Chapter 34 - Spiral
Over the last several months, Jack and Harrison had barely seen each other. Between a very busy campaign season and all of his other projects, including the liquidation of his real estate portfolio, Jack had been traveling quite a bit, often gone for more than a week at a time. Early on in this situational separation, Harrison was busy with his work at the firm and his studies at school. They talked to each other every day, sometimes multiple times a day. In the beginning they even had a few video calls with each other.
Being away from each other over such a long period of time was having a negative effect on both Jack and Harrison. They really did miss each other terribly, and they thought about each other all the time. But, Jack and Harrison being what they are, this did not stop them from finding ways to satisfy their insatiable desires and cravings.
It started innocently enough. Jack had regular hookups with Cameron in DC and Slayer in NY. Occasionally, he would spend time with his favorite fisting escort, Ethan in DC. Unfortunately, Jack also found himself slipping back into old habits. No longer able to hook up with Blaze, Jack sought out other boys who could satisfy his craving for brutality. This meant regular visits with Dax, the brutal escort in DC and a new abuser, a sadistic trans man he met through Calista in NY. It wouldn’t be long before Jack’s weakness would drag him into a dark depression and dangerous behaviors.
For Harrison, he started out keeping himself busy with work and school. He had his friends and family to fuck around with, and he kept up his slutting around. Initially, he spent a lot of time with Raccoon. Eventually, he drifted further and further into depravity and began to lose focus. He spent less time with those close to him, and eventually he was avoiding almost everyone in his life. Harrison was falling deeper into being a party boy and slutting himself out. His downward spiral began to intensify.
***
Harrison was once again attending a party at Connor's place. Connor and his boyfriend Kenneth were the boys he had met when he met Raccoon for the first time. This wasn't one of the upscale events, but rather a hardcore, drug-fueled bacchanal. Only a select group of Connor's friends were invited to these wild parties, and Raccoon was not among them. These gatherings had no limits or inhibitions, and the attendees were there to indulge in drugs and reckless behavior.
At first, Harrison felt guilty for attending these parties without Raccoon and not telling him about them. Raccoon had warned him to stay away from this crowd and their drugs, fearing that Harrison would get into trouble. But after a couple of parties, Harrison found his place among the chaos. He could push his limits here and try different drugs, like Oxy, and things that he’d done before, but were laced with other drugs.
The whole house was dimly lit, with only faint silhouettes moving through the rooms and hallways. The first floor thumped with upbeat music and heavy bass, while the basement played more chill tunes. Upstairs, moans of sex could be heard.
High on a mix of drugs, Harrison wandered through the house with a beer in one hand and his other hand in his pants, stroking himself. He had been high all day, starting with meth and then continuing with cocaine, Molly, and more meth. In order to keep his erection going all night, he also took Cialis. As he passed through the basement, someone grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto a couch where he came face to face with Kenneth.
“Hey sexy boy. You having fun?” Kenneth purred.
“Yeppers…I am. Oh fuck. I am really fucked up right now.”
“That is a good thing.” Kenneth reached down and found Harrison’s hard cock pressing against his jeans. “Why don’t you let this beast out?”
Harrison's body reacted to the pressure of Kenneth's hard member straining against his tight jeans. He always found the idea of being fucked by Kenneth arousing, but he knew that Kenneth preferred being on the bottom. Harrison had been trying to convince him otherwise, much to the amusement of his boyfriend Connor who often warned him not to bother.
Kenneth's hand reached up and grabbed the back of Harrison's neck, bringing his lips close to his ear as his tongue traced small circles. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, making him feel light-headed. Meanwhile, Kenneth's other hand continued to stroke Harrison's growing erection. In response, Harrison leaned in for a kiss and guided Kenneth onto his back, straddling over him. He stumbled slightly, feeling faint from the rush of pleasure, but then a wave of euphoria washed over him and he couldn't help but smile and giggle.
“Oh fuuuuuck. Whoa!” Harrison grabbed the back of the couch to steady himself.
“You ok, trigger?” Kenneth slid his hands under Harrison’s shirt making him shudder.
“YYYYYYYesssssss…Whoa…I just need to get balanced. What the fuck did Connor give me?”
Kenneth laughed. “Probably one of Isaiah’s molly cocktails. Haven’t you had these before? It’s like ecstasy with a bunch of other shit mixed in. It’s potent.”
Harrison leaned down and started kissing Kenneth again. He pulled away and looked Kenneth in his eyes. He was silent for a while as he tried to focus. Finally, he spoke, “I will…make…make…a deal with you…”
“I’m listening.” Kenneth had pulled Harrison’s shirt off and was grabbing his ass inside his pants.
“I will fuck the shit out of you…like you like me to…do…but…please…I really mean it…please fuck me. I’ll do anything… I need that big fucking cock inside me. Not my… mouth, my assssss.”
“Oh, Harry, you little slut. Fine. You win this time. But you have to do the work. Ride me. If you want my cock, you have to ride it.”
Harrison sank into the soft cushions of the couch and removed his jeans. He hadn’t bothered to put on underwear. After all, he knew he would end up naked soon enough. He had already been fucked by four guys that day, each one leaving their load inside him. In the dimly lit room, Harrison shivered as he heard Kenneth unzip his pants and slip out of them, letting them fall to the floor.
As they positioned themselves on the couch, they could hear the sounds of others having sex and someone being spanked. Kenneth grabbed Harrison's wrists and guided his hands down to his massive cock, encircling it with his fingers.
"Holy fucking hell," Harrison gasped in awe. He had seen it before, but never really considered its thickness until now. When he had sucked on it before, he was usually high and didn't fully appreciate its size. It felt like holding onto a baseball bat. Precum dripped from the golf ball-sized head as he stroked down the length of Kenneth's manhood, all the way to its base. It had to be at least 12 inches long, possibly more. Bigger than Aidan's but not quite as large as Justin's.
Harrison could feel Kenneth's fingers prodding at his entrance, gradually pushing inside until three fingers were stretching him open. "Your ass is so pliable, Harry," Kenneth murmured, marveling at how easily his fingers slid in. "I bet I could fit my whole fist in there without any effort."
“That feels so fucking good.” Harrison's cock jumped to rigid attention. The he remembered Kenneth’s question. “Yeah…you can fist the fuck out of me if you want.”
“Maybe later. You want to get fucked, don't you, pretty boy?"
Harrison thought he heard himself say yes, but it didn't matter. Kenneth decided that Harrison was too fucked up to manage riding him, so lifted him slightly and forced his cock up into his ass. The sudden intrusion was slightly painful. "Yeeoooooow!" Harrison screamed as his knees buckled. The smile on his face was a clear indication of his arousal.
