Phew! Here is a very long one, and I'm so sorry if it's too long for you!
It's a story about a kid named Jace. He has been through a fucked up life ever since his parents committed suicide, and he was adopted by a gang leader to have him pay back his father’s debt by prostitution and porn acting. Jace’s life is filled with danger and he lives one day at a time wondering when it’ll be his last. He’s only 19 years old, but won’t be released from the mafias grip until he’s about 30 years old. But he knows that he won’t live to see his 25th birthday if he has to continue like he does. He’s a drug addict and is mentally unstable. (Who wouldn’t be?)
But one night a stranger comes up to him and offers him 100 000 dollars for each day he spends with him. That stranger turns out to be Brian Fall, one of the biggest actors in the whole world! Jace accepts the offer and moves temporary in with Brian. But he gets frustrated when Brian won’t go to bed with him. He has no idea why Brian wants to pay 100 000 dollars per day if he doesn’t want to go to bed with him. Instead Brian confuses poor Jace even more by treating him nice, and soon Jace’s feelings makes him scared and panicked.
It’s a very sad story (I like sad stories…) and kind of disgusting too at some points. I don’t really know what I thought when I came up with this story because it was such a long time ago when I began writing it. I recently decided to pick it up again and continue writing it, and here it is! But I do know that the story was suposed to be about taking chances in your life. In this case taking the chance for love before someone else takes that love away from you.
A porn actor meets a famous world renowned actor. Oh my! LOL!
So if you’re bored someday, then here you have something to read!
Enjoy!
A porn actor meets a famous world renowned actor. Oh my! LOL!
So if you’re bored someday, then here you have something to read!
Enjoy!
”Yeah! Just like that! Spread them a little more. Like that! Hold the pose!”
The endless flashing blinding him kept on going like it would never stop. The cool air made his bare skin feel cold, and the spotlights from the ceiling confused this cool air with hot rays. Jace sat there with his legs spread wide while the photographer snapped pictures.
“That’s good! Now change your posture,” the photographer said, and Jace obeyed. “The men who’ll buy the magazines are going to drool like they’ve gone to heaven.”
Jace laughed an arrogant laugh – very characteristic to his character.
“I bet they will. What man has ever turned me down?” he asked with that self-confident smile.
“That’s true. You’re not the biggest gay porn star for nothing,” the photographer chuckled and gave a special blink with his eye to Jace.
Does that prick really think I’ll stoop so low as to offer him my service?, Jace thought disgusted as he watched the almost bald photographer continue taking photos.
The endless flashing blinding him kept on going like it would never stop. The cool air made his bare skin feel cold, and the spotlights from the ceiling confused this cool air with hot rays. Jace sat there with his legs spread wide while the photographer snapped pictures.
“That’s good! Now change your posture,” the photographer said, and Jace obeyed. “The men who’ll buy the magazines are going to drool like they’ve gone to heaven.”
Jace laughed an arrogant laugh – very characteristic to his character.
“I bet they will. What man has ever turned me down?” he asked with that self-confident smile.
“That’s true. You’re not the biggest gay porn star for nothing,” the photographer chuckled and gave a special blink with his eye to Jace.
Does that prick really think I’ll stoop so low as to offer him my service?, Jace thought disgusted as he watched the almost bald photographer continue taking photos.
After the photo shoot for the men’s magazine was over Jace showered and put his clothes on. He wore black and tight jeans, black tank top of punkish style, and a black leather jacket – all from a famous and expensive brand. He had a silver necklace with a skull, some black leather bracelets around his wrists, and silver rings on his thin fingers. His hair was also jet black, but his skin was almost as white as snow. His dark clothing and hair made a strong but beautiful contrast to his fair skin.
“Are you headed out for the clubs?” a man named Marco asked as Jace hurried passed a corner when he was headed to the front door.
Jace stopped in his tracks and stood still for a moment.
“You’re here to check on me? You want the money?” he asked, and Marco laughed like the mafia employee he was.
“You know the rules. Tony wants his money you owe him.”
Jace turned around and stared at Marco like he was shooting daggers from his eyes.
“Correction: The money my father owes him,” he said with an angry tone.
“You’re right. But now your father’s gone, and he used you and your mother as collateral. So what do you expect us to do? Your parents are dead so you’re the last one who we’ll get the money from. And you know what happens to you if you don’t pay up, right?”
Jace felt how a shiver went down his spine. He knew all too well.
“I haven’t done much work outside the studio these last few days. But take what I have. And tell Tony he’ll get the last sum from my photo shoot by tomorrow. I’ll get my payment by then,” Jace said and pulled out his wallet. He took 300 dollars from his wallet and gave them to Marco.
“You’re a good boy. But don’t slack off. You’re just 19 years old. It would be a shame if you wouldn’t get to see at least your 30th birthday.”
“Why 30?” Jace asked, and Marco laughed.
“Because it’s by then you’ll be free from Tony,” he answered and smiled at Jace. “Well, I have to get going.”
Jace heard the door shut behind him after Marco had left the building. He stood there and stared at the floor for a while.
“Are you headed out for the clubs?” a man named Marco asked as Jace hurried passed a corner when he was headed to the front door.
Jace stopped in his tracks and stood still for a moment.
“You’re here to check on me? You want the money?” he asked, and Marco laughed like the mafia employee he was.
“You know the rules. Tony wants his money you owe him.”
Jace turned around and stared at Marco like he was shooting daggers from his eyes.
“Correction: The money my father owes him,” he said with an angry tone.
“You’re right. But now your father’s gone, and he used you and your mother as collateral. So what do you expect us to do? Your parents are dead so you’re the last one who we’ll get the money from. And you know what happens to you if you don’t pay up, right?”
Jace felt how a shiver went down his spine. He knew all too well.
“I haven’t done much work outside the studio these last few days. But take what I have. And tell Tony he’ll get the last sum from my photo shoot by tomorrow. I’ll get my payment by then,” Jace said and pulled out his wallet. He took 300 dollars from his wallet and gave them to Marco.
“You’re a good boy. But don’t slack off. You’re just 19 years old. It would be a shame if you wouldn’t get to see at least your 30th birthday.”
“Why 30?” Jace asked, and Marco laughed.
“Because it’s by then you’ll be free from Tony,” he answered and smiled at Jace. “Well, I have to get going.”
Jace heard the door shut behind him after Marco had left the building. He stood there and stared at the floor for a while.
Eleven more years and then I’ll be free?, he asked himself. Then he sighed and kicked the door open and went out into the chilly winter night and caught a taxi. If it continues like this I may not live to even be 25.
The taxi stopped outside the popular nightclub that his boss (and owner) Tony owned. Tony was a mafia leader, and he had built a big empire of casinos, bars, night clubs and restaurants all over the city.
Jace got in for free because he wasn’t there do dance or drink. He was there to work, but it wasn’t that kind of work the other employees did. As soon as he stepped into the club he immediately caught his eyes on a middle-aged man at the bar. Jace hurried over to the bar, sat down next to the man and ordered a drink. Then he put on his boyish charm and gave the lonely man a smile.
“Why is a hot guy like you sitting here at the bar alone?” he asked. Not that the man was any hotter than the bearded lady at a circus, but money always had the same green color no matter whose wallet it came from.
The man looked at him with surprise and then took a sip from his glass.
“Hot? Me?” he asked awkwardly, and Jace chuckled and smiled his irresistible flirty smile.
“Of course you are! Would I be talking to you if you weren’t?” he asked, and the man took another sip. He was clearly nervous.
“I didn’t realize it was a bar for men that … swing the other way,” he stammered, and Jace laughed again.
“It isn’t. It’s probably just me here who cruises for men here,” he answered. “So, you’re interested in other men?”
The other man stared at Jace for a while, and then he seemed to realize something.
“Excuse me, but are you perhaps Jace Evans, the AV-actor?” he asked surprised, and Jace nodded with his arrogant smile on his lips.
“So you have heard of me? Well, I’m not surprised. A lot of men at your age know my name.”
The older man stared dumbfounded at Jace, like he was looking at a god.
“You have no idea how surprised I am about meeting you here!” the man then exclaimed, and Jace moved closer and whispered right next to the man’s ear:
“Do you want me to put on a private show for you? I’ll service you exactly the way you want. I’m not that cheap, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“Why is a hot guy like you sitting here at the bar alone?” he asked. Not that the man was any hotter than the bearded lady at a circus, but money always had the same green color no matter whose wallet it came from.
The man looked at him with surprise and then took a sip from his glass.
“Hot? Me?” he asked awkwardly, and Jace chuckled and smiled his irresistible flirty smile.
“Of course you are! Would I be talking to you if you weren’t?” he asked, and the man took another sip. He was clearly nervous.
“I didn’t realize it was a bar for men that … swing the other way,” he stammered, and Jace laughed again.
“It isn’t. It’s probably just me here who cruises for men here,” he answered. “So, you’re interested in other men?”
The other man stared at Jace for a while, and then he seemed to realize something.
“Excuse me, but are you perhaps Jace Evans, the AV-actor?” he asked surprised, and Jace nodded with his arrogant smile on his lips.
“So you have heard of me? Well, I’m not surprised. A lot of men at your age know my name.”
The older man stared dumbfounded at Jace, like he was looking at a god.
“You have no idea how surprised I am about meeting you here!” the man then exclaimed, and Jace moved closer and whispered right next to the man’s ear:
“Do you want me to put on a private show for you? I’ll service you exactly the way you want. I’m not that cheap, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
The night was even chillier now than before. Jace came out of the hotel and pulled the jacket tighter around his body so he wouldn’t freeze. Winter was here. He had a terrible taste of semen in his mouth, and he wanted to wash it down with some liquor. His body was tired too, but he knew he couldn’t go home yet. He had to work more.
He heard the buzz from a nearby club and saw the sign. It was a club for alternative people. Guys and girls with punkish hair in many different colors stood outside and smoked and without thinking Jace turned his steps and walked past the punks and in to the club. He paid the entrance fee and then disappeared into the dancing crowd.
He looked around the club which was decorated in red lights and different kinds of tools used in fetishes. He knew it was a bad place to be, but maybe he didn’t need to search for too long before he found another customer?
And before he knew it he got eye contact with a guy who also had black hair. He had piercings on his lips and nose, and he wore a gray top with laces. To that he had some black leather pants with a black leather belt with silver studs. He was very attractive young man, but he had an air around him that made Jace a little cautious.
