My Goth Pimp Night 8 justinnewjersey94@yahoo.com
Noah knew how long and late Xanthos would sleep, so with the door locked to the bedroom he now shared with the emo Tristan, he decided to make the best of it. Each boy used the bathroom at some point and they shared the bed quietly until Noah's hard on could wait no longer.
He hadn't come for days and had been oddly turned on by the sadistic display he'd walked in on. And although he had had sex with guys for money, and with Xanthos generally against his will, Tristan was the first boy he had voluntarily made out with.
He thought back to the kissing and fooling around eight hours ago, and his cock seemed ready to explode. He gently guided the emo's soft hand to his stiff cock.
Tristan seemed to know what to do, and he gently stroked Noah. Soon they were French kissing, Noah fascinated by the emo's two lower lip hoops. Noah got on top of the boy eventually and began grinding his prick against Tristan's stomach, the pre-cum providing a moist lubricating slide against the soft, pale white skin of the boy.
After just eight of these thrusts Noah moaned softly, and he released his cum on the emo. Tristan milked the last of the spunk out of Noah with his hand and then proceeded to gather it up with his fingers and swallow it. Noah signed contentedly.
Tristan quickly jerked off his small cock, and he came in two minutes, shooting his load into Noah's light blond pubes. Noah guiltily remembered that his pimp had told him to shave all of that off.
They embraced again and fell back asleep.
Around 5 PM they heard their pimp out in the apartment. "Faggots, get up. I've got a job for each of you."
Noah pulled Tristan up and they both got up to answer their pimp. The door was unlocked now and they emerged naked. Xanthos stood naked in the living room scratching his nuts. "About time you cocksuckers woke up. How come you emo fags like to suck face so much?" That camera again.
Neither boy knew what to say exactly so they just stood there. "Go put on some panties and get something going for us to eat. I think there's bacon and eggs in there. Maybe you can teach the blond queer how to cook. He doesn't seem good for much around here except pushing a cock up his ass."
Tristan returned to the bedroom and pulled his red bikini briefs back on. He rustled in his duffle bag that lay on the floor and pulled out a pair of black, lace girl panties and handed them to Noah, blushing. He whispered "They're clean. He likes me to wear them."
The boys pulled on their panties and went out to try and get breakfast together for their pimp. Xanthos lounged in his usual chair, texting. Noah would occasionally sneak a peek and Xanthos' cock stuck straight up. The vampire-ish pimp would stroke himself from time to time, lingering on the piercing.
The boys served Xanthos at the counter, and when he was done and went into his bathroom they quickly fed themselves. The whole household got cleaned up, the boys showering together and light heartedly soaping each other up.
They found Xanthos back at the counter, still texting, wearing his black leather jeans and a sleeveless black leather bikers jacket. As usual he wore no shirt.
"Got a big date for the two of you tonight. $500 each. Dude wants you both." Noah had put on a similar outfit to the previous night, with tight black jeans and boots, along with a sleeveless black Sisters of Mercy tee shirt.
He had spent some time on his hair and eyes, and applied black lip stick too. His pierced nipple felt better and he was pleased when Xanthos finally noticed his dangling ear ring and lime green hair. The pimp approached him, handling the skull ear ring with his long fingers. "Nice. Let me see your tit." And he pulled up Noah's tee, inspecting the ring in his nipple.
He twisted it. "Hurt?"
"Kind of" Noah said.
"Good. Hair still looks like shit. Too light. I'm gonna' hafta' get it done right. Black. But not tonight."
Tristan finally emerged. His long black hair was straight and shiny. He wore eye shadow and had re-painted his finger nails. He wore baby blue skinny jeans and a black "Runways are for beauty queens" tank top. He wore black high top Converse. He smelled like a girl, with some kind of perfume. Noah noted he had shaved under his arms.
Xanthos had texted Noah the address. The pimp approached Tristan. Stroking the emo's bare arms, he said "You smell nice. You boys both need to wear panties from now on. Not men's underwear. You're not really men. Keep yourselves shaved and pretty for me and my customers. "
The boys nodded and descended the stairs into the club. There were only a few patrons this early in the evening. Noah took Tristan's hand and led him through the bar.
After a short subway ride they were at the address. It appeared to be an auto body repair place, tucked away on a side street. A tall man, built like a football player, opened the door. He wore only an old school white jock strap. His muscles and ebony body glistened with sweat.
"Nice. Come in." Noah led the way, and he sensed Tristan shudder.
The man led the way to an office. He told the boys to sit on the floor. He fixed them all large vodkas with Hawaiian Punch and sat in a swivel office chair.
They all drank their drinks while the man kept up a sexual banter. "Xanthos always has the best young whores. You cunts are just what my big, black dick needs tonight. I'm just imagining the two of you, both licking and sucking on it while I sit back and enjoy.
Tell me about some of the cocks you've sucked."
Noah spoke up first. "I don't know if you know it, but Xanthos' cock is pierced. One time I was on a date with a customer who had the head of a snake tattooed on his six pack, and the body of the snake went all the way down onto his cock. Really, dude. His cock was all green. "
"What about you, emo boy?"
Tristan stammered. "I haven't done many dates yet. A few boys back at my school for fun. Otherwise just a couple of regular blowjobs of older guys in hotel rooms."
The man stroked himself. "Take off your shoes and clothes." The boys scrambled out of their things, and finally stood before the man in just their panties, jewelry, and make up. Their cocks tented out the fronts of their bikinis. He made them another round of stronger drinks, which the boys eagerly sipped.
The man gestured for Tristan to get on his knees and start licking the jock. He gave both of the boys some poppers and Tristan turned into a boy whore, slurping and licking under the material of the jock, even sticking the tip of his tongue into the man's ass.
Noah bent over and French kissed the man, who frequently spit in Noah's face and slapped him, calling him a bitch. Finally he took both of the whores out into the garage area. He strapped Tristan into a sling before the boy knew what was up. He gave him more amyl.
The man then took Noah and bent him over the front of a Toyota and pulled the panties down. He slowly stuck his monster dick in the goth boy's ass, as Noah cried out in pain. "Please, stop!"
Tristan watched in horror as his friend was skewered. Finally the man stopped, pushing Noah to the ground and approached Tristan. The emo squealed in horror at the approaching monster cock. The man slapped Tristan, shoved more amyl under his nose and entered the tight ass.
"Fucking whores. You sick, nasty cocksuckers. You fucking queers deserve this you sissy little pieces of shit. You're lucky I don't cut off your motherfucking balls. You sure don't need them. I ought to carve out a real pussy on each of you for a real man to use."
Noah crawled over and knelt at his side, obediently and ready for more misuse. The man finally came in a bellowing rage, with Tristan screaming for mercy in the empty body shop. When he was done, he ordered Noah to fuck the emo as well. The man savagely twisted Tristan's tits. Finally he pissed on them both as Noah came in the emo's young ass.
NEXT TIME: Draven returns and it ain't good!