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Todays it was Till's birthday, the small gray-haired boy all giddy and excited holding his mother's hand to the Anakt Fair. A once a year opportunity, literally.
The scent of delicious caramelized sugar and fried dough curled the air like an invisible ribbon, wrapping itself around the excited murmurs and distant calls of cheap game stall vendors.
The small gray-haired boy, no older than six, clutched his mother’s hand tightly as they skipped through the bustling fairgrounds, his big teal eyes watching curiously the several prizes shops and stalls of sweet food like cotton candy, gummies and everything nice, his chubby index finger inside the warmth of his mouth.
"Mommy! Look! Cotton candy!" the small child chirped, his voice like a bird’s first song in the morning, bright and eager, looking back up at his mother with expectant eyes
Io, chuckled soft and kind like velvet. "You just had sweets, Tilly. You'll get a stomachache."
At that, the boy pouted but didin’t complain further, his attention was fully on the prize shelves lined behind glass displays, anyways. He let go of his mothers hand for one second, stopping in the middle of the busy gravel road of the fair, his eyes sparkling at a toy.
Till immediately ran towards it, his little legs running in putter patters like a little lamb. Arriving infront, he looked intensely at the toy behind the huge, glistening glass wall.
A large, black rabbit plush sat on the highest shelf, its ears drooping, a big lazy expression on its face that somehow made it seem even cuter.
Around its fluffy neck was a bright, silky red bow, neatly tied but slightly crooked, like someone had tried to fix it in a rush. A small tag was attached to its fuzzy tail, the name Ibanny printed in looping cursive.
The child's eyes were basically stars, his small hands and forehead pushing against the cool glass, blinking rapidly, his breath fogging up the clean window."Mommy, look! It looks so—"
"M..mommy?" Till mumbled, big doe eyes as he turned away from the toy, looking everywhere for a sign of short, gray hair. None. He started panicking.
He remembered what his mom told him, that if he was ever lost he should definitely try asking for an adult to help.
There was a lot of people around when he tried going back into the road, attempting to speak but the passerby's legs often hit him in the back of the head, ignoring the terrified child completely.
Eventually Till gave up, trembling and tears forming at the corner of his eyes. He sat on a small concrete step, which was slightly isolated. His small body trembled with his ugly hiccuping and sobs, trying not to cry as his mother had told him that big boys don’t cry.
Then, he felt a warmth next to him. He flicked his head, rubbing his damp eyes with balled fists.
A man was crouched beside him, his long legs bent to bring him to the boy’s level. He had short black hair as well as black eyes and a funny tooth on the corner of his mouth.
"Hey there, kid. Are you lost?" The man asked, smiling, his thin, slender eyes crinkling as he did so.
Till hesitated, although he had to ask for help, stranger danger was also something Io had taught him. He pursed his lips, fidgeting, his small fingers curling into fists against his bare thighs.
"I-uhm.. Yes, Sir.." The gray-haired child responded, voice and eyes low shyly.
The man hummed in understanding, tapping a finger against his chin, "I see, I see. Do you have your mothers number?" the raven cheerfully asked afterwards.
Till shook his head. She had tried many times to make him learn it, but he was always so stubborn each time. He regrets not knowing now, as he was extremely ashamed, his cheeks flushing red.
The man slowly got up, stretching a little under the curious but watchful gaze of Till. He smiled again, and on closer look, he looked a lot like the plushie the child saw in the glass window earlier.
"Well, i’ll help you find her, what about that? My phone is currently dead, but we can go to a help stand." The stranger chirped.
Till, again, hesitated. He didint seem so bad though, did he? He seemed nice, and looked alot like the Ibanny plush!
Till nodded, slowly getting up, dusting off some dirt on his but which stuck to the back his short as he sat. The tall man looked at him intently as he did that, and for some reasons, the child felt a sharp chill run though his veins.
On habit, Till grabbed the man's hand, just like he did with his mother. But as soon as his fingers curled around the warm palm, he flinched, realizing his mistake.
"Ah— I’m sorry sir!" he apologized, but as he tried snatching his hand away, the man wouldn’t let go.
This made the child pause again, looking at the black-haired man with a confused look.
"It’s fine. So you don’t get lost." he explained, cheeky snaggletooth jutting over his bottom lip.
It would feel rude, right? After all, the man was already being very kind to help him, plus he was older… and he definitely did not want to get lost again..
Till swallowed his doubts and nodded, his hand squeezed harder.