But he needed to bring in money, and after this guy Jace could go home and rest. So he showed the other guy that he was interested, and he got a nod against the back door as an answer. He held his eyes on the guy and followed him to the door and outside into the cold.
He was immediately pushed up against the brick wall. The mist from their breaths mingled together as they stared at each other. Suddenly Jace got a bad feeling by the look in the other guy’s eyes.
“I think I’ve made a mistake. I have to go,” he said and was about to go back into the club, but the other guy took a tighter grip on his shoulders and pushed him back against the wall.
“I’ll pay you the double if I get to use you as I please,” the other guy said, and Jace stared at him and swallowed hard.
“Do you afford it?”
“I don’t look like it, but I have money,” the punkish guy said, and Jace took a look at the guy’s clothes. They were of a very expensive brand.
“No, you look like it,” he sighed and took a deep breath. He knew he would regret it, but… “Then pay me the first half before we start.”
The other guy laughed, took out his walled and pushed over thousand dollars in Jace’s jacket pocket. “There you go.”
Jace felt the heavy lump of paper money in his jacket. He was immediately overwhelmed by it. It was more than he had asked for.
“Thanks…”
The other guy immediately dropped down to his knees in front of Jace and began unbuttoning his jeans.
“H-hey! Shouldn’t I be the one who… Oh!”
The other guy had taken his member inside his mouth and sucked hard on it. It had been a long time since Jace had been serviced with oral pleasure. He was always treated like a commodity that should do all the pleasuring. So this was a nice change of event and he relaxed a little.
The other guy took a hold of Jace’s hands and moved them behind Jace’s back and then tied them together with his leather choker. He did all this while he sucked on Jace’s member.
“What…? Ow!”
It hurt. The guy must have had a tongue piercing that Jace hadn’t seen. It was sharp and scratched against his now erect member.
“That hurts!” Jace cried out and tried to keep his whimpering under control. “Ah… Ow…! Stop!”
The other guy didn’t listen and continued with his heavy-handed treatment. Jace got tears in his eyes. It hurt but felt good at the same time. At one moment he even liked the hurting – like it was making his reality go numb and disappear for a while.
“Haah! Ah! Mmh! Ow…”
The other guy stopped what he was doing and stood up. He picked a little container from his pocket and poured out white powder on the back of his hand and sniffed it. Jace stared at it and then looked at the guy while he poured another dose on the back of his hand and reached it out to Jace.
“It’s cocaine. You use it, right?” he asked, and Jace nodded and leaned forward to sniff the dose up his nose.
He was a cocaine addict. He loved the intoxication from cocaine. He felt like he could do anything, and he felt a happiness he normally never felt. It was like a break from reality.
“Thanks,” he sighed as he leaned back against the cold wall again and closed his eyes.
“It’ll make the fun much more enjoyable, don’t you think?” the guy asked close to Jace’s ear. “It’s very good quality cocaine, so enjoy it.”
The guy took a hold of Jace’s waist and turned him briskly around and pulled down his jeans. Then Jace could hear the rustle from the other guy’s belt and fly when he opened them.
“Where did you get that cocaine? It’s amazing!” Jace sighed and felt the intoxication take full effect.
The other guy pressed his rock hard member against Jace’s opening.
“I’ll give you the dealers number after we’re done,” he whispered and then pushed his member inside Jace right to the hilt.
“Aaah! Ow! Be careful!” It hurt. The guy behind him was too violent. But he didn’t complain. He had more money in his pocket than he had planned to, and he got free high quality cocaine too. It wasn’t such a bad deal. So he endured it.
Jace felt the heavy lump of paper money in his jacket. He was immediately overwhelmed by it. It was more than he had asked for.
“Thanks…”
The other guy immediately dropped down to his knees in front of Jace and began unbuttoning his jeans.
“H-hey! Shouldn’t I be the one who… Oh!”
The other guy had taken his member inside his mouth and sucked hard on it. It had been a long time since Jace had been serviced with oral pleasure. He was always treated like a commodity that should do all the pleasuring. So this was a nice change of event and he relaxed a little.
The other guy took a hold of Jace’s hands and moved them behind Jace’s back and then tied them together with his leather choker. He did all this while he sucked on Jace’s member.
“What…? Ow!”
It hurt. The guy must have had a tongue piercing that Jace hadn’t seen. It was sharp and scratched against his now erect member.
“That hurts!” Jace cried out and tried to keep his whimpering under control. “Ah… Ow…! Stop!”
The other guy didn’t listen and continued with his heavy-handed treatment. Jace got tears in his eyes. It hurt but felt good at the same time. At one moment he even liked the hurting – like it was making his reality go numb and disappear for a while.
“Haah! Ah! Mmh! Ow…”
The other guy stopped what he was doing and stood up. He picked a little container from his pocket and poured out white powder on the back of his hand and sniffed it. Jace stared at it and then looked at the guy while he poured another dose on the back of his hand and reached it out to Jace.
“It’s cocaine. You use it, right?” he asked, and Jace nodded and leaned forward to sniff the dose up his nose.
He was a cocaine addict. He loved the intoxication from cocaine. He felt like he could do anything, and he felt a happiness he normally never felt. It was like a break from reality.
“Thanks,” he sighed as he leaned back against the cold wall again and closed his eyes.
“It’ll make the fun much more enjoyable, don’t you think?” the guy asked close to Jace’s ear. “It’s very good quality cocaine, so enjoy it.”
The guy took a hold of Jace’s waist and turned him briskly around and pulled down his jeans. Then Jace could hear the rustle from the other guy’s belt and fly when he opened them.
“Where did you get that cocaine? It’s amazing!” Jace sighed and felt the intoxication take full effect.
The other guy pressed his rock hard member against Jace’s opening.
“I’ll give you the dealers number after we’re done,” he whispered and then pushed his member inside Jace right to the hilt.
“Aaah! Ow! Be careful!” It hurt. The guy behind him was too violent. But he didn’t complain. He had more money in his pocket than he had planned to, and he got free high quality cocaine too. It wasn’t such a bad deal. So he endured it.
After they were done his arms were freed and the other guy put the choker back on around his neck. Then he took out an old receipt and wrote a number on the back of it. Jace buttoned his jeans and then leaned against the wall and sunk down to the ground. His body hurt like hell.
“Here’s the number,” the other guy said and crouched down in front of Jace. He put the receipt between Jace’s lips and then licked his cheek. “Thanks for the fun.” Then he left.
Jace took the receipt from between his lips and looked after the guy who disappeared behind a corner. Then he sighed and closed his eyes. He was still intoxicated by the cocaine, and he didn’t freeze even though it was so cold his breath turned to mist. His body wasn’t tired at all, but it hurt.
“Didn’t your mother teach you not to accept candy from strangers?” a sarcastic voice asked from above Jace’s head. He opened his eyes in shock and turned his head upwards to see the eyes of a very handsome man who leaned against the wall which Jace was leaning his back against. He hadn’t heard the man come.
“Shut up and back away from me. I’m done for tonight,” Jace said with an angry tone. “Did you see everything we did? Fucking pervert…”
The man chuckled and took a few steps back.
“You should choose your customers with more care, Jace Evans. One day you will get killed,” he then said, and Jace laughed.
“By people like you perhaps?” he asked sarcastically.
“More by people like that guy. They are dangerous.”
Jace stared up at the man.
“What the hell do you care? Now get out of my face. I’m done with my work for today. I’m not interested,” he then sighed and stood up and began walking away.
“Not even if I pay you 100 000 dollars for one night?” then man said seriously, and Jace’s whole body froze.
“What did you say?”
The man repeated: “I offer you 100 000 dollars for a night.”
Jace turned around and stared at the man. He was so shocked he didn’t know what to say. If he would get 100 000 dollars just for one night he wouldn’t need to sell his body on the street as often as he did. And he would have some cash for nice meals and maybe new clothes and some entertainment too. He had been working his ass off for weeks now without any rest.
“What do you say, Jace Evans?” the man asked with a smile.
“You’re seriously offering me that much for one night? Do you seriously have that much money to spend on someone like me?” he asked, and the man took some steps closer.
Then he realized who it was. It was the famous actor Brian Fall who had won three Oscars and was now one of the best paid actors in the whole country.
“Y-you’re… Are you…?” Jace’s words were lost in his throat.
“If you do a good job I might even buy you a few nights in a row. You stay at my apartment until I say you can go. You’ll get 100 000 dollars per day. I expect full service from you,” Brian said as his eyes had a very seductive look.
Jace didn’t even need to think before accepting the offer.
“I’ll do it,” he said firmly and Brian smiled and began walking out of the alley.
They came out on the busy street and Brian put some sunglasses on even though it was after midnight. Jace understood it was to cover his identity. Brian wore high quality clothes and he looked like royalty. They reached his car which was parked on a parking lot outside a hotel and then drove through the busy city and to the district where all the wealthy and “important” people of the city lived. They parked the car on the parking inside the building and then took the elevator up to the highest floor. When the doors to the apartment opened Jace stared at something that looked more like a mansion.
“Go on. Step inside,” Brian urged behind him, and Jace took the steps inside and had a look around.
There was dark brown furniture of the most expensive brands you could think of. The walls were creamy white which gave the whole apartment a kind of warm feeling. There was a spiral staircase that was painted gold and led up to the floor above. The room they were seeing now was the living room. To the left Jace could see a big and beautiful kitchen, and to his right he saw a corridor with doors. They were probably offices and storage.
“This is amazing, you know that?” Jace said as he turned around to take a good look of the furniture and decorations. “It looks like royalty lives in here!”
“Well, I’ve always been fond of the classic style. It’s timeless and comfortable,” Brian answered while he was taking his necktie off and unbuttoning his white shirt a little for a more casual feel. “Care for something to drink?”
“Oh! Whatever you’re having,” Jace answered and hurried to the huge TV that stood on a TV-bench. “This is like humongous! It’s almost taller than me!”
Brian laughed from the kitchen where he was preparing the drinks:
“If you are a sports fan then it’s nice to have a big TV so you can see everything that’s happening on the court.”
“So you’re a sports fan, huh? I don’t really care for sports. It seems just stupid when grown men run after a white ball on a grass field and some hooligans are standing close to cheer them on. It has never been my thing,” Jace said while he was inspecting the remote control. “This should do it,” he mumbled and pushed a button, and a newswoman appeared on the screen reporting from a crimes scene where someone had been murdered.
