Lost and Found

How?

The nightclub was illuminated as the night rests.

Pete was starting to get anxious. Patrick needed the money today. Pete sat at the love seat in the back observing his boys and girls like a good daddy.

He wrapped his arms around himself as he brought the joint to his mouth. The smoke coming out of his nostrils Brendon made his way over to Pete.

"Daddy?" He asked shyly closing his cardigan while walking over in his heels.

Pete cleared his throat and motioned for Brendon to sit on his lap. Brendon complied. He sat lightly across Petes lap.

"Yes baby?" Pete asked taking another drag of his joint and looking up at Brendon.

"I wanna know if-" he began to stutter and Pete knew what he was going to ask at this moment. "if I could-well after my shift, maybe I-I could go out for a little?" He smiled down at his folded hands in his lap and then at Pete.

Pete took another drag and blew the smoke in Brendon's face making him cough lightly.

A slim lady came through in her heels walking over to Pete. "Hey daddy." She gave a sexual smile. "Someone wants to see you."

Pete stubbed his joint in his ashtray and looked back at the woman. "Tell em I'll be there in a sec." she smiled and walked away.

"Close the door." Pete requested Brendon.

Brendon slipped off Petes lap. He did as commanded and walked back to Pete.

Pete jerked Brendon's arm and pulled him down. "You know the fucking rules." Pete said sternly. "You're too damn valuable. You see this." Pete asked pulling Brendon's sleeve up to reveal numbers, Brendon's age and Brendon's name. "You're mine and you can't be stolen from me." Pete smacked his arm away. "I branded you for a reason B."

Pete got off the couch and pushed past Brendon. He stopped before he opened the door. "I need you love." He then opened the door and walked out. The door closed behind him and Brendon sat back on the couch.

Brendon felt tears weld up in his eyes. He's been here for too long. He knew it was his fault for falling for a pimp.

Pete cared about him. Or so he thought.

Pete walked to his office to meet with another man. The man was tattooed and made of muscle.

"What chu here for?" Pete asked sitting at his desk and motioning for the man to sit. He sat and Pete began to talk. "You here for business aren't you?" He asked pulling a box out and lighting a cigarette.

"Yes. I would like you to come to the warehouse." He smiled and crossed his legs. "Also I'm Gerard." He smiled and Pete took his hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you Gerard." Pete blew the smoke out from between this lips. "I bet my club got a good word for your boys to get all excited? Am I right?" Pete asked leaning back in his desk chair.

"Absolutely." Gerard smiled again. "A transfer talked highly about this place. Especially because they're treated so well." Gerard winked.

"You know it."
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Pete walked out of his office and so did a man. The girls all looking his way and swooing over him.

The music loud and all they couldn't hear what the two were talking about. All the girls and boys knew they were taking trade.

The same woman walked in Petes room and saw Brendon was still there. "Hey baby. How you doing?" She asked closing the door behind her.

"G-Good." Brendon tried not to let the tears fall.

The woman shook her head. "I know you're lying."

Brendon was. "I asked him if I could have some freedom and he gave me a guilt trip again."

"You know." She stopped. "It's not the size of the dog in the fight. It's the size of the fight in the dog. Just remember that."

Brendon knew what she was taking about. He knew he needed to stay here but he hasn't seen a ray of sunlight in over three years.

He shook his head in agreement. "I know," he sighed "I know."

"Kay, you know daddy loves all of us right?" She asked.

"I know Melanie. Nobody needs to tell me twice." Brendon blushed knowing Pete loves him.

"Okay. Well imma get going off to bed. It's slow for me today." She walked back to the door. "Love you B." Melanie said blowing a kiss his way.

"Love you too Mel." Was all he said.

She opened the door as the music and the sound of laughter and taking crept through. The door closing was a relief to Brendon.

A few minutes later Pete walks in and is shocked to see Brendon still in the room. "What are you still doing here?" Pete asked seriously. "Aren't you busy?" He asked sternly.

"Yeah but I need some time to myself." Brendon replied.

Pete shook his head. "No B." He smiled a devilish smile. "You need to get your ass out there." He pulled Brendon to the door firmly. "And make daddy proud by making him some goddamn money." Pete opened the door and shoved Brendon out. Brendon fell to the ground on his hands and knees.

A few of the boys and girls looked his way and gave sympathetic looks then continued on with their work.

He pulled himself up and wiped down his bare legs. He fixed his cardigan and made sure his shorts showed off his tight ass. He ran his hand through his hair and began to hunt for a man with cash.

He walked over and saw Patrick. He had a snicker and a dirty one at that. Brendon didn't want to make eye contact.

"Now I know you're seeing me B." Patrick called loud enough for Brendon to hear over the loud music.

Brendon turned around to see Patrick patting his lap signalling for Brendon to take a seat.

Brendon strutted his way over and sat lightly on Patrick's lap.

"Good boy." Patrick smiled and ran his hand from Brendon's knee to his thigh. Brendon felt disgusted having Patrick's hand glide across his skin. Brendon knew he had to do what he was told because Patrick practically owned the town.

"How's my money maker?" Patrick asked while gliding his other hand up and down Brendon's back.

"Fine. Just been charging and banking." Brendon shrugged.

"Now that's a good boy." Patrick fished in his pocket and pulled out some money. He handed it to Brendon.

Brendon flipped through the cash. '40' he knew what Patrick wanted. "Alright." He got up and straddled Patrick before shoving the money in his shorts.

He began to play with Patrick's hair and rolled his hips. Patrick tilted his head back and brought his hands on Brendon's waist. "No touchy big boy." Brendon said in a sexual tone while pushing Patrick's hands down.

Patrick gave a smirk as Brendon continued with his lap dance style.

Brendon went down on him blowing hot air on Patrick's crotch and smiling as he made his way up.

Patrick wasn't having it. He grabbed Brendon by his hair and pulled his ear to his mouth. "How much will it cost if we go to your room baby?" He pushed Brendon back and gave an evil smile.

"Well what do you want to do though?" Brendon asked shyly trying to hide how scared he was.

"The usual." He smirked and Brendon furrowed his brows.

"Seventy five." He said sternly grabbing Patrick's hands and hulking him up and leading him to his room.

'This is going to be a long night.'