This story and characters are pure fiction. All characters are 21+.
Oliver
We are going back in time.
Oliver’s life had never been kind. As a young, he’d known hunger more intimately than love. His mother’s death left a void that his father, a drunken husk of a man, filled with cruelty and demands. Oliver, would stand on Blowjob City’s grimy corners, his thin frame shivering in threadbare clothes, begging for coins that his father would snatch to fuel his endless thirst for booze. A full stomach was a rare luxury, each fleeting moment of satisfaction overshadowed by the gnawing ache of emptiness. The streets of Blowjob City, with their neon glow and pulsing hedonism, were both a playground and a prison for a guy like Oliver, who learned early that survival meant bending to the world’s darker whims. As he grew older, Oliver’s desperation pulled him into the wrong crowd. The boys he ran with were sharp-edged, their laughter laced with menace, their hands quick to steal. They taught him how to slip a wallet from a distracted mark, how to jimmy a lock without leaving a trace. By the time he turned twenty one, Oliver had left his father’s crumbling apartment, but freedom came at a cost. Blowjob City’s underbelly welcomed him with open arms, and he dove headfirst into its shadows—drugs, alcohol, and, eventually, prostitution. Selling his body became as routine as breathing, each transaction a cold exchange of flesh for cash in the city’s neon-lit alleys.One such night, Oliver found himself in a dimly lit motel room, the air thick with the stench of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne. The man— client, broad-shouldered and reeking of whiskey—tossed a wad of crumpled bills onto the dresser. Oliver, lean and wiry, his dark hair falling into his eyes, stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso marked by faint scars and the hunger of his youth. The client’s eyes raked over him, hungry, his cock already straining against his jeans.“Get on your knees” the man growled, unbuckling his belt with a clink. Oliver obeyed, his knees hitting the grimy carpet, his hands trembling slightly as he unzipped the man’s jeans. The client’s cock sprang free—thick, veiny, the head swollen and leaking precum. Oliver’s mouth watered despite himself, the instinct of survival overriding his disgust. He wrapped his lips around the shaft, the salty taste of precum flooding his tongue as he sucked, his head bobbing with practiced precision. The man groaned, his hands fisting in Oliver’s hair, pulling hard enough to make his scalp sting.“Fuck, you’re a good little whore,” the man grunted, thrusting into Oliver’s mouth, his cock hitting the back of his throat. Oliver gagged, his eyes watering, but he kept sucking, his tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit until the man’s hips bucked. Spit dripped down Oliver’s chin, mixing with precum, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room. The man pulled out abruptly, his cock glistening, and yanked Oliver to his feet, shoving him onto the bed.“Ass up, slut,” the man barked, and Oliver complied, scrambling onto all fours, his ass raised, his hole exposed. The client spat onto his fingers, smearing the slickness over Oliver’s tight, puckered entrance before shoving two fingers inside without warning. Oliver gasped, the burn sharp and intense, his cock twitching despite the pain. “Goddamn, this hole’s tight,” the man muttered, fucking Oliver with his fingers, stretching him roughly. “Gonna fuck you raw.”He grabbed a condom from his pocket—Blowjob City’s one rule even its darkest corners respected—and rolled it onto his cock, lubing it up with a quick squirt. Oliver braced himself, his hands gripping the sheets as the man lined up, the fat head of his cock pressing against Oliver’s hole. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside, the stretch tearing a scream from Oliver’s throat. The pain was searing, but pleasure followed, the man’s cock slamming into Oliver’s prostate with every thrust, sending shocks of ecstasy through his body.