Harrison's mouth was quickly filled with Kenneth’s hand, remembering that Harrison liked to suck on his fingers. A habit Harrison picked up from hand obsessed Jack. It took a little time, but Harrison could sense the quick wave of searing pain ease up. The drugs doing their job and making Harrison feel like he was floating on the massive cock. He cried out in ecstasy as he felt the invading cock slowly force its way deeper into his gut. Harrison’s eyes watered as Kenneth’s tree size cock forced its way completely inside.
Kenneth grunted and said in a harsh whisper, "I'm all the way in your pretty little ass. And now, I'm going to fuck you like you really want it." Kenneth shocked Harrison as he pushed him back, lifted him from the couch and then set him down on his back so he could pummel Harrison with force.
“Fuuuuuck…I thought you…d-d-d-idn’t top…FUUUCK!”
“Not usually but when I do, I make it matter.”
With sharp and forceful thrusts, Kenneth pounded into Harrison's trembling body. Each time he drove his sizable pole in all the way. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through Harrison's entire being, a combination of the intense physical sensations and the drugs coursing through his system. The overwhelming feelings made him moan and cry out for more, causing a small crowd to gather and watch.
Abruptly, Kenneth stopped and stayed still inside Harrison's hungry ass. A warm sensation spread from Harrison's head down to his toes. His ears were ringing as sweat dripped down his face. He tried to calm his rapid breathing as he felt exhausted but also euphoric at the same time. All he could do was let out a gasp of pure pleasure.
"Is that what you wanted?" Kenneth uttered.
Harrison tried to respond, but all he could do was gasp for air. Kenneth held onto Harrison's hips tightly and pulled his cock out slowly. The sudden emptiness was disorienting, but it didn't last for long. Without warning, Kenneth thrust his massive cock back into Harrison's abused hole, causing him to arch his head back in pleasure
Harrison let out a cry, "Ooooooohhhhhhh fffffuuuuuucckkkk!."
This time it was from overwhelming pleasure. Harrison felt only the beautiful sensation of having a large dick pounding into his ass. With an iron grip, Kenneth rammed into Harrison's open fuck hole. Each time pulling back to the head and then rapidly plunging forward. He could hear loud slapping sounds as Kenneth fucked him with full savage force.
Turning his head to the side, Harrison noticed that he had an audience. Some were pleasuring themselves at the sight of him getting ravaged by Kenneth's enormous cock, while others were engaged in their own activities. He enjoyed being the center of attention in this live sex show. The sensation of being filled by Kenneth's monstrous tool was exhilarating enough, but having others watching made it even more thrilling.
Just when Harrison thought it couldn't get any better, Kenneth slowed down and he looked up to see his boyfriend Connor making out with him. As they kissed, Kenneth moved his cock slowly inside Harrison, giving him a new level of ecstasy. He wanted to say something, but he was too lost in the moment to form words. He just laid there with this big dick pulsing inside him, grinning blissfully.
“Damnnnnn, baby, I didn’t know you werrrrre putting on a showwww.” Conner slurred. He was probably as high as Harrison was.
“Pretty boy needed a good fucking. Who am I to deny our friends what they need?”
“Let’s DP him. Thaaaaat woullllld be sooooo hottttt…”
“I love that idea, Connor. I’ll pull him on top of me. You know what to do from there.”
Out of nowhere, Harrison felt himself being lifted and pulled back. It was so sudden and surprising that he almost lost his balance and fell off Kenneth and the couch, but Kenneth had a firm hold on him. Despite being in a partying mood, Kenneth chose not to get as fucked up as Harrison and Connor were.
Harrison's head started spinning as the blood rushed from it, making him feel dizzy and disoriented. But Connor was right behind him, pushing him forward. Before slipping off his pants and tossing them aside, Connor pulled out a small baggie from his pocket. In his altered state, he couldn't open it himself, so one of the onlookers helped him retrieve two pills. Without hesitation, Connor popped one into his mouth and then placed the other in Harrison's mouth. Harrison didn't even question what kind of pill it was before swallowing it down - most likely ecstasy.
Not realizing what was coming next, Harrison leaned down to kiss Kenneth. Then, suddenly without any hesitation Connor rammed his more modest sized cock completely into Harrison's cum filled hole right alongside his boyfriend’s huge beast.
"Oh, shit!" Harrison blurted out. “Fuuuuuckkkkk yyyyyessssss…FUCK!!”
Putting one hand out to brace himself, Harrison grabbed his own rock hard pole. He dropped some spit into his other hand and began to stroke himself. Although the cock pumping into him now wasn't nearly as big, it was certainly large enough to stretch his hole nicely alongside the thick cock already inside him. Harrison honestly loved to be fucked. It was an addiction.
Picking up speed, Connor really began to bang his ass. Cum from Harrison’s tricks earlier in the day came oozing out whenever he pulled all the way out. He would jab it right back in, without any resistance from Harrison's gaping, hungry hole.
"Oh fucking hell!" Harrison bellowed. "Fuuuck, I'm cuuuuu.."
He arched back, almost hitting Connor in the face. His toes curled up and he let out a primal cry as wads of cum flew out of Harrison's throbbing cock, spraying Kenneth’s face with his seed. He pumped his shaft, draining the last drops from it.
"Come on. Fuck me harder, dude! FUCK ME HARDER!!"
Harrison felt Connor grab his shoulders and plow into him with amazing strength. It made his torso fall completely forward. He was bent over enough to lick his own cum from Kenneth’s face. He was being fucked by both boys with such force it made his body flop around the a cheap rag doll. He lost most of the feeling in his asshole.
Harrison heard Kenneth scream out, "Fuck yeaaaaahhh!" Then felt a river of hot cum spill into his guts. Some of it spurted out from the sides as the fat pole made a couple final drives into his worn hole. Connor tensed up and then grunted as he climaxed. More hot cum blasted into Harrison's overworked hole. His ass was filled to the rim and it was overflowing with all the jizz that had been pumped into him.
When Connor finally pulled out and Harrison lifted himself off Kenneth, a torrent of thick cum flooded out of Harrison's ass. It was like a cork being popped from a champagne bottle. Much of it came gushing out because he could no longer keep a tight grip on his sphincter. It began to drip down his weakened legs, and onto Kenneth, still below him. Harrison smiled as he thought about it.
