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Once Bailey's take went up, things like working at the dock and waiting tables were laughable. Five pounds an hour, when Bailey wanted a thousand pounds by the end of the week? Yeah, that was just not cutting it.
That was when he started selling himself.
It wasn't bad, really. In fact, he was kind of living the dream. He got to have dicks in his mouth, and he got to get paid for it. Like the saying went do what you love and work will feel like play.
And he really loved sucking dick. More than almost anything, really.
If Bailey wasn't doing that fucking weekly findom, his life would be pretty all right. Sure, there were creeps, but he could suck or scare them off, depending.
(Honestly, the least Bailey could do was fuck him, and he wouldn't even do that. The fucker had to add edging in with his findoming.)
So, every day after school, he stood on the sidewalk and waited for his customers to come around. And they always did. Night or day, the town was filled with people who wanted to fuck him.
There was no lack of people who wanted a fuck in this town, that was for sure.
He wore skinny jeans which showed off his ass, and a tight shirt. He'd gotten a tattoo on his neck that said one hundred pounds which brought in the customers. He'd been getting a hundred pounds for a few minutes work for some time.
The faster he got them off, the more dicks he could suck in a day. The more he sucked and fucked, the more he had to pay Bailey's fucking edging ass off.
Way better than waiting tables, that was for sure.
Somebody exited out of the shopping centre, and he stepped forward to make sure the guy got a good look at him. If the person had enough to go shopping, they might want a nice treat after.
This guy looked way out of place. He was tall, and extremely well built bear of a man who had on flannel and some thick jacket, as well as dark jeans. His hair was brown, and slightly shaggy. Long enough for a short ponytail at his nape.
Even though his shirt was buttoned up high, there were hints of quite a few scars. He felt his heartbeat rise as the guy came closer.
Those blue eyes fell on him. There was something fierce, even predatory about them. Damn, he was massive. Broad shoulders, bulging muscles and another big bulge which drew his eye. He had to be over six foot. Maybe edging towards seven.
"You selling?"
The man had a rough, even slightly raspy voice. It made him only more attractive.
He nodded.
"How much?"
He motioned to the tattoo on his neck.
"A hundred pounds."
"Bit much, but I'll take it. Make it worth my while."
"O-Oh, I will. T-Take me to your car."
"I walked."
"A-Alley, then?"
He was used to squatting in dingy alleys and sucking dick. The moldy scent of old, damp bricks didn't even bother him anymore.
The man glanced back at the crowd, like some of them might turn into zombies and try and eat him.
"Let's go somewhere more secluded. Follow me."
The man led him down the street, towards the temple, and finally to the mouth of the woods.
The woods wasn't exactly where he usually did tricks, but whatever his client wanted.
Especially one this sexy.
Besides, moss would be way easier on his knees than concrete anyways.
Man, it was difficult to walk with a hard on. And just being near this guy got him hot. He was practically trembling with arousal by the time he got on his knees.
God, the guy's thighs were so strong, they could probably crush someone's head. He unzipped and took the man's half-hard cock out.
He'd sucked a lot of dick, and done plenty of hand jobs as well. He hadn't gotten enough nerve to let anyone get deeper in him. He wasn't sure if it'd hurt, and maybe part of him wanted it kind of special.
Not like he had a boyfriend. Bailey's findoming ways made sure he didn't have time for anything but sucking cock for money. And Bailey, utter bastard that he was, didn't even let him suck his cock to pay.
But, this was the best dick he'd ever seen. And he had seen a lot of dicks. The man's cock was real fucking girthy, big, veiny and long. He let out a moan as he took that first lick at the tip. He could barely wait to get the guy deep in his mouth.
He moaned as he started to lick the tip. He greedily licked that precum off and took the guy's cock deeper in his mouth, as deep as he could manage.
He didn't have any gag reflex. A great boon in his line of work.
The guy smiled slightly.
"You can take me deep, can't you? Then take it all."
The man took a tight grip on his red hair and pushed his cock deeper. He moaned as he licked and sucked. Even though his lips ached, and drool dripped down his chin, he gave the fucking blowjob of his life. He licked and sucked until his tongue was sore, until he was so hard that he could barely think.
