Justin looked at the seedy looking motel as the trick parked the car. Justin just knew that it was one of those pay by the hour kind of places. He mentally shrugged. That wasn't anything new. He just wished that for once whoever picked him up would feel that he was worth more than a room in a ratty dump. He silently laughed. He'd seen Pretty Woman too many times!
"C'mon," the trick ordered. Since he had already paid, they got out of the SUV and walked into the room that they had been given. When Justin walked into the room, he struggled to keep a straight face. But inside, he felt disgust. Disgust at the room and at himself. The room had lime green shaggy carpet and red walls. There was stains on the bed and he had a pretty good idea of what they were.
Sighing he waited for the trick to enter the room and shut the door. He didn't have a very good feeling about what was going to happen. But money was money. He had nowhere to go, nobody to go to. Or so he thought. Besides, he figured that if things started getting too weird, he could always bolt. He did have the one hunded and fifty that he had earned earlier that day.
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Ben and Michael followed Hunter as he led them to the warehouse disrict. Ben couldn't believe that Jusin wasin Pittsburgh, and had been for a while evidently.
He had so many questions running through his mind. Why was he in Pittsburgh? Where were their Aunt and Uncle? Why the hell was Justin husteling? He had promised their Aunt and Uncle not to have anything to do with Justin. And, in turn, they had promised to raise Justin as their own. So, what had happened?!
Michael was lost in his own thoughts. Why had Ben's brother shown up? Why did he feel such animosity toward a boy that he had never met? All Michael wanted to do was convince Ben to turn around and follow him back home. To forget about Justin. What kind of man did that make him? But, right now, Michael didn't care. He just didn't want to find Justin.
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"Strip," the trick demanded.
Justin blinked in slight surpise, but started to do as the man had said.
As Justin unbuttoned his shirt and his skin was revealed, Justin could see the man licking his lips, and his eyes were turning darker in lust. Justin took his shirt completely off and let it fall to he floor. As he started to unbutton and unzip his pants, he looked at the man again. There was something in the man's eyes that was making alarm bells go off in his head. Why had he ever gotten into the man's car? He knew why. He was hoping for a warm place for a couple of hours.
As the man spoke, his fears wee confimed. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and fast," the man said.
Jusin quickly shook his head. "No. I told you that I don't bottom."
The man smirked. "You will now."
Justin grabbed his shirt, quickly shoving his arms through the sleeves, but not fooling with buttoning it. After quickly donning his jacket, he started for the door. But, before he could reach it, the man grabbed him. "Where the hell do you think you're going? I paid you for a fuck and I'm going to get a fuck!"
Justin started to struggle. "I'll give you your money back, man! Just let me go!"
The man laughed. "I think not. I like 'em fiesty.'
Justin knew that he was in trouble. And he refused to lose his virginity to an ugly balding man in a damn seedy motel. He'd always had fantasies about losing his virginity. And this had never been one of them! He knew he had to do something. Raising his leg, he kicked backwards. He slightly smiled when he connected and heard a grunt. He quickly scrambled out of the man's arms and started for the door again. He had just touched the doorknob when the man grabbed him again. 'Damn!' Jusin thought in frustration.
The man whirled him around and punched him in the face. Justin stumbled back but was able to stay standing. The man hit him again, sending him to his knees. Then, the man quickly pushed Justin onto his back and started trying to get Justin's pants undone and down.
Justin renewed his struggles, managing to hit the man in the stomach. The man grunted, looking even more angry. "I like them fiesty, but now you're just pissing me off!" the man snarled as he punched Justin in the face again. Justin could feel something sticky and wet running down his face, and knew that it had to be blood.
He had to do somehing! He raised his knee as fast and as hard as he could. He connected wih the man's groin, causing the man to hiss in pain and roll off of him. Before the man could recover, Justin stood up and and ran out of the door. Trying not to fall from the dizzingness, he ran as fast as he could down the dark street. He didn't know where he was going, just that he had to get away.