My phone buzzed in my pocket as I sat in one of New York’s coffee shops. Recently, I’d been fired from my position in one of the many McDonalds in the city, and this forced me to reach out to one of my old contacts from a few years ago when I was in college. When I found out that I was a gay man, my parents disowned me and told me not to come home. Not knowing what to do, I started to hook up with people, and I managed to find someone who had a lot of money. His name was Logan, and he paid for many of my bills as long as I performed in ways that he liked. After getting fired, I immediately reached out to him for any possible help.
I checked my phone, and I saw a message from him. “Hey Avery, if you’re serious about needing a job of any kind, I have a client who may enjoy your presence in a physical manner. Door is on the third floor of our usual hotel. Same room too.”
I immediately started to respond, typing quickly. I didn’t want to leave him hanging. I especially didn’t want to give him time to reconsider, so I said, “Absolutely! I am serious, what do I need to do/ Where can I meet him?”
“If you go to the Stewart Flower Shop, he’ll be waiting outside.”
“Got it!” I smiled as I texted him, but I did feel a bit queasy at the prospect of selling myself out again to get by. But, it was something that I had to do to survive. I stood up from my seat in the coffee shop, and I quickly looked myself over.
I was already dressed up a bit from an interview earlier that day, wearing a nice brown dress shirt, a red scarf, and black slacks. My hair was still combed, although I’d undone most of my work earlier this morning by anxiously fidgeting with it.
I put the address for the flower shop into Google maps, and I started walking off toward the shop. Logan followed up his texts by telling me that the man was going to arrive around 3 PM. It was only 1 PM, but I left to try and get there early. Logan also mentioned that he will have a black suitcase with him, and he will also have a black handkerchief.
The walk over to the flower shop was pleasant, but the air today was a bit cold, making my skin turn a bit pinkish in response. The flowers were a mix of all different kinds. Some were red, some were blue, some were orange, and they all were beautiful.
There were a few wooden tables set up near the outside of the shop, and there were men and women walking about, some sitting down at the tables and enjoying a coffee while looking at the arrangement of flowers. I sat down at one of the wooden tables, and I glanced around. I blinked after seeing a fit man with a black suitcase, and I checked the time on my phone.
It was only 1:30 in the afternoon. He shouldn’t be here yet, but he looked exactly like the person I was told about in terms of the suitcase. He wore a black coat, a white dress shrit, and black slacks. While the coat hid most of it, I could tell just by looking at him that he hit the gym quite often.
Then, I saw him sneeze and take out a black handkerchief to wipe his nose. I hesitated for a moment, and I shrugged. Perhaps he just arrived early? Whatever, at least Logan would be happy that I finished this job early. Plus, he was very handsome. Handsomer than I thought he would be. I stood up from my table, and I approached him as he went through the rose section of the flower shop.
“Hey,” I said, touching him softly on the shoulder. He jumped a little bit from my touch, and he glanced at me.
“What do you want?” He asked. I scratched the back of my head nervously, trying to make him feel more comfortable.
“I noticed that you have a black suitcase.”
“Okay. That’s amazing. I’m glad you can see.” He paused and purchased one of the bouquets of roses. Then he turned back to me.
“I-I was just saying…you also have a black handkerchief.”
“I have to go.” Damn, this guy was a good actor. He really seemed like he didn’t know who I was, and what I looked like. I tried to shrug it off, and I grabbed his arm, trying to tell him what I was trying to do. He looked at me in surprise, and he looked at my hand for a moment. He didn’t say anything for what felt like forever.
I leaned in, and I whispered into his ear. “Can’t we go somewhere…private?”
He straightened up, and he pushed me away, keeping his hand on my chest. He looked at me in confusion, but he nodded after a moment. “I know the place. Come with me.” His hand dropped from my chest to my own hand, interlocking his fingers with mine harshly.
“Actually, there's a hotel across the street.” I said hastily. He smirked at me.
"Alright, fine." We started approaching the crosswalk, and the two of us crossed the street together after waiting for the light to change. His fingers dug into mine as we walked, his grip as tight as iron. I didn’t mind. Some men just had a level of touch that they enjoyed that was rougher than other men.
I glanced up at him as we walked toward the hotel. He didn’t say anything as we walked. I shrugged it off again, and we steadily approached the hotel, moving quickly toward the hotel entrance. He let go of my wrist as we stepped into the lobby.
