MyGothPimp justinnewjersey94@yahoo Night 4
Noah cleaned up the bourbon and then texted Winter. She told him to stay there until she returned. She wasn't far, and explained to the shell shocked boy that Xanthos was a deep sleeper and they should just stay there and be quiet. Eventually they fell asleep in the other bedroom.
Noah set his phone so he could wake Xanthos at ten. Turned out he was already awake, showered, and applying his eyeliner and other make up for the night. Winter micro-waved leftover lasagna and they all shared a quiet meal with copious amounts of dark red wine.
Finally, Xanthos shared the game plan for the evening. They'd all hang out downstairs in the bar that Xanthos mysteriously owned. A band that covered a lot of Razed in Black's stuff was booked and it was a Friday. The place would be crowded, dark, and dangerous.
Xanthos told Noah that he had heard from a few of his best customers and that several would be interested in the boy because they liked young blonds. A couple might like Winter too. She should be prepared to pull a trick or two tonight as well. Noah sat in stunned silence. It was all so perverse. But he was afraid of Xanthos now.
Xanthos told Winter to do up Noah's eyes a bit to make him look "prettier". He keep on his skinny jeans and tri-colored underwear, but Xanthos selected a small, zippered black hoodie from Winter's clothes that Noah should wear open and without a shirt.
When they were all ready, Xanthos approached the boy and pulled out a large, silver, Skull Crusher Axe on a necklace. He placed it over the boy's head and allowed it to drop into place on Noah's bare chest. Gently and reverently moving it just so on the boy's pale young skin, he then tweaked both of Noah's nipples ever so tenderly, and pulled the teenager towards his naked chest.
Xanthos wore only his tight black leather pants and a black leather biker's jacket. "You may kiss my chest and then you may kiss my gift to you. Incredibly, Noah did both, feeling as if he was hypnotized by the tall, lean, dark new influence in his life.
Brazenly, he slowly reached out with both hands and touched both sides of Xanthos' long strands of hair that lay on his leather jacket. "Thank you for the present", Noah managed to croak.
Silently they all descended the back stairs to the club below, the pounding music becoming louder as they got lower. It sounded like a machine gun.
Xanthos told Noah to "circulate" and he took Winter by the hand and made for the bar. Within minutes a guy approached Noah, offering a pint of lager, freshly poured. The guy was a caricature of a punk. His hair was mohawked, and he had a high spine of purple quills. The rest of his head was shaved but the names of punk bands were tattooed on each side.
Heavily tattooed, he was shirtless except for a pair of suspenders, which seemed unnecessary to hold up his skin tight, bleached out jeans. The jeans were ripped and torn. Someone had written "Suck This" in black Sharpie on the jeans, with an arrow drawn towards the crotch. In a British accent he asked "You the guy Xanthos texted me about?"
"Uh, maybe" Noah stammered, taking a big mouthful of beer.
"I'm Draven. I help the band. I've got our van around the corner. Let's go there. I'm fuckin horny, mate, and that ain't good."
Noah swallowed more beer. "Don't you have to check with Xanthos?"
"Oh, fuck yeah. Don't worry about me mate, I'm horny tonight and flying on some flat chunk. I'll check with the main bloodsucker himself. Stay loose."
Noah nervously drained the beer, checking his eye liner in a mirror on the wall where he stood. He fingered the gift from Xanthos. It felt heavy and cold on his bare chest, but somehow just thinking about it made his cock grow.
Within minutes Draven returned, with two new pints. "Let's go in the alley and have a fag with these. Your vampire boyfriend is all paid up."
Unsure, but not willing to piss off Xanthos, Noah took the beer and they went out the back door into an alley. Draven lit two Newports for them that he extricated from one of his boots. "It'd be kinda' sexy to have you blow me here. Somebody might come along and see you and I think I'd kinda' like that. But I got my toys in the lorry."
They smoked two cigarettes each as they drank the pints. Draven kept up a filthy monologue about boys he had fucked over the years and all the unusual public places in which he'd taken them.
Noah was very nervous now. "Listen, I don't know what Xanthos told you, but I don't get fucked."
"Yeah, whatever bloke. I not in the mood for that tonight. But if I was I'd just do it, no matter what you want. Anyway, let's go."
A block away was a battered black van. Draven opened the back door and they both climbed in. He snapped on a boombox and Leftover Crack began to play. A small red light hung down from the ceiling. Draven twisted open a bottle of poppers, inhaled deeply, and then ordered Noah to do the same. The boy did, nearly blacking out, and he slumped to the floor.
"Here" Draven said, "drink this." He handed Noah a used condom. Noah held it gingerly and seemed confused.
"Open your mouth faggot" and Draven poured the cold, watery cum into Noah's sagging mouth. "Swallow it.
I think I got two more here. Let me look." The punk found two more old condoms, untied them, and handed them to Noah. "Squeeze that shit into your mouth. Now. Before I beat the shit out of you."
Noah obeyed, but he couldn't think why. Then Draven collapsed in a bean bag chair. "Get over here and lick my boots."
Noah crawled over and kissed the side of one. "Not like that shithead, I want to see tongue. Use your whole mouth". Noah tried. Draven pulled out his cock and began to jerk off. He came quickly, gathering up his spunk in his hand and then placing his palm down for Noah to eat. "Lick it up queer."
When Noah was finished with his fourth load of spunk, Draven quickly opened the van door and grabbed the boy's arm, flinging him onto the street. "Fuck, my arm's hurt" Noah muttered.
"Who the fuck cares cocksucker." And Draven began to aim a strong, hot stream of used beer down on the teenager, drenching him in golden punk piss. Draven jumped down himself, slamming and locking the van door, and quickly sauntered away.