave. As Danny lay sprawled on the cold cement floor he looked up to see rocks whizzing through the air, some connecting with a solid thump on the fleeing bat’s flesh. As Danny stared in shock a wiry and deformed little man in a lab coat ambled up still hurling chunks of cement and rock at the retreating bats.
“That’s it ya horny little fuckers! Run! Er’ ah’ll brain ya wit anether!” the strange man looked down at Danny and grinned, “Cowards the lot o’ ‘em. Cahn’t stay too long tho’. They’ll figer out all I got is rocks and cem back in biggeh numbers. A nice piece of soft, fresh meat like you den’t wander den here often.”
Danny looked up at his strange savior in a kind of awe, his mouth hanging open in shock.
The man cocked his head to the side and suggested, “Yeh better shet tha’ mouth boy. Semthin’ll around here’ll shove a cock in it in two blinks.”
Danny’s mouth snapped shut.
The man threw back his head and gave a loud guffaw, “HA! That’s ah good lad! Nice en obedient! Here, mah name’s Gregory. Bet yuh can call me Igor if’n ya like. Kind of a joke frem deh old days ya might say,” Gregory, or Igor, held out his hand to Danny, who took hold of it and got a simultaneous help up and handshake.
Gregory looked down at his new friend(who stood only about five inches shorter than him) and grinned, “Well, ain’t you a pretty piece of flesh. Don’t see much white skin down here anymore. Sooner or later it always turns dark green, grey, black, brown or sem other murky collah. Wot’s yeh name kid?”
Danny still in shock at his rescue by this strange individual, suddenly remembered his manners and blurted out, “Danny! Sir! My name is Danny Wiltrop!”
Gregory looked around speculatively, “Well Danny my son, we need to be gittin the ’ell outa ’ere afore them bats cem back. Anything left ’o yer clothes? No? Well lets git along then. Meybe I ‘ave a spare thread or two at my hole.”
They made their way through the labyrinth of slimy underground tunnels and corridors, Danny’s shivering naked form padding silently behind Gregory’s peculiar crouching gate. It wasn’t a limp or even a hump on his back. It was more like he moved with his back and knees bent ready to spring into action(or hiding) at a moments notice.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, they arrived at Gregory’s “hole”. It turned out to be a sectioned off part of the old sewers. A door made of patched together pieces of heavy wood and metal, blocked the only entrance to the small network of cement rooms. There was a slot in the door which could be used either to see who lay on the other side or to send a small projectile through, like say an arrow. Once they were in Gregory shut and latched the heavy door. It felt only marginally warmer in here than it had in the main sewers.
As Gregory led Danny further into his hole he chattered on like an excited host, “Yep, this ‘ere is ‘ome seet ‘ome! Yer’s too now, I reckon. I kep and gra most of what I need ‘ere, but there are some tings I need to forage for. Like coal to burn and maybe do a bit ‘o huntin. That’s ‘wat I was doin wen I ran into yer little party wit da bats.”
They walked past rooms filled with stores and supplies as well as creatures he kept and farmed, “Yep that’s te slug pit in dat room. Don’t fall in er ya’ll get a right good cleanin out. Dat’s actually why I keep ‘em. Outsida makin a ged stew they clean up the sewer slime and dirt pretty good. Dey leave deir own slime bet it dissalves away inte notin in no time. Dis ‘ere room’s where I keep mah supply ‘o coal and whatever dry wood I cahn forge fer burnin. An dis room is where I keep mah’ dried food stuffs, encase I run on hard times and huntin is bad. An here is te good part.”
Gregory held back a heavy tarp that covered the doorway to a warmly lit room. Danny sighed in relief as he felt the comforting warmth of a fire wash over his tortured and naked young body. Inside there was a fire pit in the center of the room with a dying fire sending a trickle of smoke up through a drain in the ceiling. Gregory fed some fuel to the fire and soon had a nice blaze going. In the light of the fire Danny could make out a nice, comfortable, lived in room. There was a table with a chair, a bed and some shelves made from various materials. The floor was covered in fur rugs made from creatures that Danny would rather not think of. Gregory motioned Danny over to the bed. Once Danny had sat down the funny little man draped a warm fur blanket around his shoulders. Danny smiled thankfully and pulled the blanket tight around his nude body. Gregory pulled over the single chair in the room and sat down.
