Self-employment means Jayden must get some skills
It was that Saturday evening, after dinner, and yet more heavy summer rain hammered the windows in the flat. Marcus clapped me on the shoulder, ’time to pull your weight, Jaydie. Bills ain't paying themselves. Got a punter lined up for you tonight. £200 for an hour. Easy money for a fit lad like you.'
My stomach knotted. ‘First one. Real, not just talk.’ But the meds kept panic at bay, so I nodded, voice low. 'Yeah, alright Boss, thanks Boss.’ Marcus grinned, pulling me into the cramped bathroom. ‘Be here soon Jaydie, prep yourself good. Douche nice and clean for the man, just like you do for me. All he wants is an hour. You undress for him, show him what you've got, suck his cock, you can do that, yeah? Nice and slow. Then you let him fuck you, bareback. Be respectful, thank him like a good lad. Ask him if he wants you to suck his cock clean at the end, yeah, got it?’
I stripped, the plastic cock cage silent as I bent over the sink, nozzle sliding with a pop past my fat arsehole lips, warm water flushing me out until I was sure I was clean. I rinsed my mouth, combed my hair back, septum ring glinting in the mirror. ‘Be Jayden. Just Jayden. Do it for the rent. Do it for Boss.’ My pulse was racing. Somewhere inside an anxious voice said, ‘no, I don’t want this.’
Back in the living room, and moments before the client was due to arrive, Marcus held out a tiny wrap of white powder. In a matter of fact voice he said, ‘Present standing!’ I jumped to it, got in position. ‘Here’s a bump of mephedrone to take the edge off Jaydie. Snort it quick, then smile, show the man you like him. Keep the cage on; he wants that. To see you caged up. You don't need to get hard anyway, he’s not come for that. Just do as he says. Keep it sweet boy.' I stayed in present standing as Marcus put a key up to my nose. ‘Snort!’ The mephedrone burning up my nostril, the rush hitting fast, my heart racing, skin tingling, suddenly a wired grin pulling at my lips. ‘Ha! I remembered it, from Zim’s flat. So that’s what it was! ’Ahhh FUCKK, Fuck, yeah. Loose, ready Boss. FUUUCCKK!’ Marcus nodded approval, grinning, clapping both my shoulders. The outer door buzzed, a voice at the intercom, and Marcus let the man in to the building. ‘I’ll be in my room Jaydie, any problems, just shout, I’ll look after you. You know what to do. You let him in.’
Then the knock at the flat door. I opened it, sweating, panting like a dog, tracksuit zipped low, accent rough as I muttered, 'Alright, Sir? Come in.' The client stepped inside: mid-40s, paunch straining his button-down shirt, salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, gold watch flashing on a hairy wrist. He looked like a city suit who'd ditched the tie after a long day, stale cologne mixing with sweat, eyes lighting up as they scanned my frame.
'You must be Jaydie. Your Boss said you'd be game.' His voice almost flat, no accent, his gaze lingering hungrily on the bulge of the cage under the fabric. Somewhere under the mephedrone and the medication came a voice, ‘the bloke, just like my old boss. Still paying for me.’ But I just smiled, as if I could help it, a cheerful, eager mephedrone smile. A big grin. ’Yeah, that's me Sir, Jaydie. What you after Sir?’ And fuck me, the truth was, at that moment, I wanted to be fucked by him, anyone, anybody at all.
The man, calling himself ‘Steve’, dropped his jacket on the sofa, loosening his belt. 'Just an hour of fun sonny. Show me the goods.' I unzipped a bit shakily, peeling the tracksuit top off. Pants next, then in position, present standing, naked apart from the plastic cage and my white socks. I was grinning away, looking up at the punter; Steve, stony faced, stepping closer, hand groping my pecs, thumb flicking the nipple ring. 'Proper fit. Nice tits! Turn around. Lets see your arse, your Boss says it’s special.’ I turned slowly, bending slightly to arch my back, pushing my glutes out. The mephedrone in my blood made this all so easy, my body humming. Steve's palm slapped my arse cheek. ‘Nice marks boy!. Been a bad lad have you?’ His voice stern.
I reached back and spread my arse cheeks. He gave a low whistle, exhaling. ’Wow, Jaydie boy, now that’s what I call a cunt! A proper man-cunt, cool. Right, on your knees, suck my cock, get me hard.’ I dropped, the mephedrone rush sharpening every scent, sweat, musk, soap. I leaned in, lips parting to take the head, tongue swirling slow as instructed. Steve groaned, hand fisting my hair. 'That's it, nice and easy. Ahhhh Fuck!’ Me sucking steady, cheeks hollowing around the shaft as it swelled, filling my mouth. Saliva dripped, me using my tongue carefully, my eyes up to meet Steve’s, smiling through it, easily, the mephedrone making it all so easy. ‘So fuckin’ horny.’ Steve thrust shallow, fucking my face gently at first, then deeper, then I took it in my throat as I exhaled, just like Marcus had taught me, Steve’s hairy balls tapping my chin. I could smell them. Me remembering to breathe like Marcus had got me to practice, ignore the gagging, breathing through it.
