Norrie was very sure that he never wanted to go back to Gerald’s apartment ever again. Unfortunately, however, circumstances were not in his favor.
The good news was that the pills he’d been given worked as advertised. His uncle’s fever had broken quickly, and he seemed to be improving steadily, day by day.
The bad news was that he was still heavily nauseous and having trouble keeping food down, and they were almost out of anything that was plain enough for him to eat. They’d had a few cans of clear broth and some packets of instant rice when the lockdown had gone into effect, but that was all and it was almost entirely depleted.
“I’m sorry,” Uncle David said from the bed during one of his rare moments of consciousness, his voice thin and exhausted. His hair was lank and matted, his eyes set into deep hollows in his skull. “You shouldn’t have to take care of me like this. I’m the adult, I’m the one who should be taking care of you.”
“It’s okay,” Norrie assured him. “I can handle it. I’m a big kid now.”
Uncle David gave him a weak smile, took his pill, and fell asleep again.
Norrie’s stomach clenched with worry. He would have to handle it. He had no choice.
Even if it meant going back to Gerald.
He stared at the man’s apartment door for a long time, working up the courage to knock. He definitely did not want a repeat of last time, but what were his other options? They needed supplies. No one else had answered any of the other doors he'd tried. Gerald had offered to trade again if he came back. He swallowed and lifted his small fist, rapping his knuckles against the peeling paint.
The door opened moments later. Gerald was exactly as Norrie remembered him, only wearing a slightly different shirt, still open as it had been the last time he’d visited. A sick grin spread across his face as he looked down to find the young boy standing diffidently in front of his door.
“Well well well,” he practically purred. “Look who’s back. Something else you need?”
Norrie nodded wordlessly, not meeting the man’s eyes. He felt Gerald’s hand on his shoulder as the man ushered him inside and shut the door behind him. “What is it this time?” he asked.
“Food,” said Norrie. “My uncle can only eat plain stuff while he’s sick, so I need some... some rice, or oatmeal, or something else simple...”
“Aww,” said Gerald with obviously false empathy, “poor little Norrie. Are you hungry? Willing to trade for it?”
Norrie continued to stare at the floor. “If I have to,” he admitted.
Gerald grinned and strode over to the couch that had been the site of Norrie’s previous humiliation. He sat himself down comfortably in the middle and rested his arms nonchalantly across the back. “Come here then,” he said, sounding pleased, “I’ll feed you. You suck me off and I’ll give you what you want.”
Norrie shuffled his way towards the couch, dreading what was about to happen to him now that he knew what to expect, but feeling trapped and unable to disobey. When he got close, Gerald lowered his arms long enough to unzip his fly and pull out his cock, already half hard. Then he sat back again, legs spread, and gestured between them.
“On your own time, Soldier,” he said with a sick grin.
Norrie came to stand between his legs as directed, then sank down to his knees so that he was at crotch height. Gerald scooted his hips slightly forward, towards the edge of the couch, to give him a better angle.
Norrie swallowed again and tentatively opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. As he got close, Gerald suddenly thrust his hips upward, poking the tip of his cock into Norrie’s mouth before he was ready and making him sputter. His grin widened as Norrie drew back, making a face.
Luckily, he didn’t do it a second time, choosing instead to simply relax and wait for Norrie to come to him. Norrie tried again, approaching slowly and cautiously, until his tongue finally pressed against the head of Gerald’s dick. The taste was unpleasantly metallic, but Norrie pushed through it, doing his best to lick the man’s penis all over as he’d been instructed last time.
Gerald sighed as Norrie worked at him, doing nothing to direct him one way or the other. Norrie was slightly at a loss, but did his best, licking every square inch of the head and shaft with dedication. Finally, uncertain what else to do, he put the head in his mouth and let it sit there.
“That’s right,” Gerald murmured. “Good slut. Now suck.”
Norrie obeyed, sucking on the fleshy head as though on a piece of candy. It wasn’t so bad at the moment, but he remembered last time how the man had forced him down onto the phallus, choking him. He didn’t want that to happen again.
Norrie swallowed the spit building up in his mouth and did his best to fit as much of the cock into him as he could, pushing down as far as he dared until he could feel it hit the top of his throat. He gagged slightly, forcing him to draw back, but then tried again, somewhat more successful on a second attempt.
“You learn fast,” Gerald chuckled. “Now up and down. Thrust it in and out of your little mouth-pussy.”
Norrie did as he was told, moving his mouth up and down on the shaft. Gerald allowed this for a minute or two before ordering, “Faster, slut!”
Norrie bobbed his head up and down, up and down, bracing his arms on either side of the man’s lap to give himself leverage. It was hard to be careful at this speed, and he still accidentally gagged himself occasionally, but at least Gerald allowed him to continue under his own control.
That is, until he got close. Norrie had no warning at all before Gerald grabbed his head with both hands, fingers gripping his hair tightly, and forced Norrie down all the way onto his cock, shoving it down his throat. He choked, but he barely had time to even register what was happening as Gerald thrust into his face once, twice, a third time and then snapped his hips up, balls clenching.