As the three boys rearranged themselves on the couch to be sitting next to one another, their audience had moved on. Harrison and Connor were starting to feel the effects of the pills they just took. They were running their hands all over each other, moaning, grinding to the sounds of the chill house music playing in the background.
“That was fucking awesome Harry. I’m going to get us some water. You boys entertain yourselves.” Kenneth slipped his pants on and wandered off. Harrison and Connor barely acknowledged him as they sunk deeper into their rolls.
***
One of the boys that Harrison met as he pursued his party boy lifestyle was someone named Quaid. He met Quaid through a Grindr hookup and befriended him, despite his rough demeanor. What Harrison didn’t know was that Quaid worked for Isaiah. When Harrison mentioned needing to find a new source for his drugs, Quaid told him about Isaiah. Since things with Raccoon were deteriorating, he needed a new supplier, and he wanted one who wouldn’t lecture him about what he was doing. Quaid told Harrison where he could find Isaiah so they could meet.
Harrison had heard a lot about Isaiah, but had never met him. Connor’s underground parties were usually fueled by drugs from Isaiah. He was the guy a lot of folks went to for more edgy drugs. Isaiah was the kind of dealer Raccoon hated. The kind who didn’t care what happened to you after he sold stuff to you, the kind who didn’t care what the various pills and powders were laced with. He was the kind of dealer who preyed on his buyers and used them for his own gain regardless of the consequences. Isaiah was an evil, sadistic man whose enterprises weren’t limited to drugs. He did very bad things that most people he dealt with didn’t have any clue about.
Since he was traveling in less than desirable circles, Harrison stopped using the regular drivers who worked for Jack. They were asking too many questions and Harrison didn’t trust them to not tell Jack where he was going or what he was doing. So, Harrison was getting around with taxis and Uber. The Uber driver who took him to the Burrow warned him not to go there. It was in a particularly harsh neighborhood in Milwaukee and not the kind of place a kid like Harrison should be at. He didn’t care, this was the place he was told he could find Isaiah, and therefore find his fix.
Harrison arrived at the bar, and he did second guess himself. The driver had already sped off, so he figured he was committed. He had taken a few bumps of meth to give him the false confidence he needed to go to this shady place.
The Burrow was about as grungy and seedy as a bar could get. The lighting was dim, the place smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, it was run down and dirty. The people there were a mix of older men and sketchy boys. It was a dark atmosphere for a gay bar, but it didn’t lack for business. Most of the boys were wearing jock straps or tight underwear. The older men were groping the boys, lecherously grabbing them and sticking filthy dollar bills in their underwear. It looked like the boys could bring someone to another part of the bar, most likely for more than just a grope.
As Harrison stumbled into the dimly lit bar, he was clearly out of place. The meth made him slightly paranoid. He was overdressed - which wasn’t saying much since he was just wearing jeans, a rugby shirt and red Converse. It was like the needle had been dragged across the record. Everyone turned and looked at him. Harrison could feel the stares going right through him. It reminded him of the night he and Jack went to find Aidan at Randee’s. He suddenly wished Aidan were with him, he’d be able to deal with anyone that might bother him.
Here he was, a cute boy who now had everything he could have ever wanted, wandering into a place he truly didn’t belong. But, he was there to find maybe the one thing his money couldn't buy - freedom from the stifling grip of his own desperation. He had strayed far from the gleaming penthouse and the life of privilege that he'd fallen into, seeking the thrills that his life with Jack and the others could never quite replicate. As he walked to the bar, the neon lights outside cast a sickly glow into the room, the motley crew of patrons mirrored the grime on the cracked, sticky floor.
“What do you need, kid?” The gruff bartender asked.
Harrison almost ordered a Woodford Reserve on the rocks, but he quickly remembered when Jack did at the pub he used to go to in DC. This place didn’t have stuff like that. “Um, bourbon? On the rocks?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Yeah, um, bourbon on the rocks, please.” As the bartender grabbed a glass, he called out to him, “double, make it a double.”
The bartender dropped his drink in front of him. Harrison started to pull out his wallet to give the bartender a credit card. He thought better of that and pulled out a $50 bill and placed it on the bar. The bartender shot him a look.
Harrison sat nervously looking around the bar. He had the most basic description of Isaiah and wasn’t seeing anyone who matched it. A drunk older man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth sat on the stool next to Harrison and leaned in closely. “You look expensive,” the man grumbled as he put his hand on Harrison’s leg. “Oooh, but you are pretty.” He brushed his dirty fingers through Harrison’s hair.
“Um, yeah, I’m…um…not here for that…”
“Then what the fuck are you here for?” The man leaned in closer, now putting his arm around him. “Or are you telling me I ain’t good enough for you?”
“No, sorry. I am just looking for someone.”
The man was now agitated and getting friskier with Harrison, who wasn’t sure how to respond. The bartender was talking to another patron, looking over and laughing at Harrison’s predicament. Just as the man was about to stand up, someone stepped in between them. “Ralph, stop harassing the boy! Go back to your corner.”
“You owe me a blow job, bitch.”
“Which you won’t get if you don’t back the fuck off. Go on! Step away and leave this guy alone.” The boy pointed off in no particular direction and waited until the man walked away. He then sat on the stool next to Harrison. “Sorry about that, new boys are like fresh meat to this group of desperate beasts. I’m Tyler, who are you and why are you here? You’re not the kind we get around here.”
“Hey Tyler, I’m Harrison. I’m, um…looking for someone?” Harrison looked the boy over, as he was doing the same. Tyler was wearing a pair of red boxer briefs with white polka dots on them. A bunch of bills were stuck in the waistband on either side.
“You’re too cute to be looking for someone here. Are you sure you’re in the right place?” Tyler couldn’t help but notice Harrison’s jitteriness. “I’m sure whatever you’re looking for you could have gotten in your fancy neighborhood.” Tyler waved down the bartender and ordered a drink for himself and said to put it on Harrison’s tab. Harrison nodded and ordered another drink for himself. He really wanted another bump, but didn’t want to walk away from Tyler.
“Do you know someone named Isaiah?” He asked nervously.
Tyler's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he further studied Harrison. He couldn't decide if he trusted him or not. No one really came to find Isaiah like this. "Isaiah? Yeah, I know him. Why do you want to find Isaiah?"
Harrison nervously glanced around the bar, making sure no one else was listening in on their conversation. "I need some..." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "I was told he might have what I'm looking for."
