High Society

Title: High Society (Pt. 1)
Pairing: None, at this point
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Warning(s)!: Unjustified smut! Desperate-sluttified!Casey, prostitution, heavy kinks to follow.
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Set during the Great Depression, there's an industry that's ALWAYS successful, and Casey's desperate.

The office was quiet, besides a large grandfather clock ticking off the time. Casey looked around, feeling nervous; this place brought in a lot of money, judging by the appearance of this room. It was small but richly decorated, with paintings all over one wall, a lit fireplace placed in the opposite side. The desk in front of him had various brass objects, from a fancy-looking pen to a letter opener. During a time of financial crisis, it was amazing to see any wealth at all. Casey trembled a little, even though it was comfortable and warm. His nerves were getting more and more frayed by the moment; if someone didn’t show up soon, his courage would dwindle down to nothing and he’d run, even if it meant another cold night spent on the streets.

Just as the clock chimed off the hour of two o’clock, the door opened and a man dressed in a pair of dark slacks and crisp white shirt walked in. Casey straightened and stared at him, hoping for the best. ‘I’ll beg if I have to,’ he thought.

The man sat down, glancing at Casey a few times as he jotted something down on a piece of paper. It seemed as if he was going to get into his usual business, until he finished writing and sat back in his seat to look directly at Casey. “What’s your name?”

“Casey… Connor,” Casey answered.

“I’m Mr. Stephen Harris, the master of the house,” he said. After another long look, he narrowed his eyes. “You’re not from around here--I can tell.”

“No. Ohio. I moved here a little just over a year ago,” Casey answered.

“Why?”

Casey didn’t like telling his story, but he figured he had to. “I had dreams of becoming a famous artist. I paint, and had gotten many compliments back home. I’ve since discovered that small town America looks to New York as the place where everything comes true, when really…” Casey paused and frowned. “Never mind buying supplies or food--I’ve been living on the streets for almost a week, and I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’re very well-spoken,” Stephen said. “And very pretty.”

Something rolled in Casey’s stomach, uncomfortably so. There was only one reason to call a boy ‘pretty’, at least to Casey. “Thank you,” he managed to reply.

“That’s on your side. How about your experience?”

“I…” Before Casey could come up with an answer, there was a small knock on the door.

“Come in,” Stephen called. A short, stout woman wearing an apron and bonnet then entered the room, carrying a tray. A plate of cakes, saucers, a teapot, sugar bowl, cream, and two teacups sat upon it. Casey was hopeful; the most he’d eaten today was a small bowl of soup and a slice of bread in the bread-line that morning. The small, yellow squares of cake looked delightful. “Thank you,” Stephen told the woman. She nodded to him, glanced at Casey and left the room. Stephen poured tea into the cups and looked at Casey. “How do you like your tea?”

“Oh--plenty of cream and sugar, I suppose. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

They settled in; as hoped, Casey was handed a plate holding two cakes and his tea. He tried eating it slowly, not wanting to look greedy and desperate. The vanilla flavoring eased his mind and body, relaxing him. Stephen set aside his own plate and teacup and scrutinized Casey further. “So. We were talking about your experience.”

Casey nodded a little and ignored his food to reply. “I’m afraid to say that… I have none in… this kind of work.”

Stephen narrowed his eyes. “None--at all? Kissed? Anything?” he asked. Casey shook his head and Stephen breathed in, long and deep. “How old are you?”

Worried, Casey stared into his lap. “Seventeen. I’ll be eighteen near the end of the month. I’m sure that counts against me.”

“A little. But like I’d said, you’re pretty--and if you did a good job of it, a pretty penny could come of it. Many of our clients desire virgins,” Stephen said. “Your first time is worth a lot.”

“Yes,” Casey softly replied.

“Do you know why?”

“I think so.”

“Why, then?”

The man wanted answers, an obvious test to see what Casey was willing to say--admit. Mustering up some courage, Casey looked up at Stephen and swallowed. “A friend of mine used to work for you… he’s since deceased…”

“Who?” Stephen asked.

“Martin Gamby.”

Stephen nodded slowly. “Yes. Tuberculosis. Very sad, that.”

“Yes.”

“How did you know him?”

“I met him when he was working the streets a year ago. It was right before he came here. He always said that--well, that I’d be perfect for a job like this,” Casey said. “He said that my innocence was expensive. ‘Angel-eyes’, he’d called me. He told me all about this place, how well he was treated.”

“So why didn’t you try to cash in on that earlier than now?” Stephen continued questioning him. With a sigh, Casey crinkled his brow and sighed.

“I haven’t been as desperate as I am now. I tried my best to make it, but I’ve nothing now. I sold whatever I had--my art, supplies, even clothing--for mere pennies. I’m willing…” he paused and gave Stephen his best hard look. “To do anything.”

Stephen made another pensive look, though a barely-visible, small smile formed. “I do need a new boy. Something new for my clients,” he said. He sat up straighter and let his eyes roam over Casey’s body. “I need you to bathe; I have a private bathroom.” He nodded behind him to a closed doorway. “You may use it this one time, so I can see how you look cleaned up, fresh. I will find you something to wear; if all goes well, perhaps I can put you to work as early as tonight.”

Casey brightened a little. He’d expected to be told to leave and come back, if he got any employment at all. “All right,” he said. It didn’t matter that Stephen eyed him with underlying desire… it almost felt good, at this point.


~*~


The nightshirt Casey slipped on over his body was soft, with a short hemline. It ended just above his knees, exposing his knees and calves. He wasn’t secure with this, as he’d never liked the way his legs looked. They were too thin and his feet turned inwards the littlest bit, but enough to notice when he walked. Hoping to divert attention from them to something more desirable, he unbuttoned the nightshirt at the top, leaving it open down to the start of his belly. With his hair damp and body prickling with goose-bumps, he exited he washroom and reentered Stephen’s office. He found the man waiting on his plush armchair, next to a long red-velvet couch. Stephen looked up and stared as Casey walked over.

“Even prettier, all cleaned-up,” he said. He rested his elbows on his thighs and nodded to the couch. “Sit down… there’s a glass of wine for you, to help you relax.”

Casey’s old friend had been right; the boys here were spoiled. Perhaps it was because they did much more than the common prostitute, but Casey understood this. He gladly took a seat and grabbed up the glass on the small table next to the couch. He found his first sip delightful, with a woody aftertaste. Glancing to Stephen, he saw how the man’s eyes watched him… stared at him. His thighs went warm; he stayed quiet and put the glass aside, awaiting whatever requests were to be made of him.

“Lift up the shirt, up to your chest,” Stephen said.

The boy nodded and brought up the hem in a slow slide. His groin came into view, showing off his half-hard cock. He was already getting excited, even if was more anxiety than want or desire. This was the first time he’d ever exposed himself to a man; he tried acting casual and cool, but his knees turned inwards on instinct.

“Spread your legs, please,” Stephen told him.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s all right. I find it sweet--so will the clients.”

Casey let a shaky sigh escape as he opened his thighs and leaned further onto the back of the couch. He tucked the rumpled fabric under his arms and pressed his shoulders back a little. With every deep breath he took, the hem grazed along his nipples, exciting him even more. It must have become obvious, as a pleased smile came across Stephen’s lips. “You have a nice cock. Long, nicely shaped. Plenty of hair, but we’ll take care of that.”

“I--have to be shaved?” Casey asked.

“That would leave it red and irritated, so no. A waxing does a much better job. That will come after tonight, as you will remain completely untouched until your first time,” Stephen explained.

Though the idea of having his most private place assaulted by hot wax had him feel a little queasy, he felt even more relief. Stephen didn’t intend on ‘breaking him in’ in any way, as Casey had expected. He just wanted to see, and Casey was fine with that at this point.

“Pet yourself a little; don’t grab or jerk, just a gentle hand,” Stephen said.

Casey nodded and without pause began stroking his cock. He made his palm brush in whispers over it; it didn’t matter that he was barely touching it, as he felt a fire build up in his insides. A moan shook in his throat and he closed his eyes. He bit his lip as he enjoyed himself, gnawing lightly.

“Tell me how good it feels, Casey--as if I were the one doing this to you.”

Casey sighed and cooed lightly. “It’s so good… I love being touched,” he said. “I’ve been--been wanting this for a long time.”

“Mmm, nice,” Stephen said. “We have private bedrooms for the one willing to spend a lot for a night of pleasure. But let’s say I don’t have much money, and I like being watched by others anyway. How would you feel, getting reamed in our 'fuck-parlor' with others around?”

This hadn’t been brought up. Casey had to pause and think it over… ‘You need a warm bed, security…’ “Let them watch,” Casey replied.

“How about two men, at the same time?”

“Yes,” Casey said, starting to feel a little mindless. “Yes.”

“Good,” Stephen said. “You can stop now; I want you to turn around and put your stomach to the back of the couch.”

Moving his hand away from his cock was hard, but Casey followed the directions given. His knees locked as they settled into the cushions. Soft velvet caressed Casey’s bare stomach and he leaned forward, knowing what Stephen wanted to see. His ass was the most important part of himself now, of course.

