At the age of fifteen I let two much older men feed me their cocks for the price of, well you tell me if it was worth it, because it wasn't for money I owed.
They'd beaten up my older brother and were going to beat him some more. I told them if they left him alone, I'd make them feel good. With my brother bleeding, battered and bruised. And moaning from what we later learned were two broken ribs, I licked their balls and sucked their cocks in turn.
Both men took no more than five minutes to cum, and both men forced me to swallow their cum.
Helping my brother up from the garage floor, we moved out of the building and back into the rainy afternoon. My brother said thank you, as we struggled up the embankment and then told me I was never to do anyhting like it again.
It was only later on we learned who the men were, and was I glad I sucked their dicks dry. Lets just say you wouldn't have wanted to meet them on a dark night, or any time of the day really.
Both men had done serious time for extreme violence, and both men were I heard not long afterwards, going to teach my brother a very hard lesson for owing them money.
It actually took three more visits for them to call my brother debt paid. But then my brother never found out. One of the men isn't around anymore (Paying his respects to St peter, or Lucifer), but the one that is. Well he sometimes has me offer him a quick service. Mouth or my tight arsehole. His choice.