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| Entry tags: | author: vamphile, challenge #42: author's choice, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody |
Challenge #42: Author's Choice
Title: Hustler!Justin XI
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 4 to Justin 2 To Brian
Hustler!Justin
Hustler!Justin II
Hustler!Justin III
Hustler!Justin IV
Hustler!Justin V
Hustler!Justin VI
Hustler!Justin VII
Hustler!Justin VIII
Hustler Justin IX
Hustler!Justin X
Hustler Justin XI
I shrug off his anger and his dismissal of my reasoning. “It…”
“Pays better. You keep saying that.”
“It does.”
“But you get hurt.”
“It’s not usually this bad, and when it is, there are guys who prefer that.”
His eyes blaze and then there’s a mask. A blank look that I can’t read. “Prefer that they get you pre-beaten?”
“Stop saying that.”
“Why?”
“Because they don’t beat me. That’s for poor little victims of domestic violence. They cause pain, but I can take a little pain.”
“For money.”
“Yeah, I never understand why anyone would do this for fun.”
~~~115~~~
He doesn’t see himself as a victim. Getting paid for it doesn’t make it less dangerous. He’s fidgeting and waiting for me to say something and I’m not sure what to say. The fact that there are people who would get off on him looking the way he does now is possibly more upsetting than the fact that there are people who want to do this to him in the first place, but all of that is secondary to the fact that he doesn’t see any reason not to let them. I pour us each another drink. He downs his.
~~~116~~~
The aspirin is wearing off and I could use something stronger but I have a feeling asking him to go score something for me would be counterproductive. I move towards him, pushing the pain and all thoughts back. He shakes his head and moves a little further away. “I’m not letting you touch me 'til you’re healed.”
“By then I’ll be long gone. This won’t be completely healed for a couple of weeks.”
He stares and I realize he’s perfectly willing to keep me here for a couple of weeks. What the fuck is this guy’s issue? I shake my head.
~~~117~~~
A couple of weeks sounds like it might be long enough to figure out how his head got so fucked up in the first place. He shakes his head and I realize that I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, or why I’m doing it but Jesus, this kid can not just set up shop with no one to make sure he doesn’t end up bleeding to death on the floor.
“Who took care of you before?”
“My parents.”
“No, twat. Who got you the clients, made the appointments and ensured you weren’t bleeding internally?”
“Nice try. No.”
~~~118~~~
He wants to know about Isaac. Not gonna happen. I cross my arms and put my feet up on the coffee table. He shakes his head. “You play the little boy role well, but you’re really pretty fucking stubborn.”
“When I’m not getting paid not to be. It is my life. When I’m not on the clock, it’s my decisions.”
He smiles. “You are on the clock.”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear. But you have to tell me what that is, daddy.” I smirk as he flinches. Using my best little boy persona I giggle and pout.
~~~119~~~
That’s just sick. “Cut it out.”
“Cut what out?” He’s actually twirling a piece of his hair and his eyes are suddenly wider. His entire expression and demeanor is different.
“Justin.”
He stops. “See, I’m good at it.”
“Congratulations. Go be an actor, wait 'til you’re 21 and star in porn but…”
He cuts me off with a harsh laugh. “Brian, I can’t plan for something that might not happen.”
I look up at him. “Might not happen?”
“What are the odds I’m going to make it to twenty-one?”
He’s right. The more I know, the less likely it seems.
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