“Open your cheeks for me,” Stephen told him, and Casey did. Cool air found his pouting hole, making Casey hiss lightly under his breath. His chin dug into the edge of the couch, numerous swallows rolling down his throat. “So pretty, again. If it weren’t for you being a virgin, I’d have taken you myself.”

There was no answer Casey could come up with for this. The string of compliments coming from Stephen were reassuring. He heard Stephen clear his throat and stand up. “You’ll be staying with us, Casey. I think you’re going to be quite an asset for me,” he said. “Go ahead and cover yourself.”

Casey had to groan with relief. “Thank you, Sir.” He let the nightshirt fall and he turned around. Stephen was standing at his desk, leaning down to write again. After another sip of wine, Casey coughed into his hand and looked back to the man. “May I ask… something?”

“Go ahead,” Stephen said, distracted.

“When I’m with someone… in that way, in a private room or--will they be allowed to hurt me?” Casey asked. “Martin sometimes had bruises--some were hand-shaped.”

“He wasn’t as pretty as you are. You’ll be one of my gentle-boys. Those who pay to have you won’t be smacking you around…” Stephen paused, then glanced to Casey as he went on. “But they’ll be able to dirty you up, all they want. No limits there.”

Casey had figured on that, at least. He nodded slowly and looked down at his bare knees. “How should I act?” he asked next.

“Innocent, but curious--you want it,” Stephen replied. He stood up from his desk and crossed his arms. “Whoever buys time with you needs to feel special and that he’s the best you’ve ever had, even if it’s terrible. When you want to tell him no, you have to beg him for more. If it hurts, you need to love it. Tonight… well, tonight is the exception. The lucky man who gets your first time will want you to be in some pain, all to eventually bring you pleasure. That will be the only fuck for you, however; you’ll be in ‘playtime mode’ for the rest of the night, instead of having another go.”

“All right,” Casey said. Though he was still queasy and anxious, he was here--he was safe, warm and taken care of, now. He stood up and looked around, then down at himself. “Um… are these my clothes for tonight?”

Stephen smiled warmly. “No. We have clothes your size here--nice clothes. I’m afraid to say that I had my housekeeper do away with your old clothing. They were quite dirty.”

Casey’s heart skipped a beat; the shirt had been his father’s, the last thing he owned from the man. Though he felt tears pricking his eyes, he choked them down to nod. “That’s fine,” he said. It had to be. ‘You don’t want to have reminders of him around you anymore, anyway,’ he sadly thought.


~*~


After Casey was dressed in a lovely pair of dark cotton slacks, a white button-down shirt and shoes… new, wonderful shoes, Casey followed Stephen, who walked at a fast pace through the many hallways of Casey’s new workplace… or home. Both.

The first floor had the foyer, various sitting and social rooms and the main office, with the servants’ quarters at the way back. He couldn’t quite believe it when he saw two large, gruff-looking men sipping coffee in one of the rooms and was told that they were there for the boys’ ‘protection’.

The second floor held the private rooms; Casey had never seen anything so lavish and indulgent in his life. The beds were huge, while the Oriental rugs were thick and made Casey’s feet sink into them. Giant curtains on the windows, fireplaces, long couches…

And the third floor was where the boys’ bedrooms were; Casey felt his legs burn from walking up the many stairs, but he kept on, not wanting to look weak or winded. Stephen explained the rules as they went.

“The rooms are dormitory-style. You’ll be sharing one with another lad; ah, right here.” Stephen stopped at a door and opened it. Casey looked inside and found two beds and a large bureau. The walls were made of bricks, the floor being smooth, shiny wood with a large throw rug between the beds. A shelf lined with books and decorative items was on the right side of the room and artwork was hung on the walls, while the other side was blank. Everything looked clean, right down to the sheets and blankets. It comforted him a little; Martin had most certainly told the truth.

“I assume mine is on the left?” Casey asked. Stephen nodded.

“I have many boys working for me. This is the last bed to be filled, so you’re lucky.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Onto some more rules…” Stephen said, continuing down the hall. Casey again followed, this time getting to Stephen’s side. “A very important one is that there is no sexual relationships between the working-boys. You’re expected to service our patrons, and only the patrons. Understood?”

“Yes,” Casey replied.

“Good boy,” Stephen said; he motioned to the baskets set out in the hall by each door. “Your clothes and bed linens will be put in these hampers every three days. I don’t tolerate messy rooms or dirty clothing; I’m sure you won’t mind having a wash-lady taking care of your things.”

“Not at all.”

“The washroom is here.” The man walked up to large double-doors and opened them both. What lie within made Casey go slack-jawed. Stephen seemed to notice his expression and smiled wryly. “It IS quite nice.”

“Flush toilets?” Casey said with amazement. He walked over to one and let the chain dangle in his fingers. All he’d ever used was an outhouse. He looked to another row of three on the opposite wall and frowned. “What are those?”

“Bidets. They’re to be used everyday as well, especially after a customer when there’s no time to shower,” he said, waving a hand to the shower area. It was very basic--and public, no walls or curtains provided. “A shower will be taken every morning, no fussing about that.”

Casey couldn’t stop peering at a bidet, wondering how it worked. When he pulled its chain, he almost jumped. Water came from the inside and sprayed upwards. He understood now, and was still delightfully bewildered. “I’m not… used to these kinds of things.”

“It’s luxury, yes. You won’t find these just anywhere. Now, wash your hands and let’s move on to the dining room. Dinner should be ready by now.“

Casey’s belly rumbled at the idea of eating. If the bathroom was so luxurious, what would the meals consist of? After washing his hands with a sweet-smelling bar of soap and warm water, they continued down the hall to the stairs. “Breakfast is served late, as you’ll probably be kept up until very late at night. So a light meal at ten o’clock for that, lunch is at noon and dinner at six. You’re expected at the table at each meal, unless you’re ill. Work starts at eight o’clock p.m.; wine and hors d'oeuvres are served at nine in the common room, which you’re allowed to partake of--with some limits, of course, as it’s mainly for the customers,” Stephen explained. “We like to keep everything clean and healthy.”

They made their way to the bottom floor finally and walked towards the back. Casey saw another set of double-doors and swallowed. The boys were gathered inside… what would they think of him? Were they nice? Would they be nice to him? Casey was soon to find out, but another question nagged at him. “Sir?” he asked, pausing a moment.

“Yes?”

“Erm… well, I don’t want to sound rude or ungrateful, but…” he said in a small voice, then sighed. “Even with all of--this--do we get any money from the jobs we perform?”

Stephen smiled warmly. “A little--a small allowance on Fridays, just for you to get some extras. But most of the money funds your living expenses. It also depends on how much you pull in.”

“Yes, I understand,” Casey replied.

Without another word, Stephen opened the doors and stepped inside. It was as if the dining area had been soundproofed, as Casey now heard voices and laughter clear as day. He stepped inside with anxiety in his heart and belly.

“Excuse me, lads--but we have a new addition to our home,” Stephen announced. He took Casey’s shoulder and gently moved him closer to the large dining table. “This is Master Casey Connor. He will be working with you from now on.”

Casey tried to smile even though he felt like cringing. The seven young men were slowly sipping from glasses while staring at him as Stephen went on about showing Casey ‘courtesies’ and to give him a warm welcome. By the end of it, he asked everyone to say hello.

“Hello,” they all said in unison--all but one. Stephen raised his eyebrows and looked to the end of the table.

“Excuse me, Master Tyler… is there a problem?” he asked the dark-haired boy, who wore a blank expression. A few chuckles came from the boys as ‘Master Tyler’ cleared his throat and looked up at Casey.

“Hello,” he said in a gruff voice.

“Hello… Tyler,” Casey said, though he figured that it was his last name; he then nodded a little to everyone but remained quiet. He was then directed to an empty seat next to a very-tan young man. Casey realized that he had to be of Spanish descent, especially when he muttered something he couldn’t understand.

“Dinner will be coming out in just a moment. Make yourself comfortable, get to know your peers,” Stephen told him. “You’ll be just fine. See you tonight.”

“All right,” Casey meekly replied. With that, the man left and shut the door behind him. With the light of the hallway shut out, Casey enjoyed the faint glow of the fancy-looking lamps along the walls. Before he could get too comfortable, he looked around at all the others who were staring at him with strange smiles or inquisitive gazes. “H-Hello,” he said.

“Hi,” the blonde-haired boy across from him said. “Casey, huh?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Jamie.”

“Hello.”

“You say ‘hello’ a lot,” the young man next to Jamie said in a dry voice. Before Casey could find a reply, the doors at the other end of the room opened.

“Ah, yes!” one boy exclaimed, his utensils flying into his hands.

Everyone followed suit, satisfied murmurs swelling. Casey caught wonderful smells in the air and watched as platters were carried to the middle of the table.

“What’s for tonight, Alice?” Jamie asked the woman before she uncovered a bowl.

“Roast beef, baby carrots, fresh bread and mashed potatoes,” she answered.

