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The idea of creating the account, as dubious ideas always are, came from Toji.
His recent jobs weren't bringing in enough money to feed two mouths, and opening the refrigerator to find only a package of cheese and a half-empty bottle of milk had become a regular occurrence — much to his dismay.
Megumi was going to bed on an empty stomach almost every day, and the nutrients he managed to ingest were all thanks to school, when his friend Nobara brought enough snacks to share between the two of them.
Toji was perfectly aware that prolonging this situation was unsustainable, but he didn't know what else he could do to earn more money. Selling his body again was out of the question, and throwing himself headlong into gambling always seemed to take more than it gave him, because his intuition was never the best, no matter how many times he claimed to feel the answer in his balls.
Toji even considered writing a damn resume and handing it out door-to-door in his desperation — and of course he would lie on every single line — but then, like a blessing from heaven, he stumbled upon something that made him drop all that nonsense.
One night, he was in bed, showered, his fingers hovering over the waistband of his pants, casually scrolling through Twitter, looking for a video that would get him aroused. He was almost uninterested, actually; he masturbated more out of habit than any real horniness.
Then, he came across a video that made his cock start to harden.
The framing was poor, slightly crooked, but none of that mattered much compared to the content offered. In the video, you could see the silhouette of a boy with pink hair, buried deep inside a cock that was even thicker than his arms, moaning and crying like a whore with his tiny cock leaking into his stomach while a pair of tattooed, strong arms pulled him down, brutally fucking his greedy little hole.
Toji came so hard and so fast that he went black for a few moments, and when he finished, instead of simply wiping his fingers and calling it a day, he decided to let curiosity win and clicked on the boy's profile.
Such was his — pleasant— surprise when he read the profile bio: 15y. Account managed by my uncle.
And Toji realized that this was what would get them out of their funk. He needed to create one of these for his Megumi.
He wasn't going to lie; the boy was quite pretty, although Toji had never looked at him with eyes that weren't strictly paternal. But he was, admittedly, a good-looking boy — he had someone to take after, after all.
Megumi might be three years younger than the boy in the videos, but from the times Toji went into the bathroom to hand the boy a towel or when he brushed his teeth while Megumi showered, he caught glimpses of the pale, soft expanse of his skin; the protruding belly, the delicate shoulders, and the slightly plump thighs.
Toji knew that many men would pay a fortune to see the kid cry on a big cock, and, well, Toji had never been a model of a man of good character. His morals had long been stained by the countless crimes he had committed in exchange for a few coins, so he cared little if he burned in hell for exploiting his own son.
Work was work, after all, and he still needed to put food on the table at the end of the day, no matter what.
Therefore, that afternoon, as soon as he left work, Toji took a shortcut and went into a dollar store, the one with the deaf owner and the suspicious smell in the back.
He walked wearily down the aisles until he came across what he was looking for: a camera. Certainly, it couldn't be high quality, given the price, but the lens was intact, the film empty, and it would have to do. Toji couldn't afford much more than that.
He placed the camera on the counter next to some hard-earned coins and lost receipts he had in his pocket, and left with a mission brewing in his mind.
It should have been an expected outcome that, upon having the idea presented to him, Megumi refused.
Or rather: he made a scene and screamed until he couldn't anymore, planting his hands on Toji's chest to push him away, calling him a disgusting and filthy old man and yelling things like: "I'm your son, you're sick in the head!"
Then Toji, already fed up with the whole show and too old for all the shouting, decided to take matters into his own hands. He sighed heavily, said, “You’re the one making me do this,” and walked away with heavy steps to close the door, locking it.
It wasn’t as if he thought they would be interrupted. His wife had been dead since Megumi was born, and there wasn’t a living soul in the house besides the two of them. The purpose of the lock was so that Megumi would know there was nowhere to run. He was trapped there, with his dad, and he would have to accept the situation, or it would be worse for him.
Toji put the key in his pocket, grabbed the camera, and turned it on. It was already properly set up, as he had taken care of that on the way, and he positioned it in a strategic corner, framing the entire bed. He could hear the irregular scraping of Megumi's breathing in the background, the rustling of the sheets marking his progress on the bed, dragging himself backward to try to get away from his dad, but it was all useless.
There was nothing he could do.
"Stop being so fucking dramatic, Megumi. Just take off your clothes and let's get this over with."
Megumi's eyes were wide, his pupils so small that the green seemed to swallow everything, and the astonishment contained in his expression was the same that Toji saw in other men before taking their lives. Megumi was terrified. It was inconvenient.
"No-" Megumi's voice faltered. He seemed ashamed of this, then tried again after swallowing hard. "Don't come any closer, you sick bastard. Don't touch me.
“I thought I already told you that resisting won't help you much.
“I'm not going to agree to this! I don't even- y-you're my dad! You shouldn't ask me this!”
“It's precisely because I'm your dad that I want what's best for both of us.” He approached, stopping at the foot of the bed, and Megumi pulled his legs up, trembling. Still trying to escape like a scared cat. “Don't make this harder than it already is, Megumi. Come on, obey your dad.”
“I don't want to! Get out of my room!”
Well, he couldn't say that Toji hadn't tried to keep things friendly. In an agile movement, reinforced by years of hard physical work in countless areas, Toji stretched out and wrapped his hand around Megumi's slender ankles, pulling him forward with all his might.
The boy writhed tirelessly in his grip, trying to kick him, but there wasn't much he could do against such a large man. It was a waste of time.
Toji loosened his grip on Megumi's ankles to hold his wrists above his head, and used his fingers to unbutton his uniform shirt, button by button, all while Megumi continued trying to kick him, cursing him with every name under the sun.
