Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2014 07:13:20 -0700
From: Justin Abbott <justinnewjersey94@yahoo.com>
Subject: MyGothPimp-Night3

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Night Three

When Noah returned to the apartment he was beyond furious.  He buzzed to be
let in, and was met by Winter at the top of the stairs.  "That was quick!
I told you.  Do you have Xanthos' money?"

"Fuck you and fuck him too.  You said I just had to jerk off.  That sick
fuck had a pit bull in his bedroom, and he forced me to, to, touch him.  I
just came back for my stuff.  Fuck this whole Emo vampire fantasy shit or
whatever goes on here."

Xanthos took this as his cue to enter the main room.  He wore his black
leather pants from the previous night.  Noah knew those well from the
video.  He was shirtless, thin but hard bodied, with colorful and extensive
tattoos on his chest and abdomen.  His thick, long black hair hung down
almost to his nipples.

"You seem upset.  Sit down.  Winter, get him some Jack Daniels."  Xanthos
sat down himself, in a chair that effectively blocked the way to the door.

Winter handed a bottle of Jack to Noah.  "Get the fuck out of here bitch"
he said to Winter.  She quickly left.

Noah took a long swig, and almost hurled the bottle at Xanthos.  Instead he
paced in a tight circle.  "What the fuck is this place?  Who are you?
Where'd you get the idea that I'd go out and be a whore for you?"

Xanthos said nothing.  Noah took another pull on the bottle and collapsed
in a chair.  "I ain't a faggot.  I ain't gonna' go out and be with queers
for you and make you money."

Xanthos considered this for a moment.  Noah took a third long drink, and
seemed to relax into the chair more.

"Do you have my money?" he asked Noah.  Without thinking the boy pulled the
two hundred dollars and the forty extra from the tip from his skinny jeans
and threw it on the floor in front of Xanthos.

Noah would remember later that the Xanthos seemingly flew across the room
like a bat out of hell, faster than he should have been able to, and
slapped Noah hard across the face.  He slapped him at least six more times,
hard and quickly. Noah fell to the floor and then Xanthos ripped off Noah's
tank top, leaving the teen shirtless, and finally kicked Noah hard in his
balls with his leather boots.

Noah laid there, stunned and whimpering for about five minutes, the bourbon
spilling on the floor amidst the money.  Finally Xanthos, still standing
over him, said "Now pick up my money and hand it neatly to me, face up and
all in the same order.  It better all be there.  Faggot."

Noah slowly pulled out of his fetal position, picking up and arranging the
twenties.  He got to his knees before Xanthos and held out the money.
"Count it out loud for me.  Then hand it over."

Noah did as ordered.  His face was at the same level as Xanthos leather
clad crotch.  He remembered, suddenly, the size and power of the cock that
had raped his mouth last night.  He admired the expensive, intricate
tattoos on Xanthos' abdomen.  A beautiful Bat Cross in blue, red, and green
pointed down at his cock.

"Now because I want to give you one more chance to behave, I'm going to
actually give you some of this money.  Mark me, cocksucker, I don't have
to.  I should throw you out on the street in your pissed in panties."  And
Xanthos dropped three twenties at Noah's knees.

"You, bitch, asked me for help.  You, you mother fucking piece of faggot
shit, said you wanted to work for me, remember?"  His voice continued to
rise.  "You, ate my food, flirted with my girlfriend, slept at my house,
and used my shower.  Winter even washed your pathetic shopping mall
clothes.

Then you, you miserable little cock sucker, have the audacity to tell me
you're leaving after all I did for you?"  He slapped Noah hard across the
face again, and then spit in his face when he re-covered.

Xanthos began stroking himself.  Noah watched, transfixed.  The dude was
mesmerizing, spell binding even.  Noah stared at the crotch.  Soon Xanthos
pulled his huge cock out.  Noah suddenly remembered that it was also
tattooed, and had a Prince Albert in the tip.  It hung down out of the fly
in his tight leather jeans.  Xanthos pulled his balls out too.  A long
string of pre-cum drooled down before Xanthos swung it loose and into
Noah's blond hair.

"We're going to have to do something about that ugly white hair of yours.
I don't like that perverted color in my house.  But first, take your
master's cock in your mouth, faggot.  I shouldn't reward you after you were
so disrespectful, but what the fuck, beating up sissies makes me horny.

Noah leaned over and took the pierced cock in his right hand.  He slowly
and respectfully put it in his battered mouth, his second cock in an hour.

As the boy pulled on the tattooed cock, Xanthos relaxed.  "After you
service me, you can clean up this fucking mess you made.  Then you can get
the fuck out while I go back to sleep.  I never move around in the daytime,
too bright.  And these summer days are so fucking long and tedious."

Xanthos moaned with pleasure.  "Didn't take you long to learn what I like.
That's a good boy.  Good faggot.  Here's your reward" and he released
another mouthful of strong, bitter cum into the blond boy's suddenly eager
mouth.

Noah cleaned off the cock, carefully licking around the piercing.  Finally
he pulled back, respectfully.  "Wake me at ten" Xanthos said.  "I'll take
you down to the bar and see if we can rent you out again tonight."

Love or hate, it's all good at justinnewjersey94@yahoo.com.  Thanks for
reading.  Tell me what's next!  Peace, Justin.