“Can you sit down on one of those chairs? I need to make a quick call.” He pointed at the hotel lobby’s lounge chairs. I nodded, and I strode off by myself, sitting down in one of the chairs. It was surprisingly comfortable. I watched as the client made his call, gazing at his arms. He looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym.
After a few minutes, he came over to me, and he extended a hand. I took it, and he helped me back to my feet, holding my hand tightly. The two of us approached the hotel’s elevator, and we went up to the third floor. We walked through the hall together, and we neared the room.
His hand loosened around mine as we arrived, and I nudged open the door. I stepped inside, looking around the room. There was only one bed, and it was dark inside. I hit the light switch, and I turned to face him.
Before I could react, I saw him swing his fist directly at my head, and everything went black. I collapsed onto the ground, and I heard multiple men rush into the room. I was carried off the floor onto the bed nearby, and I winced as I felt a belt wrap around my hands, securing them tightly behind my back.
I felt two pairs of hands grab my shoulders, and a hand tilted my chin up, forcing me to look upward at someone. At the client. I glanced to my left and my right, and I saw a man on either side. The men wore black suits and black ties. The client’s grip tightened on my chin, and I looked up at him once more, fear running rampant through my body. What was he thinking? He knew that I was hired! He–
“What’s your name,” the client said. His tone demanded an answer, but he kept his voice level. His fingers dug into my skin as I tried in vain to shrink away, his men holding me in place.
“Avery…w-why are you doing this? I-I thought you hired me.” I quivered in fear as he brought his face close, staring me right in the eyes.
“That’s bullshit. You wanted to do something else. Right. You wanted to frame me or blackmail me in some way. There’s cameras in this room, aren’t there.”
“No, I swear I didn’t mean to come across like that!” The belt dug into my wrists as I struggled, and I teared up as he slapped me, sending my face crashing into one of his men’s chests. They moved me back into place.
“You’re just a dirty slut. Who are you working for?” He asked, holding part of my shirt. I shivered as he stared at me in anger.
“I’m just a rentboy. That’s it.”
“Bullshit!” He raised his hand to slap me again, and I braced myself in anticipation.
“You can call my employer! There aren’t cameras in this room! You gotta believe me!” I cried out. His hand stopped near my cheek, and he glanced at his men on either side of me. He pulled my phone and wallet out of my pockets.
“Unlock your phone. Let my men go through it.”
“Sure! Just let me use my–” I began to say, but he shoved it into my face.
“No, use your face.” I looked at him, beginning to tear up from the rough treatment, but I did as he asked, positioning myself right in front of my own phone. The scan went through, and he handed my phone and wallet off to his men as they left my sides, leaving us alone in the room before shutting the door.
I looked up at him in embarrassment and shame. And in fear. I’d found the wrong person. That much was clear. I was going to be in so much trouble when I got back home. Logan was going to be mad that I left a client hanging, even though it was by mistake.
“You probably know my name already, but if you are really telling the truth, it’s Maxwell Grant.” He studied my face for a reaction, but I didn’t really react. I felt like I’d heard the name somewhere before, but I couldn’t recognize it right away. Then, it clicked.
“You’re a businessman, right?” I asked. He looked fairly unimpressed with my response, but he didn’t slap me. Instead, he examined my cheek, and he tilted my head up further. He touched my neck, and I winced.
“I am more than that. I’m a CEO of one of New York’s biggest companies.”
“I-I had no idea! My employer didn’t say that, he just told me–”
“Shh…I don’t want to hear it. You’re a rentboy, right? Show me how much you’re worth, and I’ll think about not calling the police.”
“The police!” my eyes immediately widened, and I struggled against the belt. He laughed and let go of my chin.
“Relax. Just show me what you’re worth. Entertain me until my men get back.” He sat down beside me on the bed, and he pushed me onto my back. I looked up at him in surprise, and he smirked down at me.
“If there are cameras, I swear you won’t make it out of this room.” He bit into my neck, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark. To be honest, it didn’t hurt that much. In fact, it felt good. So good in fact that I felt myself begin to grow hard. Not all the way, but just a little bit.
He trailed kisses down my neck, and he suddenly grabbed my hands out from beneath my back, and he undid the belt. Then, he retied my hands in front of me with the same belt before hoisting them above my head. I blushed as he stared down at me. He cupped my chin with one hand, and he looked down at me.
“Kiss me, Avery.”
“Y-yes.” I leaned forward to kiss him. He didn’t respond for a moment, so I kissed him more passionately. It was awkward to hold my hands above my head as we kissed, but I did my best. Then, I felt him push me down against the bed, and he started to pull his pants down.
