Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I make any money from this. I also do not own the characters.
Info: Set after the events of "Rumors"; Sam's family needs money and his big mouth is going to help him get it.
"Words in dialogue like this are Sam's thoughts"-note BOTH text and "" have to be italicized for it to be Sam's thoughts.
Warnings: slash; blowjob; underage prostitution; douchebag!Finn (is he any other way?); angst (not sure if I did a good job)
Story Start:
The boys at my old school always joked at how "useful" my mouth could be in certain situations and I always joked back with them, trying to pretend that their comments didn't bother me. Then at McKinley, I endured more quips about how huge my mouth is -"How many balls can you fit in your mouth?" and Santana's "Trouty Mouth" song – but they hurt more with each joke. Tears continued to fill my eyes as I laughed, sounding more like a broken sob to even my own ears. I never would've thought those remarks would actually give me the idea of how to help me help my family. I laughed/sobbed brokenly again. The sweaty odor of Finn's salty cock and balls still overwhelmed my nostrils and the acrid taste of his cum still stained my tongue. I swallowed, trying to gulp away the taste even as memories of how I got here – in my car, in front of the motel, crying- flooded me.
It was the day after I brought my younger sister and brother to sing with me in Glee club. For the first time since my dad lost his job, I didn't feel like the earth was crumbling under me, getting ready to swallow me whole and leave my sister and brother defenseless. I actually felt relieved and a tiny bit happier than before. I thought that maybe everything wasn't as bad as I thought and that I could finally stop...stop doing that to anyone who would pay. I was an idiot. I should've known I was merely in the eye of the hurricane. I should've known that someone or something would've come around to shatter my temporary peace. I just didn't know it would be Finn.
When Finn first showed up at the motel my family and I were staying at, I thought he was just bringing me some more clothes and, therefore, didn't bat an eyelash when he asked me to come to his car to help carry the boxes of clothes in.
"Unlock the trunk," I called out to Finn who was a foot away from me, leaning back casually on his heels with this sly look on his face. He gave me an obviously faux-bewildered look. I knew it was faked because he didn't look nearly as stupid as he did when he was truly confused.
"Why?" he asked, voiced filled with what could easily be mistaken for innocent inquiry if not for the smug edge that lay beneath the surface. But I was too stupid to notice.
"For the clothes. You did mention them, didn't you?" I replied with a slightly confused cock of my head. I remember thinking: "I know Finn is stupid, but is he so stupid to forget what he came here for?" As I feel Finn's large cock –proportionate to his height- fuck my throat raw, I think back on that thought with disgust at my idiocy.
The sly smile on Finn's face widened into a smug grin. That was the first time that I realized that something else was not quite right with Finn –the obvious, of course, being his lack of intellect.
"I did," he stated matter-of-factly. His gave me a long up-and-down look that sent chills crawling over my spine like spiders made out of ice. I blinked and the next moment he was standing in front of me, his face only a few inches away from mine. I backed up in surprise, bumping into the trunk of his car. Before I knew it, Finn had my wrist in his grip. His fingers were steel tight around me and I gasped out in shocked pain.
"What the hell, man!" I screamed, pushing Finn –who now looked like some behemoth as he loomed over me- away. Or trying to at least. He was sturdier than he looked. He barely budged an inch when I pushed against his chest.
"Come down man," Finn leaned over me to whisper in my ear. "I just didn't want anyone else to hear what I have to say."
"Hear what?" I asked irritably, chalking his strange behavior up to idiocy-induced paranoia. His lips curved up into a mocking smile.
"I know what you do Sam to make ends meet and I want to help you out." My breath caught in my throat.
"He couldn't be talking about that! He can't be," I thought furiously, but as Finn continued to talk all my hope that he was talking about…about anything, but that burnt away.
"I know you put that mouth of yours to use and suck cock and I hear you're pretty good at it," he breathed into my ear. "I know you suck cock for money and I want to help your business grow. What do you say: my clothes for your mouth?" When he finished, he leaned back with a cocky grin on his face, his eyes boring into mine. I looked away in shame. My face was beet-red and I felt lower than filth.