The corner of Tyler's mouth twisted into a smirk. "Well, you came to the right place, kid. Isaiah is notorious for having anything you could ever want... and maybe a few things you don't." His eyes surveyed Harrison's nervous enthusiasm, weighing the balance of curiosity and danger. "But let me warn you, pretty thing, Isaiah isn't someone you want to get mixed up with. He's ruthless and calculating, and he doesn't play by anyone's rules. I mean it when I say he’s dangerous.”
Harrison looked at Tyler, trying to decide if he was being truthful. The boy's words brought a wave of fear and unease washing over him, but also intrigued him even more in finding Isaiah. "I know the risks," Harrison said cautiously, "but it's something I need."
Tyler's eyes held caution, and he took a deep breath before continuing. "Alright, if you're sure about this - Isaiah should be here soon, like a couple of hours from now. Maybe around midnight? But remember what I said... the moment you regret getting involved with him might come too late, if you even notice."
“Ok, thanks. Um, do you want to wait with me? Or are you supposed to be working the crowd?”
“I’m working you at the moment. And for the right price, I could wait with you. You’re much prettier than the alternatives here.” Tyler moved in closer to Harrison, rubbing his hand up his leg and close to his hardening cock. “We have some rooms in the back. They aren’t fancy, but we will have some privacy.”
“Ok, I’m game. Just tell me what you need.” Harrison couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of the unknown and the potential benefits kept him moving forward.
As the two of them walked to the back, Harrison couldn't help but feel a bit of trepidation. He wasn't sure if he could trust Tyler or not, but his horniness won out, saving him from having to sit any longer at that bar. Upon entering one of the dimly lit rooms, Harrison was immediately struck by the grime and clutter that surrounded them. But despite the dingy surroundings, Tyler had a certain charm that made Harrison somewhat comfortable.
Once in the room, Tyler sat on the filthy mattress, patting the spot next to him for Harrison to join him. Harrison nervously looked around and then sat next to Tyler, who turned to him and whispered, "I want five hundred upfront.”
“Is that really what you charge? I don’t think all of those men combined have five hundred bucks.”
Now that they were alone, Tyler could be a little more direct. “That’s what I’m charging you. You are obviously a rich kid and I need to make as much as I can so I don’t get in trouble for wasting so much time talking to you out there. I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re looking for, but rich brats like you always have daddy’s cash to throw around. Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’m worth it.”
Harrison shook his head. He couldn’t argue with the hustler boy. That was how he had to be when he used to hustle back when he was homeless. This is the first time he was ever doing something like this. Tyler was certainly cute and it’s not like he didn’t have the money. “Sure. Five hundred it is.” Harrison pulled out his wallet and pulled out five crisp $100 bills. “Um, do you party at all?”
“Fuck yeah, I do. What do you have?”
“What do you want?” Harrison pulled his jeans up and revealed a band around his leg that runners would use for their wallet or cellphone, but Harrison used it for his drugs. He pulled out three baggies. “Coke, meth, or Molly?”
“You aren’t playing, are you? Is this why you want to meet Isaiah?”
“Yeah. My regular supplier isn’t working out and I was told that Isaiah is who I should go to. I guess he supplies some of the folks I know and some of the parties I’ve been to. I’m hoping I can work something out with him.”
Tyler grabbed all three baggies from Harrison. “I think a little meth will do us good. If you don’t mind, I think I will help myself to all of this.”
“Dude! That’s all I have for the night.”
“Isaiah will hook you up with plenty more.” Tyler knew exactly what he was doing. He poured a small amount of meth on his hand and then snorted it up. Harrison held his hand up and Tyler did the same for him.
The bitterness stung their noses, and they each felt their throat constrict as the drug hit them. Neither of them were unfamiliar with these feelings. Tyler’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he felt the transformation take place. Harrison's pupils dilated, his breath grew shallow, and a new energy pulsed through his veins.
"You’re not what you seem." Tyler murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. He leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of Harrison's jaw. His touch was firm, yet gentle, leaving his skin tingling with anticipation. He could feel the power dynamics shift as Harrison's eyes glazed over with desire. “You know your way around this stuff.”
The room grew smaller as Tyler's hand moved to the back of Harrison’s neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, tasting of the bitter meth and the promise of what was to come. Harrison melted into the embrace, his body responding instinctively to the dominance Tyler exuded.
With deft movements, Tyler unbuttoned Harrison's pants, pushing them down to expose his huge, hard cock. He then pulled Harrison’s shirt off. Tyler slid off his underwear exposing his own erection, all eight inches of it thick and hard. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. Harrison obeyed without question, his eyes watering as Tyler stood up in front of him and pushed his cock deep into his throat. He began to fuck Harrison’s face with a ferocity that left him gagging. The pain was exquisite, a thrilling rush that sent shockwaves through his body.
Tyler's grip tightened on the back of Harrison's head, guiding him deeper. He could feel the younger man's throat muscles contracting around him, the desperate struggle for air only adding to his own arousal. He watched the veins bulge in Harrison's neck, the flush spreading up to his cheeks, and knew he had him exactly where he wanted him. The meth coursed through their systems, heightening every sensation, turning the grimy back room into a cocoon of raw, primal need.
As Tyler's rhythm grew more punishing, Harrison's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans muffled by the cock filling his mouth. This was it, the moment of complete submission he craved, the thrill of breaking down the pretty rich boy. It wasn’t as difficult as he thought.
Abruptly, Tyler pulled out, leaving Harrison gasping for air. He pushed him back down onto the foul bed, his own pants now around his ankles. He bent down, licking the precum from the tip of Harrison's cock, the salty taste a heady mix with the bitter aftertaste of the meth. Harrison's body jerked, his eyes snapping open, pupils so wide they nearly swallowed the irises. Tyler looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with lust and something darker.
"Damn, boy. You are on fire. You are bringing out the beast in me. Usually guys want to own me, but you are just waiting to be used, aren’t you?" Tyler taunted, his voice thick with desire. He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he spread Harrison's legs apart and spat on his puckered, abused hole. “Hmmmm, you are a real slut aren’t you? This ass has been fucked hard and often!” He watched Harrison’s body tremble with anticipation, a drop of precum sliding down his own shaft.
“I love getting fucked. I get fucked as much as I can.”
“You really better be careful with Isaiah. He’s going to eat you alive.”
Tyler grabbed a bottle of lube from a nearby table and squeezed out a dollop on his hand and slid a finger into Harrison's ass, feeling how easily his hole opened up for him. Harrison's eyes widened, but he made no protest. His crooked smile seemed like more of an encouragement. Tyler added another finger, then a third, and then a fourth, stretching him open very deliberately, sending waves of pleasure through them both. He realized how easy it would be to fist Harrison and started to push his hand in deeper.
