The boy stepped away from the curb as the car slowed to a halt. He bent down to look in the window at the man in the driver's seat, inside was an average mid 20s to 30 year old man, which he wouldn't lie, was a pleasant surprise.
"Hey" he called out knocking on the window gently, the window rolled down slowly. "Looking for a good time?" he continued with a small smile he knew showed off the natural pout of his lips. The man reached over to open the passenger door and smiled up expectantly.
"Get in." the boy climbed in the car, nodding slightly at the few boys who were also standing on the curb outside the car."What's your name baby? Or do I have to give you one?"
"It's Blaine, Romeo. And before you drive off you should know, I don't fuck. I only do the minor things. I'll make it worth your while."
"I'm sure you will, Blaine."
They pulled into a vacant lot, Blaine looked around for any familiar landmarks and seen nothing. He gulped audibly as the man put the car in park. He steeled himself, it was just another job and he should just get It over with.
"So, you never told me your name. Mind if I ask?"
"I do mind. You can just call me John."
"Oh, one of those are you? Don't want the wife and kids to find out you're getting head from a teenage hustler?" he said while undoing the man's pants quickly.
"No, just don't want some teenage whore spreading lies about me." Blaine gritted his teeth. He had customers badmouth him before, not one of his favorite things about his job but it happened regularly.
"Maybe you should watch the insults when I'm around your dick, John. You never know what a whore like me could do." he joked as he slid his mouth over the head of the cock in front of him. He moved down the shaft until his nose brushed the skin of his hip. He moved swiftly to finish him off and sat up to wipe at the remainder of the come around his mouth.
"So that'll be $70, thank you for your donation to the 'feeding Blaine fund'. It's been wonderful working with you." Blaine said cheekily, briefly checking himself out in the pull down mirror. After no response, he turned to find John staring at him. "What? I need my money, you didn't expect it would be free would you? Sure, your hotter than my normal customers but that doesn't mean you get a discount."
"Look at you, you're just begging for it."
"Excuse me?" Blaine said while shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"You're such a slut. You're begging to be fucked, aren't you?"
"Never mind about the money, I have to go." Blaine said urgently as he reached for the door, it was locked.
"Uh-uh Blainey. You have to play with the big boys now. I'm gonna make you a real man." John said darkly as he reached over to Blaine, pulling him closer by his forearm and pushing him forcefully into the backseat. Blaine was relatively small for his age and easy to over power.
"No! No no no no no, please don't. Please, please! You don't have to do this! I - I - you don't even have to pay. I can have one of the other guys give you a good time, for free. Please! Please don't do this."
"You're cute when you beg." he pushed him further into the cushion of the backseat, Blaine's tears being absorbed easy into it.
"Please don't do this. It's the only thing I have left. Please don't. Please."
"You want it Blainey. I know you do." he whispered, flipping him like a ragdoll onto his stomach.
"Don't.. call me.. Blainey." Blaine sobbed into cushion, trying to stop his screams, hoping that the torture he was in would soon be over.
a/n: Do you think I should continue this? Comment/Reviews are much appreciated