Cutter climbed the stairs, slowly opening Otis's door so he wouldn't startle him.
"Hey. Here's your tea."
"Thank you..." He took it from Cutter, curling around its warmth.
"Hey, listen...I bought someone and I'm gonna go enjoy them. But I'll be back to check on you, alright?"
"You don't have to do that..."
"I want to make sure you're okay."
"I have the other girls..."
"I want to, Otis...Okay?"
"Alright..." He nodded, taking a sip of the tea and grimacing. Cutter's heart dropped. Did he taste the medication that she had said she laced it with?
"What? Doesn't taste good?"
"All I taste is blood..." He smacked his lips, then taking another sip. "But it still feels good, at least..."
Cutter chuckled. "I'll be back, okay?"
"Yeah...Have fun..."
If he wasn't mistaken, he could have sworn he heard a pang of jealousy in Otis's voice.
Once his time had ended, he wandered back to Otis's room and opened the door. There he lay on the floor, curled up around a pillow and under a mound of blankets. Cutter could see the slow rise and fall of the other man's breath, so he decided it was safe to leave.
The next time Cutter visited the brothel, he made sure to make an appointment with Otis. He wasn't sure what drew him to this poor unfortunate one, but something sure as hell did.
He was shocked when he entered the room. Otis had previously had long, flowing white locks. Now, his hair was shorn. Very short on the back and sides and longer on the top. He was absent mindedly pawing at his neck when the clown came in.
"Hey, get a haircut?" He smiled, joining Otis on the bed.
He flinched back, averting his eyes. "Y-yeah..."
Cutter finally noticed the new bruises forming on Otis's skin. "Rough client recently...?"
"N...No..."
"Hey, what's wrong? It's me...Relax..."
"Otis, what was that ruckus about today?" The woman that was continually checking on him barged in the door and immediately gasped. "Oh my god. What did she do?"
"I'm trying to figure out what's wrong, too." Cutter interrupted.
"Oh...You have a client." She sighed. "But it's just you. I don't even care. What happened, sweetie?"
"Nothing...I'm fine."
"You're lying." She answered. "What happened."
"...I use too much of the shampoo for the girls...I-I...I'm a man, I shouldn't...so..."
"So she cut your hair..."
He nodded. "She...She's wearing it in her braids tonight..."
"Oh, honey... You were just telling me how much you loved your hair...It's one thing you had control over..."
"I don't...have control over anything..." He whispered.
Cutter's heart sank, realizing that he wasn't exactly contributing to Otis having a better life...
"She beat the hell out of you too, it looks like."
"Not bad. Just enough to let me know she owns me..." His voice was still so small. Only a whisper.
Silence fell over the room and she stood. "I'll leave you to your client..." She left quietly, closing the door behind her.
"I...I'm sorry..." Otis began to tremble. "I shouldn't have complained. I shouldn't have said anything in front of you. I-"
"Shhhhh..." He placed a finger over Otis's lips, then kissing them lightly. "It's okay." He ran his hand through what was left of Otis's hair. "You're still an absolutely, incredibly gorgeous human."
Otis's face flushed bright red, and Cutter chuckled, kissing him once more.
"Do you like it when I kiss you?"
"I like whatever you like."
"That's a trained response. Tell me the truth."
Otis nodded bashfully.
"Then come here."
Otis couldn't help but relax in those muscular, protective arms. Somehow, there, things seemed better. Cutter enveloped him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him to the bed.
Cutter let his hands wander, resting one hand on Otis's ass, squeezing slightly. Otis couldn't help but moan into Cutter's mouth. He kissed Otis's neck, suckling the pale flesh and leaving a mark.
"Cutter..." Otis whimpered, fisting the other man's shirt. "Fuck..."
"Take your fucking clothes off." Cutter demanded. Otis obeyed, and barely got settled on the bed again before Cutter was on him, kissing every inch of exposed flesh and worshipping Otis's body. Otis whimpered and whined in pleasure in response, barely able to hold on to reality already. Cutter pulled away, looking Otis in the eyes. "My real name is John. Call me John."
Otis nodded. "John."
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you've never had a blow job. Only given."
Otis nodded, squinting at the other man. "That's not...I-I..."
"I paid, right? I get to do what I want?"
"Y...Yeah..."
Smirking, Cutter grabbed Otis by the legs, wrapping one arm around each thigh and kissing the hot skin. Otis squirmed, his breath suddenly quickening.
"J-John...?"
Cutter moaned against Otis's thigh, then immediately took him into his mouth. Otis let out a gutteral moan of pleasure and closed his eyes, arching his back and fisting the sheets. "F-Fuck...Fuck...Oh God, John..."
As Cutter continued, Otis squirmed and writhed, pulling out of his grip slightly. John roughly tightened his grip, making Otis cry out in surprise and moan deeply again.
"C-Cutter...John I...I-I..."
He pulled away as Otis orgasmed, face red and suddenly bashful. "Oh, don't get shy on me now. We're just gettin' started." He rolled Otis onto his stomach, caressing his back. Long gauges tore apart his pale flesh. "What happened...?"
"...Client liked whips..."
"Shit, I do too, but not real ones. There's fake ones for that..."
"He only liked real ones..." Otis stared over his shoulder at Cutter, who gently moved his hand to cup Otis's ass once again.
"You don't have to live like this..."
"I don't...have any other options..." He answered, becoming distracted by Cutter's hand. God, he loved how his warm gentle hands felt on him.
"You don't DESERVE to live like this." He kissed Otis's shoulder. "You don't deserve this pain..."
"At least this feels good...really good..." He sighed contentedly.
"Oh, I'm gonna make you feel real good. Reaaaal good."
"John...? Can...Will you tell me you love me? I-I..." Otis's face flushed a bright red again. "I've never...I've never had someone say it to me...A-and...I just...I just want to know how it feels. I don't care if you're lying."
Turning Otis back onto his back, Cutter kissed him hungrily, hands wandering all over the other man's body. He kissed down Otis's jaw to his neck, suckling a spot there again and making Otis moan and whimper. Gently biting Otis's ear, he murmured. "I love you..."
He hoisted Otis's hips into the air and entered him, making both of them moan. He began thrusting slowly, but deeply, then increasing his pace as he gained momentum.
What a sight to behold Otis was, back arched in pleasure and moaning in response to Cutter's touches and kisses, begging for more and more. Begging him not to stop.
"I love you." Cutter murmured in Otis's ear again as he thrusted into him.
He swore he saw Otis smile before he came.