“Oh yeahhhhhhh…please…don’t stop…fist fuck me…”
“Jesus, I thought you were going to be sorry ass suburban boy who would cry at a finger poking your ass.” Tyler's hand disappeared into Harrison's body, knuckles gliding right through his hole, then his wrist. Harrison’s breath hitched, and he bit down on his lip. The feeling was intense as Tyler's fist slid deeper inside him.
Harrison's cheeks flushed as he moaned softly, his body writhing around while Tyler tested how far he could go. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuckk…keep going…you can go deeperrrrrr…”
“Deeper, huh? You are a wild one.” With a wicked grin, Tyler began to pump his fist in and out, pushing deeper each time. He was now more than halfway up his forearm. Harrison grabbed his legs and pulled them back so Tyler could have full access. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through him, the pain receding to be replaced by a deep, guttural need for more.
"You're so fucking loose," Tyler growled, his voice a low rumble in the confined space. He pushed deeper, his elbow now disappearing into Harrison’s body. Harrison's eyes rolled back, his mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as Tyler's hand reached the depths of his insides. The room swam around him, the only anchor the hand fisting.
With a wicked smile, Tyler reached down with his free hand and wrapped it around the base of his own cock, lubricating it with the pre-cum that had gathered there. He slid it into Harrison’s ass alongside his fist. He was trying things he didn’t get to usually. He was usually the one being used, it was fun to be the aggressor for a change. The feeling of his cock sliding into Harrison's ass alongside his forearm was unlike anything Tyler had ever felt. The warmth and wetness of Harrison's body sending waves of desire through him.
Harrison's eyes snapped open at the new sensation, and he let out a guttural moan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul. The sensation was intense, but layered with a pleasure so profound that it consumed his entire being. Tyler's fist and cock filled him nicely, the stretching pressure a constant reminder of his submission.
The room spun around them as Tyler began to fuck Harrison in earnest, his hand and cock moving in a synchronized effort that was both brutal and beautiful. Each thrust bringing a new brushstroke of pain and pleasure. Tyler's hand slid in and out with the ease of a well-oiled machine, his cock pistoning into the tightness of his hand clenched around it.
Harrison's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as Tyler plumbed the depths of his soul. Tyler's hand was a living thing inside him, stretching and probing, a blunt instrument of ecstasy.
Withdrawing his fist slightly, Tyler began to jerk his cock with ferocity, sending electric jolts of pleasure through his body. Each pull out was agonizingly slow, only to be followed by a brutal thrust back in.
Harrison's eyes rolled around like wheels in a slot machine, as he emitted a deep, guttural sound. Tyler's hand was a second cock, the friction against the inner walls of his ass a delicious torment that made his own cock throb in time with their rhythm. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that he thought he might pass out from the sheer force of it.
The meth had taken hold of them, turning their rendezvous into a frenzied dance of desire and dominance that neither could resist. Their harsh, ragged breaths filled the space between them. Tyler's hand was a constant presence as it moved in and out of Harrison’s ass, twisting and turning in a way that left him feeling utterly claimed.
Harrison's thoughts were a jumble of sensations and need, his mind unable to form coherent thoughts beyond the driving instinct to serve, to give in completely to the relentless onslaught. He could feel the beginnings of his climax building, a pressure that grew with each brutal stroke of Tyler's cock and the twist of his fist.
The hand in his ass grew faster, the grip tighter, and Harrison knew he was close to his breaking point. He felt like a ragdoll in Tyler's hands, utterly powerless and entirely at his mercy. And yet, he had never felt more alive, more present in his own body than he did in that moment. The exquisite pleasure, a reminder of his vulnerability, of his willingness to submit.
With a final, desperate thrust, Tyler's cock buried itself to the hilt inside Harrison, his hand still pumping in a frenzy. Harrison’s body spasmed, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. Tyler grinned with satisfaction as he watched the pleasure wash over his conquest's face, feeling the muscles in his ass contract around his fist and cock.
Tyler’s own orgasm took over sending waves of his thick cum into Harrison’s ass. “Oh fuck yes! Damn boy!!” Tyler shook uncontrollably as the combination of his climax and the drugs sent his body into convulsions. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I was not expecting anything like this, kid.”
“You keep calling me kid. We’re probably the same age. What are you 21? 22?”
“Oh shit. No way. I’m only 19. You’re older than me? I figured you for 18, or maybe younger.”
Harrison laughed. “I’m 21. Whatever. That was fucking awesome.”
They both laid back on the bed and caught their breaths. After a short while, Tyler had to get back out to the bar. “If I don’t work the room, it will be bad for me. This was already way more time than I’m supposed to spend with anyone. I’m sure someone will report back that I’ve been with one person too long.”
“That sucks. What if I just paid you more?”
“That would be great, but still wouldn’t satisfy my bosses.” Tyler sat up and looked at Harrison apprehensively. “Look, I need to be honest with you. I work for Isaiah. He’s a bad dude. You really should just get the fuck out of here and find another source for your fix. I mean it. If you get caught in his web, you won’t get out.”
“Are you caught in his web?”
“It’s too late for me. Really, dude. You’re pretty and rich and you might think you can handle it, but just get out of here.”
The sudden change in Tyler’s demeanor and the look of genuine fear on his face gave Harrison pause. He thought maybe he should listen to the boy. “Come with me. I’ll get you away from this. I can take care of whatever you need.”
“You don’t understand at all. Isaiah owns me. He will hunt you down and do very bad things to you. Or he’ll have one of his boys find you. I know this too well. Johnny is my boyfriend and does his dirty work, along with his dude Quaid.”
“Quaid? He’s the one who sent me here.”
“Shit. You’re being set up. You can run now. Go out that back door. Please. Leave and never come back. I mean it.” Tyler grabbed his underwear and quickly headed out the door. He looked back in before he went away completely. “I mean it, Harrison. If you don’t want to get hurt, you should go.”
***
Harrison refused to fully grasp the situation, either out of denial or lack of experience. How dangerous could Isaiah really be? He was just a drug dealer, not a major criminal. After all, Harrison's only encounter with drug dealers was Raccoon and his only encounter with a potential mobster was Samuel. Neither of them instilled fear in him. He believed Tyler's warnings were more fueled by drug-induced paranoia than reality. However, his curiosity was heightened by these warnings, making him even more eager to meet this guy.