As they walked, the gray-haired child skipped steps like a hyper-energetic calf, without a thought in the world.
"So, what’s your name?" This man asked, Till looked up at him with big, wonder-filled eyes, pouting.
"Mommy told me not to give my name to strangers." He responded, more-so like repeating someone’s words than actually meaning it.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the fair around them—laughter, carnival music, the occasional shout of a game host.
The man frowned at that for a few seconds, before his calm and patient face came back.
"Ah, I see. Well, my name is Ivan." he said, lips curled into a smile.
The kid nodded, looking at the ground and his tiny feet as he walked. His name sounded almost exactly to the Ibanny plush! Then..it’s okay to say his name, right?
"Oh, uhm. Then my name is Till." he whispered, blush painting his pale cheeks. Ivan slowly nodded too, his steps calm and composed, inky-black hair strands shooing slightly in the warm breeze.
"That’s a very unique name. I like it alot." The raven answered sweetly, just as sweet as those cotton-candy cones Till noticed when he came here.
They continued walking, Till, although shy at first, now being the one blabbering and yapping about, telling Ivan about the plushie he saw, about how he wanted it so badly, about how he loved rabbits.
The older man simply listened, nodding and humming, answering sometimes if the questions were directed at him.
Even if the boy was distracted with talking, his brain was still on alert for some reasons. Why was the help center so far away?
Surely enough, he took a quick glance at a small, blue help center when he first arrived to the fair, and he’s sure it wasn’t the only one either... The route they took felt too…long, like a never ending mirror attraction.
Till’s stomach twisted.
He glanced up at Ivan, who still walked at an easy, steady pace, his smile calm.
Till swallowed and told himself that maybe Ivan just knew a better place. Yeah... maybe there was a bigger help stand somewhere.
They kept walking, slowly drifting further from the bright lights, the noisy games, the sugar-sweet air of the colorful fair.
The laughter and chatter faded behind them, quieter now. The path beneath Till’s feet changed from gravel to cold, smooth tiles. The air smelled different here—less like candy and more like damp stone and cleaning products.
Till blinked, his little brows furrowing in confusion.
Toilets?
He stared at the dull, off-white doors lined against the walls, each marked with a small, faded sign. This wasn’t a help stand.
"Uh… Mr Ivan?" His voice trembled, "Why are we going to the toilets?"
Ivan didn’t answer.
Instead, his he squeezed harder the child's palm.
Till let out a small squeak as he was suddenly yanked forward, his tiny shoes scuffing against the dirty, wet floor.
“I-Ivan?” he stammered, twisting in the man’s grasp, but Ivan’s fingers dug into his wrist like iron clamps.
The dark-colored turquoise door shut behind them with a dull thud.
This wasn’t the help stand.
He yelped like a startled fawn as the black-haired man pulled him inside an empty stall, forcing him to sit on the closed toilet lid. The cold porcelain seeped through Till's thighs, making him shiver, Ivan closing the door of the stall quickly after and locking it.
The silver-haired boy's chub, little hands clenched into fists around the edges of the toilet bowl, watching the taller man smile creepily back at him, the sharp snaggletooth seemingly glinting in mockery.
"I-I want my mommy," Till whimpered, his pupils darting away to search for an exit before his wide teal eyes locked onto the older man's face, hoping—begging—for some kind of reassurance. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe Ivan had just—
But the man’s face had changed.
His black eyes, once soft and kind, were pretty much unreadable now. The funny little snaggletooth that had made him look friendly before now felt… off. Like something sharp peeking from a the big bad wolf's mouth.
"Mr…?"
Ivan crouched in front of him quietly, leveling their height. The raven's pale, slim fingers slowly slid up and drummed against Till's exposed thigh, slipping under the light-blue denim hem of his shorts, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin which sent shivers like slimy caterpillars down the younger boy's fragile spine.
The older man didn't nor couldn't wait before curling his fingers and easily sliding off the child's bottoms, whom was practically frozen in place like a marble statue. He was too scared to move or say the wrong thing, mouth desperately opened but no sound came out apart from tiny squeals of supposed protest. Ivan's inky-black eyes locked onto Till's covered pussy, the boy's throat choking as Ivan began to rub him through the fabric of his panties.
Ivan easily slid off Till's little cartoon animal-themed panties, leaving his small and milky-white pussy exposed to the stagnant air of the bathrooms ad discarding them somewhere on the floor, the child holding back a sob which gargled inside his chewy esophagus. The black-haired man then turned his attention to himself, sliding off his own pants and boxers with a swift motion, his already hard cock swollen and beady with want.