Casey was ready to swoon. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had any kind of meat, never mind roast beef. With an eagerness, he leaned forward to where it was placed in the middle of the table. It was already sliced and ready for serving, but he didn’t know if it was up to him and the others to serve it up. The question was answered when the servants smiled, wished them to have a nice dinner and left.

“A’right, let’s tuck in,” the English-accented boy in front of the meat said.

“Me first!” someone cried.

“Danny, hush up,” the one who’d not greeted Casey told him with annoyance.

“I’m just hungry.”

“We ALL are,” English-boy said.

Plates were then picked up and passed, with each of the foods being placed on them by the ones closest to the bowls and platters. When the first plate was passed to Casey, he was tempted to start eating right away but knew he needed to let it go to the next person. He took comfort in being the next to take a plate, and when it arrived he came close to drooling all over himself.

“Mmm, more bread.”

Casey watched as the impatient boy at the end stood up and went to reach across the table. Tyler immediately slapped his hand and passed it to him with a dark look. “Manners much?”

“Ooh, Zeke, the Queen of Cordiality,” the boy teased.

Jamie and Zeke… two names. He didn’t know anyone else’s, so after a hearty bite of potatoes, Casey cleared his throat. “So… what are all of your names?” he asked

It went quiet for a moment, until Jamie smiled and began pointing around the table. “That’s Josie--”

“Jose,” the young man corrected with a dark glare, then said something else in Spanish. Jamie rolled his eyes.

“He doesn’t understand English, so you can say what you want around him… Noah, too. Right, Noah?” Jamie leaned towards the boy by Jose. He didn’t say anything; Jamie chuckled. “He’s deaf.”

“Oh,” Casey said in a mutter.

“This is Jimmy--”

“James. ‘Ello, Casey.”

“Hi.”

“He’s a picky Brit that no one likes,” Jamie said.

James glared. “Hey!”

“This is Henry.” Jamie pointed to the young man next to him, who lifted his eyes from his plate for only a moment then back down again. “And the two jerks at the end are Zeke and Danny.”

“Yea, Zeke didn’t mean to be a bitch. He just knows that he’s gotta share a room with someone now,” Danny called. “He’s been a spoiled brat since Martin bit the dust, getting a room to himself.”

“Danny, shut it. Don’t talk about Marty like that,” James said with warning.

Casey bit his lip. “Yea, I knew Martin,” he sadly said. “He was a friend of mine.”

“Good bloke,” James said, nodding. “Good bloke.”

A strange grunting came from the middle of the table. Casey saw that it was Noah, who was pointing enthusiastically at the bread basket. Henry rolled his eyes and handed it over. “Quiet down,” he said, making everyone snort. Casey blinked in confusion, however.

“Does he know sign language?” he asked.

“Yea, but we don’t,” Henry replied.

It was obvious that the boys liked to make fun of the unfortunate young man, as they chuckled heartily at Henry’s comment. While Casey didn’t want to show his disapproval for it, he didn’t want to say nothing. “Well… maybe it’d be nice to learn it. He’d probably really appreciate it.” A small silence followed; Casey knew that he was now being scrutinized and stared at once again. He settled back into his meal and went to take a bite…

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

Casey darted his eyes up towards where the voice had come from, and found Zeke wearing a small grin with his eyes narrowed. “Why--would you say that?”

“Yep, he is,” Henry said with a snort.

“How would you know? What did I say??” Casey asked, not bothering to hide the mix of nervousness and annoyance he felt.

Jamie sighed and leaned in with a soft smile. “You get jaded in this line of work, Casey. Pretty damned jaded; after a while, you just don’t give a fuck about hacking on someone,” he explained. “Anyway, we don’t take it too far. We’re snappy and throw some insults around, but we’re not monsters.”

“I never said you were…” Casey replied, but he gave up and stared at his plate. He began picking at his carrots, though his belly was both full and a bit queasy now.

“So, are you?” James asked.

“Yes,” Casey replied without pause. ‘Let ‘em know, whatever…’

“Ooh, Steve’s gonna be getting quite the wad with YOU,” Danny said. “’Wonder who’s gonna be reaming your virgin-ass tonight.”

“Harold?” James suggested.

“Mmm, no. He can’t put up the money for something like that, no matter how much he’d love it. He’ll be sticking to the old standard,” Danny said, looking to Jose. The Spanish boy didn’t react, obviously not understanding that he was being talked about.

“Or Noah. He likes the yelling.” Henry said while putting more potatoes on his plate.

“The yelling?” Casey asked.

“Mmhmm. The clients always have to get a private room when they choose Noah… he can’t hear his own voice, see, and can’t control it,” Henry told him. “He’s a specialty. Some customers get off on loud he gets, while some get spooked, so he can’t be used in the fuck-parlor.”

“Oh,” Casey said. There was something a bit sinister in Noah being used for strange pleasures, but he’d said enough tonight. Casey stayed quiet to finish his meal, then looked at the clock in the corner of the room. “When does supper end?”

Jamie glanced to the time as well. “Almost done; six-forty-five,” he said. “That gives us plenty of prep-time.”

“All right,” Casey replied.

The time soon arrived for everyone to put their utensils down and get up from the table. It was all chattering, some light teasing and laughter as they all headed to the third floor together. Casey smiled and made one or two worded comments, but he still felt like an outsider. He walked alongside Zeke; he wanted to get to know his roommate most of all, of course, to learn his style, habits, likes and dislikes.

“I promise I’ll be a good roommate. I keep things clean and tidy, if given the chance,” Casey told him, putting a small smile on his face. “Judging by the state of your side of the room, you like things orderly.”

“Mmhmm,” Zeke hummed his reply.

They all reached their respective rooms, with Casey taking quick notes on who roomed with who. Noah was with Jose, which was a safe assumption considering their lack of communication skills. Jamie roomed with Henry, leaving Danny and James together. Casey stepped into his and Zeke’s bedroom and was surprised to find clothes neatly piled on his bed. “Oh… look! Lovely,” he said.

“Yea, they give out some nice stuff.” Zeke nodded to the bureau. “I got the two top ones. Seniority and all.”

“No, that’s fine. Of course,” Casey said.

“Make sure you put it away nice. Stephen gets cranky if he sees wrinkles,” Zeke told him.

Casey nodded and began sorting through the clothing. One pair of slacks were made of a mix of cotton and velvet, so buttery and soft that he wondered if he could change into them for tonight. “Can I change my clothes?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Well… I think these pants are more suitable. My first time, and all.”

“I’d say your virgin-status is enough. Save ‘em for when you aren’t as special.”

The words struck a chord. “‘Not as special’, huh?” Casey said.

“Yea. Though I’m supposing that you’re gonna be the angel-face of the crowd. Those big blue eyes’ll hook you lots of customers. Good for you,” Zeke said with a hint of resentment. He glanced to Casey, who was wearing a blank expression and blinking fast. Zeke corner-smiled. “Sorry. I’m a bitter bastard and admit it freely.”

“Well, okay,” Casey said. “You don’t have to be. Anyway, I’m sure I won’t be treated like a prince--”

“Oh, you will. You will.” Zeke interrupted.

He was now straightening his clothes in the large mirror on the other side of the room by the door. Casey now noticed his outfit; the thick, black fabric of his trousers hung low, almost giving a peek of the start of his ass. His t-shirt was thin, which offered a slight glimpse of dark nipples. The young man was a perfect picture of a rent boy. Casey had to look away and clear his throat, finishing his sorting and putting-away. “So… how old are you?”

“Nineteen. I’ll be twenty next month,” Zeke said in a soft, distracted voice as he busied himself with his belt--it was too loose, more for decoration, Casey figured.

“I’m seventeen.”

“A barely-legal. And you’re sure you’ll be up for this kind of madness?” Zeke said. He turned to Casey, who’d gone silent and was staring at the floor. With a sigh, Zeke went on. “I won’t lie--it’s gonna be rough on you tonight. You’re gonna get some over-eager guy who’s got a hunger for deflowering a boy. The fucking is gonna be doled out hard.”

“Yes, I realize this,” Casey quickly replied. Feeling some defiance, he looked back to Zeke. “I don’t need to be made more nervous than I already am, thank you.”

“I’m just saying…” Zeke drifted off a moment, crossed his arms and sighed again. “We’re not contracted here. There’s no legality, because what we’re doing is il-legal. The courts would throw Stephen in a jailhouse… though he has to have some kind of protection with politicians. What the hell could most of them say? We get half of ‘em as customers,” Zeke explained. “But not ALL of them. So, if you can’t take tonight, know that you can get out of it.”

Casey had to chuckle wryly. “You just don’t want a roommate, that’s all.”

“Right.” Zeke rolled his eyes. “I don’t, but the happier Stephen is, the happier the REST of us are. The money you’re gonna pull in tonight? We’ll be having filet mignon as a treat on Sunday.”

“Uh huh,” Casey said in a hollow voice. Zeke then went to his bed, sat down and closed his eyes as he lit a cigarette, which made Casey curious. “Cigarettes… do you get them through Stephen or do we pay for them ourselves?”

“Buy ‘em ourselves.”