After cleaning himself up, Harrison left the room and made his way down the dark hallway back to the bar area. He could hear the sounds of other hustler boys and their tricks engaging in various activities in some of the other rooms, none of which sounded pleasant. As he entered the bar, he noticed that there were more people present now. The hustlers were busy charming the patrons while a few of them danced on top of the bar. Tyler was occupied with two older men at a nearby table. Harrison found a spot at the bar and ordered another drink.
At the far end of the bar were several booths, one of which caught Harrison's attention due to its activity. Curiosity getting the better of him, Harrison made his way over to take a closer look. A young hustler boy sat next to a tall, scrawny man who matched Quaid's description of Isaiah. At one end of the booth stood a grungy individual who appeared to be guarding Isaiah. It had to be him.
Harrison leaned over to the man next to him, “hey there, can I bother you a second? Who is that guy over there?”
“In the booth? That’s someone you should stay the fuck away from.”
Harrison sighed, sort of annoyed that no one would give him a straight answer. “Is his name Isaiah?”
“You really should mind your fucking business. But, if you insist, yes. That’s him.”
“Thanks, buddy. let me buy you a drink.” Harrison waved the bartender over and bought the stranger a drink, as well as another on for himself.
Tyler walked by and barely even acknowledged Harrison. He went over to the booth and sat in the lap of the grungy guy. He assumed that was the boyfriend he referenced, Johnny. It made him a little sad to see that he was with someone who was for the most part, repulsive.
Harrison discretely watched the action in the booth. Johnny seemed to be giving Tyler a hard time about something. Isaiah was leaning back as the other hustler was pleasuring him, his head bobbing up and down, clearly in view of everyone in the bar. A couple of guys were standing nearby, perhaps waiting to talk to Isaiah.
His appearance wasn’t threatening at all. Isaiah was nearly 6’5” tall, but super thin. He had a shallow face and dark eyes with dark circles under them. He had long scraggly brown hair that went beyond his shoulders and a messy beard and goatee. He was so thin, his clothes just looked like they were draped over his bones. He wore one of those trucker caps, backwards. He was layered in a white t-shirt under a flannel shirt under a short sleeve denim shirt with a Coors logo on it. Harrison thought he was kind of cute, though in reality, Isaiah looked exactly like the heroin junkie drug dealer that he was.
Once the hustler finished his service, he leaned up, wiped his mouth full of cum and scurried away to find some other action. Isaiah sat in the corner, his dark eyes scanning the room with the practiced ease of a predator. Harrison’s surveillance was interrupted by someone grabbing his shoulder. He turned around to see Quaid standing there.
“Hey pretty boy, you made it. I didn’t think you had the balls to come here.”
“Hey Quiad. Well, you told me this is where I’d find Isaiah, so why wouldn’t I come here?”
“Because you’re fuck out of place here. How long have you been here?”
“A couple of hours, I guess.”
“Long enough to get a fix, I see.” Quaid took Harrison’s hand and held it out. It was shaking like a leaf.
“Yeah, um, I brought my own. I’d share, but I ended up giving it away.”
Quaid laughed, “gave it away? Did you hook up with one of these trash sluts?”
“Are you going to introduce me to him?”
“Easy, pretty boy. If he wants to meet you, he will let you know. I’ll let him know you’re the mark I was telling him about.” Quaid started to walk away and then turned and came back. “Or do you want to fuck around first? You look tasty as usual.”
“Hook me up with Isaiah and you can fuck me senseless as much as you want.”
“If I hook you up with Isaiah, he’s the one who is going to be fucking you senseless.”
Quaid walked away and went to the booth. Isaiah gave him a big smile and raised his hand. They exchanged a handshake and the grungy guy moved out of his way so he could sit next to Isaiah. Tyler was nowhere to be seen, probably tricking in the back room. Quaid was chatting with Isaiah and eventually nodded his head towards Harrison. Isaiah’s smile grew wide when he spotted Harrison.
Their eyes met and Isaiah's smile grew even more predatory. After a few minutes, he sauntered over, a cocky swagger in his step that seemed to dare Harrison to look away. Of course, he couldn’t. He was captivated by his aura of confidence and the promise of a good time that seemed to radiate off him. "I’m told you want to meet me.” Isaiah said, his voice was soft and comforting, nothing like the awful man he was made out to be.
“Um, uh… yeah. I was told you could help me out.” Harrison's voice was a shaky whisper. Isaiah’s presence made Harrison slightly uncomfortable now that he was so close. He also aroused Harrison in an unexpected way. Suddenly he realized why so many people warned him. His hit of meth from earlier was wearing off and someone as studied in drugs as Isaiah noticed.
“Help you out, huh? Well, you look like you're in need of a little something for sure.” He slipped a small bag of meth onto the bar. “Go on, try it. I insist.” Harison looked around, not sure if it was cool to do that out in the open. “Seriously, kid. Try it. Nobody in here gives a fuck if you do it here. This whole room is full of crackheads.”
Harrison nervously opened the bag and poured a small amount on his hand. Isaiah watched with a glint of satisfaction as he eagerly snorted it off his hand. The rush hit him immediately, sending sparks shooting through his veins and a warm, fuzzy feeling to his brain. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before—powerful, intense, and oh-so-temporary. “Wow. That’s fucking smooth.”
“I don’t deal in shit. You know my name, what’s yours?”
“Harrison. I’m Harrison. It’s good to finally meet you.”
“Yeah. You’re a pretty one. Why don’t you join me over in my booth?” He extended his hand, which Harrison eagerly took. They walked over to the booth. Isaiah waved his hands at Johnny and Quaid and some other guys, directing them to go away. Tyler was coming out of the back and saw Harrison with Isaiah and shook his head in disappointment.
Isaiah produced another bag of powder and dumped it on the table. He took a credit card out and divided the white crystals into neat little lines. He took a metal straw from his shirt pocket and snorted one of them. He handed the straw to Harrison, who quickly snorted one up himself. “Oh, this is different.”
“A little something we can enjoy together while we talk.” Isaiah moved closer to Harrison and put his arm around him. “So, tell me why you are so desperate to meet me?”
“I need a supplier. For my own stuff. My current source is, um, not working out.”
“Who is your current supplier? I know everyone in this business from here to Chicago.”
Harrison responded nervously. “Um, he’s a, he’s…Raccoon.”
Isaiah leaned in closer, “that guy is a fucking douche. No wonder he isn’t working out. He thinks he’s something fucking special. Fuck him. I got you, Harry boy.”