“Well now, Danny, I suppose I aught to fill ya in on te way tings are around ‘ere. Since yer likely te become a permanent resident. That is unless yeh can ‘member how yeh got in?” Gregory looked at him hopefully.
Danny shook his head sadly.
Gregory nodded in resignation, “Well, no matter. Firs’ tho I’d like ta hear yer story. How’d yeh git down ‘ere anyway.”
So Danny told Gregory all about how he had wandered out of the store and had been taken by the old street bum. He told him how he had been used as a sex slave for several weeks before he had finally worked up the courage to run away. He told him how he had found his way into the sewers and wandered around until he had been attacked and raped by the mutated bats. Gregory listened and nodded along as Danny told his story, asking questions occasionally but for the most part just listening. Finally, after Danny had finished he gave a sigh.
“Well, Danny my boy, ye’ve gone frem one bad siteation teh anether ahm afraid. Yeh pro’lly shuda stayed wit the old bum. ‘Cause down ‘ere life…..well it jes fuckin sucks. I been down ere for years an never found a way out. Well I ain’t looked in some years. I doubt I’d leave even if I did find a way out. I’ve settled in. This place is all I know really. Den’t know wat ahd do with meself topside. But fer a youngun like you, life down ‘ere is gon’ta be a bit brutal. Those bats out there isn’t the only thing yeh gotta worry about. There’s all manner o’ creatures down here. An every one o’ dem would take a tasty morsal like yerself an’ fuck’em, then eat’m, then fuck’em again. I swear, these days, ya get a new species every day. Sooner ‘er later they’s gonna bust out up top so they is.”
Danny gulped nervously, “Where do they all come from Mr. Gregory?”
Gregory started, “Now don’t go callin me mister now. Gregory, or Igor, or even Ol’ Greg’d be ok. Jes’ don’t be getting all formal on me. Hates that so I do. As te where dey come from. Well, yeh ever here tell of one Dr. Scandia?”
Danny shook his head.
“Well, if ever there were a mad scientist it’d be ‘im. He does these crazy insane experiments see. An the stuff that fails or jes fails teh hold ‘is interest gets dumped down ‘ere. And then it turns around and mutates everytin in deh sewers. Stuff’s takin a life o’ it’s own though. I used the be one o’ his assistents. Deh first one actshly. One thing yeh should know about the ged Doctor is dis, he likes teh experiment on everyting. Animals, people, furniture. Even hisself and especially his lab assistents. That’s one reason I’m so funny lookin. It twernt jes deh sewers made me like dis. Anyway, I was a tough one. I stayed around quite a long time an he found me useful. Eventually he brought in new assisstents tah experiment on. An not all dem survived. Ah became his chief assisstent er whate’er and that’s when I got the nick name Igor. Get it? Me bein top assistant teh the mad scientist!”
Gregory cackled as he found this humorous.
“Anyways. Eventually he shoved me down ‘ere. Not sure wot for. Mighta been I was getting to smart fer me own good or more likely he jes wanted to make space for that new bitch Nancy. Now dere was sadistic whore, pretty though, but anyway. I ended up down ‘ere an I found dis little hole an been doin my own experiments ever since. Most o’ dem involving how teh’ grow sempin tasty. But anyway I got dis little corner o’ deh world an yer welcome teh share it, slong we come the an unerstandin that is.”
Danny nodded enthusiastically just glad to have a warm place to stay, “Sure Gregory! Anything you want! I can help out around here if you’ll just teach me! I can help you forage and grow stuff! Get coal for the fire! All sorts of things!”
Gregory nodded, “Sure, sure. Yeh’ll need te help out wit all dem things, specially if yeh want teh survive down ‘ere, bet that’d only give yeh a share of teh space an food an the like. But if yeh want teh learn how teh survive down ‘ere an if ahm gonna keep yeh alive an feed yeh till yeh do learn then dere’s gonna be more condition’s.”
Danny nodded eagerly.