“That one smells nice.”

“Imports.”

Casey raised his eyebrows. “Those can get expensive, though.”

“Mmm… yea, but sometimes a customer leaves ‘em behind, or they’ll give you a small tip. Add it all together, and things can be pretty sweet,” Zeke explained. He then opened his eyes in slits to look at Casey. “The cigs aren’t a big deal--we ALL keep ‘em if the clients forget ‘em. They don’t care about that. But if they leave a billfold or gold cufflinks? You’d best give it to Stephen to hold onto for when they ask for it back, or you’ll be out on your ass before you can try to apologize.”

“Okay. I would’ve done that anyway.”

“Cos’ you’re an angel-boy.” Zeke sniffed and closed his eyes again. His voice went soft and monotone as he went on. “I always have some down-time before the doors open. Either stay real quiet, or leave the room… please,” he added the sort-of pleasantry at the end.

While Casey knew that it was his perfect right to tell him to stuff it, he nodded and stood up. “I’ll go see what the others are doing then. Um, before I go… may I have a cigarette? It’ll help.”

“Take two.”

Casey had to smile; it’d been a long time since he’d had a cigarette--a whole one anyway, as he got quick-fixes from stubs left behind on the streets every now and again. He took two of the brown-papered cigarettes from the pack. “Thank you.”

A throaty ‘mmm’ hummed through Zeke’s throat as the boy left him behind. The moment he was out the door he nearly ran into Danny and James, who seemed to be hanging around the door.

“Hey,” Danny said, looking amused.

“Hi--”

“You’re SO gonna get fucked tonight. Good god, we’re gonna hear you from the common room,” Danny interrupted. “More than Noah.”

“Oh, Danny. Crass as always.” James rolled his eyes, smiled and lit a cigarette of his own. He saw the one Casey shook up to his lips and reached over to light it for him. Casey noticed the bright silver gleam of the fancy-looking lighter. After getting smoke filled his lungs, surprised at the sweetness of it, he nodded towards James’ hand.

“That’s a very nice lighter.”

James waggled his eyebrows and twirled it in his fingers. “The clients give out some nice ‘tips’ sometimes, if they know ye and like ye.”

“Yes, Zeke said,” Casey replied.

“He should know. He sometimes gets a few bills slapped on his ass before the john takes off, with what he’ll put up with,” Danny said. With a sly smile, he leaned into Casey and said in a murmur, “He’s the whipping boy. Either that or the fuck-er, instead of the fuck-ee.”

“Oh,” was all Casey could say. “I didn’t notice… any bruises.”

“That’s because he’s had the last few days off. His last customer broke the rules.” James sighed with a note of sympathy.

“What… rule?” Casey asked.

“’Took a fist to the face. Bam!” Danny made a fist and mimed a punch to Casey’s nose. It made Casey flinch back and go wide-eyed. Danny chuckled. “I’ll bet you’re gonna be the ‘shy-sweet-boy’ around here. They won’t even get to piss on ya.”

“But they’ll be able to dirty you up, all they want. No limits there.” Casey recalled Stephen’s words. He’d not even thought of what kind of dirty he might have to put up with; he cringed. “They might, actually,” he said in a soft, insecure voice.

“Ooh! Not so clean, after all,” Danny said, chuckling heartily. James rolled his eyes again and shook his head Casey’s way.

“You might be able to get Stephen to exclude a few things. He’s fair ‘nough,” he said. “Only a few customers get to get off with their disgusting-jollies, but Steve’ll want you happy, methinks…”

“Pretty lil’ baby-boy, pretty lil’ baby-boy…” Danny chanted as he skipped towards the stairs.

“… And pay that lout no mind. He’s just jealous that you’re more gorgeous than he is,” James said, winking. “C’mon, let’s head downstairs and get ready. You can grab a talk with Stephen before eight comes ‘round.”

Casey nodded, took one last look to his and Zeke’s bedroom door and walked alongside Danny, hoping for the best.


~*~


It was now five-of-eight, and Casey couldn’t stop his fingers from trembling. This made Stephen approach him and help him straighten his collar. He wore a warm, calm smile. “You’re going to do fine tonight. I know you’re nervous, but do try to find some reassurance with the protections you’re given,” he said while nodding to Sam, one of the guards that stood by the locked front door.

“I’ll try. I just…” Casey drifted off; Stephen finished his fussing over Casey and raised his eyebrows.

“Yes?”

“I was talking to some of the others, and they mentioned… things they have to do sometimes,” Casey said. He needed to take another deep breath before going on. “You’d said that customers could ‘dirty me up’ all they want, and I understand, but… but they brought up the idea of--of…”

Stephen cocked an eyebrow. “Do you have a ‘limit’?”

“The pissing,” Casey blurted. “Or… worse. I just can’t…”

“All right. No worries, then. There aren’t many clients that want that anyway,” Stephen replied.

Feeling great relief, Casey had to smile just the tiniest bit. “Thank you, Sir.”

“It’s all right. Just know that, well--anything else is up for grabs. If someone DOES try to bend the rules and force certain things on you, there’s an extra protection… one I don’t let them know about.”

“What’s that?”

“When you go into the bedroom, there will be a chain hanging just next to the bedpost on the left side. It’s hidden enough to go unnoticed by those who don’t know about it,” the man explained. “We’ve only had a small handful of times that they’ve been needed, but if someone decides to take things too far, give it a pull. It connects to a bell system on the first and second floor. A guard usually patrols the upstairs so they could get to you quick, but even if they’re in the parlor area, they’re quite athletic and can run like the Dickens. The johns know very well not to give them any trouble.”

Though Casey’s nervous system was still in overdrive, the shaking in his extremities began to leave. He would be protected, safe, with promises. “Good. Thank you.”

Stephen smiled and patted Casey’s shoulder. “Now, only a few minutes left--off to the parlor with you. Remember, be coy, sweet and shy--not TOO shy. Just enough to get a few tongues wagging your way,” he said. Casey nodded, turned and went to walk down the hall. Before he could take two steps, a light smack landed on his backside. He swiveled on his heels and gaped at Stephen a moment. “I couldn’t help myself. Get used to it, boy,” he said with a wink.

Casey was surprised at his own giggle as they both went to the parlor. All of the boys were inside of it; they looked up at Casey, each one wearing various types of smiles. Some were soft and kind, like Jamie’s, while some had a slyness--like Danny’s, of course. Casey coughed into his hand and looked around. Where was he to sit? Should he sit, or stand by the bar area where Robert, the bartender, was cleaning glasses and Zeke was drinking something clear and fizzy? He was most intrigued by Zeke, so he chose to walk over to him. “What are you drinking?”

“Soda water with vanilla. You need to be over with the others,” Zeke said.

“But you’re all alone--”

“I’m supposed to be. Grab a drink if you have to then move along.”

Casey felt a little affronted, but he sighed and turned to Robert. “I guess… I’ll have the same as him.”

Robert nodded and began making the drink. Casey didn’t bother with pleasant conversation as he could see that Zeke was staring off into space, uninterested. When Robert handed Casey the glass and wished him luck, Casey gave Zeke a weak smile and sauntered over to the others. “Hey,” he greeted Henry and Danny. Henry glanced up to him and corner-smiled, then sank back into his seat.

“Ready for your popping?” he asked.

Danny chortled. “He’d better be… especially if Xavier drops in.”

Henry hissed and licked his lower lip. “Didn’t even think of that one.”

Of course, Casey had no idea what they were talking about. Before he could ask more about which customers were which or what he could expect, he heard the front door opening, loud voices and laughter following. Casey shot a look over to Stephen, who was standing by the doorway and looking out. The man smiled and reached out his hand, which was then filled by another.

“Hello, Stephen. Mighty cold out there tonight!”

“Well, you’re in for a nice warm-up.”

“As always.”

A large man with a curled-up moustache walked into the room; he wore a fine suit and a bright red cravat. While he wasn’t fat, he still had a good-sized gut with wide hips. He was followed by another man, who was the exact opposite; his tall, very-thin build stood out, along with his pale face which had spectacles perched upon his nose.

“That’s John and Clint,” Jamie hissed to Casey while nodding to each man respectively. “John ain’t his real name--we don’t even think he’s a queer,” Jamie went on, referring to the large one. “‘Just likes something raw and dirty… different.”

“He pretends he’s got money, but he can’t afford the private rooms. You’re probably safe from him, and you can praise the lord for that,” Danny added. “He’s a rough one.”

It didn’t matter who Casey ended up with, as anything was going to feel rough and strange. Jamie stirred his pink drink around before putting on a seductive smile and walked over.

“Hello, Clint,” he said to the man.

“Hello, hello,” Clint replied. He slid an arm around Jamie’s back to the side of his waist and held him. “How’s my favorite tart?”

“Mmm, gooood,” Jamie said in a smooth drawl.

“Even better that I’m here now, correct?”