“The victim had been in a dispute with the mafia for a while and was well known to the police. He had borrowed money from the mafia in order to save his small factory from going bankrupt, where he made custom made guns and gun parts. Apparently…”
“Oh, so they got that poor bastard now?” Jace smiled a cynical smile.
“You know who that person is?” Brian asked as he emerged from the kitchen with two glasses in his hand and gave one of them to Jace. “It’s scotch.”
“Thanks. And yes, I know who it is. He has been making trouble for my boss for a while now. I can’t say I’m happy that he’s dead, but it’s kind of funny the way he tried to wriggle out from the mess he made. Aw! The poor bastard got shot in the knees and shoulders before they finally hit him in the head!”
“You think that’s funny?” Brian asked, and Jace shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s what I’m used to. After a while you get immune against dead bodies. I’m just happy it wasn’t me who was killed.”
“Why would your boss kill you? Who is he?”
Jace smiled, took a sip of the scotch and turned around and looked at Brian.
“What, are you an undercover cop on your free time? Want me so spill all the good and yummy info during our pillow talk after the fucking?” He leaned back against a bookshelf and looked at Brian with wanting eyes. “You know, you’re even more handsome in real life.” Then he knocked back all the scotch and then put the glass on the living room table. “So, shall we begin with the fucking so we can continue to the yummy pillow talk?”
Brian laughed.
“Sure. The bedroom’s up the stairs. Get in the shower. I’ll be right up.”
Jace chuckled.
“Yeah, I know. It’s disgusting to touch something that others have used before you. I’ll be sure to wash their touch away.”
Jace headed up the stairs. Brian looked after him as he disappeared up the stairs.
“If you know how I feel about it, then how do you feel?” he asked quietly and knocked back his scotch and picked up Jace’s glass to leave it in the kitchen sink before going up the stairs to where Jace was undressing.
Jace threw his shirt on the floor and then went to the bathroom while he threw a seductive glance over his shoulder at Brian. He put the shower on to a pleasant temperature and then jumped in. It felt so good to shower after the other two customers. It made him feel slightly as human again, and he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall with his forehead. The tiles felt cool against his skin and the warm shower relaxed the muscles.
Brian joined him and pressed himself against Jace’s back. He nibbled at his ears and caressed his whole body with his hands. Jace felt like he was suffocating. There were always hands touching him no matter what he did or where he was. But he had to endure it especially now that he earned himself 100 000 dollars per day in this man’s possession.
“Are we already advancing to the hot action?” Jace smiled as he said it.
“No, but there’s something about your posture that makes you look lonely and sad which also makes me want to touch you,” Brian answered as he kissed Jace’s neck.
Jace chuckled.
“You think so? That’s the first time in a long while I’ve heard that.”
“Maybe you have to be reminded sometimes that you too are human?”
Jace stared up at the man.
“What the hell do you care? Now get out of my face. I’m done with my work for today. I’m not interested,” he then sighed and stood up and began walking away.
“Not even if I pay you 100 000 dollars for one night?” then man said seriously, and Jace’s whole body froze.
“What did you say?”
The man repeated: “I offer you 100 000 dollars for a night.”
Jace turned around and stared at the man. He was so shocked he didn’t know what to say. If he would get 100 000 dollars just for one night he wouldn’t need to sell his body on the street as often as he did. And he would have some cash for nice meals and maybe new clothes and some entertainment too. He had been working his ass off for weeks now without any rest.
“What do you say, Jace Evans?” the man asked with a smile.
“You’re seriously offering me that much for one night? Do you seriously have that much money to spend on someone like me?” he asked, and the man took some steps closer.
Then he realized who it was. It was the famous actor Brian Fall who had won three Oscars and was now one of the best paid actors in the whole country.
“Y-you’re… Are you…?” Jace’s words were lost in his throat.
“If you do a good job I might even buy you a few nights in a row. You stay at my apartment until I say you can go. You’ll get 100 000 dollars per day. I expect full service from you,” Brian said as his eyes had a very seductive look.
Jace didn’t even need to think before accepting the offer.
“I’ll do it,” he said firmly and Brian smiled and began walking out of the alley.
They came out on the busy street and Brian put some sunglasses on even though it was after midnight. Jace understood it was to cover his identity. Brian wore high quality clothes and he looked like royalty. They reached his car which was parked on a parking lot outside a hotel and then drove through the busy city and to the district where all the wealthy and “important” people of the city lived. They parked the car on the parking inside the building and then took the elevator up to the highest floor. When the doors to the apartment opened Jace stared at something that looked more like a mansion.
“Go on. Step inside,” Brian urged behind him, and Jace took the steps inside and had a look around.
There was dark brown furniture of the most expensive brands you could think of. The walls were creamy white which gave the whole apartment a kind of warm feeling. There was a spiral staircase that was painted gold and led up to the floor above. The room they were seeing now was the living room. To the left Jace could see a big and beautiful kitchen, and to his right he saw a corridor with doors. They were probably offices and storage.
“This is amazing, you know that?” Jace said as he turned around to take a good look of the furniture and decorations. “It looks like royalty lives in here!”
“Well, I’ve always been fond of the classic style. It’s timeless and comfortable,” Brian answered while he was taking his necktie off and unbuttoning his white shirt a little for a more casual feel. “Care for something to drink?”
“Oh! Whatever you’re having,” Jace answered and hurried to the huge TV that stood on a TV-bench. “This is like humongous! It’s almost taller than me!”
Brian laughed from the kitchen where he was preparing the drinks:
“If you are a sports fan then it’s nice to have a big TV so you can see everything that’s happening on the court.”
“So you’re a sports fan, huh? I don’t really care for sports. It seems just stupid when grown men run after a white ball on a grass field and some hooligans are standing close to cheer them on. It has never been my thing,” Jace said while he was inspecting the remote control. “This should do it,” he mumbled and pushed a button, and a newswoman appeared on the screen reporting from a crimes scene where someone had been murdered.
“The victim had been in a dispute with the mafia for a while and was well known to the police. He had borrowed money from the mafia in order to save his small factory from going bankrupt, where he made custom made guns and gun parts. Apparently…”
“Oh, so they got that poor bastard now?” Jace smiled a cynical smile.
“You know who that person is?” Brian asked as he emerged from the kitchen with two glasses in his hand and gave one of them to Jace. “It’s scotch.”
“Thanks. And yes, I know who it is. He has been making trouble for my boss for a while now. I can’t say I’m happy that he’s dead, but it’s kind of funny the way he tried to wriggle out from the mess he made. Aw! The poor bastard got shot in the knees and shoulders before they finally hit him in the head!”
“You think that’s funny?” Brian asked, and Jace shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s what I’m used to. After a while you get immune against dead bodies. I’m just happy it wasn’t me who was killed.”
“Why would your boss kill you? Who is he?”
Jace smiled, took a sip of the scotch and turned around and looked at Brian.
“What, are you an undercover cop on your free time? Want me so spill all the good and yummy info during our pillow talk after the fucking?” He leaned back against a bookshelf and looked at Brian with wanting eyes. “You know, you’re even more handsome in real life.” Then he knocked back all the scotch and then put the glass on the living room table. “So, shall we begin with the fucking so we can continue to the yummy pillow talk?”
Brian laughed.
“Sure. The bedroom’s up the stairs. Get in the shower. I’ll be right up.”
Jace chuckled.
“Yeah, I know. It’s disgusting to touch something that others have used before you. I’ll be sure to wash their touch away.”
Jace headed up the stairs. Brian looked after him as he disappeared up the stairs.
“If you know how I feel about it, then how do you feel?” he asked quietly and knocked back his scotch and picked up Jace’s glass to leave it in the kitchen sink before going up the stairs to where Jace was undressing.
Jace threw his shirt on the floor and then went to the bathroom while he threw a seductive glance over his shoulder at Brian. He put the shower on to a pleasant temperature and then jumped in. It felt so good to shower after the other two customers. It made him feel slightly as human again, and he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall with his forehead. The tiles felt cool against his skin and the warm shower relaxed the muscles.
Brian joined him and pressed himself against Jace’s back. He nibbled at his ears and caressed his whole body with his hands. Jace felt like he was suffocating. There were always hands touching him no matter what he did or where he was. But he had to endure it especially now that he earned himself 100 000 dollars per day in this man’s possession.
“Are we already advancing to the hot action?” Jace smiled as he said it.
“No, but there’s something about your posture that makes you look lonely and sad which also makes me want to touch you,” Brian answered as he kissed Jace’s neck.
Jace chuckled.
“You think so? That’s the first time in a long while I’ve heard that.”
“Maybe you have to be reminded sometimes that you too are human?”
That startled Jace. He turned around and stared at Brian with blaming eyes.
“Look who’s talking. You are no different from the other customers. You pay me for my body too, so don’t start talking about how you see me as a human, because you don’t.”
Brian gave a cynical smile and caressed Jace over his right chin.
“Getting angry now, are we?”
Jace stared at him for a while and then sighed. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He dropped down on to his knees and caressed Brian’s thighs with his hands while he looked up at the man in front of him. “Let me make it up to you.”
He opened his mouth and began licking over Brian’s manhood. It was still soft but after each lick Jace could feel that it began to grow harder. He kissed and sucked on the tip for a while and made his best efforts so that he would hear Brian’s moans. And he got to hear them. It sounded like Brian enjoyed it and fingers buried themselves in Jace’s hair to hold his head in place. He opened his mouth even more and let the now rock hard member inside. He sucked on it and felt the taste of semen spreading in his mouth.
He was professional at it. He had done it for such a long time that it was almost like breathing for him. He knew how to do it, where to do what and how hard to make the other one feel bliss.
It didn’t take long when he felt the twitching in Brian’s member that signaled him that he was just about to come, and he pulled the member out and rubbed it until fluids hit his face. After he had squeezed out the last drop he licked Brian’s member clean and then stood up to smile at Brian while he swept away the semen from his face with his fingers and licked them clean.
“You taste good,” he said and then pushed himself against Brian to seduce him even more. Brian put his arms over Jace’s shoulders. “Ready for something more enjoyable?” he then asked, but got surprised when something rubbed against his back and a nice smell filled his nostrils. “What are you doing?”
“Washing your back,” Brian answered and continued rubbing the soapy sponge across Jace’s back.
Jace began to laugh as he hugged Brian closer: “You’re a weird one.”