A small wet mark on the inside of Ivan's boxers which darkened the area there caught Till's eye as he lowered them to his strong, milky thighs.
The older man then focused his attention back unto the trembling child Infront of him, thin finger sliding up the inside of Till's thighs, smirking as he probed and stretch the boy's delicate, cherry-pink folds, his nails slightly dipping inside the warm heat. Ivan's hands were rough yet gentle, his fingers scraping against Till's tight pussy as he tried to loosen it up and get him ready his already leaking cock, whispering sweet things into the child's red ear.
Till whimpered quietly as Ivan's bathed breath caressed his sensible ear, the raven's dick hard and throbbing as he impatiently worked to get the boy's cunt ready.
"It'll hurt only for a little bit, Tilly," Ivan purred, sweet and gooey like melted chocolate or honey.
The gray-haired boy felt a wave of intense nausea wash over him as he spat onto his fingers, using the saliva to lubricate Till's cunt. Till's eyes kept darting to the monster that was in-between Ivan's pants, huge and intimidating, its thick head poking out from the zipper.
Ivan's voice was low and soothing, "Shh, good boy, it's okay, just relax," he cooed, giving a quick peck to the younger boy's warm ear.
The younger boy's green eyes were blown out of proportion, his mouth open in a silent scream as Ivan grabbed ahold of his trembling thighs and spreading them with all the gentleness of sandpaper, guiding his cock to slowly pushed its way deeper into his tight, virgin pussy, the head rubbing and tearing around painfully the soft, wet folds.
Till's whimper turned into a high-pitched squeak when the older man's cockhead practically pierced him despite only the tip and a little more of it inside him, the pain making his vision blur and dizzy as if he was on a carnival ride. Ivan's hand immediately tighten and squeezed hard around his mouth to make him shut up, holding him in place as he leaned for his cock to dig inside the unprepared insides further.
"You're doing so good, Tilly," the raven moaned, his voice dripping with sickening sweetness and gentleness. "You're such a good boy, such a good boy." Till's response was a barely audible whimper like a hurt puppy through his teeth, his tiny canines biting his lower lip.
Ivan's cock pulsed with excitement feeling the gray-haired boy's puffy folds and insides trembling around his hard cock, stretching until it teared and bled. He leaned in closer again, making the younger boy almost cry out if it wasn't for the hand still constructing his mouth, his lips and snaggletooth brushing against Till's ear like a sharpened dagger.
"You like this, don't you? So fucking adorable." he mumbled, before starting to thrust his hips slowly back and forth inside the child, who in return felt as if he being torn apart slowly by the man's large cock fucking his cunt. Till's small, chubby thighs quivering uncontrollably around Ivan's covered waist, small amounts of sticky blood spitting out with each snap of the man's hips.
Once the black-haired man finally sped up his thrusts, the toilet under them shook and trembled silently as the younger boy's swollen pussy swallowed his hard cock to the hilt. Till's little legs kicked wildly, like a newborn baby calf trying to find its footing, as his pussy was practically abused. His tongue deliciously lolled out of his mouth, tongue slick with saliva, his teal eyes rolling back and making the small, chub child look like a bad porno actor.
Nonetheless, Ivan held him tightly, almost bending him in half on the toilet's pristine-white tank as he continued to fuck him with reckless abandon, the sharp sound of their flesh slapping together filled the air like crackling static, accompanied by Till's whimpers and Ivan's labored yet excited breathing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ivan finished inside the little boy's bleeding, puffy cunt, pushing his cock all the way to the hilt to fill up the boy with his gooey, white fluids. He let out a satisfied groan as he came, his body shivering with pleasure, his snaggletooth piercing his lower lip.
They stayed like this for a few seconds, the older man sucking in some oxygen in his lungs before slowly pulling out his now softened cock, a string of cum, blood, and other fluids stuck to the tip of his dick as Till moaned at the feeling of being suddenly empty.
Ivan leaned in and gently kissed Till's forehead. "You did so good, tilly," he cooed softly to the boy who was practically dead from exhaustion and pain. Till's eyes were still rolled back in his head, and his mouth hung open wide in an 'o'. He looked like a broken, porcelain doll, fragile yet discarded by its owner after being played with too roughly.
"I'll take care of you," Ivan whispered softly into Till's ear. These were the last words that the boy heard before his vision filled to the brim with black spots like spilled ink on a canva in his vision, before passing out from sheer exhaustion, his limbs completely giving up.