His Protection (MxB)

The Stage 5 Clinger

"I'm so fucking sick of this! Someone better find this bitch before I lose my shit!" Bailey screamed after opening his third letter from the same creep this week.

It was almost exactly the same as all of the others. Some desperate man pleading for Bailey to be with him. Only this time there were pornographic drawings included. One of Bailey tied up and being forced to deep throat a faceless man's cock. One of Bailey with a noose around his neck while the faceless man bent him over, fucking him from behind. The worst one though, depicted Bailey with his throat slashed open, blood pouring from the wound, while the faceless man came all over his dead body.

Bailey Claire was used to all of the attention. He was a beautiful 20 year old model. He had dark hair, dark eyes framed by long black lashes. His tanned skin was soft and flawless. He had a little muscle definition but was overall slim and feminine looking with his plump pink lips.

Bailey and his agent, Nick Goldstein, a 41 year old eccentric man with a dirty mouth and even dirtier mind, were standing in the foyer of Bailey's NYC penthouse apartment. Nick plucked the letter from Bailey's hand and began to read it to himself.

'My soul burns with desire for you. I think it's only fair I burn you as well. When I have finished with you, my sweet boy, your soul will be crushed. I will ruin you for any other. You are mine.'

"Without these fucked up drawings, this would be kind of hot." Nick said after finishing the letter.

"Eww. Fucking gross, Nick. Why are you always so fucked up?" Bailey said and shoved Nick back a little. "I think I need like a body guard or something. What is this sick freak really tries to come after me? The doorman downstairs isn't going to be able to stop some fucking psycho bitch."

Bailey had been living on his own since he was 15. His mother died when he was 12 and he had endured three years of physical and mental abuse from his father, Greg, after that. His father knew exactly where to hit and with how much force. He could make Bailey feel immense pain without ever leaving a mark on his body. And since his father was chief of police in the small town Bailey called home, there was no one to protect him. He left four months after his 15th birthday and never looked back.

Luckily Nick had found him in small cafe one day and asked him if he'd ever thought of modeling. Nick helped Bailey build his portfolio and get call backs from the best modeling agencies in NYC. Then he helped him get emancipated. Bailey thought of Nick as more of a father than Greg had ever been.

"Fine, kiddo, you want a body guard? We'll hire a body guard. I'll go make a few calls." Nick said as he pulled out his phone.

"Make sure he's yummy. I don't want to be staring at another old man all day!" Bailey hollered after Nick as he walked away. Nick flipped him the bird and continued his phone conversation.

While Bailey waited for Nick he went into the kitchen and took out his tea kettle. He was exhausted but hated coffee and needed a pick me up. He loved tea with lemon and honey. He drank several cups a day, if not, he suffered terrible headaches from caffeine withdrawal.

He got out his favorite Minnie Mouse mug and poured the steaming water in. He added his tea bag and the lemon juice and honey. Bailey had just taken a sip when Nick began talking behind him.

Startled, Bailey choked and spit his tea everywhere. Nick chuckled and patted his back.

"Nick, you fuckin bitch! Don't sneak up on me, you know I'm on edge."

"Sorry kiddo," Nick continued to laugh while Bailey glared at him. "Anywhore, I have three men coming over to my office to interview in an hour. I called for a car so we should head there now."

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After traveling through the concrete jungle by way of Lincoln Town car, the pair arrived at Nick's office.

Inside sat Gloria, Nick's receptionist. "You have two gorgeous men waiting for you. Please tell me they're interviewing for Tracey's old position. I would love a little eye candy around the office."

"Girl, back up, these men are mine. Well... Maybe. I'll have to see them for myself. I'm interviewing for a body guard. I'm gorgeous and someone wants to rape and murder me because of it." Bailey said and shrugged.

"You lucky whore! I mean... not about the rape and murder part... But those men can guard my body any day." Gloria said back as she fanned herself.

"Well I am going to have to see them shirtless, ya know, to check their level of physical fitness. I'll try to sneak some pics and send them to you." Bailey winked. "Come along, Nick. Send them in, Gloria."

Nick and Bailey took their seats on the leather sofa in Nick's office. Gloria opened the door and the first man walked in. Nick motioned for him to take a seat across from them.

"That will be all, thank you for your time." Bailey said before the man could sit. The man looked confused but turned and left the office.

"Ugh, his hair was so ugly, I hate blonde hair, you know that Nick! What the hell?"

"His hair is not going to protect you, Bailey! We are interviewing for a body guard not a boyfriend! Don't pull that shit again." Nick was so frustrated he could scream but he was used to Bailey's attitude by now.

Bailey rolled his eyes and Gloria opened the door again. This time a tall man with neatly styled dark brown hair walked in. His muscles were bulging in his ill-fitting suit. Bailey couldn't understand how Gloria thought these men were attractive. He would have thought this man was gorgeous had he not been dressed like he bought his suit when he was a prepubescent teen. But knowing Nick would scold him again he let the man sit down.

Nick ran through a list of questions to which Bailey half listened. They concluded the interview and the man left after shaking hands with Nick.

"Nope." Bailey said as soon as the man was gone.

"Jesus, Bailey, you weren't even listening to him. How would you know whether he's a good fit or not?"

"He's a bad dresser. Bitch, I'm a fashion model. I can't have people in ugly clothes around all day. Gross, Nick!" Bailey scoffed and gave Nick a WTF look.

Gloria knocked and stepped in the office. "Another interviewee has arrived."

Nick nodded, "Send him in."

As soon as the man was in their line of sight, Bailey blurted out, "You're hired!"