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point he d laughed and his guests had bristled. Rick hoped it wouldn t be like last time. Last time, Michael had paid him, but had stuffed a coin purse up his ass, and followed it with an attached plug that had a furry tiger-striped tail dangling from it. A collar and bow-tie, faux cuffs, cat ears and a matching g-string had been the rest of the present. Michael had insisted he dance to Rum Tum Tugger before pulling the plug and getting his tip. The audience had loved it. Rick never wanted to hear Andrew Lloyd Weber again. Rick gathered up his letter jacket and tips, getting back to the dressing room before Michael. He was waiting, naked, on his knees just like Michael liked it, when his exclusive arrived. There were no words, no preliminaries. Michael grabbed his hair and shoved Rick down on his cock. Rick gagged, which drew a nasty chuckle from Michael. Suck me, little bitch. Choke on me. Always obliging, Rick made sure to do so repeatedly, tripping his gag reflex until his stomach tried to heave. Michael slapped him across the face and flung himself irritably onto the couch. Rick crawled to him and resumed sucking, with no gagging. Michael came, staring at the ceiling, ignoring Rick. Rick licked him clean, zipped him up and waited. Finally Michael looked down at him and ran a hand through Rick s hair. I was needlessly cruel, my boy. It s all right, Rick mumbled, kissing the closed fly. It s what I m for, a safety valve for the powerful. Michael lifted his chin. So is this all there is to you, Rick? A dressing room, dancing, sucking me? Rick nodded. An efficiency apartment, a motorcycle, a dvd player, a lot of books and a computer. That s it. No girl. No hobbies. No outside life." Michael kept stroking him and Rick didn t like the look on his face of pity and sadness and mild affection, all blended. You soothed me well, tonight. I feel generous. No tip. Instead, I will give you anything you like, within reason of course. A good apartment? A real job? A nice car? Any of those appeal, Rick?" Rick just stayed kneeling and thought. Anything you want. Rick looked up. Kiss me? Michael looked down at him. A kiss? I offer you potential millions and all you want is a kiss? Rick half-smiled up. I have money. I have an apartment I can keep up and a job I like. But I haven t been kissed, not a real kiss, in fifteen years." His voice grew soft. And if my mouth is made for blow jobs, yours is made to kiss." Michael smiled and Rick saw the sadness and affection had not left his face. I ain t a pity case. I like my life like it is. Michael stroked his face. Had you but asked, I would have taken you home as my own lover. Instead, I will give you exactly what you want. Michael lifted Rick s face up and laid his big hands on either side of it. He moved in slowly and then his mouth covered Rick s. Rick felt all tingly, his body responding to this as it always responded to Michael. The taste of his exclusive filled his mouth and all his senses. There was nothing but Michael in his world, nothing but the warm, strong body, the full, soft mouth, the long tongue that danced inside his own mouth. Nothing existed but the sound of Michael s breathing and the silence of his own, the taste engulfed him and he melted, coming in an explosion of desire. Rick s head swam when Michael let him up ten minutes later with a soft chuckle. You ve forgotten to breathe, Rick. You re decidedly blue." He traced Rick s nose. It s no longer an autonomic for you, is it? Rick gasped, trying to re-oxygenate himself. No, sir. I have to think about it. And you he stopped to suck in more air. And I drive all thought from you." Michael kissed him again, not so passionately. He ran his fingers through the puddle of semen and tasted them before making Rick lick them clean. For being out of practice, you kiss well. It will not be fifteen years before you have another." He pecked Rick on the lips, rose and left. Sterling's temper was more than foul when Rick came to him. He slammed Rick to the bed. If he tries to take you away, I'm going to take you to Hell, hide you in the deepest pit and demand he come get you if he wants you." He bit Rick, the multiple rows of demonic teeth closing on his neck and shoulder. He chewed, pumping poison into the wound like gila monster. Rick just clung to him and moaned, rubbing his erection against Sterling's thigh. The vicious claws shredded his jeans and scrabbled at his groin, shredding him. Rick came before losing all sensation. Rick came awake in the big, blood-soaked bed, curled around Sterling, who was his usual handsome self. Mine, he whispered and kissed Sterling's neck. Sterling just smiled. Or I'm yours, whichever." He cuddled up and flung a possessive arm across the demon's chest. Sterling kept smiling and stroked his hair. You like playing with fire, don't you? Rick grinned. Yeah. Always have. Or do you mean real fire? You think you want to run a little blowtorch all over me? I thought I might take you home, even without the threat of Michael. If it's real, why not? How much worse can it be than this? You won't recognize me there, but I will always be with you. What will you look like?" Rick's curiosity was piqued and he was asking more questions than Sterling had ever heard. Wings? He stroked Sterling's back. Horns?' he brushed a hand across Sterling's forehead. Will you know me? Will you tell me who you are? I am a monstrosity. But I will know you. And you'll know me, if not by sight. Rick rubbed against him, turning on at the notion of a monstrosity. A part of him was shocked, but the rest was pragmatic. There was little he hadn't seen in the way of debauchery and new thrills were getting hard to come by. What will I be? A pale, naked worm? Just a man, among other men. But yes, naked. Rick kissed him deeply, offering his tongue to be bitten if Sterling desired. Tell me of the monster-shape." He was definitely turned on and rubbed against Sterling. One perfectly manicured hand came down to rub his cock. It doesn't even resemble human. Mmmm. Will you still be able to fuck me?" Rick had to know the important part. With anything I want, tentacles, fire, my whole body. Rick squared his shoulders, making his decision on the spur of the moment. Then take me there, babe, if you want. Not much for me on the material. I'll just give notice on my apartment. I will get you passage in. But it involves some changes to your appearance. My looks?" Rick swallowed hard. Mutilations?" That could cost him his livelihood if Sterling ever brought him back. No, just brands to allow you to pass between planes. Five of them. Rick nodded, despite his fear. Anything you want." Sterling kissed him and, the next morning he announced to the club at large that he was going on vacation and Andrew would be in charge until he got back. Rick showed up and danced every night, squirreling the money into his savings account. He gave notice on his room. Sterling turned back up two weeks later, with a stranger in tow. The slim little man looked human, but Rick knew he wasn't. After his last set, Sterling summoned him to the office. This is Max. He'll prepare you for travel. You'll need another week or so to heal before we use them. Strip down. Rick did, shaking. He saw what looked like a branding iron laying on Sterling's desk. Max walked around him. Yes, yes, I can work with this one, even though he's dead." He licked Rick's shoulder. Tasty. Sterling, if you decide to get rid of him, I'll take him on. Just mark him, Sterling growled. We have a gate to catch. Sit down, Rick. Rick sat in the big chair and let Sterling strap down his legs and arms and chest. He didn't know what was about to happen, but it wasn't going to be nice. Max approached him with an iron. As he drew closer, the tip glowed, first dull [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |