Whoring; snippet from the Ghost Story

Ghost Story bits; This one is back story for Jack Markham’s intended (My intention, Jack has no choice in the matter)
Warnings; well, you know the usual; graphic smut, original characters, mild humiliation, a bit of angst.
This one’s for Curt;

“Ow!” Darren whined. “Cmon, you’re hurting me!”

Billy growled ferociously, and wrenched at the arm he held, ignoring the gasp of pain. He twisted, and forced the miscreant to his knees. “You little fuck, you’re gonna be sorry you said that.”

“You’re mean!” he was accused.

“Look kid, you don’t know just how mean I can get.” He glared at his captive, who- despite the childish language- was a healthy man in his late fifties. Darren swayed before and below him, eyes already blank with lust. His lip was slightly swollen from the cuffing Billy had just dealt him. -That guy, Jack, with the long dark ponytail, looked up in the same way, taunting and pleading at the same time-

Billy ground his teeth, willing himself not to give in to the real rage he was feeling. He gripped the glossy hair, and shook the head gently, letting Darren fall further into his fantasy. “You better say you’re sorry.”

“You can’t make me.” Billy hoped Darren would not add ‘neener neener neener’; He didn’t know which he’d do- pound the man senseless or burst into hectic laughter. Either way he’d be out of a good gig. He reached down and clamped a hand under the chin, forestalling the event. Holding tight, he leaned further, closer, and swiped his tongue over the sweaty forehead. His victim made an inarticulate sound that Billy chose to interpret as protest.

“Say you’re sorry!’ He patted the man’s cheek; Darren reacted as if he’d been brutally hit.

“Ow, okay! I’m sorry, Billy, sorry!”

“That’s better,” Billy told him. “Now say you’re a little worm. Go on, say it.”

“I’m a worm…” Darren mumbled.

“Now say you wanna suck my dick.”

“No, I don’t- ow, ow, I wanna suck your dick, I wanna suck your dick!” Darren gabbled disjointedly, helpless in Billy’s grip. Billy grinned and took two steps forward, dragging the man’s face right up against him while he flipped open the buttons on his 501′s.

“Since you wanna, go ahead,” he snarled. “Suck my dick you little twerp. Pussy. Dork.”

Jack’s tongue lay against his lower lip. The corner of that mobile mouth quirked as, holding Billy’s eyes with his own, he leaned in dirty and slow, until Billy shook with the effort to stay still.

Billy groaned, and felt Darren’s throat convulse around his cock, as he began to spurt. He pulled away, spraying the man’s face with his jism. He took a moment to pant, and let the memory of that single incredible encounter recede from his mind. -please, God, just a little bit, I’m going crazy- His job wasn’t finished. “You little faggot,” he recited. Christ, when could he just get out of here?

“I’m not a fag!” Darren whined.

“You are too, I can prove it.” Billy pulled the man to his feet, and pushed him backwards against the fine walnut desk- transformed, in their minds, to a battered oak school desk. The man sprawled back, in a fine simulacrum of helplessness, legs akimbo, his erection tenting his expensive linen trousers. Billy undid them and pulled them down, while the older man squirmed. “Look, you’re getting all excited,” he sneered, pointing at the shaven balls and jutting cock. “You ain’t even grown any hair.”

“But I’m not gay!”

“Why’re you hard then?” Billy pushed the tanned legs apart. “If you ain’t gay, you wouldn’t get hard when I do… this…” He flicked a fingernail against the pulsing shaft, which had been hard for an hour already. “You’re getting a boner, you fag!”

Darren whimpered at this proof. Billy slid his hand down behind the man’s balls; “I bet you want me to play with your dick.”

“Leave me alone!”

You wouldn’t let me suck your dick if you weren’t gay.” Billy grabbed both of Darren’s hands, held them down against the wood and lapped around the roseate cockhead. Darren groaned and surged upwards. Billy pulled away again to say; “You love it and that proves you’re a fag.” He grabbed the latex glove from his back pocket, snapped it over his right hand, slapped his fist over the packet of lube to open it. He thrust one slicked finger into the man’s asshole, -and he saw his cock disappearing into heat and muscle and long legs tight against Billy’s waist- and sucked Darren down to the back of his throat, and did what he was paid for.

Darren stretched out, entirely at his ease, and laughed. “Damn, that was fun.” He grinned at Billy, and got up off of his desk, went to the bathroom and washed with the door open. Now that the play-acting was over, he was a well-moving man, perfectly comfortable in nothing but his button-down shirt. He pulled two Guinnesses out of a small cooler and handed one to Billy.

“You have a good imagination, that’s for sure,” Billy said carefully. For nearly a year now, the scenario had changed weekly, but the sex never varied. He actually liked the guy, which made it worse. At least Darren had no problem speaking about what he wanted; no mind-reading needed. Billy clinked bottles cheerfully and slugged most of the dark bitter brew in one go.

“I can’t stay too long, buddy,” he lied. “I need an early start tomorrow.” Darren nodded understandingly. “Let me give you taxi fare back, then,” he said as he did once every week. A folded bundle was pressed into the waiting hand.

“It’s always a pleasure seeing you, Billy,” the man said at the door. “can you stay for dinner next week? I’d love to cook for you.”

“Sure, sounds great,” Billy smiled. “See you later, Darren.”

Despite the two hundred and fifty dollars he’d just received, Billy waited ten minutes at the bus stop and rode the whole forty five minutes lost in thought. That guy, Jack. Try as he might, Billy could not imagine why he’d disappeared so quickly.

Nobody fucks like that without wanting more of the same. God knows I do.

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Totally aside from this, my neighbourhood is home to roving packs of Chihuahuas. They think they’re wolves. Rat-sized wolves, and when they start howling they sound like wolves huffing helium…

That is all.

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