This guy deserved it, whoever he was. Hell, if he wasn't so strapped for cash, he would've sucked this guy for free, just for the pleasure of having this perfect cock in his mouth.
He moaned as he sucked that perfect cock, desperate to have that guy in as deep as he could take.
The man tightened his grip and pushed his cock even deeper into his mouth. And he started to thrust and mercilessly fuck his mouth.
The guy came pretty fast, though if he lasted any longer, his mouth probably would've ached from taking him.
Despite that, as he swallowed, like a good boy, he felt a little disappointment.
Even if it hurt, he would've taken the guy longer.
Now it'd be over, and he'd be off to new clients.
The man looked him over.
"You got real hard."
"C-Can you blame me?"
"It wouldn't be right to leave you wanting. I'll finish you off."
He cleared his throat. "Y-Your thighs...can I?"
The man smiled.
"Sure. Go ahead."
The guy pulled off his pants. God, his thighs were even sexier out of his pants. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to fuck them.
The guy pulled out some pocket sized lube from his pants and sat on the mossy ground.
"L-Let me."
He rubbed lovingly between the guy's thick, muscled, hairy thighs, until there was enough lube to make sure neither of them would end up chafed. The more he rubbed, the more turned on he got. He took a deep breath, before the guy tightened his thighs enough for him to thrust into.
"Go ahead."
He breathed through his nose sharply and pushed his erect cock between the guy's thick, muscled, and scarred thighs. The man rubbed at the tip of the cock every time he thrust through.
When precum covered the tip of his cock, the man wiped it up with his fingers and brought it to his mouth.
"Waste not, want not."
He groaned. He'd never for even a second ever forget that image. The man licking his fingertip to taste his come.
It honestly took everything to hold on. He was already so hard from just sucking off the guy, it was ridiculous. And getting to see more of him, and thrust into those thighs? Fuck, he didn't want to embarrass himself and make the guy think he was a two-pump chump.
He was a professional. Except, clients didn't usually care if he came.
And they usually weren't this hot, either.
He pulled back and panted. He tried to focus on things which wouldn't make him come. Awful things in his life. Like Bailey demanding he paid. Wait, that didn't work, and he was even more turned on.
"F-Fuck...."
"Got you all hot and bothered, did I? Just come. There's no shame in a short fuck if it feels good."
"A-All right..."
He pushed back between the man's muscled thighs. Each thrust got him closer and closer. He began to whimper, almost embarrassingly so. It wasn't long before he was filled with white hot surge of pleasure, and come all over the man's thighs.
"You're pretty cute."
The guy parted his thighs. The man's refractory period had to be utterly superhuman. He couldn't believe the guy was hard again.
"Open those legs. I'm getting my money's worth with you. If I'm going to pay a hundred pounds for a whore, I'm getting more than a blowjob."
"W-What? I-I've never before," he gasped.
"A virgin?"
The man smirked.
"Then you were worth the money after all."
Fuuuck. This guy was so fucking hot that he was going to give him a superhuman refractory period at this rate.
The man pulled off his shirt, and coat. God, if he thought this man had perfect thighs, his muscles were fucking fantastic. Thick, abs, strong biceps that could lift him up like a bride, and pectorals so big he could probably make them dance if he wanted.
He took a deep breath. Holy fuck. He didn't even know they made men this hot.
The man began to lube down his cock, with his rough, calloused fingers.
He stared, with open longing.
Fuck. He was losing his virginity, and losing it to the sexiest man he'd ever seen.
Oh, and he was getting paid for it.
Sometimes life wasn't awful.
"L-Let me. Please."
He licked his lips eagerly and began to rub the man's thick cock down with slick lube. God, the man had to most perfect cock. He was mixed with jealousy, because his cock was pretty average sized, massive arousal because perfect cock and the rising anticipation that he'd finally know what it was like to have a guy inside him.
Inside more than his mouth, that was.
His lubing turned a lot closer to quasi-handjob, as he felt up every bit of girth of the man's cock. He couldn't stop touching him, and feeling that fullness in his grips.
"If you keep it up with those talented fingers, I'm going to come before I get in you," the man said gruffly.
"O-oops. S-sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for."
The man leaned in and kissed his forehead, such a tender gesture that he hadn't expected at all.
