The doorbell of the establishment rang and Otis flinched in his bed, awaiting whatever fresh hell was about to come to him.

His door swung open and he curled into a ball, beginning to shake.

"Holy shit..." A large-bellied man stepped through the entrance. His face still had residue from the clown makeup he had been wearing. "How the hell can they be sellin' you, kid?"

"I-I...I'll do whatever you want...I-I'm good. I'm r...real good..." Otis willed himself to stand, approaching the man and presenting himself.

"Yeah, we'll get to that. What's your name, boy?"

"Otis..."

"Otis...How old are you?"

"T...twenty..."

"Really?"

"I look young...But I'm 20..."

"Hm. Alright...Well...My name is Cutter. And ah...I did pay for you for the night."

"I-I know...I'll do whatever you want."

"Yeh, I know you will." He cupped the younger man's face with a large hand. Otis flinched away- male clients were considerably more aggressive than female clients, he had learned.

"No no shh. I ain't here to hurt ya. Come on." He gently pressed his lips to Otis's, slowly kissing him.

"M-Mm?"

"What, ain't no one ever kissed you before?"

"No..."

"You just let me lead the show then, alright?"

"O-okay...B-but I-"

"This is what I want, alright? Just follow my lead."

He felt the large, warm hands on his bare skin and gasped slightly. They were calloused, but so gentle. But he couldn't stop his heart from racing.

"Relax. You ain't gettin' hurt tonight." Cutter placed a sweet kiss on Otis's cheek, then working his way down the younger man's neck, pausing on the milky white flesh for a moment.

He couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. God, he'd never felt anything like this, and his body was electric, static responding to every touch in a way he never knew was possible.

"God, you are a sight to behold, aren't you? Mm-mm-mm..."

Otis shuddered at the man's warm breath on his skin, and goosebumps raised on the alabaster flesh. The rooms were always kept cold so that clients wouldn't become sweaty and disgusted with their purchase.

"You're like one o' those marble statues. So pale and smooth...But you do have a lot of bruises, don'tcha? They like to throw you around a lot..." He trailed his hand down Otis's torso.

The chill's racing up and down Otis's spine only allowed him to nod dumbly. He had never been touched like this before in his entire life. His heart was pounding and he was trying to keep his breaths calm, but he knew they were erratic.

A large paw-like hand came to Otis's face again, making him flinch before he relaxed into it's warmth. "Shhhh..." Cutter kissed him slowly again, letting the heat rise between them even more. Otis reciprocated the best he knew how, letting out a deep moan dripping with pleasure. "Mmm. I like it when you moan for me." He parted, nuzzling Otis's face slightly. "You need to shave, don't you?" He chuckled. "That's okay. I don't mind." He looked down at Otis's groin and snorted. "You're about to bust already."

Otis squirmed beneath him, face reddening, snapping out of his delusion. "I-I...I'm sorry I..."

"No, no...I want you to enjoy it, too. Relax. Just relax. I'll tell you what I want." He pressed a finger to Otis's lips. "Shhhhh."

The suddenly frightened albino nodded.

By the time the night was over, Otis couldn't even see straight. The other man had filled him with sensations he hadn't known existed. Pleasure he was sure that the older man plucked out of the air and gave to him- it was so new.

He had heard Cutter say he liked the sound of his moans, but the longer it went on the less and less Otis was thinking about the sounds and the more they were escaping at every breath.

Cutter chuckled as he pulled his pants on, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. "How many times you cum, kid?"

He could only whimper in response. He knew the answer; 6. More times than he knew possible. He shuddered as the euphoria ripped through him like a hack saw.

He straightened up, peering down at Otis. He suddenly looked sad; forlorn.

Reality crashed back down onto Otis as if the building had collapsed on him. "W-What? What did I do? I-I'll fix it! I-I-"

He was cut off by warm lips pressed to his, a strong warm hand around the back of his neck. When the older man pulled away, he kissed Otis's head. "You didn't do nothin' wrong. You gave me exactly. What I wanted. How I wanted it. But I gotta ask you a question."

"Hm?"

"Has anybody ever laid a hand on you that didn't wanna hurt you?"

Otis's gaze fell to his lap. His body was battered. Covered in bruises and scars. Remnants of broken bones pointing through his too pale skin pulled taut over bone. He wondered how he appeared to other people. If he looked as shattered as he felt. "U-Uhm...No..."

"No one should have to live a life like that."

In all his years, Otis had never heard someone express any kind of sympathy toward his situation. They only wanted to use him or abuse him. Make sure he felt like just another commodity. Granted, this man had just paid to have sex with him- but somehow, this was different. "...Thank you." He managed.