The whoring out of a boy

The clock stroke six as the golden light of a drowsy sun cast its shadows on the streets. The place was warm, the ponds formed by light rain were shrinking, or so it seemed until they were walked on by someone. The boy went with a quick pace, strolling down the stairs that soon led him to the hood. The sun went away, the cold settled in. He kept his hands in his sweater, as if the poor would notice him if he showed his bent head, his hidden hands. He kept looking down, only until he saw the bottom of the door that would steer him to a place he had never been to before.

Drugs was the solution, it always had been that way since he was a child. Only, a friend of his -if he could call him that - told him he had heard the strangest of things. He was curious -and high - so he inquiringly asked him. The guy finally told him that there was a way he could get the best drugs in town.

"What do you mean ?" The boy asked again. 

"Go to The Snake’s kiss."

He knew where it was ; that place he had always passed by to go see that same  friend. It had the name hung high on the small abode, neon lights casting a blue luminescence on his face. A big guy with gazes, his arms crossed, was looking at him - he had to look up. The boy quietly said his name.

"I’m Zachary."

The big man wrinkled his forehead.

"I know who you are. Your friend called."

He abruptly took the boy’s hood off, uncovering his shaved head, his blond hair looking lighter than they really were. Cringing, he looked back at the street which was bordered by the ocean, the last lights reflecting on the small waves.

"Come in." The big guy ordered.

He closed the door behind him, just as he caught the sight of a corridor with a waxed wooden floor, sloping down as they walked it. Zachary noticed black statues of black granite in the niches along the left wall; all animal heads, roaring, fierce. An Alice blue light what rushing out the niches from behind the statues, painting rectangular shapes of the same color on the right wall. The big guy pushed him as he was starting to slow down, and they got to the door. Eyes he had never seen before appeared in the narrow opening when the door unlocked, letting them in past the threshold.

A pale red, waiting-ish room, made him crinkle his eyes. There were some leather benches, a table over there, a girl. On the other side of the room was another door. Before Zachary had the time to ask, the big guy went back into the corridor before the door was locked by the watchman. The white man looked down at the boy, scrutinizing him suspiciously. 

"You wait, then Mister Serpent calls you."

Zachary felt like answering wasn’t a sensible thing to do; therefore, he went to a bench and sat down. He would’ve talked to the girl if he could, but she seemed on edge. At that moment, a rough voice came out from the office, calling out for the girl. She quickly went into the open room and the door closed behind her.

The boy waited for less than two minutes when the same loud voice called a name again; his.

-ZACHARY.

He jumped on his feet and, feeling the guard’s stare on his back, he went into the unknown.

First, it was pitch black. Then, led lights coming from the ground lit the room up ; a man, hands together under his noses, looking disturbingly at him, was behind a desk. He was bald ; he looked like a real businessman. 

"Sit down."

The boy obliged quickly ; he was nervous, Serpent remarked. He was looking down at the floor, not know what to do.

The man scrutinized his face. His face was not feminine, nor was it very manly. His cheekbones weren’t seeable much. His slender cheeks led forward to his mouth, which lips were merely wide. His upper lip slowly curved down to his commissures, like a bow’s limbs slowly going down until the recurves. He had youthful features, minus the cheeks, which were not round.

"How old are you ?" Serpent asked.

"Nineteen." He said, trying to gain composure.

Although he looked young, with his shaved head and his five feet four, his voice was deep.

"Why did you come here, Zachary ?"

The lad, although Serpent had already called his name, was apparently  disturbed by the fact he knew his name. His clients always were.

"To get fazed." He said before sniffing.

Serpent laughed. 

"You are not here to get drugs, Zachary."

The boy frowned, confused.

"But my friend told me..."

"Your friend did not lie to you, though." Serpent rectified. "What I’ll give you will make you forget."

The boy looked more and more confused as he spoke.

"You want to forget, to get relief ! You want to come back to simpler times, where what you were was dictated by your freedom." Serpent cracked his hands. "I can offer you that freedom. 

He had piqued his curiosity.

"Freedom ? You mean ..."

"I mean you won’t have to pay anyone for the rest of your life. No debt, nothing."

His astonishment was so tasteful to watch. The boy’s mouth mildly opened, wide-eyed. But then, all that turned into wariness.

"What’s the catch ?"

He wanted to know more, so Serpent noticed. He complied.

"Well, Zachary. To be truly free, you have to let go of your scruples. "

Serpent turned his back on Zachary to fetch a book from the bookcase behind him. He turned back with a fat book in his hands, which was opened on page ninety three. The page showed the picture of a naked man, dancing around a tree.

"A long time ago, humankind was free - truly free. No code, no complication. Humans did what they wanted to do, without the drawing of the roots on the mind, dividing desire into multiple pieces. Humankind, as time went on, has become more miserable, due to these roots. He knew the sins, the implications, of his actions, of his life."

He pointed another drawing ; the same man, stuck in roots going through his eyes, his mouth. 

Serpent closed the book, before putting it back on the shelves.

"I can give you that freedom that humankind has lost a long time ago. You only need to sign that paper.“

The lad looked on ; a document was right before him, waiting for the ink of his name. Without thinking much, out of desperation perhaps, he signed the paper with the pen besides it. 

