1 - Paid off sex
“You’ve always had this…” Cole lights his cigarette, pausing and searching for better words, eyeing Austin’s lips. His eyes narrow as he takes a puff. Austin fires his ugliest stare towards Cole. “That scar. Always?”
The man’s broad shoulders rise as his hands grip the railing. “No,” he blurted, clasping the railing tighter as the other man’s hand jolted into his pants’ pocket.
“Heard you’re struggling,” Cole steps closer. His head tilts, staring deep into Austin’s rigid blue eyes. He blows smoke towards his aquiline nose, but is quickly toned down by the other man wiggling his hand to dust it off.
“You know nothing. Stop this charade.” Austin’s breath turns erratic; he can’t admit anything. He can’t stand the other man, let alone please him by giving in. “Fuck off.”
“Alright, we can fuck off,” he teases. “How much for an hour?”
The LED lights in the room cast pink over their bodies. Their lips touch, and Cole’s hand clasps Austin’s ass. He shoves the man into the door, harsh enough to slam it closed. It’s key twists in the hole as it locks. The grasp over his right muscle tightens, the grip over Cole’s shoulders turns to a pinch as they both grunt into each other’s mouth.
The smitten blues from the ambient CD player get to Austin’s mind, and his jeans tighten around the crotch. Cole’s hand slips towards his girth—tiptoeing to reach Austin’s neck and lips, he steps back with a loud pop trailing.
Cole’s hand hides between his hair strands, taking out the man bun and dragging his head back. He’s kissing his jaw as the man lets go of his shoulders. One of his hands slips to his crotch; his wrist gets caught in a deathly snatch. Now, with both of his hands tied between pale and slick fingers, all he can do is be patient.
Cole licks his neck, biting right on the saliva he left behind. Austin moans; he doesn’t even try to hold back anymore. He’s getting paid, and Cole is satisfied. In his mind, that alone will be enough to jam the loose ties they have around each other.
“Has no one taught you how to behave?” Cole’s question sparks debates. His hand sticks into Austin’s neck, and the man shakes his head. They’re lanes of sight intertwine. “When you’re with me, you do everything I say. And I want you to be quiet.” He then bites his neck again. “Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Austin gulps, wets his lips, and dares to take a peek at Cole’s pants. His torso blocks the view, and he would’ve pushed him to check the size.
“Rags off,” Cole orders, shoving Austin onto the bed by his shirt’s collar. His arm is stuck between the gap of his chin and chest, watching him tremble under his touch as he huffs and nods like a mindless guy.
Cole’s leg stiffens between Austin’s thighs. His knee’s teasingly close to his crotch. And Austin would’ve asked himself why he stays, yet that question vanishes entirely as the man’s perfume becomes oddly pleasant.
The soft materials rub against his exposed arms, rushing to take his shirt off. His blue eyes darted once more towards Cole—he’s as cold as ever.
Cole’s hand quickly draws a pocket knife. Austin’s eyes narrow, loudly breathing as his lips part. Biting onto the soft bottom tissue, he wanted to ask something, yet he remembers he isn’t allowed to. He made a vow for tonight, and only raspberry pies can break it.
His eyebrows furrow, and the tension between them rises. His blood boils. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
The dull side of the knife trails against his skin. From the chest, down to the bottom of his pant strap, stood a path of looming anxiety. And suddenly, the knife stopped right at the seams.
Austin frowns, staring at the knife slightly piercing through the material.
“You don’t like these pants. You complained to your boss about it,” Cole’s arm shifts from Austin’s neck. “Am I right?”
“You are, sir,” Austin promptly replies.
The pants disappear in a blink of an eye, ripped through the seam, and thrown away in a corner of the cubbyhole.
Austin’s face piques interest; an almost healed atrophic scar sliding across his face from the nostril to almost half of the chin with hydrated chops, splattered freckles, and “painted” brows.
And Cole can’t resist.
He has to at least fuck the heck out of Austin.
At least until he can’t walk anymore.
Until he begs for more and dies of pleasure.
His hand slips on his prominent jawline, analyzing everything he’s made out of.
And the heat steams him on low. He got used to the knife quickly—too quick than Cole desired.
“This isn’t scary, isn’t it?” Cole peeks at the weapon, shoving his hand deeper into his neck.
Austin bites his cheek. He pauses for one moment and doesn’t hesitate to reply. “No, sir.”
“Good, there’s something better I have.”
“A collar?” Austin almost gets pissed, but Cole hovers his hand over his mouth and slides two fingers in.
He gently strokes his cock, pushing the sperm stopper deeper—his moans muffled against his hand.
“Hush and suck, I need them slippery because you’re too tight.” And Austin obeys.
His tongue slithered against his skin. Then he sucked and nibbled on. Cole lit himself a cigarette. He burnt Austin’s thigh. And Austin gagged, immediately pulling his leg away. He laughed at the small bruise he provoked, grabbing the man’s hair as he lifted his chin to look at him. His lips slightly curved upwards, and his cheeks rose.
Cole pulled his fingers out. “A puff?” Austin nods, opening his mouth. And Cole smirks. “Too bad, you have to earn it. And I think you know darn well how.”
Austin stared at Cole with an unusual desire—he surprised himself. He nodded and knelt on the bed, facing his crotch. He raised his sight.
“I’m not unzipping for you,” Cole scoffed, showing him the cigarette once more and dragging another puff right after. “Time’s passing, doll.”