“Here’s your meal,” he grunted. “Swallow this up.” And then he was coming down Norrie’s throat, into his mouth, forcing the boy to drink up the bitter fluid. Norrie’s eyes widened as he was flooded with seed, the taste earthy and unpleasant, his head held in place so he had no choice but to swallow over and over or risk being drowned by it, gulping it down until his eyes watered and his throat burned.
When he finally finished pouring his seed into the boy, Gerald took a moment to lean back again with a sigh, clearly pleased with the encounter. He patted Norrie’s hair in a satisfied, condescending manner as he finally allowed the boy to draw back, coughing.
“Nice job, kid,” he said. He tucked himself away back into his pants and once again grinned down at Norrie. Norrie felt a bit sick, embarrassed by what he’d just done.
Then Gerald stood and grabbed Norrie’s arm, pulling him towards the door.
“H-huh?” Norrie stumbled, confused. “W-wait, where are we- what about the food?”
“Oh, that,” Gerald said casually, “I don’t have anything like that.”
Norrie felt like he was about to burst into tears. “W-what? But you said-!”
“Easy kid,” Gerald interrupted. “I don’t, but I know someone who does. Consider this a finder’s fee. I’ll take you to him now.”
There was little Norrie could do in any case, given Gerald’s iron grip on his arm. He kept up as best he could as Gerald dragged him back out into the hall and down the corridor among the sentinels of the closed doors on either side, all the way to the enclosed staircase at the end. Norrie tripped along after him down to the first floor and into the identical hallway there.
Gerald obviously knew exactly where he was going, and stopped in front of a particular door, knocking. A moment later it was opened by another man who looked skeptically at both of them.
This second man looked remarkably similar to Gerald, with a short, military haircut and square jaw. His hair was dark instead of Gerald’s light, and his face was a little more pinched, unamused. He was also dressed marginally neater. But he still gave off the same soldier-like air.
Gerald didn’t wait for the man to invite him in, but instead pushed forward, forcing the man to step aside. Gerald closed the door once he and Norrie were inside the apartment. Just like the other two that Norrie had seen, this apartment had an identical layout but rotated 180 degrees, although it was much more neatly organized and clean than Gerald’s was, and thankfully didn’t feature the same lewd posters.
Gerald yanked Norrie forward by the arm so that he was standing between them. “Norrie, this is my friend Jimmy,” he said. “You can call him Sir too. Jimmy, Norrie here needs some plain, simple food for his uncle, and he’s willing to make a very special trade for it.” He shoved Norrie another step forward. “Go on. Show him what you’re willing to trade. Not what we just did earlier; what you gave me for the medicine last time.”
Norrie understood what Gerald wanted him to do, although bile rose in his throat at the thought. Was he really about to...? But the situation had not changed. He still needed those supplies. Humiliated, Norrie lowered his eyes and turned around, bending over so his ass was pointed towards this new stranger. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw the man’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Seriously?” the man said skeptically. “Is this what you’re doing now, Gerald? Pimping out toddlers?”
“He’s old enough to be good at it,” Gerald protested. “You gonna turn down a desperate kid in need? He’s cool with it.” He glanced down at Norrie, who was now facing him, and smiled, showing his teeth. “Aren’t you, kid? Tell him all about what you need?”
“P-please,” Norrie said, hanging his head, “we need that food. If... if this is what you want...”
Gerald snorted. “So modest. You seemed plenty into it last time. To say nothing of this morning.”
Norrie scowled. Gerald had made him say all those stupid things. He hadn’t wanted it at all! But before he could protest, he felt a hand come to rest on his bottom, kneading the flesh thoughtfully through his pants.
“Well,” said Jimmy thoughtfully, “he certainly has the anatomy for it.”
“Juiciest little ass you’ve ever seen, right?” Gerald grinned. “Try it out. You won’t be disappointed.”
“Alright then,” Jimmy said, sounding thoughtful. “Show me the goods properly. Take off your clothes.”
As Norrie began to disrobe, Gerald started moving towards the bed. “You got lube in here?” he asked. “Or do I have to go upstairs and bring down mine?”
“Small cabinet by the bed,” Jimmy instructed, not taking his eyes off Norrie undressing. “Second shelf.”
Norrie finished undressing and bent over slightly once again, displaying his ass to Jimmy. He could feel his face burning red with embarrassment. He wanted to run for the door, but what would that accomplish? He still wouldn’t have the food he needed.
“Hands on your cheeks,” Jimmy ordered. “Spread ‘em open. Show me your hole.”
Humiliated, Norrie did as he was told, grabbing one of his butt cheeks in each hand and spreading them apart, displaying his asshole as instructed.
He felt one of Jimmy’s hands come down on the center of his back, keeping him bent over, and the other begin to inspect the tight pucker in his behind, a dry thumb rubbing firmly against his hole, inspecting it. He clenched his jaw shut.
“Cute,” the man said with a snort. Norrie heard Gerald’s footsteps return, and the snap of a plastic cap. “On your knees,” Jimmy ordered. “Head down, ass up.”
