21 | Dead On Arrival

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"Well, you know how you said that the man who keeps trying to hurt you took you in?" I asked. "Well, what happened to you? Why were you there? What happened to your family?"

"That's a very long story that in order to tell you, I'd have to start at the very beginning." He said. "So, what do I get from you in exchange for delving into my darkest, most painful memories?"

I thought for moment. "Um, I'll suck your dick?"

He shrugged. "Okay. Deal."

I hugged him.

"My father left my mother and I before I was born. But, he was in a lot of trouble with a lot of people. He owed some very bad people a lot of money. When I was 3, those people came to my home, looking to collect on my fathers debt. They refused to believe that he left us. They took everything of value and killed my mother." He spoke, his voice low. He seemed upset. I didn't mean to upset him. "The last memory I have of her is being ripped from her arms before she was shot in the head. Next thing I knew, I was alone. I woke up in an unfamiliar city. I didn't know where I was. I was too young to survive on my own."

He leaned back.

"There was a young homeless woman. She took care of me and taught me everything I would need to know. I was about 10 when she died. Her death hurt me more than almost anything. She'd become a mother to me. She stole money from the wrong person. She did it so she could feed me. He beat her to death. She died in my arms. After that, I was on my own from there. I had to fend for myself....He came to me when I was 13. He told me that I could live in his home as long as I fulfilled his sexual needs and desires. I lived like that until I was 19. That's when he decided to teach me his trade. I don't know why. I still don't. And you know everything after that."

I didn't know what to say.

I didn't realize that he was actually just as scarred as me, if not more. I knew he'd gone through shit, but I didn't know it was that bad. I kinda just thought he was rich and entitled. But he's not. He's worked hard and been through some bad shit to get where he is. I feel bad for him.

"Now, I believe you owe me something, little one." He said, pushing his lips against mine.

I rolled my eyes and playfully shook my head, all of my thoughts forgotten momentarily.

"We had a deal." He told me, grabbing onto my hair. "I'll tell you my story and you suck my cock."

"And what will you do if I don't?"

He smirked. "Oh, I didn't think you wanna find out. C'mon, whore."

"Make me." I teased, sticking my tongue out.

His eyes narrowed.

He grabbed me by my hair and pushed me down. He kicked his sweatpants down and grabbed his cock, shoving it in my face.

I gasped and bit my lip. What were we talking about before? I don't remember. Oh well.

"Open your mouth for me." He ordered. "It's been too damn long since I've had sex and I'm not in the mood for games, boy."

I giggled. "What are you gonna do about it?"

He slapped me in the face, grabbing into my jaw. He dug his fingers in until it hurt, and I had no choice but to open my mouth to ease the pain.

He shoved his cock inside, forcing my head down. I gagged but didn't move to stop him.

The more you tease, the rougher they are. The rougher they are, the more fun it is.

I allowed him to use my mouth until he was content. He pulled me off, dragging me up to him. He used his shirt to wipe the drool from my chin and chest.

"Thank you." I breathed.

"Good boy."

He leaned back and groaned softly. He held his hand over his wound.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I think all the excitement just bothered me a little."

"Lay down." I told him. "Stop hurting yourself."

"Being in bed this long is driving me insane. I have work to do. I can't just lay around."

"Too bad. I don't want you to die."

"I'm not gonna die if I get up, Ricky."

"Well what if you do? Huh? Then what are you gonna do?"

"I assure you, standing up will not kill me."

"Well I'm not taking any chances, so lay down, turn the tv on, and hold me. I'm tired."

"You're such a baby."

"So?" I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Fine. I'll lay down, if you go get me a sweatshirt."

I nodded. "Deal."

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this was kinda just a filler. i promise the story will move along soon.

comment any predictions/questions you have.

~xxLux

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