It was a rather advanced vocabulary for a twelve year old boy — and almost a half, as he insisted on pointing out every single time — but there was no way to grow up with a man like Toji and not have a foul mouth. Toji never held his tongue, and he'd been swearing like a sailor since the boy was still in diapers. The boy learned to swear long before his first tooth fell out.
"Stay fucking put" Toji growled, putting enough force on Megumi's wrists to turn them purple. Megumi screamed in pain, angry tears welling in the corners of his eyes, but Toji ignored them.
He released the boy’s wrists again to rip the shirt off his head, stretching his dark hair, and then quickly reached for his shorts, tearing them off in one pull. Megumi was trying to hold back tears, his lips pressed into a trembling line as he avoided looking where his dad's hands were going, as if ashamed of his own nakedness.
Toji got rid of the boy's last piece of clothing, discarding it without a second thought, and it was when he focused a little lower, on the vulva that the boy insisted on squeezing with his legs while trying to hide, that Toji's indifference began to crumble.
He could see how tight Megumi was, realizing that he was indeed a virgin, and Toji didn't know why the discovery filled him with so much pride. His boy was saving himself. Very different from Toji, who was passed from hand to hand by filthy, older men when he was much younger than his son.
Ah, Megumi was so lucky. He really should stop being so ungrateful, when Toji could easily have followed his parents' example and sold the boy to a bunch of men, where he would be relentlessly raped for hours on end by old men with tiny penises and foul breath.
Instead, he only had Toji, and a camera. And he would be rewarded for it. Yeah, he really should stop complaining.
Toji resisted the urge to slip a finger inside his son's pussy, as he wanted to take things slowly, and decided that punishing him for the scandal he had caused was the best way to start.
So, he lifted the boy by the armpits, picking him up in his arms, and sat on the edge of the bed. Then, he laid Megumi across his legs, face down, with his body bent over and his ass facing upwards.
Megumi yelped, writhing again, but Toji held him in place with a firm grip on his back.
"Stop moving, you'll only end up hurting yourself," he scolded him, far more lenient than he should have been, and, with his right hand still spread between his shoulder blades, slid his left hand down until it hovered over the boy's plump, milky butt. "Start counting."
"Count what- ouch!"
Toji delivered a sharp slap to the left side of Megumi's bottom.
"I told you to count. We'll do up to ten."
"No, I don't wanna, Dad-"
Another slap, this time on the right side. The redness was already blooming in the pallor like blood on cotton.
"Neither of those two counted. Count, or we'll be here all night, and I don't think you'll be able to handle it."
Megumi let out a sob, gripping the hem of his dad’s pants, and Toji was already poised to strike again. This time, he put more force into the blow, and the slap echoed throughout the room.
Megumi trembled all over, but said, choked up:
“O-one."
A crooked smile stretched across Toji's lips.
"Good boy. Keep it up."
Another slap, and another, and another. Megumi's ass rippled with each blow, with reddish welts appearing on each side, and Megumi was he, his voice wavering and faltering as she pronounced each number, his legs tightly pressed together.
But Toji knew he was enjoying it, because he could feel the moisture running down his pants, and the muffled little whimpers escaping Megumi's mouth weren't as discreet as he thought. It was clear the boy would be a little slut who gets off on taking a good spanking, just like his mother was.
"Dad, a-ah, t-ten!" Megumi exclaimed as Toji delivered the tenth slap, much harder than the last. The boy's ass was now a purplish hue, beautifully marked by the impression of his dad's open hand on both sides. It was a work of art.
Wanting to reward the boy for his discipline, Toji massaged the irritated flesh with his palm. Megumi shuddered again, leaking even more onto Toji's pants, who considered buying him some ointment if the boy continued to behave so docilely.
“See how easy that was?” he asked, squeezing the soft flesh lightly between his fingers, just for his own pleasure. “It's over now.”
Megumi went limp in his hands.
“But it hurt…”
“You know you deserved it for disobeying me.”
Megumi grunted.
“I hate you”, he muttered.
Toji grinned, slapping his sensitive ass again just for the audacity. Megumi screamed.
“More respect for your old man, I was very lenient with you.”
Very wisely, Megumi kept his mouth shut after that.
The video was a success far beyond what Toji had expected.
The process of setting up the profile required Megumi's help, as the brat understood much more about technology than Toji ever did, and despite having a sour face the whole time, Megumi did it without complaining, abruptly pulling the phone away from his dad whenever Toji tried to peek at what he was doing.
"You don't understand shit, old man, get out!" he exclaimed.
Toji made the profile picture a photo that showed half of Megumi's face, with Toji’s thumb on the edge of his mouth, a trail of saliva running down his chin.
Being a very creative man, he didn't bother to actually think of a bio, copying word for word from the profile that inspired him in the first place: 12y, account managed by my dad.
In less than an hour after posting, the video reached the incredible milestone of 80,000 views. Several comments surfaced, declaring how much they also wanted to discipline the brat, others complaining about how Toji was being "light on the wrist" when Megumi deserved a much harsher spanking.
His inbox was flooded with requests, men with private profiles asking for videos and photos in exchange for money, calling Megumi a "very pretty boy" and promising to spoil him.
Toji showed some of the messages to his son, grinning, and Megumi turned green, immediately looking away. Toji just laughed, immensely pleased with how everything had turned out. He knew the content was in demand, but he never imagined the scale of it.
The boy had truly become a huge success.
Toji knew very well that, from then on, they would never have any more money problems, because Megumi was an inexhaustible goldmine and Toji was willing to exploit him until there was nothing left that could be sold.