“Try more like a gentleman. You gave me very enjoyable service. I should give something back as thank you.”
“Look who’s talking. You are no different from the other customers. You pay me for my body too, so don’t start talking about how you see me as a human, because you don’t.”
Brian gave a cynical smile and caressed Jace over his right chin.
“Getting angry now, are we?”
Jace stared at him for a while and then sighed. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He dropped down on to his knees and caressed Brian’s thighs with his hands while he looked up at the man in front of him. “Let me make it up to you.”
He opened his mouth and began licking over Brian’s manhood. It was still soft but after each lick Jace could feel that it began to grow harder. He kissed and sucked on the tip for a while and made his best efforts so that he would hear Brian’s moans. And he got to hear them. It sounded like Brian enjoyed it and fingers buried themselves in Jace’s hair to hold his head in place. He opened his mouth even more and let the now rock hard member inside. He sucked on it and felt the taste of semen spreading in his mouth.
He was professional at it. He had done it for such a long time that it was almost like breathing for him. He knew how to do it, where to do what and how hard to make the other one feel bliss.
It didn’t take long when he felt the twitching in Brian’s member that signaled him that he was just about to come, and he pulled the member out and rubbed it until fluids hit his face. After he had squeezed out the last drop he licked Brian’s member clean and then stood up to smile at Brian while he swept away the semen from his face with his fingers and licked them clean.
“You taste good,” he said and then pushed himself against Brian to seduce him even more. Brian put his arms over Jace’s shoulders. “Ready for something more enjoyable?” he then asked, but got surprised when something rubbed against his back and a nice smell filled his nostrils. “What are you doing?”
“Washing your back,” Brian answered and continued rubbing the soapy sponge across Jace’s back.
Jace began to laugh as he hugged Brian closer: “You’re a weird one.”
“Try more like a gentleman. You gave me very enjoyable service. I should give something back as thank you.”
Jace got startled again. Why was Brian acting so nice to him? He was just a whore, nothing more.
Why is he acting so weird?, he thought and stood there and let Brian wash his body.
After the shower they dried themselves and Brian left the bathroom before Jace. Jace dried his hair and combed it with his fingers to straight it out a little, and after that he stepped out of the bathroom all naked and stared at Brian while he was picking up Jace’s clothes from the floor. The bed covers had been pulled off already and the bed was ready.
“Hey. Are we going to do this or what?” Jace asked, and Brian folded the shirt he held in his hands.
Why is he acting so weird?, he thought and stood there and let Brian wash his body.
After the shower they dried themselves and Brian left the bathroom before Jace. Jace dried his hair and combed it with his fingers to straight it out a little, and after that he stepped out of the bathroom all naked and stared at Brian while he was picking up Jace’s clothes from the floor. The bed covers had been pulled off already and the bed was ready.
“Hey. Are we going to do this or what?” Jace asked, and Brian folded the shirt he held in his hands.
“Get on the bed,” he answered, and Jace sighed and did as he was told.
The intoxication from the cocaine had worn out and Jace felt a little irritated. It was a typical side effect from the drug. He went to the bed with confused thoughts in his head and when he lay down Brian lay down next to him, pulled the covers up over them both and pulled Jace into his arms. Then the room went silent.
Jace was so confused. What was Brian Fall doing, and why?
“Um… What are we doing?” Jace asked, and Brian took a deep breath:
“When you lie in bed and close your eyes you usually sleep, right?”
Jace sat up and stared angrily at Brian.
“Are you toying with me?”
Brian opened his eyes and stared at Jace with a superior look in his eyes.
“Aren’t you one; a toy?” he asked, and Jace felt like his head was about to explode and his body went hot with anger.
“Sure… A toy. Then toy with me already! We’re just sleeping!” he spat out and stood up from the bed. “Maybe you can’t get it up because you’re too old?”
“Too old? I’m 32,” Brian laughed, but Jace didn’t listen.
He took his jeans and pulled out a little zip bag with some pills in it. The moment Brian saw it he stood up from the bed and hurried to grab the small zip bag from Jace.
“Hey!”
“Are you going to use drugs at my house just like that?” Brian said with higher voice than normally. He was very angry.
“What gives?! I have to take them! Give them back!” Jace yelled back.
“You’re not going to use drugs in this house! I’m sorry but you have to manage without them while you’re here.” Brian walked into the bathroom and opened the lid to the toilet.
“NO! DON’T!” Jace ran after him in panic. “Please! Don’t throw them away! Give them back!”
Brian stared at Jace with disgust, but Jace didn’t pay it any attention. He was used to that look.
“Why? So you can get stoned?”
Jace couldn’t look Brian in the eyes. He had to tell him the truth.
“They aren’t that kind of drugs. They aren’t illegal. That’s what the doctor has prescribed.”
Brian hesitated to throw them.
“What are they for?” he asked quietly, and Jace took a deep breath and sighed as he combed his fingers through his jet black hair and stared at the floor.
“They are my antidepressant and anxiolytic pills. They are the only things that keep me from going insane. I always carry a dose with me if I need them in an emergency or if I end up sleeping at a customer’s place. It is very important that I take them regularly.”
Brian stared at him for a few seconds, but decided to finally give them back and held them out for Jace to take.
“I’m sorry. If I had known I wouldn’t have stopped you.” He was a little ashamed. The atmosphere was awkward.
“It’s okay…” Jace took out the pills and used a glass that stood next to the sink and filled it with water and then swallowed the pills.
“You really have to take them?” Brian asked, and Jace smiled a sad smile.
“Being what I am is hard and it slowly breaks you down to nothing. I’ve been in this business longer than I can remember. It’s all I know. After a while you’re slowly going insane by all the touching and how you’re treated. There’s no love or compassion in the world where I live.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Jace looked up at Brian and gave him a warm smile. This time it was Brian who got startled. He couldn’t believe that Jace could give him that kind of smile. Jace had been acting like an arrogant brat until now, but there was something very grown-up and mature in his eyes.
Maybe he’s not that brat he purports to be?
“What? You thought a whore wants to be, and enjoys being a whore?” Jace laughed and then sighed. “Shall we go to bed again? I’ve had a long day.”
“Sure. Let’s get some sleep,” Brian answered and followed Jace to the bed and lay down on it next to him. He put his arm around Jace’s body and hugged him close. Jace didn’t say or do anything, and soon they both fell asleep.
The morning came and Jace woke up feeling relaxed and he had had a very good night’s sleep. He yawned and then opened his eyes. He looked up at the white ceiling and blinked a few times before he turned his head to the side where he expected a sleeping Brian fall into view. But the bed was empty.
He sat up and looked around the bedroom, and suddenly he noticed that there was a faint smell of something sweet drifting up from the lower floor. Jace sighed and stood up from the bed and was about to put his clothes on, but they were gone.
“Where the hell…?” he asked himself as he wondered where his clothes had disappeared. He looked around the room searching for his clothes, but instead he found a pile of cloth on the chair next to the bed. They were creamy white and looked like a pajamas.
Jace dressed himself in the pajamas and then went down the stairs to search for Brian. He found him in the kitchen cooking something.
“God morning. Did you sleep well?” Brian asked as he saw Jace come into the kitchen.
“Your bed is amazing. It was so soft and comfortable that I didn’t even realize that I’d fallen asleep. And I haven’t felt this relaxed in ages.”
Brian smiled at Jace’s answer.
“You slept like a baby through the whole night. You were kind of cute,” he said, and Jace felt how his face got hot. “While you slept you didn’t look like you could have that kind of nasty personality you had yesterday.”
Jace got startled and stared at Brian for a while as he fried some eggs in the frying pan. Then he sighed.
“You know that’s not the real me. My nasty personality is a way to keep me from getting hurt.”
His voice was weak but very mature.
“I know that.” Brian loaded the fried eggs on two plates which already had three stripes of bacon on them and two slices of toast. “The way you acted when you told me about the pills revealed your true self and I understood your way of acting.” He served the plates on the table in the dining room and then turned to look at Jace where he stood in the doorway to the kitchen. “I just want you to feel relaxed here at my place, and trust me.”
Jace smiled a sad smile and hugged himself like he was freezing.
“I can’t trust anybody, not even myself.”
“Then maybe you should just try to let go at least this time and just trust me. I have no intention or interest in hurting you. So please, just sit down, relax and enjoy a quiet breakfast. You don’t need to feel stressed out today.”
Jace just stared at Brian. He didn’t understand why the man treated him like he did. He was surely confused, but at the same time he felt glad. I can’t remember when I last met someone like him. He stepped into the dining room and sat down on the chair in front of the plate. He took up the fork which lay next to it, and took a bite of the fried egg. It was perfectly cooked. It’s as perfect as the man who made it, he thought and smiled vaguely. The thought made him want to laugh though. To compare a fried egg to a human being was kind of bizarre.
“So what’s your plan for today? Still don’t want to do what you paid me for?” Jace asked as he tasted the bacon.
Brian sat down on the other side of the table in front of his plate.
“I didn’t pay you to sleep with me if you think that.”
“Then what?”
“I just felt sorry for you as I saw you in that alley with the punk all over you.”
Something should have broken inside him after hearing something like that, but Jace didn’t have any pride left. He knew Brian didn’t mean it as an insult, but it still sounded like one – like he was scolding Jace for selling himself to that punk. The man’s words didn’t sting at all, and that made Jace feel sad. It was like he wasn’t human anymore. Or maybe he just wasn’t?
He sat up and looked around the bedroom, and suddenly he noticed that there was a faint smell of something sweet drifting up from the lower floor. Jace sighed and stood up from the bed and was about to put his clothes on, but they were gone.
“Where the hell…?” he asked himself as he wondered where his clothes had disappeared. He looked around the room searching for his clothes, but instead he found a pile of cloth on the chair next to the bed. They were creamy white and looked like a pajamas.
Jace dressed himself in the pajamas and then went down the stairs to search for Brian. He found him in the kitchen cooking something.
“God morning. Did you sleep well?” Brian asked as he saw Jace come into the kitchen.
“Your bed is amazing. It was so soft and comfortable that I didn’t even realize that I’d fallen asleep. And I haven’t felt this relaxed in ages.”
Brian smiled at Jace’s answer.
“You slept like a baby through the whole night. You were kind of cute,” he said, and Jace felt how his face got hot. “While you slept you didn’t look like you could have that kind of nasty personality you had yesterday.”
Jace got startled and stared at Brian for a while as he fried some eggs in the frying pan. Then he sighed.
