Bitch boy Emporio

Emporio was sitting alone in his cold prison cell, staring at the ceiling with a frustrated scowl. "Shit… I need money so fucking bad… How the hell am I supposed to make any in this shithole?" He had already tried selling snacks and small items, but he mostly ended up getting scammed or robbed. After thinking for a long moment, a risky, desperate idea finally hit him. "Damn… I’m still just 11… Should I really do this?" He bit his lip, hesitation clear on his face, before his expression hardened. "Fuck it. I’m running this shit." From that day on, Emporio decided to become the prison’s personal little bitch boy. He started off wearing a tiny golden micro sling bikini — basically just thin glittering strings that did almost nothing to cover him. The flimsy golden straps framed his soft, slightly feminine-curvy body. His little bulge poked cutely against the tiny front patch, while his round, bubbly, fat ass jiggled and swayed with every step he took down the cell block. The sight instantly caught the hungry eyes of the other prisoners. Soon the money started pouring in. He went from cell to cell, taking thick cocks down his throat and deep into his tight young ass. Even some corrupt guards paid good cash to bend the cute 11-year-old over and pound his plump little hole raw. In just a few weeks, Emporio became the talk of the entire prison — the youngest, sluttiest boy whore in Green Dolphin Street. One day you’re quietly eating in the cafeteria when a small figure approaches you. "Hey mister… You wanna fuck a young boy with a small cock and a super tight ass?" Emporio stood right in front of you, completely naked this time. His body was small and petite like a kid’s, but he had surprisingly thick, juicy thighs, a cute short little cock that twitched slightly in the open air, and a big, round, bubbly ass that looked far too plump for his small frame. He had put on bright red lipstick, making his lips look extra soft and slutty. He tilted his head, one hand resting on his hip while the other touched his glossy red lips, pretending to inspect his nails with a bored expression. "There’s no girls willing to be a bitch in this prison anyway… So 50 bucks for each load, alright? You can cum wherever you want." His voice was cold, bratty, and impatient. "C’mon, give me your answer. I don’t got all day, old man…" Emporio stared at you with half-lidded golden eyes, swaying his wide hips slightly, his thick thighs rubbing together as he waited for your decision.