Jamie answered with a sly smile and a kiss, which was long and deep. Casey looked away back to Danny, who had seemed to drop the maddening act he usually emoted for the same seductive poses against the arm of the couch he stood next to. Feeling stiff and very warm, Casey kept darting his eyes around the room. More men were walking in, each greeting Stephen with handshakes and friendly cuffs to the shoulders before walking in to survey the boys.

A sudden nudge grabbed Casey’s attention. He looked to Danny, who gave him an incredulous expression. “Intro-duce yourself,” he told him. ‘Introduce’? Casey was self-conscious enough, but he opened his mouth wide to call out to the customers; he didn’t get the chance as Danny slapped a hand over his mouth and chin. “Not like THAT, you dunce. Just walk around, let ‘em see you. Get their attention.”

After sending a dark look to Danny, Casey began taking small steps, keeping close to the couches and chairs that ran along the walls. He passed by Jose, who was stretched over the length of the red-velvet couch by the window, his arms over his head and a smile on his face. He didn’t acknowledge Casey as he went along his way. Seeing Noah who, unlike everyone else, sat on a leather seat and wore a blank and almost sad expression, made Casey want to sit by him--but that wasn’t his job. He needed to ‘mingle’.

Stephen was now approached by two men, who kept their eyes on Casey as they started a muttered conversation with the man. Casey watched as Stephen smiled and leaned in to speak with them. Others had started to take notice of him; Casey felt like shrinking back to Noah again, but he stopped walking and sipped his drink. It was chilled with ice, dousing the fire in his belly just the littlest bit. Just as the two men with Stephen stepped away with intent in their eyes, someone slid their hand to the small of Casey’s back. It was hard to keep himself from jumping; Casey turned to see a dark-haired, clean-shaven man with a nice, muscled body. He looked to be in his late-twenties, the youngest Casey had seen thus far.

“Hello, Pretty,” he said.

“H… Hello,” Casey replied.

“A new chocolate in the box, eh?” he said, then put his nose just under Casey’s ear. After a greedy sniff, he smiled and bent away while still holding Casey close to him. “Ah… I’d say you’re a vanilla crème.”

“I’m drinking vanilla,” Casey replied, knowing that a blush was creeping onto his cheeks.

“Aw, a blushy-boy,” the man said with a coo, then ran his fingers over one side of Casey’s face in light brushes. “So cute. Though you shouldn’t try to act TOO shy… I’ll bet you suck cock to the back of your throat just fine.”

Casey’s heart pounded; how he managed to smile was beyond him. “Actually… no. I’ve never.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“How old are you?” the man asked.

“Seventeen.”

“A virgin?” At Casey’s nod, the man’s eyes flared wide a moment and his grin grew even more. “Well, well… I know Stephen runs an honest business, so you can’t be lying.” He then took up Casey’s hand and kissed it. “My name is Calvin Jessup, but call me Cal.”

“All right,” Casey said. He now let his eyes wander from the man’s face, down to his middle and up again. Making sure to blink in wild wonder, he smiled for real. “Would you make my first time eventful?”

“Ooh, you don’t even know the half of--”

“Hello, boy.”

Casey turned to face the source of the voice; he found the two men that had been talking to Stephen standing in front of them. Cal’s expression went stiff, even dark.

“Dennis, Clark,” he said in monotone.

“Calvin. How are you?” Clark, a man with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and lips asked in a super-cordial voice, too much to be real.

“Just dandy, thank you.”

Dennis, looking to be a young mid-fifties gave Casey an appraising stare. “Stephen let us know all about the new trick of the house,” he said. “A virgin, eh?”

Nodding, Casey leaned a little into Cal. He couldn’t show off too much distaste, though he was more comfortable with the younger man. Casey still smiled their way and licked his lower lip. “It’s true, yes.”

“An expensive boy, but just about worth the price, I’d say,” Dennis said. He now smiled at Cal. “Did you bring your checkbook, or does your wife have it locked up to keep you from draining your life savings?”

“I have it,” Cal coldly replied. “And just enough to buy me a real treat. Picked up some good winnings at my poker game this past Wednesday.”

“Wow, that’s a first,” Clark said.

Dennis reached out to pet Casey’s hair. “It looks as if there might be an auction going on tonight, winner takes all.”

“What goes on here?” James now entered the scene. He stood next to Clark, using his hip to slide against him suggestively. Once settled at his side, he looked around with a sly grin. “Don’t tell me you’re going to get into a row over our new lil’ sweetheart. You might scare him away.”

Clark corner-smiled and put his arm around James’ shoulders to pull him in and kiss his temple. “You’re looking wonderful tonight, sweet thing,” Clark told him.

“Why, thank you… and your cologne, it’s very nice.” James ran his nose around Clark’s collar. “Is it new?”

“Mmm, yes. Picked it up at Saks just yesterday. Speaking of which…” Clark said. He dug into his pocket and drew out a small silver bracelet. “I’d missed your birthday on Wednesday.”

So this was where the lighter came from. Casey grinned as James cooed over his gift. “It was your birthday?” Casey asked. James nodded.

“Yes, my twenty-first. Oh Clark, you shouldn’t have.”

“And why not? There’s too much money lining my pockets to not share with my special boy,” Clark said. James kissed his cheek in a light peck then took his arm.

“Come on, now. Tell me all about your membership to that new, wonderful country-club you were telling me about.”

It was hard for Casey to keep himself from chuckling. The young man very obviously didn’t want to share his ‘benefactor’ with anyone else. Casey didn’t mind, as he still had two other men to deal with. When Dennis went to his other side, Casey looked between them. “So…”

“It looks as if the buffet is out,” Dennis said, motioning towards the food area where the servants were laying out the small feast. Even though Casey’s meal had left him full, the sights of fresh fruit, bread and other delicious items were tempting. Dennis smiled and took Casey’s arm. “Come, I’m famished.”

“All right,” Casey said. He turned to give Cal a smile. “Will you be joining us?”

“Of course,” Cal replied, then took his other arm--much to the chagrin of Dennis, who was tightening his jaw with distaste.

The next half an hour was spent talking with the two men, along with many others that approached Casey to introduce themselves. One of them, also going by the name John, decided to stick around. Now Dennis and Cal were ignoring each other to send John dark looks when he wasn’t looking. Casey spotted the large gold bracelet on his wrist, showing off his wealth; perhaps he had more money than Cal and Dennis put together, causing them to feel competitive and stiff. Casey still felt nervous, but it had turned into something else--a GOOD nervous, where he was starting to feel wanted, desired. Stephen passed by just as Cal decided to feed Casey a strawberry. Casey made a small show of it, letting his tongue dart out to taste the skin of the fruit before taking it into his mouth. He saw Stephen’s small smile--he was pleased. Casey was doing exactly what he was here for.

“Excuse me,” someone said from behind Cal. Casey looked over and smiled at Zeke, who was taking up a few pieces of honeydew to put on his plate.

“Hey there, Zeke. Having a good night?” he asked.

Zeke glanced to him and shrugged. “It’s all right. You’re having yourself a time, eh?”

“These boys won’t leave me alone,” he said with a girlish giggle.

“And you love it, don’t deny it,” John said, running a finger under his chin and up to his lips.

“Hmm,” was all Zeke said before walking back to the bar.

“Broody-butch boy,” John said in a mutter.

“Poor thing… so jealous of those that get more attention than him,” Cal said while kissing Casey’s cheek. He stayed there, making Casey flutter his lashes and moan lightly under his breath.

“He’s all right. He’s my new roommate,” Casey murmured.

“Ho, good luck with that. He’s a real downer, just standing around looking like he’s got bedbugs up his ass,” Dennis said, which made the other two men chuckle.

“Oh now, hush. He’s not as bad as all that--”

“This is getting boring. It’s time to let Stephen know that a private room is needed,” Dennis said.

“Oh… right now?” Casey asked with a small tremble in his voice.

“Way to scare the boy, Dennis. I’d say he needs some time with every-one before you try to drag him off,” Cal said, annoyance peaking in his voice.

“Why? I got to him first.”

“Erm, no--that was me.”

John chuckled, tipped his drink their way and walked off. He wasn’t in the mood to fight over one boy, apparently, now approaching Henry who was standing nearby. The young man had been watching the goings-on, wearing an amused look on his face. He walked off with John, however, leaving Casey with the two bickering men. “Hold on, now, hold on,” Casey said with a light chuckle. “How about you both go talk to Stephen. I’ve no idea what my price is, so…”

“Sounds good. Let’s go, friend,” Dennis said to Cal. He ran his hand down Casey’s arm to his hip, then made a small brush to his groin. Casey gasped and the man chuckled. “Not bad.”

Cal rolled his eyes and let the man walk off. Before going with him, he turned to Casey and cupped his face in his hands. “I’ll give you a wonderful night, just you wait and see,” he said before kissing Casey full on the lips. It was warm and soft, making Casey swoon a little. He wanted to wish him the best of luck, but didn’t want to show off any preferences just yet… though he would have chosen the younger man over Dennis any day.

Casey looked into his glass and found it empty. Another trip to the bar was in order. In walking over to it, he caught a glimpse of the lace-curtained room; there was definitely something going on, judging by the shadows and movement he saw through the fabric. He realized that Jose, Henry and James weren’t in the parlor and swallowed.