Their conversation grew more erratic as they both consumed more of the drug. The bar's atmosphere thickened with the heavy bass of the music and a smoky haze. Isaiah's leg rested on Harrison's, his arm still wrapped around him, his fingers stroking his hair lightly in a way that was both comforting and electrifying. Harrison leaned in closer, his body begging for more. Isaiah’s smile grew knowing, and he whispered, "You wanna go somewhere a little more private?"
“Y-Y-Yeah…s-s-sure.” At this point, Harrison was pretty fucked up. Whatever he was snorting was really hitting him hard and not in the same way meth or coke usually did. He had a dumb smile on his face as he stared at Isaiah. He was now completely enamored with the dangerous man.
“Hey, Johnny! Let’s go. Take us to the Regent House.”
“What’s…th-th-thhhhaaat?”
Isaiah chuckled, “it’s where I bring pretty boys like you to have some real fun. This place is a shit hole. Come on.”
Harrison nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and intoxication. He followed Isaiah through the bar and out the front door. They got into an older BMW station wagon and Johnny drove them a short distance to a motel known as the Regent House.
After they left, Tyler went over to Quaid and hit him in his chest. “What the fuck, Quaid? How could you do this to that kid? You know what is going to happen!!”
“Awww, poor baby. You afraid of a little competition? He is a lot prettier than you. He’s gonna be great.”
“Quaid! You fucking lied to me. After the last cluster fuck, you said you were done recruiting. Please don’t let him do this again. Quaid, please.”
“Too late Tyler. Way too fucking late. Shoulda thought of that before you fucked him.”
***
The Regent House nothing special at all, just the typical old urban motel that had seen better days. They waited in the car while Johnny went to the office. He returned with a key, handed it to Isaiah and then took off. Isaiah and Harrison went to one of the rooms on the second floor. It was a nondescript room with the usual trappings of a motel room. Isaiah had a backpack with him.
Isaiah sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him with a knowing smile. "Come here," he beckoned. Harrison complied, his movements jerky and uncoordinated from the drugs. Isaiah's hand found its way to his crotch, and he squeezed Harrison’s growing bulge. "You like that?" he murmured, watching Harrison's reaction with a predatory gaze.
Harrison nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He was so high that his body felt like it was made of pure need, desire coiled in every muscle, demanding release. "Cannnn I-I-I have…some mmmmorrre…show me wwwwhat ellllssse you g-g-g-got," he managed to say, his voice a barely audible rasp.
“Let’s get comfortable first.” Isaiah said as he lifted Harrison’s shirt off. Harrison immediately slipped his jeans off and tossed them to the floor. He kicked his sneakers off as well. Isaiah took off some of his layers leaving himself clad in only a t-shirt and boxers. He brushed his hands over Harrison’s body. The cold touch made him jerk, but he quickly calmed down as Isaiah’s touch began to mesmerize him further. Harrison pulled Isaiah in for a kiss, which he returned. It was a surprisingly gentle kiss and went on for a few minutes.
“Now? Now cannnnn I have ssssssome morrre?”
Isaiah's smile grew wider, “of course my new friend, I’ll give you whatever you want.” He reached for his back pack and pulled out a syringe filled with a dark substance and held it up to the light. "Ever tried this?" he asked, his tone a tantalizing mix of challenge and temptation.
“W-W-What issss it?”
“You’ve heard of heroin, right? This is some of the best.”
The word "heroin" floated through Harrison's mind, something Raccoon had told him to never do. He'd heard about in hushed tones at some of the parties he’d been to. It was the ultimate high, the one that could make everything fade away. And just like that, his fear was swallowed up by the insatiable hunger that ruled his soul. He nodded, and Isaiah's smile grew into a full-blown grin.
The needle pierced his skin, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat building in his veins. The plunger went down, and with it, a warmth spread through him, a warmth that washed over his entire being. The world swam around him, the edges of his vision blurring into a sea of color. He felt himself sink into the bed, boneless and weightless.
Isaiah's hand was still on his thigh, but now it was moving, sliding up to his crotch and gripping him firmly. "You want some more, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a siren's song in the fog of his mind. Harrison couldn't speak, but his body responded with a nod, his cock standing at attention.
The next thing he knew, Isaiah was stroking his hard cock with practiced hands. Isaiah gently masturbated Harrison, making him shake and shudder, gasping for air. He was beginning to sweat. The sensation of Isaiah’s hands on his cock felt completely as if it were an out of body experience. When Isaiah lowered his mouth over Harrison’s cock, he nearly fainted from the intense waves of arousal flowing through him. He had no idea what was happening or where he was. He was lost in a high like he’d never experienced. He wanted more.
After slurping on his cock for a few minutes, Isaiah leaned into Harrison’s ear, his breath hot against it, "you’re a good boy," he murmured, his hand still working its magic on the young man's shaft. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me." Harrison just chattered, unable to actually say anything.
Harrison's mind was a whirlwind of sensation. The meth had made him hyperaware of everything around him, and now the heroin was turning his body into a canvas for pleasure. He could feel every inch of Isaiah's touch, every stroke of his hand, as if it were being painted with liquid fire. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he never wanted it to stop.
Isaiah kissed and licked at Harrison’s sweaty body, tasting him, feeling him, his mouth watering as he took in the sweet scent of Harrison’s arousal. His body arched off the bed with a silent scream of pleasure. The sensation was electric, pleasure like he had never felt before.
Isaiah licked his lips, savoring the moment before he took another taste of the beautiful boy cock in front of him. His tongue flicked out, tracing a line from the base of Harrison's cock to the tip, his hand wrapped around Harrison's shaft, stroking him with a firmness that was both comforting and overwhelming. He looked up at Harrison lustfully, "you're going to be mine," he purred, his voice thick with need. "My little rich boy slut."
Harrison moaned, the words sending a shiver of excitement through him. He'd never felt so wanted, so desired, so...used. But in that moment, as the drugs sang in his veins and this man claimed him, it didn't feel degrading. It felt like home.
Isaiah's mouth closed around the tip of Harrison’s cock, and the world narrowed down to that single point of contact. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips began to buck of their own accord, seeking more of that sweet, sweet pressure. Isaiah’s skilled tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting, until Harrison could feel the beginnings of his climax building deep within him.
But just as he was about to reach the edge, Isaiah pulled away, leaving him panting and desperate. He chuckled, a dark, rich sound that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through him. "Not yet, pretty boy," he said, his voice a low growl.