"He knows! Oh my fucking God, he knows! Dammit! Dammit!" I screamed in my mind. "He knows and he wants me to…" I couldn't finish that thought. It made my stomach flip in nausea.
"Did you hear me? Or should I speak in whore-talk?" Finn leered, looming indecently close to me. I instinctually jerked away from him, forgetting that I was already pressed against the trunk of Finn's car. I fell on my butt as the back of my legs came in sudden, hard content with the metal of the trunk. Suddenly, Finn cruelly chuckled: the way a bully laughs when he has his prey cornered. Anger swelled within me and I pushed myself up, planning to shove him out of the way if he stayed standing in my way. But he stepped to the side as I stormed past him. Before I was out of earshot, I heard him sneer:
"I'll be waiting at my house. Kurt will be over at Blaine's and Burt and Carol are trying to keep their marriage 'fresh' by dating and today is their date night. Come over at nine if you don't I'll tell the Muckraker and child services about that little prostitution ring you have going on. I bet child services would get even more interested when they find out about your jobless dad and absent mom." The blood in my veins froze in fear and, suddenly paralyzed, I stopped quickly. My sudden anger died down and left me speechless and weak. Finn's mocking laughter echoed in my head even after he had driven off, the exhaust from his car spilling out like miasma.
I nervously paced back and forth in front of the door to the Hummel/Hudson home. It was 8:57 PM. I hadn't rung the doorbell yet, but I knew I would. I had already swallowed my pride –and other things- for my family. "Once more won't be any different, even if it would be with someone I know from school." I told myself. I checked my wristwatch. It read: 9:00PM.
"You can do this, Sam. Think about your brother, your sister, and dad. They need me to do this and if I don't, all our lives will be ruined anyway," I repeated to myself, trying to summon the courage needed to ring the doorbell but none came. I anxiously checked my watch again. It read: 9:05PM. Breathing in a deep breath and preparing myself for my fate, I rang the bell. And waited. A little over three minutes later, Finn was standing in the newly opened doorway. He wore this sleazy, cocky smirk that made me want to simultaneously punch him in the face and turn away out of humiliation. I did the latter.
"No need to be this shy. I'm not your first and I doubt I'll be your last," Finn chuckled, not a pleasant or comforting sound. "Come in. We'll be in the living room," Finn said before heading into his home. A pregnant heartbeat later, I followed after him, shutting the door behind me.
I found Finn sitting on a dark gray couch in front of a black TV. His blue jeans and black boxers were already pulled down to around his ankles. A fluffy brown bear sat on top of the TV, completely discordant with the anxiety I felt. Finn was beckoning me over, and after nearly ten seconds I slowly trudged over to him. All almost eleven inches of his dick was hard and standing straight into the air, except for a slight tilt to the left at the head. Thick veins spiraled down its length, leading down to a hair base where big, hairy balls laid. They reminded me of boulders next to an obelisk and if this was another place, another reason for being here, I would have probably laughed at the imagery. I could only feel even worse as I looked at his monster-cock and huge balls. I handled larger before on both fronts, but that didn't mean I was anything but disgusted and ashamed at having to do this again. Finn casually stroked his erect dick as he stared at me, into my eyes, daring me to look away in embarrassment. I did and I was rewarded another scornful laugh. My face must have been redder than a ripened tomato.
"I know it's big, but you can stop staring and start sucking," Finn sneered. I hadn't realized that I stopped moving the moment I studied his cock. Blushing even harder, I started walking again, not stopping until I was in front of him. He gave me an encouraging downward nod and, taking the hint, knelt between his slightly hairy legs, the pale skin obvious amid strands of black hair. Closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath, I steadied myself. "I'm not some blushing virgin. I did this before with older –even 'bigger'- men. I can do this. It's for my dad, my sister, my brother. I can do this," I muttered over and over in my head, making the words into a sort of chant or protective spell to take my mind off of what I was about to do and what I was already doing. His dick was barely an inch away from my face. I licked my lips nervously before leaning my right hand forward, lightly pinching the head of his cock. The dick jerked out of my fingers and Finn moaned out as I continued to gently pinch and tease the head of his dick. I used my other hand to softly and very slowly follow the tracery of the veins on his dick: pulling here; pinching there; pressing here. Pre-cum spilled from his cock and, resisting the urge to pull away, I used the stick substance to massage the dark purplish head of Finn's reddish cock, inciting moans and whimpers of pleasure from Finn's tongue.