“Take it, you fucking slut,” the man growled, his hands bruising Oliver’s hips as he pounded, his balls slapping against Oliver’s ass with a wet smack. Oliver’s cock bounced, leaking precum onto the sheets, his moans mingling with the man’s grunts. The bed creaked, the headboard banging against the wall as the man fucked him harder, his thrusts relentless. “You love this, don’t you, you cockslut?” he taunted, reaching around to jerk Oliver’s cock with rough, punishing strokes.Oliver’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave, his cum shooting across the sheets in thick ropes, his ass clenching around the man’s cock. The client roared, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with hot cum. He pulled out with a wet pop, leaving Oliver’s hole gaping and sore, his body trembling from the intensity. The man tossed another bill onto the bed, muttering, “Worth every cent,” before zipping up and leaving without a backward glance.Oliver lay there, his body aching, the cash a cold reminder of what he’d become. He was under the thumb of David, his pimp—a 46-year-old beast of a man, his body a hulking mass of muscle and tattoos, his eyes cold and calculating. David controlled Oliver’s every move, taking a cut of his earnings, his presence a constant threat. Oliver hated him, but fear kept him in line. David’s fists were as brutal as his cock, and Oliver had felt both more times than he cared to count.One night, desperate to break free, Oliver tried to pull a job on his own. He targeted a small electronics store, its flickering neon sign a beacon in Blowjob City’s seedy district. He jimmied the lock, his heart pounding, but the security alarm blared, a piercing wail that shattered the night. Panic surged through him as nearby voices shouted, calling for the police. Oliver bolted, his sneakers pounding the pavement, his breath ragged as he sprinted into the darkness, the city’s pulse chasing him.He cut through a park, the shadows swallowing him as he ran, his lungs burning. In his blind panic, he collided with a solid figure, the impact sending them both crashing to the ground, asses hitting the dirt. Oliver scrambled to his feet, his pulse racing, as the other man—a stranger with sharp features and a lean build—brushed off his pants, muttering, “Watch it, man!”“I’m sorry,” Oliver stammered, his voice shaky, his eyes darting for any sign of pursuit. The stranger, Theo, looked at him, his brow furrowed. “You in trouble? Blowjob City’s nights can be rough if you’re in the wrong places.”Oliver’s mind raced. “Just… practicing my sprint,” he lied, forcing a grin.Theo raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Sprinting in the dark? Come on, man.”Oliver sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Alright, you got me. Some bad guys are after me. I don’t know where to hide or what to do.”Theo studied him, his expression softening. “Blowjob City, bad guys, middle of the night—okay, I buy it. Come with me.” He gestured for Oliver to follow, leading him deeper into the park, where the trees thinned, and a clearing opened up. Benches formed a loose circle, and above, the sky was a vast, star-strewn canvas, unmarred by the city’s neon glow.“Lie on the grass with me,” Theo said, dropping onto his back and patting the ground beside him. Oliver hesitated, then joined him, the cool grass tickling his skin. He glanced at Theo, confused. “What’s this about?”Theo stared at the stars, his voice calm. “When I don’t know what to do or where to go, I lie down and look at the sky. Not because the stars solve my problems, but because they take my mind off them. Everything ends up how it’s meant to, you know? I used to do this back when I lived on a farm.”Oliver blinked, surprised by the simplicity of it. “You’re not scared of me? Some guy you crash into in a park at night?”Theo chuckled, his eyes still on the stars. “A guy who apologizes after running into me in the dark? You’re not gonna hurt me. Unless you’re a thief or something, but even then, I’ve got nothing worth stealing.”Oliver laughed, a real laugh, something he hadn’t done in ages. They lay there, side by side, the silence comfortable, the stars above a quiet reprieve from Blowjob City’s chaos. For the first time in years, Oliver felt a flicker of something he couldn’t name—hope, maybe, or the sense that not everyone in this city wanted to use him.Theo’s presence was steady, grounding, a stark contrast to the predatory men like David or the faceless clients who fucked him for a quick thrill. As they lay there, Oliver’s past—the hunger, the theft, the nights spent on his knees—felt a little further away. He didn’t know it yet, but this chance collision with Theo, under a sky blazing with stars, was the start of something new, a lifeline in Blowjob City’s.
