Broken Hearts

Part 1

The small room was dimly lit with only a small orange tinted bedside lamp to fill the dark space, the metal bed frame stood in the center of the room with a thick springy mattress, a few cheap red and black trimmed pillows had been dumped on the bed alongside a matching blanket set just to enhance the roomy affect yet the trampled blood stained carpet told another story and the peeling light red wall paper didn't compliment the room at all, Arthur Kirkland a eighteen years old blonde beauty strolled into the small bedroom, a black studded collar was strapped tightly around his neck which went well with the small British lads two snake bite piercings, a tiny french maids outfit hugged his curves and clung to his small figure, black stockings were held up to his mid-thigh by suspenders and the outfit was topped of with black studded heels, the blonde freckled lad sat on the edge of the bed his legs crossed whilst he opened up a side draw and took a small clear white package out from within it, he always started his first shift high and he planned to finish his last shift with that same buzz that kept him going, he drew up a line on the bedside dresser before running a clammy hand threw his blonde locks.

'I need to get off the drugs.' the small bloke thought leaning his nose close to the start of the line, he pressed a finger to his left nostril.

'I really need to stop this.' the words ran through his head as he sniffed the line on the scratched up old wooden base.

"Christ." he mumbled aloud rolling his shoulders shuddering slightly, he sniffed a few times closing his eyes firmly shut.

'Drugs don't help.' the green eyed lad stood up blinking as his pupils dilated, slowly his senses enhancing,as he left the room the hallways seemed to sway and the music seemed to pump through his veins stepping through those black double doors into the main club area, the only thing he was focused on was the money in those wallets, Arthur stopped seeing filthy old guys or hyper active young stag doers, he saw bank accounts and money signs.

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Arthur spent the next twenty minutes sitting on laps, whispering in ears and seductively teasing the hell out of any Alpha or Beta watching him, in fact he was so lost in trance he hadn't noticed the blue eyed jack pot watching him from the bar, eventually the man stood up and walked towards the table Arthur sat at flirting with a group of young men.

"Excuse me cheri, I'm interested in buying an hour of your time." Arthur looked up towards the man speaking towards him, his accent was thick and French, everything about this man was rather foreign, he wore a white cotton shirt with a navy blue blazer matched with black distressed skinny jeans and basic low cut black converse shoes, his eyes were a light sky blue and he had shoulder length bleach blonde hair, the man in front of him seemed nothing short of heaven.

"hey sweet heart, I'm an expensive one if you didn't know, 35 quid for half an hour, 70 quid for an hour but I do 85 quid for an hour and a half." Arthur repeated the same prices he had been saying all night, to be honest he hoped the man would be able to afford the hour since he wouldn't mind spending his last work hour being fucked into oblivion by the slender yet muscular man.

"Just the hour if you don't mind, Oh I'm Francis." The french man counted out seventy pounds in notes and handed it to the small blonde sat in front of him.

"Well Francis, I'm Arthur." Arthur threw his famous smile standing up and becoming much more interested in the man paying for him, he linked his arm in his and led him through the dim glow of disco lights back to the room assigned to him.

"So love. How does this work for you? Top or bottom? Slowly and passionate or rough and heavy?" Arthur giggled slightly as he threw his arms over the other man's shoulders pressing his chest against his.