“Another vanilla?” Robert asked Casey once he was at the bar.

“Yes, please,” Casey said. Zeke was right there, of course; Casey cleared his throat and smiled at him. “Having a good night?”

“You asked that already,” Zeke replied.

“And you barely answered.”

Zeke turned to face him with a bored expression. “It’s slow… enough said.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just have to wait longer than everyone else, so--”

“Zeke, hello,” a man now arrived. He was short and stout, also wearing glasses. Zeke swiveled in his chair and put on a gorgeous smile.

“Abraham. How are things?” Zeke asked.

“Hah… hah, like I told you before, just… call me Abe.” Abe’s voice tittered lightly, showing off his insecurity.

Casey watched the exchange even though his drink was now in his hand. He ignored it in favor of staring at Zeke, who leaned back on the bar and was cocking an eyebrow at Abe in a coy but firm gesture. It was slightly hypnotizing; Zeke was smoother than the softest silk at the moment, his movements slow and calculating. Abe was blushing and glancing away every now and again, seeming to be completely taken by Zeke’s demeanor.

There was one split-second of Zeke looking past Abe, and he then turned to Casey. “Like I’d told you… you’re bringing in the dough tonight,” he said.

Casey followed his nod and saw Cal and Dennis talking with Stephen; it looked quite heated, the both of them leaning in with intense looks as they pleaded their case. Stephen looked slightly intimidated, smiling and holding up his hands. Both James and Danny were watching on over the shoulders of their chosen men, great interest in their faces. Casey was starting to feel like he was on trial.

“I… paid for the parlor room,” Abe told Zeke, nodding to the lace curtains. Zeke chuckled.

“Just say fuck-room, hon.”

“Well… fine, the fuck-room.”

“Let’s go, then.” Zeke stood up. When Abe was just out of earshot, he leaned down to Casey’s ear. “Don’t let ‘em get into shootouts over you. You’re cute, but not THAT cute.”

Casey had to chuckle. He watched them go past the curtain, allowing him to see the image of Henry lying on the floor, his legs open for one man, his mouth open for John. It shocked Casey back to the reality of his situation.

Would Stephen allow BOTH Cal and Dennis to have him tonight? Casey had been assured that there would be only one person that was allowed to have him for his first time, but if they offered enough money…

As if on cue, Cal was suddenly there at the bar. He stared ahead at the rows of glasses hanging, looking tense. Casey blinked fast. “Did you… um, win?”

“Come on now, pretty-one,” Dennis now arrived, showed off a key and gently took Casey’s arm. “I got the best room in the house for us.”

Casey looked to him and smiled shakily. “All right,” he said. Looking back to Cal, he sighed. “I’m… probably going to be coming back. To play.”

“We’ll see,” Cal replied in a soft, sad voice. He managed to give Casey a smile, but it faded as he turned to Robert. “Scotch on the rocks, please.”

With a chuckle, Dennis made to leave, taking Casey with him. “Sore loser, that one,” he said. “Can’t blame him, I suppose.”

“Woo-hoo!”

Casey turned his head quickly and saw Danny pointing their way. “Off he goes--BE GENTLE, DENNY!” he yelled. The other boys and customers chuckled, some clapping. If Casey didn’t feel like a spectacle before, he certainly did now.

“Quite the ‘bon voyage’,” Dennis said.

Smiling a little, Casey followed him up the stairs to the long hall of bedrooms. They reached a large doorway; Dennis put the key in its lock, turned it and opened the door wide. “After you,” he told Casey with a wink.

The shaking in Casey’s body started to return as he walked in. A lamp was turned on, illuminating the room and bathing it in light orange. It truly was the best room money could buy, judging by the golden silk sheets on the large four-poster bed, shiny gold wallpaper to match, a lit fireplace and high ceiling. The rug was soft, Casey feeling himself sink into it yet again.

“Stephen says that you’ve never done anything. I can hardly believe it,” Dennis said. He shut the door and went to stand in front of Casey. “Someone so pretty--how could anyone NOT want to take you?”

“I… just haven’t been in the position to be wanted, I suppose.” Casey bit his small smile.

“Oh, I know about ‘positions’, sweet boy. No worries on that,” Dennis said with a wink. He ran his hands up and down Casey’s arms and cooed. “You’re trembling.”

“Yes…”

“You’re not scared of me, are you?” the man asked.

“I… I don’t know,” Casey replied. “It’s--everything, I suppose.”

“Ah, everything.” Dennis then placed his hands to frame Casey’s face within them. His thumbs pressed along his temples, almost painfully so. All Casey could do was stare back at him, his breathing starting to come out in gasps.

“Please be good to me,” he said, his voice whimpering as he spoke. Dennis narrowed his eyes and bent down to press their lips together. Unlike Cal’s softness, this man started off hard, hisses escaping his nostrils to wash over Casey’s cheek. His hands rose up to grab Dennis’s wrists--not to pull him away, but to keep himself from falling back into a faint. He didn’t know what exactly to do, but he found himself feeling limp. Dennis seemed to like this, showing it with a deep, humming groan in his throat. He turned their bodies towards the bed, where he sat down upon it and pushed Casey’s shoulders to put his knees on the floor.

“Take me out. Suck me.”

So fast--Casey should have expected this, but he still shook with slight fear, and for a moment couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it. His chin was taken and was pulled up to face Dennis again. “Come on now, boy. I paid good, good money for that mouth and ass you have,” he said with an almost-growl. Casey nodded and dropped his eyes back down. Dennis was wearing suspenders under his coat; those went first, though Casey figured it wasn’t necessary. He went on, undoing the button and zipper of Dennis’ pants to reach past the opened waist of them and take up his rock-solid cock. While it wasn’t abnormally large, it still made him wonder how he could take it in--either way that Dennis wanted him to. Nevertheless, it was brought out into the open air. “That’s it, little boy. Put it in your pretty little mouth.”

Though he felt a note of revulsion from the musky scent coming from between the man’s legs, Casey put his hands on Dennis’ knees, moved forward and kissed the tip. It was smooth and slightly moist--not as bad as he thought it would be. It urged him on into opening his mouth and taking half of it in. Dennis moaned with pleasure and put his hand on the back of Casey’s head.

“Move, boy, move…” he said, grasping Casey’s hair to push him forward and back a few times. He wasn’t forcing it all the way inside, but Casey sucked air in and out of his nostrils hard to quell the gag he felt in his throat. He tried experimenting with a moan, and he found his throat relaxing with the action; it seemed to excite Dennis further. “G-Good boy. Good… god, that’s good,” the man said between heavy breaths. “Faster.”

Casey gripped Dennis’ knees, fisting the fabric of his pants to hold on tight. His head swam with every push Dennis was starting to make, feeling delirious and chilled all over. It seemed like forever before Dennis groaned and pulled away; his hold on Casey’s hair went stronger as he drew the boy back. “Lick your lips,” he ordered. Obeying this odd request, Casey ran his tongue around, making a slow wet slide around his parted lips. Dennis looked incredibly pleased. “I love a boy’s tongue,” he said just before he put his finger onto it. He shoved it inside, making Casey close his mouth around the digit. “So warm and wet. Accessible. How does it feel so far, Casey? How’s it feel to get defiled?”

The boy drew away and panted a moment. “I… don’t know.”

“Don’t know? Stand up. Strip off your clothes and let me see you.” Dennis pushed him back a little and let Casey rise to his feet. His knees were knocking--as they almost always did in just walking around, but it was hard getting them to stop to get his shoes and socks off. Casey then began undoing the buttons of his shirt, taking each one slowly. Even with his nerves firing off in all directions, he felt excitement swelling in his loins as he let it slide off of his chest and arms. Now half-nude, Casey undid his pants buttons and let them fall. No underthings were involved, of course, and he was left completely nude. Dennis clenched his jaw and stood with him. Looking directly into Casey’s eyes, he put a hand to the boy’s cock and grabbed it in full. While his hold wasn’t harsh, it still made Casey’s eyes unlock from Dennis’ to roll back and close. “No, you look at me, sweet-thing,” Dennis told him in a firm voice. The intimidating nature of it made Casey reopen them to gaze back, his hips pushing in and out slowly. Dennis tickled the underside of Casey’s balls and perineum with his stretched-out fingers, while the bottom of his palm pressed and rubbed against Casey’s swollen dick. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? A cock in your ass, it’s like a dream come true… isn’t it?”

Casey had to force a nod, knowing that giving an honest answer of, “No,” would turn off a customer. “Yes,” he said in a whisper.

“Play with your pretty, pink nipples while I rub you. Get ‘em nice and hard for me to suck on.”

As if he were a puppet, Casey brought his hands up to his chest and began pinching the nubs, making them tighten and turn a deeper shade of dark pink. Knowing that more lip-licking would please the man, his tongue emerged again to do just that. Casey panted and continued playing with himself, his hips now bucking in jerks against Dennis’ hold.