“You know that’s not the real me. My nasty personality is a way to keep me from getting hurt.”
His voice was weak but very mature.
“I know that.” Brian loaded the fried eggs on two plates which already had three stripes of bacon on them and two slices of toast. “The way you acted when you told me about the pills revealed your true self and I understood your way of acting.” He served the plates on the table in the dining room and then turned to look at Jace where he stood in the doorway to the kitchen. “I just want you to feel relaxed here at my place, and trust me.”
Jace smiled a sad smile and hugged himself like he was freezing.
“I can’t trust anybody, not even myself.”
“Then maybe you should just try to let go at least this time and just trust me. I have no intention or interest in hurting you. So please, just sit down, relax and enjoy a quiet breakfast. You don’t need to feel stressed out today.”
Jace just stared at Brian. He didn’t understand why the man treated him like he did. He was surely confused, but at the same time he felt glad. I can’t remember when I last met someone like him. He stepped into the dining room and sat down on the chair in front of the plate. He took up the fork which lay next to it, and took a bite of the fried egg. It was perfectly cooked. It’s as perfect as the man who made it, he thought and smiled vaguely. The thought made him want to laugh though. To compare a fried egg to a human being was kind of bizarre.
“So what’s your plan for today? Still don’t want to do what you paid me for?” Jace asked as he tasted the bacon.
Brian sat down on the other side of the table in front of his plate.
“I didn’t pay you to sleep with me if you think that.”
“Then what?”
“I just felt sorry for you as I saw you in that alley with the punk all over you.”
Something should have broken inside him after hearing something like that, but Jace didn’t have any pride left. He knew Brian didn’t mean it as an insult, but it still sounded like one – like he was scolding Jace for selling himself to that punk. The man’s words didn’t sting at all, and that made Jace feel sad. It was like he wasn’t human anymore. Or maybe he just wasn’t?
Jace laughed at Brian’s words.
“So you decided to pay me a fortune just because you felt sorry for me? That’s pretty generous of you,” he said with a sad smile.
“Is there a problem with that?” Brian asked, and Jace shook his head.
“You pay me for my service. Then how I’ll serve you is up to you. If you want me to sit in your lap like a good little puppy while you watch TV, then I’ll do that.”
Brian smiled a mischievous smile.
“Sounds like fun.”
“But,” Jace said. “If you want me to stay here for a longer period of time, then I must go back to my place for my medicine. I can’t function without them.”
“Then we’ll fetch them after breakfast. I’ll drive you.”
After the breakfast Brian drove Jace to the bad parts of town where criminality was high and the streets were filled with drugs and weapons, gang fights and other dangerous things. Brian parked the car outside the building and paid a kid to watch over his car while he and Jace went up the long flight of stairs to Jace’s apartment. He had promised more money to the kid if the kid did his job, which guaranteed that the car wouldn’t come in harm’s way.
Jace opened the door and headed to the bedroom to get his medicine and some change of clothes. Brian examined the apartment and felt how his heart sunk in his chest. The apartment – along with the building – was rundown and shabby. Jace didn’t own much of furniture and the walls were all painted white. The paint was old and it had cracks everywhere. No painting or anything else hung on the walls.
He followed Jace to the bedroom, and it was a total mess. He could see bottles and bags which most certainly had contained drugs and clothes were thrown all over the room. The bed was made up of an spring madras without a bedframe which stood in a corner. Jace dug around the piles of clothes on the floor next to the madras.
“Damn, I know I put them somewhere here,” he mumbled as he threw clothes around the room. “Ah! There they are!”
He pulled out a black and small bag and opened it to check inside that the medicine was there. Then he looked up at Brian.
“Got them. Shall we leave?” he asked, and Brian nodded.
They spent the drive home to Brian in silence, and when they got inside Brian’s apartment Jace hurried to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water and then took his pills. Brian felt a sting in his heart as he watched the kid swallow all those pills like they were candy.
“You really live in that dump?” Brian asked, and Jace put down the empty glass on the counter.
“It’s the apartment I got from my boss. I can’t afford better even if I wanted to. I have to pay all my expenses with the money I make.”
Something occurred to Brian as he heard Jace’s words.
“Why do you work for him? What do you gain from it?” he asked, and Jace stared dumfounded at Brian.
“What do you mean? It has nothing to do with you.”
Brian sighed.
“Listen. I’m paying you 100 000 dollar per day, so I think you owe me an answer for my questions.”
“So you decided to pay me a fortune just because you felt sorry for me? That’s pretty generous of you,” he said with a sad smile.
“Is there a problem with that?” Brian asked, and Jace shook his head.
“You pay me for my service. Then how I’ll serve you is up to you. If you want me to sit in your lap like a good little puppy while you watch TV, then I’ll do that.”
Brian smiled a mischievous smile.
“Sounds like fun.”
“But,” Jace said. “If you want me to stay here for a longer period of time, then I must go back to my place for my medicine. I can’t function without them.”
“Then we’ll fetch them after breakfast. I’ll drive you.”
After the breakfast Brian drove Jace to the bad parts of town where criminality was high and the streets were filled with drugs and weapons, gang fights and other dangerous things. Brian parked the car outside the building and paid a kid to watch over his car while he and Jace went up the long flight of stairs to Jace’s apartment. He had promised more money to the kid if the kid did his job, which guaranteed that the car wouldn’t come in harm’s way.
Jace opened the door and headed to the bedroom to get his medicine and some change of clothes. Brian examined the apartment and felt how his heart sunk in his chest. The apartment – along with the building – was rundown and shabby. Jace didn’t own much of furniture and the walls were all painted white. The paint was old and it had cracks everywhere. No painting or anything else hung on the walls.
He followed Jace to the bedroom, and it was a total mess. He could see bottles and bags which most certainly had contained drugs and clothes were thrown all over the room. The bed was made up of an spring madras without a bedframe which stood in a corner. Jace dug around the piles of clothes on the floor next to the madras.
“Damn, I know I put them somewhere here,” he mumbled as he threw clothes around the room. “Ah! There they are!”
He pulled out a black and small bag and opened it to check inside that the medicine was there. Then he looked up at Brian.
“Got them. Shall we leave?” he asked, and Brian nodded.
They spent the drive home to Brian in silence, and when they got inside Brian’s apartment Jace hurried to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water and then took his pills. Brian felt a sting in his heart as he watched the kid swallow all those pills like they were candy.
“You really live in that dump?” Brian asked, and Jace put down the empty glass on the counter.
“It’s the apartment I got from my boss. I can’t afford better even if I wanted to. I have to pay all my expenses with the money I make.”
Something occurred to Brian as he heard Jace’s words.
“Why do you work for him? What do you gain from it?” he asked, and Jace stared dumfounded at Brian.
“What do you mean? It has nothing to do with you.”
Brian sighed.
“Listen. I’m paying you 100 000 dollar per day, so I think you owe me an answer for my questions.”
Jace smiled and chuckled: “You play a tough game, mister. Oh well…”
He began to explain why he was in this situation from the beginning. Jace’s father had owned a small factory which was specialized at making custom-made stuff out of metal. In the beginning the business had gone pretty well, and Jace’s parents moved to a bigger house than the one they owned at the moment. Jace was born and the first five years of his life was that of a spoiled child’s. But by the sixth year everything had changed. The business was going slow because of the country’s financial problems, and finally his father had gone bankrupt. He had tried to get a loan from the banks in the city to save his business, but no bank wanted to lend him the money.
“So he contacted the underground loan sharks. In other words my boss,” Jace said and sat down on the couch in the living room. Brian followed him and sat down on the other end of the couch. Jace continued explaining.
Tony – the gang leader – had given Jace’s father the money, but the business was out of hope and had to eventually shut down. Jace’s father couldn’t pay back the money he had loaned, and the mafia began to visit their home with threats in tow. Not long after the bankruptcy Jace’s father committed suicide, and the mafia took Jace and his mother as collateral.
“You can always earn money on a woman and a child, you know. So Tony wanted to prostitute us both to get back the money my father borrowed,” Jace sighed like he was bored by having to explain his life story.
His mother couldn’t handle it, so she followed in her husband’s footsteps and committed suicide as well. Left was an almost seven year old Jace in the hands of the mafia, and he was soon put out as a child prostitute.
“Tony sold me off on an underground auction for the big shots in this country. They all participated via heavily encrypted internet connections, and who ever won would get my virginity. So I was driven to the winner’s location at a high class hotel, and voila! - here I am.”
Brian couldn’t find words to say. He was shocked. The kid he stared at had been working as a prostitute for practically all his life from the age of seven up to this date. That would be about twelve years. Who could be that cruel to a child to sell it off on an auction and force it to continue working like that?
“Who won the auction?” he asked stunned, and Jace smiled as he stood up and closed the distance between him and Brian. He put his hands on Brian’s cheeks and looked him deep into his eyes.
“That is something not any sum of money you offer can buy from me. The secret follows me to my grave.” He then let go of Brian’s cheeks and went to the bar section of the living room. “I need a drink. It’s okay?”
“Sure. Give me one too.”
As Brian listened to the clinking from the glasses and the alcohol pouring into them, he felt an urge to just grab Jace and hug him close. He knew that was bad. He hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. It was by sheer impulse that he had offered Jace the money. He didn’t really know why, but when he had seen Jace and that punk in the alley, something about Jace had struck him hard. He had planned to sleep with him during the first night, but after seeing how desperately Jace acted to keep him from getting hurt, he had changed his mind and decided to just give him a few days peace and quiet.
But then something had struck him again. As he had seen Jace take the pills the other night he had felt really sorry for him. Why? He didn’t know. But now he had began to realize that he wanted to protect the kid. He was surely in need of a savior, or else he wouldn’t survive for too long.
“Jace. How about a movie?” Brian asked, and Jace returned with two glasses of brandy.
“So you can have me sitting in your lap like a puppy?” Jace asked coyly and gave Brian his glass.
“It doesn’t sound that bad, or does it?”
He began to explain why he was in this situation from the beginning. Jace’s father had owned a small factory which was specialized at making custom-made stuff out of metal. In the beginning the business had gone pretty well, and Jace’s parents moved to a bigger house than the one they owned at the moment. Jace was born and the first five years of his life was that of a spoiled child’s. But by the sixth year everything had changed. The business was going slow because of the country’s financial problems, and finally his father had gone bankrupt. He had tried to get a loan from the banks in the city to save his business, but no bank wanted to lend him the money.
