MyGothPimp justinnewjersey94@yahoo.com Night Three
When Noah returned to the apartment he was beyond furious. He buzzed to be let in, and was met by Winter at the top of the stairs. "That was quick! I told you. Do you have Xanthos' money?"
"Fuck you and fuck him too. You said I just had to jerk off. That sick fuck had a pit bull in his bedroom, and he forced me to, to, touch him. I just came back for my stuff. Fuck this whole Emo vampire fantasy shit or whatever goes on here."
Xanthos took this as his cue to enter the main room. He wore his black leather pants from the previous night. Noah knew those well from the video. He was shirtless, thin but hard bodied, with colorful and extensive tattoos on his chest and abdomen. His thick, long black hair hung down almost to his nipples.
"You seem upset. Sit down. Winter, get him some Jack Daniels." Xanthos sat down himself, in a chair that effectively blocked the way to the door.
Winter handed a bottle of Jack to Noah. "Get the fuck out of here bitch" he said to Winter. She quickly left.
Noah took a long swig, and almost hurled the bottle at Xanthos. Instead he paced in a tight circle. "What the fuck is this place? Who are you? Where'd you get the idea that I'd go out and be a whore for you?"
Xanthos said nothing. Noah took another pull on the bottle and collapsed in a chair. "I ain't a faggot. I ain't gonna' go out and be with queers for you and make you money."
Xanthos considered this for a moment. Noah took a third long drink, and seemed to relax into the chair more.
"Do you have my money?" he asked Noah. Without thinking the boy pulled the two hundred dollars and the forty extra from the tip from his skinny jeans and threw it on the floor in front of Xanthos.
Noah would remember later that the Xanthos seemingly flew across the room like a bat out of hell, faster than he should have been able to, and slapped Noah hard across the face. He slapped him at least six more times, hard and quickly. Noah fell to the floor and then Xanthos ripped off Noah's tank top, leaving the teen shirtless, and finally kicked Noah hard in his balls with his leather boots.
Noah laid there, stunned and whimpering for about five minutes, the bourbon spilling on the floor amidst the money. Finally Xanthos, still standing over him, said "Now pick up my money and hand it neatly to me, face up and all in the same order. It better all be there. Faggot."
Noah slowly pulled out of his fetal position, picking up and arranging the twenties. He got to his knees before Xanthos and held out the money. "Count it out loud for me. Then hand it over."
Noah did as ordered. His face was at the same level as Xanthos leather clad crotch. He remembered, suddenly, the size and power of the cock that had raped his mouth last night. He admired the expensive, intricate tattoos on Xanthos' abdomen. A beautiful Bat Cross in blue, red, and green pointed down at his cock.
"Now because I want to give you one more chance to behave, I'm going to actually give you some of this money. Mark me, cocksucker, I don't have to. I should throw you out on the street in your pissed in panties." And Xanthos dropped three twenties at Noah's knees.
"You, bitch, asked me for help. You, you mother fucking piece of faggot shit, said you wanted to work for me, remember?" His voice continued to rise. "You, ate my food, flirted with my girlfriend, slept at my house, and used my shower. Winter even washed your pathetic shopping mall clothes.
Then you, you miserable little cock sucker, have the audacity to tell me you're leaving after all I did for you?" He slapped Noah hard across the face again, and then spit in his face when he re-covered.
Xanthos began stroking himself. Noah watched, transfixed. The dude was mesmerizing, spell binding even. Noah stared at the crotch. Soon Xanthos pulled his huge cock out. Noah suddenly remembered that it was also tattooed, and had a Prince Albert in the tip. It hung down out of the fly in his tight leather jeans. Xanthos pulled his balls out too. A long string of pre-cum drooled down before Xanthos swung it loose and into Noah's blond hair.
"We're going to have to do something about that ugly white hair of yours. I don't like that perverted color in my house. But first, take your master's cock in your mouth, faggot. I shouldn't reward you after you were so disrespectful, but what the fuck, beating up sissies makes me horny.
Noah leaned over and took the pierced cock in his right hand. He slowly and respectfully put it in his battered mouth, his second cock in an hour.
As the boy pulled on the tattooed cock, Xanthos relaxed. "After you service me, you can clean up this fucking mess you made. Then you can get the fuck out while I go back to sleep. I never move around in the daytime, too bright. And these summer days are so fucking long and tedious."
Xanthos moaned with pleasure. "Didn't take you long to learn what I like. That's a good boy. Good faggot. Here's your reward" and he released another mouthful of strong, bitter cum into the blond boy's suddenly eager mouth.
Noah cleaned off the cock, carefully licking around the piercing. Finally he pulled back, respectfully. "Wake me at ten" Xanthos said. "I'll take you down to the bar and see if we can rent you out again tonight."
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