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Red Light: Runaway

Synopsis: Holy shit, you guys really like this, don't you? I'm so excited to write more of this! We take a look at Ross' punishment at the hands of Big Boss.

It was time for Ross to go. He'd been working for Arin for four months, which was an eternity for someone like him. You take what you want until you're bored. He wasn't particularly bored yet, but he never stayed anywhere long enough to lose a thrill.

"That'll be $200 for the blowjob and $85 for the cleaning up," he purred with a yawn.

"O-oh, okay," Barry replied, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"Hey, I'm proud of you; you lasted three whole minutes longer than last time. Keep practicing, okay?"

"Thanks again for helping me...it must be weird to help someone with this kind of thing..."

"It's something to do," Ross murmured, already digging through Barry's wallet for the money.

He handed the wallet back to its owner and smiled, kissing Barry's cheek. He was fond of him even as shy as he could be at times. He was cuddly and particularly good for cuddling. He let Ross mess with him a lot.

"Have a good night, big boy."

Barry blushed and nodded before shuffling out of the room. Ross stretched out and prepared to leave. It just felt like time to move on. He didn't bother to pack anything, so he tucked the money he'd gotten from Barry into the waistband of his boxers and headed out onto the street. He only made it a short way before a black Rolls Royce pulled up beside him. The window rolled down and Ross reluctantly stopped.

"Get in," the blond man driving the car demanded, his accent heavy Swedish.

"And who's gonna make me," Ross scoffed, tugging down his skirt a bit.

From the back seat rose a man at least a head or two taller than him stood up and cracked his knuckles. Ross swallowed the intimidation swelling within him and chuckled nervously.

"H-hey, Ken," he muttered, his throat going dry. "I take it you're gonna make me?"

"Look, make this easy for me," Ken grumbled, his southern twang almost as apparent as Felix's, who sat in the driver's seat. "I like you and I don't wanna have to get mean on you."

Ross rolled his eyes and slid into the backseat with Ken. He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, pouting like a child.

"Where were you headed off to," Ken persisted, wrapping a black blindfold around Ross' head. "Boss is gonna wanna know."

"Nowhere."

"Alright. You can keep this up as long as you like. I'm not the one you gotta answer to."

"Is all this really fucking necessary," Ross groaned as Ken tied his hands behind his back.

"This is just a normal Saturday night for you whores, ain't it?"

"I have a funny feeling I'm not getting paid for this."

The car pulled up to what seemed to be an eerie warehouse. It was probably several stories tall from the looks of it. Ken opened the car door and guided Ross out, his strong hands attempting to be as gentle as possible. Inside they went. Ross hated the feeling of helplessness that came with being blindfolded and his hands being bound. He listened to the sounds around him: the clicking of Ken's steel-toed boots, the dripping of water from somewhere, some muffled yelling, and an eerie laugh. He was pushed onto his knees. There was a prolonged silence before the creaking of two doors shattered it. The soft click clack click clack of shoes was the sound that greeted Ross as his blindfold was removed.