“So he contacted the underground loan sharks. In other words my boss,” Jace said and sat down on the couch in the living room. Brian followed him and sat down on the other end of the couch. Jace continued explaining.
Tony – the gang leader – had given Jace’s father the money, but the business was out of hope and had to eventually shut down. Jace’s father couldn’t pay back the money he had loaned, and the mafia began to visit their home with threats in tow. Not long after the bankruptcy Jace’s father committed suicide, and the mafia took Jace and his mother as collateral.
“You can always earn money on a woman and a child, you know. So Tony wanted to prostitute us both to get back the money my father borrowed,” Jace sighed like he was bored by having to explain his life story.
His mother couldn’t handle it, so she followed in her husband’s footsteps and committed suicide as well. Left was an almost seven year old Jace in the hands of the mafia, and he was soon put out as a child prostitute.
“Tony sold me off on an underground auction for the big shots in this country. They all participated via heavily encrypted internet connections, and who ever won would get my virginity. So I was driven to the winner’s location at a high class hotel, and voila! - here I am.”
Brian couldn’t find words to say. He was shocked. The kid he stared at had been working as a prostitute for practically all his life from the age of seven up to this date. That would be about twelve years. Who could be that cruel to a child to sell it off on an auction and force it to continue working like that?
“Who won the auction?” he asked stunned, and Jace smiled as he stood up and closed the distance between him and Brian. He put his hands on Brian’s cheeks and looked him deep into his eyes.
“That is something not any sum of money you offer can buy from me. The secret follows me to my grave.” He then let go of Brian’s cheeks and went to the bar section of the living room. “I need a drink. It’s okay?”
“Sure. Give me one too.”
As Brian listened to the clinking from the glasses and the alcohol pouring into them, he felt an urge to just grab Jace and hug him close. He knew that was bad. He hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. It was by sheer impulse that he had offered Jace the money. He didn’t really know why, but when he had seen Jace and that punk in the alley, something about Jace had struck him hard. He had planned to sleep with him during the first night, but after seeing how desperately Jace acted to keep him from getting hurt, he had changed his mind and decided to just give him a few days peace and quiet.
But then something had struck him again. As he had seen Jace take the pills the other night he had felt really sorry for him. Why? He didn’t know. But now he had began to realize that he wanted to protect the kid. He was surely in need of a savior, or else he wouldn’t survive for too long.
“Jace. How about a movie?” Brian asked, and Jace returned with two glasses of brandy.
“So you can have me sitting in your lap like a puppy?” Jace asked coyly and gave Brian his glass.
“It doesn’t sound that bad, or does it?”
“Not really. Your wish is my command, master,” Jace joked and smiled. He sat down on Brian’s lap and put his arm around the man’s neck. He held his glass in the other hand and took a sip and then whispered in Brian’s ear: “So what kind of movie do you want to see?”
“Any kind you like.”
“Really? Then how about that fancy action movie starring some dude named Fall?” Jace chuckled and stared meaningfully at Brian, and Brian sighed.
“You mean you want to see my latest movie?” Brian asked, and Jace chuckled again.
“I would really like to see your acting, and I’ve wanted to see the movie for a time now but haven’t had time to relax and watch it. So pretty please!”
Brian sighed again. “Do we have to?”
“You said any kind I wanted. And I want that movie. And besides, can you say no to these begging puppy eyes?”
Brian laughed as Jace stared at him with huge sad eyes.
“Okay then. I’ll order some snacks and then we’ll watch it, though I don’t like watching the movies I star in.”
Jace put both arms around Brian’s neck and sniggered happily. “Yay! If I would have a tail it would be flying all over the place. I’m that happy!”
“Whatever floats your boat,” Brian smiled and lightly caressed Jace’s back. “Now, can you just get off of me for a second so I’ll be able to order something from the room service?”
“Is this a hotel?” Jace asked confused.
“No, but these buildings has room service anyway.”
“Wow! Pretty rich aren’t you?”
“Thank the movie we’re going to watch. It has boosted up my fortune even more than necessary.”
The days went by and Jace had called Tony to explain where he was and why. Tony had wanted to talk to Brian, and Jace could hear he had been overjoyed that a rich guy had picked Jace up and paid such a fortune for him. Tony had asked Brian to send the 100 000 directly to Tony’s account very day, and Brian had given his consent to that.
Jace had grown accustomed to Brian and the way he treated him, and to his dismay he had really come to enjoy it. He shouldn’t enjoy it. It was dangerous. Soon Brian would toss him out again and Jace would continue his normal life as a sex worker. He was scared of what it would do to him. Brian was so kind and treated him like a fellow human, and during the nights he just held him in his arms and hugged him close. Brian hadn’t touched Jace in a sexual way during all this time, and it felt like a breather. Jace had grown so sick of fucking around with strangers and regular customers that he was slowly going insane. He was about to reach his breaking point, and what would happen to him after reaching that point he didn’t know. He didn’t even want to think about it.
Tony would definitely order Marco to put a bullet in my head if that happens, or even worse: He would lock me up in a room and let in customers to fuck me instead of letting me walk the streets.
He had been through that before. Once when he had been 14 years old he had gotten enough after an old man had done horrible things to him. He had been so scared that he just couldn’t take it, and he had run away. Little did he know that Marco had put small transmitters into his clothes, and he was soon found sleeping in a staircase to an apartment building. After that he had been locked inside a small room with only a madras and a bathroom, and there he had been forced to accept customers for two whole months. During this time he wasn’t allowed outside of the room at all. The room didn’t even have a window, and his mind had gone numb. He had been in a state of shock and trauma. It had taken months to recover.
But something else had found its way under his skin and right to his chest. He had become to enjoy not only the way Brian treated him, but also Brian himself. He was confused by the feelings, but he didn’t really know what they meant. He just liked to be close to Brian, and he felt an urge to just open up to him. He had also done this and he and Brian had had a lot of discussions about everything between heaven and earth. And to think that he would soon part with the man made him feel sad and angry. He didn’t want to leave.
When almost two weeks had passed he got a phone call from Tony who ordered him to be on the set of a movie shooting. Jace got a heavy feeling in his chest, and he explained to Brian why he had to leave. To his dismay Brian offered to drive him there and wait for him. Jace had insisted that he would use the local traffic to get there and back, and that he would be back before midnight. But Brian didn’t want to hear it.
“But it’s not your kind of movie. Please, just stay home and I’ll be back in a few hours,” Jace had pleaded.
“I don’t mind. I can wait for you at the set. Besides, it’s much faster to go by car than the local traffic. So I’m driving you there,” Brian had persisted.
“Are you going to sit there and watch while a guy fucks me?! Come on, man! Just stay here.”
“No, I’m driving you. That way I can have you back earlier too. I don’t want to stay up waiting for you.”
So Jace didn’t have a choice but to let Brian do as he wanted. He was after all paying him a lot of money, so Jace didn’t have much to say in this discussion.
Jace entered the studio and walked through the corridors he had been walking through ever since he turned 18 years old. He showed Brian the way into the set and there he saw Tony sitting on a brown leather armchair and Marco who sat on the matching couch. The producer and camera crew were talking to them. They were also companied by a group of men in their twenties and thirties. They were probably around twelve or so.
Jace had grown accustomed to Brian and the way he treated him, and to his dismay he had really come to enjoy it. He shouldn’t enjoy it. It was dangerous. Soon Brian would toss him out again and Jace would continue his normal life as a sex worker. He was scared of what it would do to him. Brian was so kind and treated him like a fellow human, and during the nights he just held him in his arms and hugged him close. Brian hadn’t touched Jace in a sexual way during all this time, and it felt like a breather. Jace had grown so sick of fucking around with strangers and regular customers that he was slowly going insane. He was about to reach his breaking point, and what would happen to him after reaching that point he didn’t know. He didn’t even want to think about it.
Tony would definitely order Marco to put a bullet in my head if that happens, or even worse: He would lock me up in a room and let in customers to fuck me instead of letting me walk the streets.
He had been through that before. Once when he had been 14 years old he had gotten enough after an old man had done horrible things to him. He had been so scared that he just couldn’t take it, and he had run away. Little did he know that Marco had put small transmitters into his clothes, and he was soon found sleeping in a staircase to an apartment building. After that he had been locked inside a small room with only a madras and a bathroom, and there he had been forced to accept customers for two whole months. During this time he wasn’t allowed outside of the room at all. The room didn’t even have a window, and his mind had gone numb. He had been in a state of shock and trauma. It had taken months to recover.
But something else had found its way under his skin and right to his chest. He had become to enjoy not only the way Brian treated him, but also Brian himself. He was confused by the feelings, but he didn’t really know what they meant. He just liked to be close to Brian, and he felt an urge to just open up to him. He had also done this and he and Brian had had a lot of discussions about everything between heaven and earth. And to think that he would soon part with the man made him feel sad and angry. He didn’t want to leave.
When almost two weeks had passed he got a phone call from Tony who ordered him to be on the set of a movie shooting. Jace got a heavy feeling in his chest, and he explained to Brian why he had to leave. To his dismay Brian offered to drive him there and wait for him. Jace had insisted that he would use the local traffic to get there and back, and that he would be back before midnight. But Brian didn’t want to hear it.
“But it’s not your kind of movie. Please, just stay home and I’ll be back in a few hours,” Jace had pleaded.
“I don’t mind. I can wait for you at the set. Besides, it’s much faster to go by car than the local traffic. So I’m driving you there,” Brian had persisted.
“Are you going to sit there and watch while a guy fucks me?! Come on, man! Just stay here.”
“No, I’m driving you. That way I can have you back earlier too. I don’t want to stay up waiting for you.”
So Jace didn’t have a choice but to let Brian do as he wanted. He was after all paying him a lot of money, so Jace didn’t have much to say in this discussion.
Jace entered the studio and walked through the corridors he had been walking through ever since he turned 18 years old. He showed Brian the way into the set and there he saw Tony sitting on a brown leather armchair and Marco who sat on the matching couch. The producer and camera crew were talking to them. They were also companied by a group of men in their twenties and thirties. They were probably around twelve or so.
“Ah! There’s our star!” Tony exclaimed as he saw Jace walk in through the door into the set. “And I see you have company too. Is this the rich gentleman who picked you up?”
“Yes, sir,” Jace said with a low voice.
