The Runaway
After leaving his teacher’s house, Matthew walked for miles and hitchhiked. To survive, he had to take on odd jobs, washing dishes, farmwork, whatever it took to secure food and transport to the next town and the journey ahead.
Weeks later, in the back alley of a major city, a black luxury vehicle pulled up beside the kid. It had followed him here.
The dark tinted window rolled down and he was invited by the passenger to hop in. When the door swung open, Matthew did what he had never done before. He got into the backseat of a stranger’s car.
Matthew was new to this and he looked nervous. However, it was cold and he had not eaten yet. His tough adolescent shell couldn’t hide how frightened he was inside. He quickly listed the cost of his services.
"How much for the whole night?"
Matthew found the voice familiar, but couldn’t put a name to it. Then the luxury vehicle passed underneath a street lamp and the light revealed a familiar face.
"Mr. Lyon? Jesus Christ …."
Matthew swore out loud as he fumbled with the door lock. But it was too late, for Mr. Lyon had already placed his hand firmly on the kid's thigh.
"Please don't tell Madeline …."
Matthew knew his mistake the moment he blurted her name out. It would have been easier with a stranger, but Mr. Lyon wasn’t. He recalled meeting the 45-year-old fashion designer at Madeline’s place several months ago.
“Matthew, I think you have a lot of potential. I want to help you out."
Matthew wasn’t born yesterday. He knew what the older man wanted from him. He knew what would happen next.
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The shirtless kid sat in the backseat, as the older man had his way with his body. Matthew could have fought back harder, but Mr. Lyon knew Madeline. She was his benefactor, the one who sponsored his scholarship. He didn’t want her to find out what he had become.
“Damn, your cock is big. At least eight inches.” said Mr. Lyon.
Just before the older man went down on him, Matthew threw his head back against the car seat and the agony began all over again. Images of Alex flashed through his mind, the cuts on his body, the protestors at the funeral. Clenching his teeth, Matthew tried to make himself disappear.
"God, let this be over," silently begged Matthew.
But there was no god. If there was, then it was the same god that had allowed Alex to suffer. Screw it! He might as well sell his body. Maybe then he could find peace, maybe then he could be with Alex.
When it was finally over, Matthew pulled up his pants. He had fulfilled his quota for the night.
"Mr. Lyon, you don't have to pay me. I’ll just take my leave …."
Matthew had made the initial mistake of getting into the car, and now all he wanted was to get out.
"You have the features of a top male model. I can help you …."
Mr. Lyon insisted the kid stay.
Matthew had seen it all before, the persistence, the illusion of control. Everyone who desired him wanted to own him, to control him, pulling him into their fucked up lives. That was when Matthew decided to get something in return.
"Fine, but I wanna go to Europe. I wanna leave this shit hole."
"I’m catching a flight to London tomorrow, then Milan afterwards. I'll have my secretary book you a seat next to me."
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At the hotel, Matthew drew himself a warm bath. Meanwhile, Mr. Lyon ordered room and laundry service.
When the kid emerged from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, Mr. Lyon’s jaw dropped. When they first met, he recognized how good-looking the boy was. However, he had no idea what kind of killer body he had underneath.
The warm bath and food did wonders for Matthew. After eating a sandwich, he dozed off.
Meanwhile, Mr. Lyon had reports to review. Every time he encountered a bottleneck, he would glance over at the sleeping beauty.
The flight was scheduled to take off in a few hours and Mr. Lyon had decided to forgo sleep. When he got 80% of his work done, he slipped into bed and started molesting the kid.
"Fuck man, I'm sleeping!"
Matthew struggled, but it was no use. Mr. Lyon was too persistent. Besides, he knew he had no choice. He needed to get across the Atlantic, and this was his only ticket.
Mr. Lyon wasn’t worried about Madeline. They had similar tastes in men and, being in the same industry, had taken the same male models to bed before. Besides, if Matthew was selling himself on the street, then he was fair game.
The older man was amused by the boy’s reluctance. Nevertheless, what he really cared about was how much he was going to enjoy taking Matthew’s innocence. After stripping the kid’s clothes off, Mr. Lyon handed him a lubricated condom.
"Fuck you!" swore Matthew.
"The condom is for your protection, or do you prefer bareback?"
Annoyed, Matthew pushed the older man off his body and tore the wrapper with his teeth. This was one night he couldn't wait to get over with.
Matthew straddled the older man. As much as he wanted to place his hands around Mr. Lyon's neck and strangle him, he didn't. It just wasn't worth it. However, the more he thought about Alex, the more he accepted his fate. If Alex could suffer, then why couldn’t he?
Mr. Lyon couldn’t believe his luck. Here he was with one of the hottest teenagers riding him like there was no tomorrow. It was just the type of relaxation he needed before the long flight.
"Fuck, your ass feels good …."
Mr. Lyon knew the kid wasn’t willing, but he didn't care. It felt too good. The fashion designer was a sucker for cute boys with toned bodies. Before long, he reached the point of no return.
After Mr. Lyon shot his load, Matthew rinsed off and went back to sleep. He felt humiliated and sick to his stomach, but needed to recover his strength, especially after spending several restless days on the street.
Mr. Lyon, however, had other plans. Instead of taking a nap, the fashion designer went back to work. In between planning his fall collection, he recounted how good the sex was and wondered if Madeline also treated the kid like a sex doll.
It had only been an hour since the end of round one when Mr. Lyon approached Matthew again. Putting on another condom, he rolled the kid onto his stomach and entered from behind.
"Fuck, not again!" cried Matthew.
No complaints from the kid had any effect on the Frenchman. He relentlessly pounded the boy until he was completely drained and it was time to catch their flight.
Matthew was a rare beauty and Mr. Lyon wanted to bring the kid with him. This would also make it more convenient to take him to bed every night. But the older man never got the chance to own the kid the way he envisioned. The moment the plane landed in London for a brief stopover, Matthew promptly ditched his sugar dad.
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To be continued.
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