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The seat belt buckled as Itrapped pressed his body against the leather underneath him—he never expected that his life would end up like this. Inside a stranger's car on the way to some strange club, it was not exactly what he had hoped he would end up like. Yet, money was important. If only the price wasn't…this
He couldn't take his eyes off of the car window—staring off into the shady buildings and rocky streets around him. He was aware that paying his debts for surgeries would be difficult; he just never wanted to go this far—but hey, if he makes enough money to pay for everything he wants to, the entire worry will be gone...he just has to be patient.
“We're here,” the driver dictated, his voice as firm and sharp as broken glass. Itrapped nodded, not even bothering to thank the driver as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.
He stepped out, feeling the cold air brush against his skin, the way his blonde hair uncomfortably touched his neck, and the way he felt his stomach fall sick witnessing the unpleasant building he was actually going to walk into—it made him feel gross.
“Before you leave,” the driver called out, “may I, uhm…get your number?” You know, just to maybe take those…services…of yours.” An awkward chuckle escaped the man's lips. God, how are some people this pathetic?
Itrapped groaned under his breath, silently pulling out a paper from his pocket. “It’s written on the card.” He muttered, frustrated. “If you're desperate.” He spoke; for some reason old men really had degradation kinks—it was something odd he had always noticed.
When the car drove away, he sighed as he took cautious steps towards the club—the bright colors flashing across his face an irritating sight to witness. The door was already unlocked, though, as expected, a bouncer stopped him from entering without verifying his invitation.
The discussion was over before it even started, immediately being welcomed into the disco. If the loud music and constant noise weren't annoying enough, there were people pressing themselves into each other, initiating obvious sexual intercourse.
Itrapped wanted to throw up— was that really gonna be him? Well….whatever, it's for the money.
He strolled around the room a little bit, trying to distract himself from the very near future, until, a voice called out for him; “Itrapped! Is that you?” It exclaimed, gosh, did they need to be so….noisy!?
“Greetings. Are you the one who bought my services?” He asked firmly, not wasting any time getting to the point. “Yes! Yes I am, thank you.” they let out an awkward chuckle, just making the entire situation more uncomfortable for the both of them.
This man looked like he was pushing his forties— a rough, stubby beard, tacky business suit, eyebrows like caterpillars and ashy bags under his eyes. His ugly appearance was all Itrapped needed to confirm what he's gonna do..and really, he wasn't feeling excited about this one bit.
“My name's Gerald, just follow me into this VIP room and—” blah, blah, blah, blah, blah was all Itrapped heard. He got hired to just give the man a simple blowjob, there's no need for fancy ‘vip’ rooms, but it didn't matter either way. He was just gonna give the guy what he wants, take the money and leave, simple.
Gerald led him into this luxurious room, perfect air conditioning, red leathers sofas and fluffy carpets— Even he had to admit, it was kind of nice. The man immediately sat down on one of the sofas, his sweaty hands unbuckling his belt…here comes the ‘fun part’.
Itrapped sat down right Infront of him, feeling this guy's little ‘friend’ shoved against his cheek. He internally sighed as he grabbed the member and shoved it inside of his mouth, making sure to take it to the base— it was below average anyway. He felt his hair roughly gripped hair, the guy attempting to get push his manhood deeper inside of his mouth.
After what felt like an eternity, Gerald finished inside of him, slowly pulling out his wet mess. He chuckled, amused at all of this. Itrapped just wiped his mouth with his sleeve— he can't help but feel utterly disgusting..no, don't think that…that money is way too good to decline. Itrapped stood up before the man grabbed his wrist.
“Hey- what are you…” Itrapped called out before the man suddenly undressed him; “Stop- hey, this was just a blowjob service, not full on sex!” He exclaimed, distressed. Gerald just chuckled and grabbed out a lot more money from his pocket— holy shit, that was a lot…
“You want that, boy?” He tilted his head as he put one of his hands on his hip; “Then be a good one and let me put this penis inside of you.” Straight to the point? Goddamn..
It was rather obvious Itrapped didn't want to, but the money…—
“…fine.” he muttered, accepting the annoying hour he'll go through with..