The others in the room immediately began murmuring about Brian. They all knew who he was, and Tony ordered them to be quiet about this. Everyone in the room knew about Tony’s enormous power as a gang leader, and no one dared to defy him.
“Nice meeting you! If I would have known a famous person like you would come to this simple little set I would have pulled out a more luxurious brand of champagne and cigars!” Tony said as he stood up and shook hands with the famous actor.
“No need to do that,” Brian answered and shook Tony’s hand in a friendly manner.
“So you wanted to see our own little star in some real action, huh? He’s not giving you enough?” Tony asked and shot a dark glance at Jace, who flinched.
“Oh, he’s giving me enough. I just wanted to see how he looks like as he acts.” Jace knew Brian didn’t mean it, but it still hurt to hear something like that coming out from between Brian’s lips.
Tony laughed.
“I’m sure you know that his acting can’t be compared to your superior skills. Though I must say he’s pretty impressive as a porn actor. He’s not the best in the country for nothing you know.”
“That’s why I wanted to see his acting in real life.”
Jace got sick of hearing their discussion about his porn acting skills. He knew Brian just played along so that Tony wouldn’t get angry at Jace afterwards, but he still didn’t like it. He just wanted to curl up to a ball and cover his ears, but tried to endure the humiliation. He was surprised to the fact that he actually could still feel humiliation. He had been through so much that he had grown accustomed to the humiliation and abasement. But now it really felt like a hurtful sting deep down in his heart.
“Shall we get started? This’ll be a long one today!” the producer exclaimed to the crew, and everyone concurred. “So this time it’ll be a gangbang. Please, Jace, remember not to look pained in anyway. You know the rules about your consent to that kind of sex scene?”
“Yeah, I know,” Jace answered and shuddered because of the mortification of having Brian there seeing everything. He looked at Brian who had been showed to the leather sofa and was talking with Tony. Please go home. I don’t want you to see me like this, he thought and sighed heavily.
It was really important that it didn’t look like the other guys were forcing Jace during the shooting. If it would seem as he was being raped or hurt in any way, he would be endangering the whole crew and studio because of an eventual charge of being raped.
“Thank you, Jace! Take your positions then!” the director yelled, and everyone who would be involved in what would be going on in front of the camera retreated to the changing room to undress.
“You ready, Jace? I’ve got a huge present for ya right here!” one of the other actors said jokingly and opened the zipper to his pants. There were always sex jokes going on between the actors and crewmembers. It was a way to relax and make the atmosphere more easygoing.
Normally Jace would have given a bold answer and laughed along with the others, but this time he didn’t have the energy.
“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry,” another guy asked, and Jace gave him a tired smile.
“I’ve been through some shit these past few days, so I’m really tired,” he lied.
“That Brian Fall… Is he a tough customer?” a third asked with a low voice, and Jace took off his shirt and answered:
“No. Or yes. Or I don’t know. Let’s just say that I’ve had my hands full.”
“I heard he’s paying you a ton of money! Is it true?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve heard he lives in a huge apartment in one of those classy apartment buildings. Is that true too?”
“Yeah.”
The questions kept coming and Jace answered them promptly. He didn’t tell more than necessary. They then returned to the set and Jace lay down on the carpet made of fake white animal skin. His eyes met Brian’s who were looking at him without any emotion in his eyes. Jace couldn’t look at him and turned his face away.
“Okay. So just do what you always do in a gangbang, guys. Just remember Jace that the focus will be on you. So try to please as many as you can at the same time. Use your mouth and hands if you can. Let the other guys choose the positions and stuff. Just play along to whatever they want you to do, okay?” the producer said, and Jace nodded.
“It sure is nice to be the plaything. You just go along to whatever we have to come up with,” one of the guys laughed, and Jace smiled – pretending to be amused.
“Yeah. Give me your best shot,” he answered, and the others laughed.
“Oh, you’ll get a lot of ‘shots’ all right,” another said, and the studio laughed again.
“Yes, sir,” Jace said with a low voice.
The others in the room immediately began murmuring about Brian. They all knew who he was, and Tony ordered them to be quiet about this. Everyone in the room knew about Tony’s enormous power as a gang leader, and no one dared to defy him.
“Nice meeting you! If I would have known a famous person like you would come to this simple little set I would have pulled out a more luxurious brand of champagne and cigars!” Tony said as he stood up and shook hands with the famous actor.
“No need to do that,” Brian answered and shook Tony’s hand in a friendly manner.
“So you wanted to see our own little star in some real action, huh? He’s not giving you enough?” Tony asked and shot a dark glance at Jace, who flinched.
“Oh, he’s giving me enough. I just wanted to see how he looks like as he acts.” Jace knew Brian didn’t mean it, but it still hurt to hear something like that coming out from between Brian’s lips.
Tony laughed.
“I’m sure you know that his acting can’t be compared to your superior skills. Though I must say he’s pretty impressive as a porn actor. He’s not the best in the country for nothing you know.”
“That’s why I wanted to see his acting in real life.”
Jace got sick of hearing their discussion about his porn acting skills. He knew Brian just played along so that Tony wouldn’t get angry at Jace afterwards, but he still didn’t like it. He just wanted to curl up to a ball and cover his ears, but tried to endure the humiliation. He was surprised to the fact that he actually could still feel humiliation. He had been through so much that he had grown accustomed to the humiliation and abasement. But now it really felt like a hurtful sting deep down in his heart.
“Shall we get started? This’ll be a long one today!” the producer exclaimed to the crew, and everyone concurred. “So this time it’ll be a gangbang. Please, Jace, remember not to look pained in anyway. You know the rules about your consent to that kind of sex scene?”
“Yeah, I know,” Jace answered and shuddered because of the mortification of having Brian there seeing everything. He looked at Brian who had been showed to the leather sofa and was talking with Tony. Please go home. I don’t want you to see me like this, he thought and sighed heavily.
It was really important that it didn’t look like the other guys were forcing Jace during the shooting. If it would seem as he was being raped or hurt in any way, he would be endangering the whole crew and studio because of an eventual charge of being raped.
“Thank you, Jace! Take your positions then!” the director yelled, and everyone who would be involved in what would be going on in front of the camera retreated to the changing room to undress.
“You ready, Jace? I’ve got a huge present for ya right here!” one of the other actors said jokingly and opened the zipper to his pants. There were always sex jokes going on between the actors and crewmembers. It was a way to relax and make the atmosphere more easygoing.
Normally Jace would have given a bold answer and laughed along with the others, but this time he didn’t have the energy.
“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry,” another guy asked, and Jace gave him a tired smile.
“I’ve been through some shit these past few days, so I’m really tired,” he lied.
“That Brian Fall… Is he a tough customer?” a third asked with a low voice, and Jace took off his shirt and answered:
“No. Or yes. Or I don’t know. Let’s just say that I’ve had my hands full.”
“I heard he’s paying you a ton of money! Is it true?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve heard he lives in a huge apartment in one of those classy apartment buildings. Is that true too?”
“Yeah.”
The questions kept coming and Jace answered them promptly. He didn’t tell more than necessary. They then returned to the set and Jace lay down on the carpet made of fake white animal skin. His eyes met Brian’s who were looking at him without any emotion in his eyes. Jace couldn’t look at him and turned his face away.
“Okay. So just do what you always do in a gangbang, guys. Just remember Jace that the focus will be on you. So try to please as many as you can at the same time. Use your mouth and hands if you can. Let the other guys choose the positions and stuff. Just play along to whatever they want you to do, okay?” the producer said, and Jace nodded.
“It sure is nice to be the plaything. You just go along to whatever we have to come up with,” one of the guys laughed, and Jace smiled – pretending to be amused.
“Yeah. Give me your best shot,” he answered, and the others laughed.
“Oh, you’ll get a lot of ‘shots’ all right,” another said, and the studio laughed again.
There. Now it feels a little better, Jace thought as he heard the director shout “Action!”
As Jace saw one of the actors come closer to kiss him he suddenly heard: “Stop stop!” He shifted his attention to the director. “Jace, you look too tense. Relax and look like you really want him and can’t wait for him to enter you.”
As Jace saw one of the actors come closer to kiss him he suddenly heard: “Stop stop!” He shifted his attention to the director. “Jace, you look too tense. Relax and look like you really want him and can’t wait for him to enter you.”
“I’m sorry…”
Jace took a deep breath and tried to ignore that Brian was watching him from the other side of the room. He heard the director shout “Action!” again, and he turned on his overconfident alter ego and looked welcomingly at the man who approached him. Jace put his arms around the man’s neck and invited him into a kiss.
The whole shooting felt like it took ages. Jace was exhausted after almost two hours of nonstop fucking. His whole body was covered with body fluids from the other men, and his jaw and throat hurt after all the sucking. He was about to collapse as the last man shot his load into his body, and after the director had shouted “Cut! That’s a wrap!” he lay down on the floor and heaved a deep sigh. His whole body was aching and his mouth and throat was dry from all the moaning and panting.
“Are you okay? Shall I help you up?” one of the actors asked, but Jace shook his head.
“I have to rest for a while. You go ahead and shower,” he answered and closed his eyes. He was on the brink of tears. Brian had seen everything and even though Jace had tried to ignore him he still had gotten eye contact with him during the shoot. He almost couldn’t handle the burning humiliation.
Why do I feel like this? This is not like me at all!, he thought and covered his face with his hands to try to come to his senses.
“How are you feeling?” a voice asked right next to him, and Jace opened his eyes and stared up at Brian.
“I’m fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
“You sure? You look sad.”
Jace smiled and sat up carefully.
“No, I’m okay. It’s just that I haven’t had sex for a while, and suddenly I have to fuck 12 guys in a row. It’s like a record for me. I guess the producer wanted to make a hard core movie to sell to those horny bastards who buys them.”
Jace’s voice sounded ragged.
“Come. Let’s get you clean and then I’ll drive us back home so you can rest.”
Jace sighed again and looked down at the fake fur between his legs.
“You know – you’re too nice to me. And I don’t even understand why.” Jace laughed and tried to stand up from the floor, but his legs protested and he was about to collapse back to the floor when Brian took a hold of his arm to support him. That instant Jace felt a horrible self-disgust and panicked. He shook Brian’s hand off of him and took hold of the wall to support him instead.
“Don’t touch me!” he shouted angrily and pressed himself against the wall.
In a flash something hit him across his face, and when his sight recovered from the blow to his cheek he saw Tony in front of him. The older man stared at Jace with a furious look.