Clients usually didn't care to kiss. They didn't come to a whore next to the shopping centre for grand romance.
"You ready?"
He nodded.
"Y-Yeah."
"Take deep breaths. It takes some getting used to."
Especially with someone that size. He hadn't even had the courage to try fingering his ass.
He laid back, and the man climbed up to straddle his hips. The man held his cock in his grasp.
His hard cock rubbed up against that man's perfect chest. Oh, man. This guy was going to turn him into the bottoming equivalent of a two-pump chump at this rate. He might not even last until he was inside.
He breathed deep through his nose, as the pressure filled him. The guy was lubed up enough that he slipped in easy.
"Damn, you're tight."
The man thrust deep inside of him. He held on tight, as tight as he could. The pressure was intense. He'd never quite been this full before. And then the guy pushed into something which made him utterly gasp, and cling to him desperately for any hold past the intense spike of pleasure.
The man smirked.
"I like that I'm the first cock you ever knew, boy. I'll teach you the kind of pleasure you never even dreamed of."
He couldn't speak, and could only managed to nod as the guy pushed deep into him again. He let out a cry. He was too incoherent to think on the embarrassment of how this guy had turned him into a screamer so easily.
The man groaned and clutched him tight. He thrust in harder and harder, slamming against the point which kept giving him pleasure. His cock kept rubbing against the man's muscled chest. He didn't even know that anyone could have that much pleasure.
With nothing but woods around them, he let out moan after moan.
"You're too cute. You'll make me come fast."
But, he couldn't help it. He tightened around the guy, eager to feel every vein and inch of his girth as much as he could.
He came, with a final scream. His come covered the guy's chest. He panted as the instant surge of pleasure filled him inside and out.
The guy came a few moments later, and warmth shot up into him. He'd be full of that warmth for some time, and remember just how it felt to be fucked senseless up his ass for the very first time.
The man pulled out and lay beside him, panting.
And for a few minutes, that was it. Them, and the sounds of the forest. Kind of romantic for a first time. As romantic as selling himself for a hundred pounds could be, anyways.
"M-Maybe I'll...see you around sometime? I-I could give you a discount...for being a repeat customer. Maybe?"
The man got dressed, and he figured that he might as well pull his clothes back on as well. He'd definitely have to wash them considering he was pulling them onto his come soaked body.
(Bailey would probably charge him more for that, too.)
He almost never felt empty or what if...'s about clients. They were nothing more than johns to fill his pocket, and dicks to suck. He didn't ask for names, and didn't give his.
It was better that way.
But this guy...he was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Sexy and rugged, and damn if he hadn't made him come.
And he didn't even know his name.
And probably wouldn't, at this rate. He'd just be the forest guy. Who he would look out for as he did his rounds and got findomed by Bailey weekly, as Bailey by his very existence edged him within an inch of his life, and made him pay for the privilege of it.
There was a growing panic in his chest that this guy would be the one that got away. But he couldn't think of anything to make him stay.
Maybe offer him a freebie? Damn, he'd have to start printing coupons. Buy ten dick sucks, get one free.
The man didn't say anything to that.
Maybe he wasn't good enough. The guy had said he charged too much. His shoulders slumped. He should've given him a discount outright.
He got his clothes back on. He was a hundred more dollars into paying Bailey. If he sucked some more dick, he'd be that much closer.
Though none of them would compare to this guy's perfect cock. That was for sure.
"You're husband material," the man said softly.
He blinked several times as he tried to parse this. "W-What?"
"You heard me. Think it's time I get myself a little husband. It's lonely up there in the forest. Need someone to keep me company."
"What?"
There was something new, wild dangerous in those blue eyes. His heartbeat hammered in his chest.
He really didn't think he could get anymore turned on than he was, damn.
"I'll keep you safe, little husband. This town's no place for you. You're much too tiny for them to paw and hurt. I won't stand for that."
"W-Wait a minute-"
"My little husband deserves to be taken care of in every way. And I'll do it. I'll be a good husband for you."
But, the guy didn't wait for an answer. The man just lifted him up so easily and carried him off deeper into the woods. It was all he could do to cling to the man's flannel shirt and brown coat. Arousal sprung further with every muscle he rubbed up against.