"You’ll be free, Zachary. I promise you."

                          .      .      .

The warmth came up his spine, appeasing his muscles as soon as he stepped in. 

It was a small room ; greenery falling from the ceiling, going up and down the walls. There was water vapor steaming from

Waterhole in the middle of the room, girded by dark smooth rocks that could be walked over very easily.

"Take off your clothes." 

Zachary felt his lungs shrink as he heard that. It was more of an order than a request. He turned his face to Serpent, shocked. 

"Worry not. We won’t do anything that your true self doesn’t desire."

The way Serpent spoke made him uneasy. It was too much spiritual for him. Was he some kind of disguised pervert ? He was about to refuse when he recalled Serpent’s words earlier on : 

"You’ll be free."

He took off his sweater, revealing somewhat sinewy arms and a round chest under his tank top. He was in good shape. Then, the boy removed his tank top and his jeans. He hesitated to take off his boxers at the idea of someone seeing him stark-naked, but ultimately, he pushed the underwear down.

"Go to the purification bath" Serpent asked him, referring to the water hole.

As Zachary obliged, the man noticed a tattoo on the bottom of the boy’s back ; a Japanese sign : 灰皿.

The boy was now standing before the waterhole, unsure of what to do.

"Close your eyes."

He frowned, but he then remembered that, to get to the oblivion, he had to get rid of distrust, and so he did. 

He felt someone else’s skin on his back ; he almost jumped, but a big hand calmly stroke his chest. It was slow, it was warm. The fingertips caressed the skin of his chest for a bit so he could get used to the feeling. A hand then passed in his short hair, sending a sigh out his mouth. The fingers sending a vibration down his every hair soothed his heartbeat. He nearly purred ; maybe he did, he didn’t care. The hand was fondling his forehead, the skin around his ears, his neck. His muscles untensed. He caressed his shoulders, his neck again. From there, The boy felt the hand going up his neck to his jaw, held in one hand. The finger went up his jaw a tad so the hand could touch both his slender cheeks. He felt the other hand still stroking his bare chest. The fingers on his cheeks pressed them in fondly. The apocalypse could be happening outside, he couldn’t care less. The tenderness these arms and hands were giving him were the world. The big arms went around his shoulders and embraced him so hard nothing could hurt him. Everything was fine.

The hands slowly stroke his chest, his shoulders. Grasping them hard. The boy felt an hand on his belly, flattening it. This other hand went to his hip as the boy felt the man’s breath on his neck. Both hands slithered down to grasp his hips, then his thighs, squeezing his flesh. He felt a heat in his penis, an excitation that grew when both hands fondled his inner thighs, grasped them. He let out another sigh, his hips rocking to and fro, slowly. The urge grew, his penis getting up. The warmth was under his skin. One of the large hand suddenly grabbed his penis, as the other went up under his jaw to press his cheeks. His hips swayed. He gasped when he felt the men’s penis against his ass. With no warning, the hand started to violently beat his meat. All his senses went through the roof. He gasped for hair as his butt went back to alleviate the pleasure ; his anus instantly touched the tip of the man’s shaft, sending a wave of electricity through his helpless body. It was too rough suddenly. Too much was coming at once. Overwhelming sensations. The other hand on his cheeks went down, feeling up his sweaty skin, slipping on it, grappling his ass with brute strength. His mouth merely opened for fresh air, his chest pounding violently, his bum going to and fro, squeezed opened as the big shaft prodded his anus. The boy was going crazy. It couldn’t move. The pray was stuck in its raging cage. It was vulnerable, it was his. It was vulnerable flesh. It was pure pleasure.

He opened his eyes. He came.

He moaned. He saw the white liquid come out his penis. His round butt was still held by the man’s hand, the shaft nudging his anus while the other went up to his neck. The man inhaled his smell, his nose to his neck. He squeezed his ass, his cheek. He squeezed his chest in his hand, his thighs.

He fell to the ground, no energy left. His naked body was covered in sweat, his skin giving a sheen under the lights. His head was laying on the ground, on one of his cheek, the red lips looking bigger as the cheek was pushed forward. His almond eyes were looking in the distance ; he was exhausted. His chest was going slower, now. His arms were laid back along his hips, which were going up and down as he inspired and expired, his round butt gleaming with the sweat. The sweet curve of his bum led to his slightly open legs. Cum was dripping from his penis, still in erection. 

"What a pretty thing." Serpent whispered to the man that just relished the boy "Isn’t it a pretty pet ?"

"I don’t want to put it on the market." The stud confided. 

Serpent smiled at him.

"Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to play with it." He laughed, turning his head to the unclad boy. "You’ll have plenty of time."

The lad’s head turned to the ground ; it was just off the waterhole, where a light gleamed onto the cyan water, catching his full attention. The glimmer slithered like a snake. The boy wanted to touch it, but he had no strength left. He couldn’t even move his arms, his legs. Everything seemed blurred, fuzzy. This figures in the water were the only things real. It danced, whistling. 

The clock stroke nine, outside, but it didn’t matter. He had his own sun now, in the waterhole.