A Wayward Angel

A Wayward Angel A Wayward Angel

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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In an underworld of sex, drugs and little happiness, this story follows the journey of one young man who believes there is no way out of this life he has been forced to live..

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In an underworld of sex, drugs and little happiness, this story follows the journey of one young man who believes there is no way out of this life he has been forced to live..

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My first time in a very long time posting some writing up on Booksie - much less my first ever BooksieSilk post! Please be nice, I'm very rusty and I'm nervous about this kind of graphic/sensitive topics approach I've never done or published before... Let me know how I can improve if you have any suggestions :)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 10, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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“Come here, babe.”

I turned to the man sprawled across the bed behind me, spread-eagled on his back, the only tense thing about him his cock.

I slowly walked towards him. The room shimmered around me, shifting in the corners of my vision.

“Get that pretty arse over here and show me what it can do.”

Slowly, gently, facing the stranger in front of me, I straddled his lap, and ran my hands up his barrelled chest. I leaned down so my lips were against his ear and murmured, “Have you got that beautiful dick nice and ready for me?”

I heard a deep rumble of a chuckle from the base of the man’s throat. I felt his hands roam up my backside, spreading me wide as he dragged his cock up in between. He replicated the action a few times, breath coming faster on his lips, until he started getting a little too excited and I could tell he was going to slip in within the next few seconds if I didn’t stop him.

“Condom, big boy,” I whispered to him, lifting my hips a smidgen higher – just out of reach. An audible groan rose up his throat.

“Come on, beautiful, just a dip? I promise I’m clean. Come on, you’ll love it…”

“House rules, I’m afraid. This can’t go any further unless…” I trailed off, partly because it was a good place to trail off, partly because a sudden wave of physical uneasiness hit me. I was floating, suddenly removed from the room. My stomach had turned to ice inside me, all blood flow in my body had ceased, and I was thankful of the dim lighting to hide the pale shade of white I knew I’d just turned.

When I came back to myself, the man had slipped the glove on.

I blinked hard and swallowed, turned my focus back to the man in front of me, and pulled my best smile. The man grinned back, grabbed my hips, and slammed me down on him.

When they did that, entered without any preparation, even any lube, it burned. Always. Even after the countless amount of times it had happened. The air rushed out of me in a quick gasp, and my brows bunched together. I quickly turned my pained intake of breath into a groan of pleasure. After all, I wasn’t here to complain about what they did to me. Exactly the opposite, in fact.

“Oh God, babe, you’re so tight…”

Yeah that’s cos you didn’t use any fucking lube you fucking psycho.

“You feel so good,” I lied, moaning, circling my hips around his length. “Oh God, yeah, give it to me like that … you make it feel so good…”

Sometimes talking dirty made them come faster. I hoped this client fell into that category.

“Yeah, tell me how you like it…” he groaned, pumping his hips faster now.

“Oh yeah, just like that … harder, fuck me harder.”

Suddenly, I was on my back, and my knees were up around my ears. The stretching burned through me as my body juddered backwards and forwards with the force of his fucking. My lungs squashed under the pressure, making it hard to breathe. I grabbed his upper arms tight and urged him on, purring praise in his ear, willing him to finish.

Harder,” I panted. Nausea crept up from my stomach. Up my chest. Up my neck. He reached a hand down in between us and jacked me off. The sickness heightened, and I moaned through it. I didn’t think I would have been able to last much longer. But I needn’t have worried; he was already there.

“Fuuuck!”

One final shove, which nearly made me throw up, and he was done.

Thank fuck.

I wiped a hand across my now sweaty brow, and swallowed quickly a few times. Shit. I needed a hit.

“Jesus, I haven’t had a fuck like that in goddam months,” he panted. I lay there next to him, feeling more and more awful by the second. I barely kept from flinching as he stroked along my cheekbone with his thumb.

“What are the odds of getting you again, beautiful?”

I pulled away from my client and sat up, collecting his clothes from the floor and tossing them towards him, hinting none-too-subtly that his time was up.

“A little extra to swing things my way wouldn’t hurt,” I said, giving him the best smile I could right now. I didn’t want to ruin his high, but I had to keep things real here; I couldn’t let him get carried away thinking this was more than what we both knew it was.

He started to dress himself, nodding. “Of course, babe, a few fifties wouldn’t go amiss…?” he murmured, slipping a few notes out of his wallet and into my palm before he tugged on his trousers, winking at me. I said nothing, just smiled temptingly at him and waited until he was dressed before I took his hand and led him to the exit of the room. After a goodbye consisting of him making promises for a next time he was sure would ruin me for all other men, and a bum grab that lingered just a second too long, I shut the door and hurried back to the bed, all effort gone from my body as my muscles ached and sagged. I heavily dropped to my knees next to the bedside and rummaged around underneath for my little kit. My hands were shaky as I sorted out the needle, and it took a couple of tries to find a vein. Normally, I’d snort or smoke – less risky. Needles were stupid as shit. But I was feeling desperate. And, let’s be honest, I was a stupid shit. It didn’t take long for it to hit me. A few seconds, really. And then it was better. I lay back against the bed in bliss, letting the feeling of weightlessness hollow through my very bones. The nausea fell away like a bad dream. My head fell back against the mattress. I saw the bedroom door open, where a familiar silhouette stood akimbo in the doorway, before I shut my eyes and let myself get lost in the bliss.


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