“That’s it. I’m gonna love sucking these things,” Dennis said, shoving one of Casey’s hands away to pluck at his nipple. Casey continued with the other, the combination of his touch with Dennis’ a stark contrast. It was starting to make him lose it, the newness of it overcoming his senses. He didn’t realize he was moaning until he heard Dennis chuckling. “Aren’t YOU a wanton little tramp? I think you’re enjoying it too much…”

Without warning, Casey was swiveled to the bed and pushed down upon it. He bounced twice and went wide-eyed as Dennis grabbed his ankles, turned his upper half towards the pillows and climbed on. He immediately latched onto the nub he’d been pinching, while he started rubbed his cock again in hard motions. It was starting to hurt a little, especially when the cuff of his shirt would catch on his skin--but Casey couldn’t deny the pleasure he was getting out of it. After a few more moments, Dennis sat up, took Casey’s wrists and pinned them down. “Even if you weren’t a virgin, I’d do you… just wouldn’t pay as much,” he said. “I should be able to take you home, own you--do what I like, for as much as I gave Stephen. Tell me you would’ve loved that.”

Imagining this happening on a daily basis with this man would be the farthest thing from ‘a dream come true’, but Casey forced himself to keep up the act. He shook out a breath and twisted a little--just enough to rub his cock up between Dennis’ legs. “Would you fuck me every day?” he asked.

“Of course I would. You wouldn’t even get to wear clothing…” Dennis leaned down and began licking Casey’s cheek to his ear. “You’d have your own little room where you’d stay all day. When I’d get home from the bank, oh… you’d be so grateful to be out. You would calling me ‘Master’, just like the little sex-slave you’d be.”

“S-Sex-slave?” Casey said, the words feeling like little daggers on his lips as he spoke them.

“Mmm, yea. All for me,” Dennis said. He then grunted, moved off of Casey and flipped him over. Hands went to the boy’s ass and began kneading the cheeks, hard enough that Casey didn’t doubt that there’d be bruises.

“I’m not… oh g-god…” Casey almost lost his train of thought when the man’s thumbs pressed towards his hole. “Not supposed to be m-marked.”

“Aw, really? Like Stephen didn’t disappoint me already, telling me that. Don’t start fussing and complaining,” Dennis said. “Put your ass up.”

Casey bowed his back upwards and pulled his knees under himself. It made him feel squashed already, and it was only going to get worse. Dennis reached to the table where a bottle of oil sat; he picked it up and sat back on his heels. “I’m just going to get this over with. This is all I’m here for, anyway,” he said, sounding callous and impatient.

“Be gentle, please…”

“Aw. It’s gonna hurt any which way you look at it, y’know… but I’ll try my best.”

It was a sort of taunting, Casey felt. He curled up, powerless and hoping that it would be over quickly. Something slick and wet fell on his back and slid to the crease of his ass--the oil, which was now getting rubbed over his entire backside. This went on for a full minute, with Dennis grunting in want. Finally, his fingers drifted to the hot center and began digging in, two at once. Casey threw his head up and slapped his hands out in front of him.

“It hurts!”

“Of course it does. Hush up… I’ll take care of you,” Dennis said, the softness in his voice returning.

“Oh… oh… oh god…” Casey chanted. His ass felt as if it was being torn apart, making him panic. “I’m n-not bl-bleeding, am I--”

“No, baby, no. I can tell--Jesus, I can tell.”

“Tell wh… what?”

“That you’ve never been fucked. I’m your first. The first for everything.” Dennis seemed to be mindless now as his fingers started shoving in and out faster. He let his body lay over Casey’s; the boy could feel the smile at his ear. “How’s that for you? You like that--letting a stranger touch and fondle you?”

“I…” Casey started. ‘Get this done and OVER with!’… “Put it in me, please.”

“In a rush, aren’t we?”

Even though the fingers had left his body, there wasn’t time for any relief before Casey felt Dennis position his cock and begin to enter him. He went slow, but Casey felt as if he was being gutted. “Ah-OW!”

“Relax.”

“I can’t--”

“You can,” Dennis said with insistence. “I feel you clenching. Keep that up and you’re going to squeeze my dick off--now relax. You’re going to be fine.”

Casey couldn’t help the tears that were forming in his eyes. Dennis truly was going slow, and he’d become a strained sort of sweet, but it didn’t matter. It was going to hurt, he’d known that from the moment he’d stepped into this place. In an attempt to find calm past the pain, Casey thought back to his schooldays; the one specific day that he realized he had a crush on his school’s quarterback. Isaac Jackson, with his gorgeous dark hair, sunshine-smile…

“Th-That’s it, baby-boy. You’re loosening RIGHT up,” Dennis said in a shaky voice. “Yea. Yea. That’s it.”

The man went quicker now; Casey’s body jerked in time with his thrusting. It went on like this, the slapping of their oiled skin and Dennis’ hands returning to Casey’s chest making the boy go into a trance. He was burning--in the throes of pain, with only a touch of pleasure every time Dennis hit one certain spot inside of him. Dennis wasn’t concentrating on it however, too busy getting himself off, and himself only. Finally, before Casey thought he was going to wretch and vomit, Dennis quickened the pace even more and began yelling. “OH! Fuck, fuck, yes, yes--YES,” he cried before Casey felt his insides and outside of his hole become drenched in the man’s come. Everything slowed to a stop, and Casey felt Dennis move out and away from him, panting out heavy breaths. Casey unlocked his knees and put his legs out, though the leftover pain had him clench--another mistake.

“Oh… my,” Dennis said. A puff of a chuckle escaped him, and he put his hand on the small of Casey’s back. “That was very nice, sweetheart.”

‘Don’t get sweet,’ Casey thought. He had to put aside his true feelings and deny the pain yet again, all to turn himself on his side and look at the man with a smile. “Was I all right?”

“Better than. A little shy and apprehensive, but… well, that’s to be expected. It was a perfect ‘first-time’, Casey.” Dennis patted Casey’s thigh and rubbed it. “Do you want to turn over…?”

No--not again. “I… don’t think I could go for another r-round,” Casey replied; his smile trembled, threatening to go away. Despite how he felt, he needed Dennis to walk away happy and thinking that he’d given Casey the best night of his life…

“No, I’d meant for you, silly-boy,” Dennis said. He eyed Casey’s limp cock and bit his lip, obviously hungry for something more. Casey forced a chuckle and shook his head.

“I’m all right. This was all for you,” Casey said.

“So sweet. You’re just… so… sweet,” Dennis said with halting speech. He bent down to kiss Casey’s forehead, drew away and began picking up his clothing. Casey watched with dead eyes as the man cleaned himself at the washbasin on the other side of the room, dress and set himself to rights. After he took a look in the mirror, he returned to the bed. It seemed that he couldn’t help another kiss, this time on Casey’s lips. It was soft and quick, thankfully. “The next time I take you up here… it’s your turn. All right?”

The ‘next time’ could translate into tomorrow, for all Casey knew. “All right,” he said.

“You’re going to be okay?”

“Yes,” Casey answered.

“Mmm… I can’t help it. Come up and get another kiss, sweetie,” Dennis said with a boyish grin.

Casey fought to lean up on his elbows, hoping that his smile showed embarrassment instead of looking forced, even though it was both. He finally lifted his side from the bed, pushed himself up on one wrist and put their lips together. This kiss was longer, deeper, though not very hard. If Casey hadn’t seen or heard what the man had done and said in the last half an hour, he would’ve seen this as romantic. Dennis made one last small push against Casey’s mouth, pulled away and put their foreheads together.

“I’ll see you downstairs, right?” he asked.

“Yes. After… a while, I need to clean up,” Casey replied.

“Good boy. I’ll be sure to let everyone know that you were worth the price.”

Casey’s stomach flip-flopped. He’d known that along with the money Dennis had paid came bragging rights, but it still made his skin prickle. He kept the sweet smile on until Dennis walked to the door, blew one last kiss then left the room. His face fell.

Was he going to cry? Did he want to? He suspected it would add to the pain, so he resorted to lying back down on the bed and swallowing, over and over. He stared at the flame’s patterns on the ceiling and the shadows it created. He was lost for a while until he caught the smell of sex. His lips and nose curled into a grimace. He needed a shower much more than tears.

Using all of his will, Casey hoisted himself up and shimmied to the end of the bed. Though his backside was sending shots of pain to his back in sitting, he couldn’t quite stand yet. He hunched over and took a few deep breaths. “You’re fine,” he said aloud, murmuring the words. When he felt ready, he made small jerks to stand. “Ow. Ow, ow…” he yelped. His skin tightened and stretched in all the wrong places. He was to play tonight? How would that be possible?

With a lack of hope, Casey looked behind him to the sheets, dreading the possible sight of his own blood. He was surprised to see only a small circle of pink from where he’d just been sitting; not the rivers of red he’d come to think of as normal for a boy after his virginity was taken. This he could expect and accept; perhaps Dennis HAD been an expert at this. It had just hurt, a lot… again, an expectation.