"Fuck!" Finn said over and over again as my fingers toyed with his cock. Suddenly, he knocked my hands away from his cock, leaking pre-cum and stained a dark red in its need. In the next second, his hands are fisted roughly in my hair and force me down on his dick He slid my left cheek against the head of his dick in his haste, leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum where I brushed against me. I repressed my gag reflex when I tasted his cock as he rammed it into me. It was pungent and bitter, like what I imagined unwashed jockey shorts would taste like. The flavor tickled the back of my throat, filling me with the almost-need to puke. The smell of his crotch as he savagely pushed me on and off his cock wasn't any better.
"This is for my family. This is for my family. This is for my family," I continued to chant as I submitted to his skull-fucking, trying my best to accommodate his size as well as not bite him, despite how much I wanted to. I hummed and sucked in my cheeks on Finn's cock, sending what had to be sparks of pleasure soaring from his cock and straight to his balls if I judge the grunts of pleasure that ne emitted. My right hand was splayed over his thigh, granting me a solid base to take in all of Finn in one gulp and put more power in my sucking. My left hand was between his legs, squeezing and massaging his large balls just this side of painful. His legs tightened around my shoulders as I brought him to the brink of orgasm, his cries growing rougher and his already savage skull-fucking becoming even wilder.
"Oh F -U-CK!" Finn screams out in one drawn out moan. His cock spurting jets of hot semen into my mouth as he continued to slam into me. The fists that gripped my hair pulled me so hard that I knew that Finn had ripped out strands of my hair. Sooner than I expected, Finn calmed down, the last dregs of his briny seed spilling inside of me. Thinking that it was finally over, I pulled away, planning to spit out his revolting semen in the first wastebasket I could find. As I rose, Finn gripped my shirt before I was out of arm reach.
"Did you swallow?" Finn asked me, his eyes heavy-lidded with after-sex exhaustion. There was no point to lie so I just shook my head. The corners of his lips quirked up in a malicious smirk.
"Then do it. I want to see you swallow my load, you faggot-whore. And I want you to see me while you do it," Finn said, his voice hoarse from the strained grunts and moans of his recent orgasm. Swallowing my pride once more, I did as he commanded. His semen burned my throat on its way down and I imagined his spunk eating away at the insides of my gut as it slid into my stomach. I felt like throwing up.
"Good," Finn said before pulling up his boxers and pants, lifting his pale butt off of the couch to slip them on. He swiftly zipped his jeans up before buttoning them at the top. He then reclined against his couch, his arms splayed over the couch's back.
"I'm done here. I'll bring the clothes by tomorrow if I feel like it. Shut the door behind you," Finn said before falling asleep, snoring almost immediately afterward. I stared at him for a moment, wondering if I has the courage to smother him while he was still asleep. I didn't. I left his house and even shut the door like a good little slut. The taste of cock and cum was still fresh in my mouth as I drove home – or to the motel that I was forced to call home. My vision blurred with tears and I parked in front of the motel room –the room I shared with my family. I swallowed a couple times reflexively as more tears overflowed the banks of my eyes. The tide of despair and worthlessness that has been my constant companion ever since I first began sucking cock for money threatened to flood over my proverbial banks and drown me. I let it.
How'd you like it? My 2nd Glee fic and my 1st smutty one! Definitely inspired by my perverted mind and the Rumors Episode. Was I the only one who saw a lovely setting for a smut fic with Sam as a prostitute to help his family from that ep? I hope not, otherwise, that may mean I should start seeing someone for the dirty, dirty thoughts that regularly flood my mind.
Anyway, I have an idea to make this a series or an oneshot. I'm not sure if I should keep it a one-shot or make it a series so I'm leaving it up to you and your reviews.
As usual if you find any errors –grammatical, spelling, canonical, or otherwise- plz pm me my mistake and I'll fix it ASAP.
05/05/2011
