I don't remember when it started. I don't remember how it started. I think he offered me money...he'd heard from somewhere in school that I'd suck dick for money. After all, dying all the time makes it difficult to hold down a legitimate job.
Anyway, we ended up messing around. I charged him just like everybody else. Looking back, I should've charged more than usual. No one had ever been quite so rough with me, quite so demanding. He'd choke me and call me names. No, not me.
He'd call Kyle names. Jew, faggot, kike...
He'd ask me how much better his dick felt than some jock prick. And I pretended that I didn't know who he was talking about. He'd ask me if it felt good when he slammed into me unprepared. And I'd tell him yes. After all, I wasn't there to teach. I was there to replace someone else. I was there to fulfill his fantasy.
"You like that, you little slut?" He panted. Hands rough. Bruising my wrists, holding them tight. Head pounding as he slipped in and out of me impossibly fast. Wrenching me this way and that. Slapping me when I didn't answer.
I knew that there was no way Kyle would answer yes. But he didn't want that. He wanted fantasy Kyle. Submissive, obedient Kyle. So that's what I gave him. That's what I was there for.
"Y-Yes!" I gasped, breath still ragged from his hands on my throat.
"You like my big cock in you, don't you, kike?" He tweaked my nipples, grabbed my ass.
I nodded helplessly, letting the tears fall freely from my eyes. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But he liked it that way. With the tears. So I didn't hold them back.
His fingers all over me. He humiliated me like no one else. Emasculated and ruined, he'd leave me on the bed, cleaning himself off, singing loudly in the shower. He'd be furious if I was still there when he returned, so I gathered my things without resting, taking the generous amount of cash he'd left on the table with me.
Then we'd go back to being friends. And I would be awkwardly silent whenever I watched him argue with Kyle. Wondering if I should say something.
But I didn't. That wouldn't be very professional of me.