Perverts 'R' Us

The Boy Depot

By Toddsexer ( MMM/bbb, b/d, s/m, cbt, ws )

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As Dr. Adam Wexley walked through the basement storeroom towards a large wall of built-in shelving, he felt the heavy iron key shift around in his pocket. The key was a holdover from the beginning days at "The Boy Depot," and although every other function had long since been electronically automated, he still felt a thrill at putting the key into the hidden lock at the far left side of the wall. Turning it once counterclockwise, the last shelving unit pivoted on its secret hinge and revealed the main security door. At this point computer codes, fingerprint pads, and eye scans took over; all necessary equipment for managing the largest pedophilia company in the western world.

It was a stroke of genius, hiding it underneath the Center for Male Sexual Health in the Hawaiian islands, but every one of the wealthy mature men that made their way to his doors knew of the vast potential for satisfying their lust and fantasies with preteen boys.

With the codes entered and his identity confirmed, Dr. Wexley stepped through the security door into the back access hallway bordering on the theme rooms. Every 30 feet on each side of the hallway, a small keypad could be seen mounted on the wall about four feet off the floor, and above each keypad was a one-way view screen. Adam moved casually over to the first view screen on the right and looked at the information flashing on the pad.

"Room 1A, Uncle Harvey-64, with Trung-6. Specialties: BDSM

"Ah, yes," though Adam. "Harvey always did have a thing for abusing Asian boys."

He glanced in the window and saw Harvey, a 260lb older man lying naked on top of a bound 6-year-old Vietnamese boy. The boy was on his stomach over a wooden bondage bench with several ropes leading from metal rings set into the bench to leather restraints on the boy's wrists, ankles, and neck. The boy was screaming wildly through a large red rubber ball stuffed in his mouth, and Harvey was thrusting hard into the boy's brown ass.

Mounted around the room were various still cameras, taking pictures every 10 seconds of Trung's face, and 5 video cameras also provided a running story of the boy's rape. Harvey was heard muttering, "Yeah, take it, you little faggot. You slut, you know you love it." Every few thrusts Harvey would reach under Trung and pinch his little cock head, causing a high pitched squeal to burst past the rubber ball and Trung's eyes to fill with tears.

Adam knew Harvey would be in there for at least another two hours fucking and paddling the boy. Trung would need the night off after this.

Further down the hall, Adam came to room 3C. "Uncle Paul-66, Carl-2. Specialties: rubber bondage, plugs.

Glancing in, Adam saw Paul, a fit man wearing a rubber bondage hood as he took another long length of black rubber bandage from a cardboard spool and began wrapping it around a small black boy's body. Turning the boy around while wrapping him in the tight rubber left the boy looking like an over-inflated rubber doll. The bandages crisscrossed over the boy's butt cheeks, leaving the head of an inflatable dildo sticking out of Carl's ass exposed.

Attached to the dildo head was a rubber tube leading to a bulb pump. Paul sat back when he was done wrapping Carl and squeezed the bulb pump several times, inflating the dildo inside the 2-year-old's ass. When it was fully inflated, Paul picked up his little rubber doll, pulled the rubber plug out of Carl's mouth, and stuck his hard dick inside. Each thrust of his dick sent Paul's cock a little deeper into Carl's mouth. Adam watched as Carl wiggled around on Paul's cock and imagined the pressure inside the little boy's ass, pushing against his prostate. "The video will be great to watch later," thought Adam.

Moving on, Adam made his way to the last room on the left, 12D. Looking at the keypad, he saw it was Jeff-56, and Jamie-7. Specialties: heavy cbt.

"Oh, boy," thought Adam, "Jamie is not going to be in any condition for clients for at least 3 days." Sure enough, Jeff had hung Jamie upside down in the middle of the room by his ankles. A black leather cord tied around his genitals held them out from his body.

Jeff had a large leather belt in his hands and was whacking Jamie between his legs. Jamie was screaming his head off, and his blonde mop of hair hung damply from his head towards the floor. Every hard whack made Jamie shudder and sway back and forth. He was begging for Jeff to stop. I almost felt sorry for the boy until I remembered how much Jeff had paid for the use of him. It was going to be a long night for Jamie.

Adam wished he could stay longer and watch, but he had to get back to his office for a meeting with a new sponsor. One of the biggest money-makers for the company was the making and distributing of videos and picture sets of the boys being trained. A man well known in the pedo community was coming to the clinic for the first time to see about using our boys in his films. Adam knew this could bring in millions of tax-free dollars every year. He wanted to make sure anything this man needed was available to him.

Adam left the hallway through the security door and took his private elevator back up to his office. Fifteen minutes until the meeting…