Isaiah climbed up over Harrison, straddling hiss chest. His eyes blankly stared at the long cock coming towards him. "Open your mouth," Isaiah ordered, and again, Harrison obeyed. He took Isaiah’s cock into his mouth, his eyes watering as he struggled to accommodate the nine and a half inch length into his tightened throat. Isaiah's hands tangled in his hair, guiding him, pushing him deeper. Each thrust was punctuated by a guttural moan, each retreat leaving him gasping for breath.
Isaiah's grip tightened, pulling him closer, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made Harrison's head swim. The taste of sweat and musk filled his mouth, the sensation of being used more intoxicating than any drug he'd ever taken. He felt like a doll in the man's hands, a toy to be played with and discarded when he was done. And yet, the thought only served to turn him on more.
The bed creaked beneath them as Harrison's hands roamed Isaiah's body, exploring the bony frame that flexed and shifted with every movement. His fingertips danced over his ribs, plainly visible under the taut skin pulled over them.
Isaiah's hands gripped the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythm that was both punishing and mesmerizing. His breath became choppy, his chest heaving with the effort to hold back his climax. Harrison felt a strange sense of power in that moment, a heady rush that surged through his veins alongside the drugs. He was the one giving this man pleasure, the one in control of his release.
The world was a blur of color and sensation as he bobbed up and down, his mouth a perfect fit around Isaiah's cock. The sounds of desire that seemed to echo in his very soul. He could feel his own orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each stroke of his throat.
Isaiah's thrusts grew more erratic as he approached the edge. Harrison's response was a muffled moan, his eyes watering as he took the man deeper into his throat. The warmth grew, the pressure building until it was all he could think about. Suddenly, Isaiah's cock pulsed, filling his mouth with hot, sticky cum. Harrison swallowed reflexively, the taste salty and bitter, but somehow satisfying. Isaiah’s grip on his hair loosened, and he pulled out.
Isaiah rolled off Harrison, a sated smile playing on his lips. "You're a natural," he cooed, stroking Harrison's cheek. He felt a strange mix of pride and degradation, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his own thwarted orgasm. He lay there, panting, his cock still rock-hard and begging for release.
Isaiah reached into his backpack, pulling out a small bag of white powder. "Want some more?" he asked, his tone a sweet caress that made Harrison's stomach clench with need. He nodded, his eyes locked on the promised escape, the drugs whispering in his ear that this was where he belonged. He tapped a generous amount onto his cock, bringing it to Harrison's nose. Harrison snorted until it was gone and then licked any residue away, causing his mouth to go numb.
The world around them spun into focus as the coke hit his bloodstream, the rush of pleasure and power a stark contrast to the warm haze of the heroin. He felt his body come alive, his senses heightened as if the very air was charged with electricity. The need in his cock grew more insistent, the throb of his pulse echoing in his ears. Isaiah chuckled, leaning in to kiss him deeply, the taste of the coke mixing with their saliva.
Isaiah's hand found its way back to Harrison's cock, stroking it vigorously. Harrison’s body arched off the bed, his moans muffled by the other's mouth. He could feel the climax building again, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown him. Isaiah pulled back, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Not yet," he said, his thumb circling the sensitive head of Harrison's cock.
Isaiah knelt between his legs, his cock hard and throbbing as he coated it with some lube he pulled out of his backpack. Harrison watched, his mouth dry, while Isaiah’s hand worked the length of his shaft, his eyes never leaving the prize he was about to claim. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Without warning, Isaiah pushed into Harrison, causing a searing white-hot agony that took his breath away. But it was the kind of pain that was tinged with pleasure, the kind that made him crave more.
Isaiah's hips slammed against Harrison’s, each thrust sending shockwaves through his body. The bed groaned under their combined weight, the headboard banging against the wall in a staccato beat that matched the tempo of their frenzied fucking. Harrison's nails dug into his back, his legs wrapping around Isaiah’s waist as he tried to hold on to something, anything, as the world swirled around him.
The drugs made everything feel so intense, so real, so amazing. Harrison could feel Isaiah’s cock stretching him, filling him. Each stroke was like a claim on Harrison’s soul that he couldn't help but submit to. Harrison's moans grew louder, his body trembling as Isaiah's relentless pace continued. His hands were like vices on his hips, holding him in place as he pounded into him without mercy. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to process the sensory overload.
Isaiah leaned down, his hand wrapping around Harrison's throat. He squeezed gently at first, the pressure a tease. Then, he tightened his grip, cutting off the air to Harrison's lungs. The world turned red at the edges, a distant ringing filling his ears as he fought for breath. But the strangest thing was, it only made him more turned on.
The drugs had twisted his mind, making him crave the kind of pain that only Isaiah could deliver, the kind of pain he usually hated. He felt Isaiah’s cock slam into him with a force that made his teeth rattle, a beautiful agony that seemed to cut through the fog of his high. Each thrust was a declaration of power, a claiming that went deeper than skin and bone.
"You like that, don't you?" Isaiah whispered, his voice a dark purr that seemed to resonate in Harrison's soul. "You like being my little whore."
Harrison could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as Isaiah’s hands tightened around his neck. The pressure was a strange kind of release, a reminder that he was alive, that he was feeling, that he was wanted. Isaiah's rhythm grew more erratic, his own climax approaching. His grip on Harrison's throat tightened, the veins in his forearms standing out as he pushed deeper, harder. Harrison's eyes bulged, the world going black, as the pressure grew, the ringing in his ears matched the pulsing in his cock.
And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Isaiah released his hands, let out a growl and emptied himself inside Harrison. The sudden influx of air made stars appear before Harrison's eyes, and he felt the warmth of Isaiah’s cum filling him, the sensation sending him over the edge. His body convulsed, muscles locking up as he came, spilling his seed between their bodies.
For a moment, they remained frozen, panting and trembling. Isaiah's eyes searched Harrison’s, looking for a sign of life. Slowly, he pulled out, making Harrison wince. He felt empty, used, and yet, there was a strange satisfaction that settled in his core. The room spun, and with a gasp, he felt his consciousness slipping away. The drugs had been too much, the pleasure too intense. The world went dark, and for a time, there was nothing but the hum of the AC and the distant sound of the city outside.
When Harrison came to, it was to the cold, harsh light of morning. He was sprawled across the bed, his body sticky with sweat and cum. Isaiah was nowhere to be seen. Panic began to set in, his mind racing as he took stock of his surroundings. He had no idea where he was. The room was bathed in the stark reality of daylight, exposing the depravity of the night before.
The only evidence of Isaiah's presence was a card on the nightstand. His heart pounded as he reached for it, his hand shaking slightly. It was simply his phone number and nothing else. It was a promise of more of what he'd experienced.