My eyes widened as I saw his cock spring free of his underwear. He was bigger than Logan and most of the clients that I saw while working for Logan. He stripped off his dress shirt as well, and he ripped mine off forcibly, causing shreds of the shirt to tangle around the belt binding my wrists together.
My cock hardened even more as he planted firmer kisses across my neck, and I let out a soft moan as he crawled on top of me, holding me against the bed. I put my bound hands around him, and I held on for dear life as he began devouring my body. Every part of me felt touched by him.
Then he paused. And then shortly after, I heard the squirt of lube. I knew the sound very well. He moved away from me, leaving me panting on the body beneath him, nude and marked by his rough touch. I saw the lubricant on his fingers, and I winced in anticipation as he moved his hand toward my ass. I felt him prod at my anus with a finger, and I let out a deep breath as he began to finger me. He smiled at me darkly, nodding in approval as he started slowly thrusting his finger in and out of me. It was rhythmic, but it wasn’t slow. I couldn’t help but shiver and wince occasionally as he prodded deeper and deeper.
“Stop making such cute noises. Or, I’ll have to do something about it. Something to make them louder,” he commanded. I whimpered in response, trying to keep my mouth shut, but my body and lust was beginning to betray me.
A second finger joined the first, thrusting into me and stretching me in an oddly kind manner. My eyes fluttered as he pushed deeper into me, and I moaned in surprise as he withdrew his fingers.
“Don’t stop,” I requested, eyes and body lost to lust. I just needed him to do something, anything to me! I needed his fingers in me! I needed his cock inside me! More than anyhing! And, my desires and my needs soon became a reality as he read my face effortlessly.
“Beg me,” he said, positioning himself outside of my loosened up asshole. His cock prodded at my anus, teasing me. Provoking moans of anxiety and frustration.
“Please Max! Fuck me! I need it! I need it so bad!” I blushed more and more as I desperately pleaded with him, and he nodded finally after what felt like forever.
“You’re cute when you’re begging.” He pushed his cock into my anus, and I whimpered from the pain initially. The whimpers soon turned into moans, and my ass started clenching his cock tightly. His face twitched in ecstasy, and he started fucking me faster after a few minutes of slow thrusts. No pain remained. There was only one feeling left as he plunged his cock into my ass over and over again, making me his slut. That feeling was…pleasure.
He grabbed my chin as he fucked me, and he planted a kiss on my lips. I kissed him back, breathing heavily as he explored my mouth with his tongue. He placed a hand around my throat, securing me in place as our sex started to shake the bed itself.
Then, I winced in pleasure as I felt my cock prepare to explode with come. I tried to hide the feeling, but my moans of pleasure betrayed how I was feeling. Maxwell leaned away from me, continuing to fuck me and holding my legs into the air. He saw the precum dripping from my cock onto my own thighs and body, and his thrusting speed increased.
“You’re going to come when I say.” There was no room for disagreement. No room for disobeying him. But I didn’t want to disobey him. I want to heed every word, so I did. I nodded.
“Come now!” He said, face contorted in pleasure as he hastily pulled out of me. He was wearing a condom, so I was a bit confused. But the mystery turned me on even more, I touched my cock once, and I immediately came, my body tense from the stimulation all over. I went limp in the bed, and I felt him get on top of me, straddling my chest. He took the condom off, and he used his hand to open up my mouth before shooting his load as well. Most of it made it into my mouth, but the rest coated my lips and cheeks. I didn’t mind.
There was a knock on the hotel room door, and the two men from earlier came inside. They looked a bit relieved, and they came back to Maxwell’s side, ignoring the state I was in. Maxwell looked away from me, engaging with them.
“He’s legit. We verified who he’s working for. He didn’t have any texts about you or anything linking himself to our competition,” one of the men said. I looked at them in relief, and I adjusted slightly on the bed. My face was bright red with shame, knowing both men saw my nude form.
“Good. Now, get us some food from downstairs.”
“On it, boss.” The two men left once more, and Maxwell turned back to look at me. He got off of my chest after grabbing my chin one more time. I hesitantly got back up. I looked at my torn clothes, and I hesitantly put them back on as he went through his suitcase.
I went to go through the door, but he stopped me by wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me against him.
“I told you, it was a mistake.”
“I know. But, that sex was phenomenal. You can deny it, but you were moaning like a slut. I want you to stay here for a while longer. You will stay.”
“O-okay” I hesitantly said, shivering in a mix of fear and excitement.