“Are you okay? Shall I help you up?” one of the actors asked, but Jace shook his head.
“I have to rest for a while. You go ahead and shower,” he answered and closed his eyes. He was on the brink of tears. Brian had seen everything and even though Jace had tried to ignore him he still had gotten eye contact with him during the shoot. He almost couldn’t handle the burning humiliation.
Why do I feel like this? This is not like me at all!, he thought and covered his face with his hands to try to come to his senses.
“How are you feeling?” a voice asked right next to him, and Jace opened his eyes and stared up at Brian.
“I’m fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
“You sure? You look sad.”
Jace smiled and sat up carefully.
“No, I’m okay. It’s just that I haven’t had sex for a while, and suddenly I have to fuck 12 guys in a row. It’s like a record for me. I guess the producer wanted to make a hard core movie to sell to those horny bastards who buys them.”
Jace’s voice sounded ragged.
“Come. Let’s get you clean and then I’ll drive us back home so you can rest.”
Jace sighed again and looked down at the fake fur between his legs.
“You know – you’re too nice to me. And I don’t even understand why.” Jace laughed and tried to stand up from the floor, but his legs protested and he was about to collapse back to the floor when Brian took a hold of his arm to support him. That instant Jace felt a horrible self-disgust and panicked. He shook Brian’s hand off of him and took hold of the wall to support him instead.
“Don’t touch me!” he shouted angrily and pressed himself against the wall.
In a flash something hit him across his face, and when his sight recovered from the blow to his cheek he saw Tony in front of him. The older man stared at Jace with a furious look.
“Don’t you ever talk to a customer like that, you little piece of shit! Remember your place!” he growled, and Jace stared at Tony with terrified eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” he said quietly, and Tony turned around against Brian to apologize for Jace’s behavior.
After Brian brought them back to his place Jace stood at the front door and didn’t take his shoes off. He stared at the floor with his beautiful jet black bangs covering his face. He wanted to cry.
“Are you coming in?” Brian asked, but Jace didn’t reply. “You can go lie down in the bedroom if you want. I understand that you’re tired after today.” Jace still didn’t reply but took his shoes off and went upstairs to the bedroom.
He hurried to take his medicine. His hands were shaking as he opened the lid to the small can and took out several pills. He didn’t want to kill himself. He just wanted to make the mental pain go away. So he decided to overdose. He didn’t think straight and was desperate. Tears were already flowing down his cheeks, and he was afraid of his tears. He didn’t like to cry. He was scared of crying because he felt that when he cried he was weak and helpless – and that feeling gave him panicked feelings. Those feelings became even more suffocating if someone would see him crying, and Brian would soon come up to sleep. So he had to stop crying so that Brian wouldn’t see him like that.
I can’t let him see me like this! I’ll die if he does!, he thought and was just about to swallow a handful of pills.
“Hey! Stop that!” he heard Brian’s voice from the door-opening, and suddenly the pills flew across the bed and he was pulled into a warm embrace. “Don’t overdose! Are you crazy?!”
“I-I’m … sorry… I just…”
“It’s okay. Just calm down. I’m here,” Brian whispered.
Jace broke down to a cry and he hugged Brian’s broad back with desperation. He sobbed like a child, and Brian held him like a loving parent and caressed him over his back. Jace didn’t remember the feeling of his father hugging him, but he knew it must have felt something like this.
His heart was beating like crazy and his whole body ached from not only the exhaustion from the shoot, but also from the crazy emotions which were beyond his control.
He was scared.
“I’m so sorry! I know I shouldn’t feel like this but I still do. It hurts! God, it hurts!” Jace cried, and Brian hugged him even tighter.
He was scared.
“I’m so sorry! I know I shouldn’t feel like this but I still do. It hurts! God, it hurts!” Jace cried, and Brian hugged him even tighter.
“How do you feel?”
“I hate myself and my life. I want to stay with you, but I can’t. I know you’ll just toss me away after you’re finished with me, and I have to return to my old ways. But I don’t want that! I really don’t! And I’m so sorry for feeling like this. I know I shouldn’t.”
Brian didn’t say a word, and Jace was afraid that Brian would toss him out tomorrow morning because of his breakdown. That thought made him cry even more.
After Jace had taken his normal dose of the medicines and fallen asleep in Brian’s arms, Brian picked up his cell phone and stared at it for a while before calling someone up.
In the morning Jace woke up alone on the bed. He sighed and dressed, and with heavy steps he picked up all his stuff in the room and packed them down into his bag which he had brought with him after he started living temporarily at Brian’s place. He knew he would be tossed out today, and when he was finished with the packing he went downstairs and walked right passed Brian to the front door and put his shoes on.
“And where are you going?” Brian asked as he put a plate of fried egg and bacon on the dining room table.
“You’re throwing me out, right?” Jace asked. “You’re finished with me?”
“Have I told you that?” Brian asked, and Jace sighed.
“Cut the crap. You’ve seen how unstable I am. Why the hell would you want me to stay here after all that happened yesterday?” he asked, and Brian closed the distance between them and looked at him.
“You know, I called Tony last night after you fell asleep. And we had a tough discussion with each other,” Brian began to explain.
“Oh. You want your money back? I understand,” Jace sighed. Tony will beat the shit out of me because of this, he thought.
“No, not really. You see, I became so attached to this kid who I found in an alley a few weeks ago. And last night he practically confessed to me. So I called Tony and talked to him.”
Jace stared confused at Brian.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, and Brian came so close that Jace backed into the door behind him. Brian leaned closer.
“You remember that action movie you wanted to watch? You know that it gave me more money that I don’t know what to do with, and now I found a way to spend them. I sent them to Tony,” he said and gave Jace a small smile. “Jace – you’re free from your father’s debt.”
“W-what…?”
Jace stared dumbfounded at Brian.
“You’re free. You don’t have to work on the streets anymore. You don’t need to sell your body or star in a porn movie anymore. After what I saw yesterday on the shoot and how you sobbed in my arms – I just couldn’t let you go through that again,” Brian explained.
“I’m free?” Jace asked.
“You’re free to do what you want. I don’t want you to pay back the money which I used to buy your freedom from Tony. Consider it as a gift. Now you can choose to go out through that door, or you can stay here with me. It’s your choice.”
“I can … decide what to do? You’re not going to tell me what to do? No forcing?” Jace asked in shock, and Brian shook his head.
“You are to decide what you want to do from here on.”
Jace couldn’t breathe. He was so shocked that all he could see was light and shadows. His eyes didn’t focus on anything, and everything was just a blur. Without knowing exactly what he was doing he opened the door and ran down the corridor against the elevator which would lead him down to the entrance. He entered it and he soon ran out into the winter sun.
Brian stared at the empty corridor in front of him. So Jace took off. It hurt to see Jace run off like that, but at the same time he was happy for him. He was free now. The kid didn’t need to go through hell anymore. Not that he knew how Jace would survive on the streets now that he didn’t have a protector or a job, but if that was what Jace wanted to do, then Brian didn’t have a say in that. Jace was free.
Brian stared at the empty corridor in front of him. So Jace took off. It hurt to see Jace run off like that, but at the same time he was happy for him. He was free now. The kid didn’t need to go through hell anymore. Not that he knew how Jace would survive on the streets now that he didn’t have a protector or a job, but if that was what Jace wanted to do, then Brian didn’t have a say in that. Jace was free.
Brian sighed heavily and closed the door. Suddenly the apartment felt cold and empty without Jace. He had really grown to love that kid, and he had expected Jace to throw himself around Brian’s neck and kiss him in gratitude. But now he had run off. He sat down at the dining room table and stared at Jace’s plate with the fried eggs and bacon.
“Damn it!” he cursed and threw the glass with juice across the room. It hit the wall and juice and glass rained down on the floor.
That evening he was about to go to a bar and just get wasted. Being heartbroken hurt him. After hearing Jace confess his feelings last night he had been sure that Jace would choose to stay with him. Instead he found himself alone and hurt. Why? What had gone wrong? Didn’t Jace say he loved him last night, or did Brian just misunderstand him?
It had been a wild risk taking when he had done that bargaining with Tony. But at the same time he knew that if he didn’t take the risk he would forever regret it. Life was short and when a chance for love came your way you should take that chance before someone else would snatch that special person away from you. If that happened you would end up regretting your cowardliness. Or that’s what he thought at least. He didn’t regret what he had done. He would be able to live in peace with the knowledge that he had saved someone he loved and made a try on the chance of getting the one he loves.
But when he was about to step into the cold winter night he heard a small voice behind him:
“Brian?”
He turned around and stared at Jace. Jace was shaking of the cold and his nose and cheeks were red. His eyes were red too. He had probably been crying.
“Jace? What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to live your own life?” he asked surprised.
“What a fucking joke I am. Here I have this handsome and kindhearted man in front of me telling me that he has removed the fucking stick from my ass which has made my life into a living hell, and what do I do? I run away from him! How stupid can I get?!” Jace yelled. He was angry, but not at Brian. Brian knew he was angry at himself. “And I have all these fucked up feeling for him that I never felt before, and I still desert him without a word.”
Tears began flowing down Jace’s cheeks again.
“So you’re saying…?” Brian began, and Jace looked up at him.
“Would you like to adopt this little lost puppy?” he asked, and Brian burst into laughter.
“That’s the weirdest pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”
“Hey! Don’t laugh! Do you have any idea how vulnerable I feel right now?”
Brian calmed down and looked at Jace. He looked grumpy, and the tears still flowed down his cheeks.
“You know – that little puppy looks so incredibly cute. How can I say no?” he said with a warm smile, and Jace’s grumpy face turned into a smile and he threw himself into Brian’s arms. “I love you, Jace,” Brian then whispered right next to Jace’s ear.
“Thank you for loving me. You have no idea how happy it makes me,” Jace sobbed, and Brian kissed him deep and passionately.
“Let me guess: If you had a tail it would be flying all over the place,” Brian laughed and then asked: “Do you love me?”
Jace stared at him for a few seconds and kissed him back.
“Of course I do, stupid!”
2 kommentarer:
I have just read a few of your stories and I must say you have a very good imagination. I like the way you describe how the characters feel. It broke my heart when Jace was about to take all those pills and Brian saved him. It was a very sad but beautiful scene. I look forward to more stories from you!
Greetings from the US :)
Thank you! Gosh! It really warmed my heart to read that. ♥
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