My Goth Pimp Night 7 justinnewjersey94@yahoo.com
When Noah and Xanthos finally got home late that night, the boy was sore, both from his first tattoo, the garish "Property of Xanthos" that now ruined his once beautiful and previously unmarred chest, and the rough fucking he had endured at the hands of the punk tattooist Draven.
Draven had hurried his work- it wasn't supposed to be a work of art but rather a cattle branding- so he could spend more time fucking the blond teen.
Noah would endure yet another cock up his pussy, this time from his pimp Xanthos, and the piercing in the tip of Xanthos' cock felt like it would tear open the inside of his ass. When the pimp came, there was now so much cum in the boy's ass that it dribbled out. Xanthos pulled the naked teen to his chest and went to sleep. His thick, long black hair mixed in with the boy's wavy blond locks.
The next day they woke about five in the afternoon, Xanthos grumbling about sun light in the mostly darkened apartment. He ordered the boy to make something to eat, and then to prepare for a trick at 8 PM. It turned out to be fairly routine, a guy with a motorcycle in a garage in Queens, who wanted to get sucked off while he sat on it.
Noah received a text around ten telling him to go to a hair salon. It was run by a Goth woman. She called him "hon" and seemed to want to fuck him. Noah wasn't sure. She was about forty and kept touching him in odd places and speaking suggestively. She said that she had been told by Xanthos to die the boy's hair. The right side would be lime green, the other side would stay blond.
She told him the cut would be a sort of Jade Puget look, with the bangs teased off to one side, covering his left eye. When she was done she called in the salon's piercer, and on Xanthos' orders Noah's right ear lobe was impaled and a silver pewter skull earring affixed. It dangled down about an inch. Then the piercer, a gaunt, pasty white guy about thirty with ironed black hair and a ring under his nose, pierced Noah's right nipple before the boy could even react.
Noah screamed and then cursed the piercer, who smacked the teen across the mouth and threatened to hurt him with the equipment. The stylist laughed wickedly, and said "I was going to fuck you, pretty thing, but you were rude to Nico so now get the fuck out of here."
She shoved a silver ring in his tit, splashed rubbing alcohol on both piercings and then started making out with Nico. Noah got up and quickly left.
It was after midnight, and Xanthos had not texted with any further dates, so Noah returned to the bar. On the way back he stopped repeatedly to examine himself in store windows, surreptitiously taking selfies and examining his emerging new look carefully.
His hair was definitely Goth he guessed, even it wasn't black like most of the people in the bar. His earring was cool, he thought, but his tit hurt like crazy where it had been pierced. He wore a black wife beater and the top of his new chest tattoo stuck out above the fabric. He wore black skinny jeans very low, and his Doc Marten's.
When he got to the bar Xanthos was not there, but the two bartenders- one male and one female- kept him in rum and coke all night and both asked if they could fuck him. He kept himself amused by applying and re-applying black, then red, lipstick.
Finally, around five, wasted and horny, he made his way up the back stairs to see about Xanthos. He had texted a few times without any response.
He walked in as "New Boys" by Lust for Youth began to play. The scene was bizarre, even by Xanthos standards. Noah stopped in shock.
A thin emo boy, about Noah's age, with long ironed black hair and heavy makeup, was held upright by Xanthos' cuffs and chains suspended from the ceiling. His ankles were secured by an ankle bar restraint. Only candles lit the room. The boy wore only red bikini panties, almost like a girl. He was gagged and crying.
Xanthos, wearing only his leather jeans, applied a black leather belt to the boy, alternating between soft and hard cracks. The pimp applied the belt to the boy's calves, ass, and back. Noah watched, incredulous. And he knew Xanthos had seen him come in.
"Don't fucking tell me what you will and won't do. You fucking asked me for help. So when I motherfuckin' send you out on a date, you go. You shut your cock sucking mouth and go and do what I tell you. Do. You. Understand. Faggot?" Xanthos punctuated his last remarks with four applications of the belt to the emo's ass.
The emo stared straight at Noah, expecting help. Noah looked down at the floor.
"Maybe I should come back later" he said to the pimp.
"No" Xanthos replied, "I'm going to fuck this queer now, and I want you to blow him while I plow his ass. I want him to experience the good and the bad that I can dole out to good, obedient little faggots."
With that he snapped his fingers at Noah, indicating he should take his place on his knees between the emo's legs. The thin waif was hard, but no more than four inches of boy cock. Noah would have no trouble with that. Xanthos, already behind the effeminate boy, pulled his cock from his leather pants, and began roughly fucking the emo. The boy grunted in pain, but when Noah enveloped the small cock with his now experienced mouth, the kid let his head tilt back in a mix of pleasure and dismay.
"I oughta' rip your skinny, faggot ass with my cock, kid. I hope my piercing is hurting you good. Hopefully you've learned your faggot place if you want to stay here and work for me. You sick, pathetic little queer. " And he bellowed "You cocksucker!" as he came in the boy's ass.
Noah had managed to reach the emo's sweet spot at about the same time, and the thin long haired boy started to spurt his meager load in Noah's mouth. Noah milked it dry, like a good whore, and looked up expectantly at his pimp.
"Untie the bitch and keep her in your room tonight. I'll deal with both of you ungrateful faggot whores tomorrow." Xanthos watched as Noah released the boy. They quickly entered the other bedroom, and Xanthos locked the door from the hall, sealing them in for the night.
Noah helped the emo out of his red bikini panties, and into bed. He stripped down to his Abercrombie boxer briefs and spooned the emo boy. "What's your name anyway?"
"Tristan" the emo replied, as he turned over to kiss Noah. They kissed and kissed and made out and finally fell asleep in each other's arms. Noah, still wanting to cum so badly.
NEXT TIME: Will the boys battle for Xanthos' affections?