Norrie did as he was told, sinking down onto his knees on the carpet. He felt like crying. He only looked up as Gerald came to crouch in front of him.
“Now what do we say, slut?” the man asked. Norrie stared at him blankly until he continued, prompting, “Just like with me, remember? Men want to hear how enthusiastic you are about making a trade.”
Norrie swallowed. In a voice barely above a whisper he said, “Please fuck me Sir.”
Gerald grabbed his hair, tugging it warningly. “You can do better than that,” he cajoled.
“P-please stick your big cock in my hole!” Norrie tried again, louder. “And come deep inside me.”
Abruptly, a slick pressure appeared at his entrance. Norrie’s eyes widened. He cried out—unlike with the previous encounter, it was no slim finger that began to push inside him. Jimmy’s cock parted him slowly, huge, forcing its way inside without mercy. When it seemed like the sheer force of pressing into him would shove him forward on the carpet, the man grabbed one of Norrie’s arms in each hand, just below the elbow, and pulled them backwards to give himself leverage, wrenching them around in their sockets.
Norrie squealed as the thick phallus breached him, slowly but surely invading him and filling his tight passage. It felt enormous, and it hurt.
Jimmy didn’t drop his arms after he’d fully seated himself, and instead held onto them as he began to fuck Norrie, using them to wrench him backwards each time he thrust is cock hard into the boy’s ass. Norrie sobbed; it felt so big, and it plundered him relentlessly, spreading him wider and wider open with each slam home.
Norrie raised his eyes to see Gerald sitting on the couch, watching the performance with a satisfied look. When he met Norrie’s gaze he made a “go on” gesture with his hand. “Come on now,” he said cheerfully. “You love it, don’t you? Tell Jimmy here how good his cock feels inside you. It’s only polite, given the big favor he’s doing you.”
It was hard for Norrie to get any sounds out around the harsh and painful feeling of penetration, but he did his best. “It’s- it’s really good,” he sobbed. “I love the way it feels. Th-thank you Sir, for your cock!”
For his efforts he was rewarded by the slams redoubling in strength, wrenching him back onto the man’s dick painfully each time. His arms felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets.
“Damn,” he heard Gerald mutter, “that’s too pretty a sight to waste. I’m hard again already. Here, kid. Let me give you a little bonus.”
Before Norrie could ask what he meant or really even comprehend that something was happening, Gerald had come forward from the couch and knelt down in front of him. He barely had time to even see the man’s cock coming towards him before Gerald slid it once again into his mouth, forcing it all the way inside.
At least this way, Norrie didn’t have to try to say anything to them, he thought as the second cock began to fuck his face. He stayed silent except for the occasional helpless whimper as the men spit-roasted him, filling his holes generously with their cocks. All he could do was stay still and try to bear through it as the men thrust into him again and again with soft, wet squelches.
He wasn’t sure how long his first encounter with Gerald had taken, but this one definitely seemed to go on much longer. Jimmy seemed to have far more stamina than Gerald, enough that Gerald finished fucking him, coming once again into his mouth, and backed off for a breather before the other man had finished.
Jimmy kept fucking him and kept fucking him and kept fucking him for so long that Gerald even managed to get hard again and come back for a third helping of his mouth, slipping in between Norrie’s lips nonchalantly, as though he belonged there.
While Norrie was swallowing the third load of Gerald’s cum for the day, he finally, finally felt the balls of the man behind him begin to pulse. He could have sobbed with relief. Jimmy fucked him through the orgasm, each thrust another spasm of cum let loose inside him, filling up his ass with the man’s seed.
“Damn, you were right,” came Jimmy’s breathless voice from behind him. “That really was some great ass. You have a real future in this, kid.”
Tears trickled down Norrie’s face. He had nothing to say in response.
The two men left him lying naked on the carpet, full of their semen, as they puttered around the kitchen, grabbing supplies. By the time Norrie had recovered enough to even look up, it was to find a small plastic bag in front of his face filled with cans and small plastic packets.
“Some instant rice and oatmeal, some crackers,” Jimmy said. “And a can of chicken-noodle soup for you there.”
“See?” Gerald said, giving Norrie a friendly slap between the shoulderblades. “I told you. A solid trade. You keep giving good ass and head like that, I bet you could get anything you want from any man in this building.” He chuckled. “Assuming that you don’t want to just get plowed for the sake of it. You seem pretty enthusiastic about it.”
Norrie sniffled and hurried to dress himself.
“Here,” said Gerald, “I’ll help you carry the groceries upstairs.” He grabbed the bag from Jimmy and pushed Norrie in the direction of the door.
As they left, Jimmy called out from behind them, “Hey, if this damn lockdown keeps up, I’d be happy to have you come by and see me again.”
Gerald chuckled as the door closed behind them and he began to walk with Norrie back towards the stairs that led up to the second floor. “Another satisfied customer,” he joked, nudging Norrie. “Keep this up and you could start your own business.”
Norrie kept walking grimly, unsure what the future would hold, but terrified of the possibilities.