[Kylevan]

My fear only doubled when I heard the sound of people talking or in some cases singing or shouting. I was indeed in Stanton, but I wasn’t on its notorious crime district. I was in fact at another district equally notorious for its prostitution. When I say prostitution, it doesn’t only include female sex workers, the industry also involves minors as well as male escorts for women, gays and curious males alike. The place was crowded with night clubs and brothels while a number of rundown motels dotted the outskirts.

If pedophiles ever happen to stumble on the place, it would be a perfect hunting ground for them to hunt for young fresh boys and girls. It was bad luck that I ended up being there. Very bad luck indeed.

I have heard of the place but never really set foot anywhere near it so I didn’t have a clue to its roads and alley's many twists and turns. Lost as I am, I couldn’t bring myself to ask for help. Not if the place is crowded with horny and disgusting predators overwhelmed with lust and screaming for sex. They could easily mistook me for an escort and end up being raped if I didn’t give in to their offer and satisfy their sexual needs. Or I might accidentally bump into some hoodlums and forced to give them my jacket, jeans and shoes. I knew the money that they could make from these things will gonna be a lot. If I lost the three remaining clothes I was wearing, I will end up completely naked. Exposing my body will be an invitation for sexual abuse.

Never in my whole life did I feel this much fear. All the ideas and possibilities that comes to my mind weren’t exactly to my favor. I could either end up injured, abused or dead. And to think that all of these only started from a stupid dare. I never imagined that this will get beyond my control. And every day that passes, the magnitude of the situation multiplies tenfold than the last. It would only be a matter of time when my luck will run out and I will get in a very serious trouble. And as I stepped away from the loud district of Stanton noisy with lust and smell strongly of sex, I was convinced that this was really the end.

If not for the consequences that I will suffer if I didn't do this task, I should be lying in my bed right now. I will be sleeping comfortably probably dreaming of something far from the actual situation that I was currently in.

The closest that I will have to experience these kind of experiences will be through nightmare. At least nightmares can be stopped. All I needed to do is to wake up and the nightmare will be gone. But simply waking up won't save me from the actual nightmare I was currently trapped in.

My fear only increased when I saw a boy probably younger than me by a year was bent over a garbage can. He was naked and both hands were tied behind his back as a burly man breeds his ass. Another man was busily fucking his mouth while the helpless boy gags and gasps for air. I was really shocked by the sight and didn't know what to do. Should I help and rescue the boy from the two horny beast fucking the lights out of him?

I was confused whether to help the boy or just leave him alone when I saw another shocking scene. Another boy slightly older than the one I saw earlier was also being fucked by an older man. The boy's face was pressed on the back wall of a brick building while the man forcefully fucks his ass from behind. I can literally hear the boy's screams as the man rams his dick inside the poor boy's anus.

Although the two scenes I was witnessing were hidden from the rest of Stanton's loud and wild flesh market, from the boy's screams I was sure that other people heard it as clearly as I could. I was surprised that no one even bothered to check what was going on if it was indeed a rape that was happening. Or someone could have just call someone with the authority to sort these things out, someone from the law enforcement agencies.

I couldn't decide if these boys were being raped, fucked against their will or if they were minor sex workers offering their flesh to whoever pays them money in exchange for giving a customer their required sexual pleasure.

Were they that desperate for money to let these merciless and horny men use and abuse them in the very humiliating way possible? And then I realized that I am no better than them because I let a stranger use me in every shameful way to satisfy his sexual fantasies.

Whatever these boys were, and the fact that no one from their own town even cared to help them, I realized that I didn't want to get involved. If their own people won't even bother to help them, why would someone from other town should help them? I was afraid that I may end up being raped by those men fucking them. If they ever saw me, I knew that they will fuck me too whether I let them or not.

I was shaking and couldn’t feel my legs as I retreated to the shadows and tried to grope my way through the dark. Being invisible is the only weapon that I could use in my present situation. Slowly, I stepped away from the flesh market into the protection of the shadows provided by the trees that leads to a forestry area.

I sighed and felt relieved when I successfully made it through the trees without getting seen. As I was about to walk away, a hand was quickly placed firmly on my mouth almost at the same time I felt a sharp cold object touched the skin on my neck. And to my great horror, a deep voice whispered in my ear, “Don’t move or I’ll swear I'm gonna cut your throat.”

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