Gregory shifted a little uncomfortably, “Well, Danny, yah see its like dis, yeh know how I said we don’t get many things soft an fresh like you down ‘ere?”
Danny nodded.
“Well, it’s been a very long time sence I had anyting teh fuck udder dan sewer creaturs, an deh is quite unpleasant teh fuck.”
Understanding dawned in Danny’s face and he grew quiet. Again? He escapes a perverted old fart only to run into psycho rapist bats, and then escapes then only to find himself to find himself with another pervert. He looked around. It was a nice set up. Almost like an underground fort. And besides what else could he do? He couldn’t find his way out and this was his best chance at survival. Also, there was that other thing. That feeling he got when he was being used. It made him feel dirty and disgusting and something inside him always cried when he gave in but then there was that other feeling, of being used and controlled. For some reason to him it felt good to let someone else tell him what to do no matter what it was. And when he was fucking it would feel good after awhile no matter how ashamed it made him. Finally he made his decision.
Danny looked up to see Gregory watching him expectantly, waiting patiently for him to come to a decision, “You want me to be your slave? Like I was for the street bum?”
Old Greg nodded, “Yep, bet it wouldn’t be quite teh same. See I like teh experiment. Got it frem mah years wit deh Doc I geuss. Bet I’d be wantin to experiment sexually wit’yeh.”
Danny thought about this. It didn’t really change things, “O-ok. Y-you can do anything you want. I guess….”
Gregory grinned, “Well dat’s great! Welcome te mah place Danny boy! It’s yers now too I spose. Let’s start wit firs tings firs.”
Gregory stood up and pulled apart his dirty white lab coat and pulled down his homemade leather pants. An abnormally large cock sprang loose bobbing before Danny’s shocked eyes. Gregory looked meaningfully at his erection, “Weell. Get te work Danny boy!”
Obedient as a well trained sex slave, Danny slid off the bed and to his knees letting the blanket fall to the floor. Gregory looked down see tears welling up in the seven year old’s eyes as he prepared to give the older man a blow job. Somehow that just made Gregory’s dick twitch into a harder state. He let out a loud moan as a tiny tongue lapped away at the head of his penis and then worked it’s way down his shaft. He gripped the boy’s head as his grubby unwashed flesh was cleaned, the filth disappearing as the boy swallowed it down.
“Oh fuck! At’s right you little trollop, you filthy little cunt! Clean me cock up real good. Mmmmm you ben trained good yeh fucking sewer whore,” Gregory groaned in satisfaction as Danny began to sob in shame around his giant rod of meat. The torrent of verbal abuse urging the boy on even as it brought tears of self deprecation to his cheeks. The little slut licked his way back to the top of the abnormally large cock where he swallowed the head in a gulp that stretched his tiny lips thin around the thick rod of meat. Gregory grunted as his cock was enveloped in the warmth of the seven-year-olds mouth. Lost in the sensation he thrust into the boy’s throat, choking him as he drove his rod deeper into the boy’s body. Danny wriggled as he was stuck on Gregory’s cock trying to jerk his head up off the slab of meat. Oblivious to his struggles, Gregory pumped his cock down the boy’s throat over and over fucking furiously as he hadn’t in years.
Finally, Gregory grunted as he pulled out letting the boy catch his breath, “Yeh ok boy?” he laughed as he reached down and bent Danny over his simple bed. Danny whimpered in shamed lust as he waited breathlessly to be mounted. Gregory lined up his cock with the boy’s anus, resting it against his forbidden hole. Danny shrieked at the top of his lungs as Gregory sunk in with no preparation at all, impaling the tiny boy as he thrust forward over and over. Gregory grunted and moaned excitedly as he enjoyed his first human fucking in years.
Danny sniffled in shame as he was stuck over and over again for more than two hours in various positions by Gregory’s rape tool. Finally Gregory tired of his fun and crawled into bed pulling Danny in with him and holding him in close his cock nestled in between the boy’s ass cheeks. Well fucked, Danny snuggled in close to his new master very satisfied and warm. For the first time in months he felt safe as he finally came to accept his place in the world.
An obedience sex slave for an old underground hermit.
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