Phan Smut collection

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Dan brings Phil back to his home with the promise of payment and a few kinks.

Phil was standing on a street corner wearing only a v neck t-shirt and a pair of shorts, despite the fact it was getting cooler as it was late September.

Yes, Phil was a prostitute.

He had been since he was seventeen and kicked out of home because he came out as gay.

He was now nineteen.

Over the years he'd seen many men and women who paid him for sex.

He'd also had many kinks and fetishes performed on him, some he even enjoyed It was funny, even though he'd been doing this for such a long time, there was one thing he hadn't had yet, that was someone going all out and treating him like a slave for the night, someone who tied him up and treated him like nothing and he secretly wanted it.

Tonight he found was turning out to be a rather slow one, hardly anyone had gone past and those who had took little to no interest in him.

He was starting to think he would spend the night out here.

Dan made the left turn onto the dark, dimly lit street.

He knew where he was going though. He had been planning this all morning.

As he approached the corner in his black Mercedes, he rolled down the window in front a boy in his late teens.

He was pale, thin and perfect.

He would do for tonight.

"How much?" he said eloquently, enunciating his syllables like he'd been taught in his upper-class comprehensive school.

Dan Howell was a wealthy, powerful man with a secret.

He liked men, particularly young men with blue eyes and need deeply seeded in them.

He asked about money even though it was hardly an issue.

He needed to be sure there were clear guidelines for what would happen and this was the best way to start.

Phil smiled as a black slick car pulled up in front of him.

He walked over to it, shaking his hips as he did.

"Hey sweet cheeks," he said softly, his voice filled with lust.