After maybe less than a minute, Steve pulled out, strings of spit connecting. 'Bedroom. On the mattress. Let’s have some of that tasty fucking cunt of yours.’ I led, hips swaying, the flat's dimmed light casting shadows. I knelt on the thin bedding, presenting, knees spread as wide as I could, back arched, head up. ‘Nice, fucking good! Don’t fucking move!’ Steve knelt behind, gently lubricating the hole, fingers probing, two sliding in to stretch. 'Tight enough. Look at them fucking lips on you boy! Ready?’
'Yeah, fuck me please Sir. I need it, need your cock.’ I meant it as well, I really did need his cock in my cunt, I needed it, fuck I needed to be fucked. SO FUCKING HIGH FUCCKK!!!
For a moment, suddenly, my mind was out of my body and somewhere outside of the action, watching it all happen like I was watching porn in my old room, as Jacob. But in this porn, instead of a performer, it was someone just like me in the doggy position getting fucked, his arse pushed out and up, and Steve was fucking him. Thoughts came, in Jacob’s old analytical voice, ’it’s so hot, so fucking hot, fuck, look at me, that is me!!’ I could see Steve gripping the body, pulling out, his cock up against the fat anal lips, then just pushing back in, easily, slowly, bare, everything shiny with lube and pre-cum.
Then Steve muttered, ’FUCK, those fucking lips, the best..’ He pushed in, past the lips, and I saw myself arching back to meet his cock. Suddenly I was back in my body, me pressing backwards to take his cock, gasping, exhaling as Marcus had taught me, no backing away, my smiling reflection in the mirror opposite, fists clenching the sheets, the intrusion deeper now, no barrier. Steve bottomed out, balls against my arse cheeks, they felt cool, then he started pumping, getting into a slow steady rhythm. 'Good boy, take it all.' I rocked back to meet him, moans not forced but real under the mephedrone, my body in rhythm with each thrust, cage swinging, prostate hit, sparking more jolts, me clenching tightly.
‘Hurts, but... fuck, the rush.’ Steve gradually sped up, his body against my glutes, the slaps echoing, hand reaching to tweak the cage, breathing quickly. I looked at the reflection in the mirror, me grinning, Steve fucking me, his eyes closed now, his face frowning, red, ’mmmm, good lad, fuck I’m gonna cum!! Fuck, fuck, FUCK YEAH!!’
Steve came, and then he just rested, his cock inside me. He stayed there, breathing heavily, then he exhaled and slapped my right arse cheek, hard. ’Thanks, boy. A proper fucking good fuck. Now clean me up.' I shifted round, mouth opening to suck, tasting his cum, lube and my own arse juices.
Steve dressed quickly, tossing notes on the table, £200. 'Worth it. See you again boy.' The door clicked shut, leaving me, my hole throbbing, cum trickling down my thigh, mephedrone still there, buzzing, still horny. ‘Done. First one down.’ I wiped myself roughly with a towel, pulling my undies and tracksuit bottoms back on, cage sticky.
Marcus emerged from his room, counting the cash with a nod. He gave me a big hug, holding me tightly, ’Fuck me, Jaydie, you stink of his cum! You dirty little cunt! Good job though, Jaydie boy. Handled it sweet. Get yourself cleaned up, in the shower, now!’ Later, as the mephedrone was coming out of my system he said, as I was looking at him pleading, ‘No, Jaydie, you can’t have more.’ Then Marcus rolled a fat spliff, a heavy skunk bud this time, the smell filling the flat. ’Big one to settle you Jaydie, plenty more where that came from boy.’
I sank in front of the sofa, between Marcus’s bare feet, as Marcus passed it down, legs trapping me, no escape. Marcus’s feet filling the space, sweaty, but only slightly pungent, his feet. A different smell to Steve, familiar and safe. First drag went deep, holding it until my lungs burned. As usual, the high bloomed slow, then heavy, my body melting, was it a sense of something wrong I was feeling, shame, what was it? I wanted more mephedrone. But for more mephedrone I needed another client. But then the feeling was dulling to warmth, my mind fogging, the skunk taking both the bad feelings and the itch for mephedrone far away.
‘Fuck, needed this. Thanks Boss!’
Marcus took a pull, then fed me another, hand stroking me head. 'Proud of you, boy.’ We smoked and just sat there, silently: Marcus on the sofa, me at his bare feet, my left hand slowly massaging Marcus’s foot, fingers between his toes, my head on Marcus's leg, Marcus’s legs around me, tightly, no escape, I was safe here, the flat hazy, my submission deeper. Then the low whisper from Marcus, ‘fuck it Jaydie, your arse hole, it’s leaking cum again, time for another douche and then make my tea, like a good lad.’ But nobody moved, both of us were dozing off together, in the warmth of the flat.’
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