No way he could fight back if the man could lift him like a ragdoll. All he could do was hold on for the ride.
The man decided they were married, and that was that. He was still trying to catch up from the 180 degree turn this had taken.
Oh, and the lack of blood in his brain sure helped keep him dazed.
The man held him sheltered close to his perfect chest, away from branches as the forest grew more deep.
What. The. Fuck? What kind of caveman shit was this? Did this technically count as kidnapping if he was this turned on and into it?
And was it messed up if the more he thought about it, the more he was okay with this?
In the deepest part of the forest, the man came to a cabin, and finally set him down. There was a natural spring covered with sticks, a vegetable plot, and a few barrels full of storage.
It was rugged, and kind of cozy. Way better than his room at the orphanage, anyways.
"I'll take care of you. Keep you safe, feed you, get you a nice new collar. All for my little husband."
"A collar, you say?"
Oh, man. If he got any harder, he'd cream in his pants right there.
The man smiled. "Knew you'd see it my way."
He got that leash and collar on him in seconds, and pulled that leash taut, to force him into a kiss.
Not that the man had to force hard, because being a slut was his job description.
Every time he thought about the sheer, raw strength of the hunter man, he got even more turned on. At this rate, he'd be shaking with arousal if the guy so much as looked his way.
"You're mine now. You gave yourself to me, my little husband."
Was this guy a time traveler from 1830? It'd explain a lot, considering.
It was really Me Tarzan, you Jane.
Also, it was really hot.
Really, really hot.
"Hard again? I can't have my husband being unsatisfied. Looks like we got similar libidos. Good."
They ended up on the ground together. The man pulled them lube out again, and rubbed his cock down.
"I-I don't even know your name!" He gasped.
"Eden."
Pretty name. Unique. Though it was hard to think of such things when he was this hard.
Eden held their cocks close together and rubbed them. His already was topped with precum.
He whimpered as he thrust against Eden's hands, his cock. Oh, it all felt so good. Eden held him close with his other arm as he pushed their cocks together in some sort of duo handjob.
Each touch of his rough, calloused hands was incredible against his cock.
He was not going to last. He was going to cream himself and make a mess.
But, for once, he didn't have to hold on. Because Eden came fast as well. And as long as they both had fun, Eden didn't seem to mind how quickly he came.
Eden let go of him just to take off his shirt. He nearly whimpered in frustration at the lack of those big, calloused hands all over him. But, Eden quickly returned his attentions.
"I needed to see you, little husband. I like what I see."
He was left gasping. He managed to not even outlast Eden. Not with how the whole er, this probably, technically counts as kidnapping turned him on so.
He felt a warm rush pool in his groin, and another burst of warmth all over his abdomen. If that wasn't enough, Eden let out a low, extremely sexy groan and Eden shot his load all over his stomach.
He was covered with not just his his own cum, but Eden's took.
"Marking my territory. Trespassers will be punished."
He gasped. How could one person be so fucking hot? At this rate he'd be hard again in minutes.
For the second time that day, he was left panting in the forest after being fucked by Eden.
This wasn't how he envisioned his day going. But, Bailey probably would think to look for him in the woods. He'd be relatively safe here. Honestly, very few people could challenge a guy that massive and built.
He could suck and fuck the most perfect specimen of manhood he'd ever met. He even got his own collar.
What would he even do every day except satisfy his husband sexually? Take naps in the grass? Relax in the spring (then get fucked by Eden), maybe garden a little (in between being fucked by Eden) and pick some mushrooms? (And also get fucked on them.)
They'd sleep at some point, after completely exhausting each other.
And the more he thought about this life, the more he was perfectly fine with going back to nature with his big, burly hunter man.
If the hottest man he'd ever met suddenly decided that he was husband material, and wanted to feed, take care of him, and keep him safe (along with fucking him about 50 times a day) who was he to say no?
(Especially when it had the added bonus of being a gigantic fuck you to Bailey's payments.)
"Come on, husband. We need to eat. Gotta keep your strength up for tonight."
Tonight? As in more sex? Wow, Eden's libido was monstrous.
And he had to admit that he'd have quite a good time keeping his hunter husband satisfied. Even if it took all day and night.