The weight of the situation piled up even more when he looked down at his rumpled clothing on the floor. It was sure to be wrinkled, and Casey didn’t actually want to put his body into them. His skin crawled with how dirty he felt. The showers were upstairs, however, and he’d need some-thing to cover himself up with. That was when he looked over to the door and found a small closet he’d not noticed. He went over and looked inside.

‘Good… good,’ he thought when he found a luxurious-looking, powder-blue bathrobe inside. He put it over himself quickly, tied the belt and went to the door. The moment he opened it, he jumped at the sound of strange, loud howling. His shock turned to worry, and he went to walk down to the source of the yelling.

“Eh, eh.” A voice came from behind. Casey whirled on his heels and winced.

“Ow…”

“How was it?” Zeke asked as he leaned on the wall. He wore an amused expression that Casey ignored in order to point down the hallway.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Noah. Remember? He’s just with a john, that’s all.”

“Oh…” Casey muttered, feeling stupid.

“How WAS it, Angel-face?” Zeke asked again. Casey returned to the question and bit his lip, hard. Zeke began chuckling. “That bad, huh? Dennis is a lousy lay--”

“Boy? Are you up here already?” someone called from the stairs. A man emerged and reached the top, turning to find the boys standing together in the hall. His smile was more like a sneer. “Got ahead of me. I don’t like that, Zekie-boy.”

Zeke’s chuckling was long-gone, now. “Sorry, Sir,” he said.

The man approached them; his eyes were now set on Casey. “Ah. The newly-deflowered trick. How’s that pretty ass of yours feel?” he asked. Casey went numb and curled his arms over himself, which seemed to amuse the man. “I don’t go for the inexperienced ones… but I like what they look like afterwards. And boy, do you look freshly-fucked with those big watery eyes and--”

“Come on now, Fred. Let’s go to our room,” Zeke interrupted; Fred gave him a look that screamed disapproval.

“Yes. Let’s,” he replied with a note of malice.

Casey watched a swallow roll down Zeke’s throat as the young man looked back to the hallway. He waited for Fred to get to him before continuing down; when Casey turned away from the two of them, he received a hard grab to his ass. “AH!” Casey cried out and turned around. Fred was laughing and shaking his head, saying nothing.

Were they all going to be like this? ‘Get to the showers… now.’ Casey thought. If he could have run to the third floor he would’ve, but the pain barely allowed the movements he made already. He didn’t want anyone to see his eyes filling as they were, finally. He managed to make it upstairs with grunts and groans with every step, thankful that no one witnessed the scene. Once at the third floor, he forced himself to jog into the washroom, where he tossed the robe on a small bench next to the wall, raced underneath a showerhead and turned the knobs.

It was all a haze, now. Casey could no longer dream of a football-star boyfriend taking his innocence. The fantasy was leaving his mind and being replaced with where he was, right now… under a shower, desperately trying to undo the damage that he’d sustained, the smell, the drying seed on his ass, whatever else made him feel dirty inside. He didn’t know how long he’d stood under the water, but it had to be quite a while as his head started spinning, and he found himself needing to sit down. While he wanted to drop right there on the tiled floor, he turned the water off, stepped out from the shower area and to a large cabinet. Inside were large, fluffy towels smelling of a fragrant soap. He grabbed two; one for his lower half, the other for his chest, shoulders and hair. After making slow steps to the bench, he reached it and let himself settle down onto the hard wood. It hurt, but again, standing wasn’t an option.

Nothing eased the tension in his gut, groin and behind. He made a cocoon of the towels and sat still, staring at the hard-wood flooring. He felt so alone… even if everyone hear had experienced this very exact thing, they were well-past that stage and were experienced enough to laugh at him. Casey figured he’d be hen-pecked for a while, teased, and it hurt. No matter how many times he’d told himself before coming here that this would happen, there was not one thing he could’ve done to truly prepare for it.

He almost didn’t hear the footsteps past the drip-drops of the shower, but when he did he almost jumped from his seat and he turned wide eyes to the doorway, where he found Noah, also in a robe, walking in. Casey blinked a few times at the boy and returned to his shell of towels.

“Ay.”

Casey closed his eyes and shook his head. Noah had to realize that he wasn’t in the mood to ‘socialize’, yet Casey saw his feet appear on the floor directly in front of him anyway. “Leave me alone,” he said.

“Ay…”

“Just leave me alone.” Casey frowned hard. The young man couldn’t hear him, of course. “Please,” he said anyway, more to hear his own voice than for Noah to miraculously regain his lost sense.

Noah then knelt down in front of him; his face was full of concern. Casey lifted his eyes up again to face him, when Noah brought up his hand. “Arre…” Two fingers crossed together… “Youu…” His pinky and thumb stretched away from each other, the rest folded down. “Oh…” A circle made of his fingers--Casey blinked more as he caught on. The next letter came with his fingers making a V, his thumb placed between them. “Gay?”

Casey couldn’t help a snort, but felt bad for making it. He’d obviously asked, “Are you okay?” not “Are you oh-gay?” That should have been clear, at this juncture. Deciding to answer him, Casey shrugged and shook his head.

“Not really.”

Perhaps Noah couldn’t read lips, as he looked confused--but he seemed to take in the head-shake and Casey’s posture into understanding. “Gud… zowah?”

“Huh?” Casey uttered. Noah grunted and pointed to the showers. “Oh. Yes.” Casey made a clear nod. “Good.”

Noah smiled a little then peered at Casey’s hand with curiosity. He held up a finger, basically saying, ‘Wait.’ Casey let the young man take up his hand and start making random contortions out of it. He watched each one as he formed them.

“Seeee… Ay… Ez… Eee… Wah-ai.”

“Oh…” Casey said. He looked up to see Noah pointed at him; Casey did the same. “Me? My name?”

Continuing on, Noah took up Casey’s hand again. “En… Ohh… Ay… Ay-sh.”

‘Noah’. Casey smiled a little. Perhaps Noah had felt his sympathies, or had seen him walking around the room and looking over at him the handful of times he had… perhaps Noah sympathized with him, as well. Casey stared at the lines of sweat going past Noah’s temples and sighed. How could HE ask if he was all right? He hadn’t memorized the signing in one shot. That’s when he looked up towards the other side of the room and saw the window, covered in a thick layer of mist. Casey pulled the towel around his waist to himself, shuffled and grunted to a stand then motioned Noah over and went to the glass. The young man smiled, seeming to understand what Casey was doing. Using his finger, Casey traced out words.

You ok?

Noah nodded and waved his hand, as if he was saying, ‘No problem at all.’ Casey was relieved for it after hearing the noises from before. Now Noah moved past Casey to the window.

I teach u?

“Teach me…?” Casey murmured. He then raised his eyebrows and turned to Noah; the boy chuckled his odd chuckle when Casey made crude gestures with his hands and fingers, then he nodded. Casey nodded with some enthusiasm. After another chuckle, Noah extended his hand; Casey took it and they made an exaggerated shake.

“Zowah,” Noah said after breaking away. He lifted his arm, sniffed and made a look of disgust, but smiled right afterwards. Casey chuckled and went to the door as Noah undressed and got under the water. Once he was redressed in his robe the towels were hung up on the racks provided, he exited the room, only to run directly into Stephen.

“Oh!”

“Oh--sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Stephen said. He put his hands on Casey’s shoulders and looked at him through the tops of his eyes. “Are you all right?”

“I… think so. I had a shower… the bidet…” Casey said, shrugging with embarrassment.

“Perfectly all right. I’d hoped you would have.” Stephen sighed and straightened. “Do you think you might come downstairs? There are some who are eager to see you.”

The pit in Casey’s stomach returned, just a little. “I won’t… have to--”

“Just play, Casey. It’s just play for the rest of the night,” Stephen said.

Casey calmed. “All right. Yes, I’ll be down after I dress.”

“Good. I’m very proud of you. I took the liberty of going into your room to make sure you had a special jar of cream, just to help ease the pain,” Stephen said. He walked with Casey to the bedroom door then squeezed his shoulder. “And here,” he said, reaching into his pocket. A bill was placed in Casey’s hand; when the boy saw the number five at the top, his eyes bugged out.

“But--five, how--”

“It’s a tiny, tiny fraction of what you brought in tonight, and WILL bring once you’re downstairs,” Stephen said. “That’s your fun-money for Sunday, when everyone takes a break. Enjoy it.”

Unable to help himself from smiling like a loon, Casey grasped the money in his hand. He still didn’t feel tip-top, not in the slightest, but this helped. He gave his thanks in large amounts, kissed Stephen on the cheek then went into the bedroom. Sure enough, a tub of skin-cream sat upon his bed. Before he used it and dressed himself, he knelt on the floor--still needing a pause every now and again to regain ease of movement--and reached underneath his bed to take up his bag filled with his only possessions; one paintbrush, a drawing pad with only four pages, two pencils and a coin-sack. He opened the little bag’s ties and slipped his money inside. The whole bag felt heavier when he went to put it back in its spot.

And Casey would cherish the glorious salve; after using it, he walked and moved around much easier, and the burning ceased immediately. ‘Maybe I’d be fine for another go…’ he thought, then giggled while muttering, “No, no, no…”


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