Gerard sits on the edge of the bed staring off into the nothingness of the empty room. His mind is tormented by thoughts of what is about to happen. He releases a shuddering breath as he wraps his arms around his naked torso for warmth and some sense of self comfort. He shuts his eyes. Hes used to it; being treated like a piece of meat. At the beginning, he used to curl up into a ball, feeling dirty and soiled, and just cry until he was awoken again. You see Gerard was a trading piece. Sort of like a chip you would deal with at a poker game. Whoever won got to keep him until they where bored or lost him in a bet. He has passed through so many hands-men and women – So by now he was numb. Numb inside, he wished he was physically numb too. Then he wouldn't feel it whenever someone pulled his hair, licked his face or whenever they shoved their cocks down his throat and fucked his mouth senseless. So, tonight would be no different. He would more than likely be passed on from Bert-his current owners) greedy clutches to another dirty gamblers equally greedy clutches. So, tonight Bert decided he would make the most of Gerard while he lasted.
The bedroom door slowly creaked open, causing a strip of fluorescent light to illuminate the room and frame a shadowed silhouette in the door way. Gerard opened his eyes and lifted his chin up. He may be a whore, but he was still damn proud of who he was. He stared at him for a while and he knew that Bert stared back. He could imagine that disgusting smirk gracing his rough, haggard lips.
Bert began to move towards Gerard, slithering across the room like the vile snake he was. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it and scooted closer to Gerard. Gerard was sitting rigid and tense, with hazel eyes dull and blank , like a ghost caught between hell and earth. In a way that is what he was. These never ending bed room suites where his own personal purgatory. But what had he done to deserve this. Nothing!One second, he was an upcoming comic book artist with a dream of success and then BAM! He's some sort of sexual toy for a bunch of bastards with no life or ambitions.
Bert draws him back to the present when he grips his thighs and pushes them apart, he bends down and licks at Gerard's entrance. Looking for some form of reaction from the frail man. Gerard doesn't dish it out. Bert growls and pushes Gerard's thin legs above his own head, And as he prepares to enter him: Gerard wishes yet again that he was Physically numb.