Austin rushed to unzip his pants. Cole’s hand tapped the ash away on Austin’s shoulder. He grunted, taking the strap of Cole’s underwear between his teeth. He pulled it off, staring at his junk. Yet quickly remembered what he wanted. He licked his shaft, looking up to him.
Cole’s hand slid between his hair strands, fingers clasping onto the skull. Austin opened his mouth and slid the tip in.
But Cole wanted more. He shoved himself halfway through. Austin’s groin already hurts. Half an hour had passed since they established what they look forward to and what they don’t. He has been erect since the start.
His hand almost slipped. He shifted his hands, grasping Cole’s thighs as he dragged his voice.
“I won’t hand you the cigarette until I cum,” Cole dragged out of it again.
One of Austin’s hands slipped on the other half of Cole’s junk, jerking it off as he sucked. Cole’s hand rested on his shoulder, slipping soft moans through his lips.
A door in the room that led towards the bathroom opened.
“Sorry, I took too much time… didn’t I?” His voice echoed through the room.
“We took some steps ahead,” Cole coughs, tapping his fingers from Austin’s scalp down to his shoulder. “But hello to you as well, Lucius.”
“A bit impatient, this guy.” Lucius’s hand lingered on Austin’s nape, down to his ass, spreading his muscles. “And tight. Is he a virgin?”
And Cole scoffs, arching his back. “No. And he’s proving himself right—he was a prostitute before coming to Silas’ pitiful team.”
Lucius shakes his head, rubbing his thumb against Austin’s hole. “Then, must we have proper fun? He’s on the wrong grounds either way.” His thumb slides in as Austin grunts. “How’d you fish him?”
“Underpaid worker. Give them a bit of money, and they’d do any shit for it.”
Lucius leans over. His lips brush against Austin’s earlobe—he takes a bite. “I have high expectations from a prostitute, bitch.”
Austin nods. “Good. Glad we’re on the same page. No slacking.” He nods again. “No matter what we do to you. You can say anything except the safe word, and we won’t stop.” He agrees again, staring at Cole’s hand patting his shoulder.
Cole takes a deep breath in. Lucius quickly caught the deal—he grasped Austin’s head and pulled Cole’s dick out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, doll. Not a man who keeps his word,” Cole mocked.
Austin’s nose wrinkled. Lucius quickly covered his mouth, slipping a pill between his teeth. “Aphrodisiacs,” Lucius whispers, watching the way Austin nods again as he’s taking a deep breath.
Cole put the cigarette between his lips, cleaning himself thoroughly. He bit his lip, staring at his manager. “Can I?” he whispered.
“No.” Lucius quickly turned him down.
Cole’s hands moved away from his crotch. “But it’ll hurt…” he mumbles.
Lucius rolled his eyes. “Shut up, pussy.” Cole softly growled.
He lubed Austin’s ass and smeared two of his fingers as Austin made himself comfortable on the bed. He spread his legs open, yet Lucius ignored him.
He approached Cole. “I have something for you.”
He bit his lip, watching his manager approach him.
As Lucius approaches Cole, Cole grasps his shirt’s collar and switches their position. Standing on top of his manager, he ripped his shirt as the button seams loosened.
“Cole?” Lucius stares at him as he whines his name.
“Hush it. I’m hard, it hurts.” Austin gets closer, staring at Lucius as well.
“You’re guilty of the same thing, Cole.” He quickly glances at him as he mumbles.
“Then cum in his mouth, he’s nothing but a dumpster now.” Cole smiled, taking off Austin’s sperm stopper.
Austin smiled, yet Lucius wiggled underneath Cole.
“You can’t gang up on…” Austin hushed him with his dick.
“Shut up, I need to cum…” he bites his lip, grasping Lucius’s tie off his neck.
He tied his wrists together, watching the man sucking with reluctance.
“He never sucked a dick in his life,” Cole mocks him.
“I can sense, I’m feeling his teeth.”
Cole hands Austin a cigarette, and they both light it up.
Lucius yelps—Austin takes a quick glance at his ass, smiling at Cole shoving himself in.
“You’re an ungrateful piece of shit, Lucius.” He thrusts twice as Austin touches his own nips. “You can’t even appreciate my efforts.” Lucius tries to slip his head away, but Austin grabs him and shoves himself deeper.
Cole thrusts deeper into him, touching his prostate. The room’s ambiance is replaced by the ending vinyl song with their moans.
“Too right?” Austin shakes his head. “What about the handcuffs?” He shakes his head again, grunting.
And Cole laughs, lighting himself a cigarette.
“You’re prettier when you don’t talk.” He takes a puff as his hand slides across Austin’s stomach, down to his crotch. “And you’re hotter when you’re naked.” His hand rushes into flicking a clamp.
The plaque lowers its height, and Austin yelps as his balls slightly squish. His back arches as the pain and pleasure strike his dick. Then, Cole’s sight shifts to Lucius.
“I’m sure you like it,” he mocks, approaching his manager.
His hands curl into a ball, and his soft moans incite Cole more. “You like it, don’t you?” Lucius’s words barely slip from his gagged mouth. The belts stop him from scooting closer to Cole. “I’m sure you would’ve beaten the fuck out of me if you had been free… I’d rather have you tied in a chair.”
He lights off his cigarette against Lucius’ neck.
