Lost Chapter 1 
This is an AU, like so many others out there, that picks up after Justin has been in New York for a short time. Brian came after him but never found him. Hope you enjoy it. 


“You’ll have to audition with me first then you can see the owner.” The man leered at the blonde. He couldn’t be over 18. He was slim but had a great ass, deep blue eyes and amazing blond hair. The assistant manager leaned back waiting to see what the young man was going to do. 

“What did you have in mind?” The blond asked licking his lips nervously. The older man smirked then slowly unzipped his fly, then rooted around until his managed to show him what he wanted. “Here?” There was a bit of uncertainty in the blonde’s voice as he quickly became aware of the eyes of the other employees all around them. 

“You want the job?” The man asked motioning for the younger man to drop to his knees. With only a slight hesitation he complied and immediately forced himself to ignore the sound of conversations around him. He went to work using all the skills he had honed in Brian’s Kinney’s bed over the last few months. He was grateful that it didn’t take long. Brian had taught him well. Soon the man howled out in spite of his desire to remain quiet as he shot his load deep inside Justin’s mouth. 

Justin rose to his feet refusing to wipe his mouth. He wanted to spit but he forced himself to swallow the man’s bitter seed. 

“Fuck.” He man gasped as he took in huge mouthfuls of air trying to calm his breathing. “That was the most amazing fucking blow job I’ve ever had.” He sized up the blonde for a minute. He looked like some sort of innocent angel on the outside but there was heat beneath those cool baby blues. “Well you passed the first test.” He fumbled with his pants as he moved toward the back of the waiting area. Justin felt the eyes of several men on him. He wasn’t sure if they were employees or customers. He didn’t meet any of their gazes but instead kept his eyes straight ahead on the door at the end of the hall. They past a small reception area where a woman was sitting behind a desk but the man leading him moved through without a word.

The man he’d just blown knocked on the door once then opened it. The office was nice. It was spacious and clean. This was more of what Justin had expected. 

“This is Justin Taylor.” The man gave Justin a wink before leaving. Justin visibly cringed as the wink made him suddenly feel like he and the man shared some dirty little secret. Justin wondered now if he had just been played by the man. 

The older man behind the desk watched the blond as Justin worked out what had just happened to him. He liked the young man instantly. He was beautiful, which would translate into bucks, but he also seemed quick and alert. He was poised. So many of the men his age who walked through his door found themselves shifting nervously from foot to foot, playing with their clothing, looking around the room avoiding eye contact, but not this blond. He was standing hands on his hips, feet firmly planted, eyes bright and alert, pinning the man where he sat. 

“So you’re Justin Taylor.” The man smirked. He’d been in the business twenty years and very few had graced his door with this much potential. Justin continued to stare. He needed the job. He was desperate for it but he knew better than to let anyone know that. If he didn’t get this job at this moment, he would be out on the streets again, sucking off Johns and risking rape or murder every time he climbed into a car. He’d had a close call two nights ago, he’d carefully hidden the marks from view. He wasn’t sure how long he would survive out on the streets, but he knew he would survive much longer here under the protection of the service. 

“Come here Justin.” The man motioned him over. Justin moved to the desk and stood waiting as the man came around the corner. He was in his mid to late forties, was fit but older. His skin was tan and his eyes were dark. He reminded Justin of Russell Crowe. He was muscular and commanding. 

“Bend over.” He complied and felt the man run a hand up his back. Justin winced when he reached his shoulder. He felt the man pull up his shirt. He knew he’d see it. 

“What happened?” The man asked fingering the bruise. Justin winced again from the touch. 

“Rough Sex. My boyfriend likes it rough.” Justin lied. The man had been in the business long enough to know a lie when he heard it. He ignored it for the moment. 

“Well if you get this job you will have to tell Romeo not to damage my merchandise.” The man slapped Justin’s butt hard then kept his hand in place rubbing away the sting. 

“Pull down your pants.” The man ordered. Justin clenched his jaw refusing to let the humiliation sink in. He told himself it was a professional interview. It was just part of the job. 

He felt the man slip his finger inside of him probing examining him thoroughly. “Turn around.” The order came. The man once again examined his balls and dick for disease or defect. 

“Turn back around.” The man ordered. He pushed Justin over the desk and Justin heard the sound of the man’s zipper. He swallowed hard then took a deep breath as he heard the familiar rip of the condom package. Justin pushed aside his desperation for the job deciding his life was worth sticking to his self imposed rules. He rose up surprising the man. He bent down and retrieved a condom from his pocket as well as an individual lube pack. 

“I only use mine.” Justin stated firmly. The older man stared for a long moment and Justin wondered if the interview was over. Then the man smiled and nodded. 

“Put it on me.” He ordered. “Lube it too.” Justin nodded trying not to think of the last time he had heard those words. Brian always said them every time they fucked. He seemed to enjoy the way Justin rolled the condom on his dick. Justin hurried with his task further distancing himself from the memory. 

Bending back over the desk, Justin felt the head of the man’s dick push then suddenly he was full. The man moved slowly at first. He moaned and grabbed Justin’s hair for balance. Soon he was lost in the feel of the lean, hard, tight hole encasing him. 

He came with a shout just like the other man had. As he pulled free the man took a moment to catch his breath. He held on to the young man’s hips until he could speak once more. 

“You’re a good fuck.” He assessed giving that perfect ass one last hard slap. He had images of this blond bound up in his own private little dungeon for the weekend. One of the perks of the job was he got to sample whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. 

“Once you pass medical, you’re hired. You can get your room assignment from Max.” He sank back behind his desk. He watched as the young man bent to pull his jeans back on. “You’ll be with me for the first few days.” Justin’s eyes bore into the man. He saw the question there and decided to answer. “Training. You’ll be paid. Then you will be on weekdays until you prove yourself. Once you do that, you’ll be a weekender.” Justin nodded maintaining his position. “More money in the weekends, but if you play a few of these married closet cases right, you can make out better than good during the week.” Justin nodded processing all that was being said as he also dealt with the fact that he was now official a rent boy. Somehow being hired by the service made it feel more official. He’d been tricking on the streets for a few weeks now, but he’d always had the ability to walk away. Suddenly with the acceptance of this position, Justin felt as though heavy bars had just slammed shut. It was official. He was trapped.

The older man smiled, “You may go.” Justin moved away still distracted by his thoughts. Hamilton watched him as he left the room. Justin was a natural submissive. Someone had already trained him it seemed. This was going to be fun. This was going to be a great deal of fun.

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Justin had been in the swing for hours. His legs and arms ached. He was thirsty and hungry and sore. He heard the door open and the sound of foot steps on the stairs. He pulled himself together. He couldn’t let Mr. Hamilton see how weak he was. He’d fire him for sure. Though after the last couple of days he wasn’t so sure that being terminated would be a bad thing, as Justin found himself less confident that he was better off working for the service. 

“There’s my boy.” Hamilton purred as he released the strap holding the young man in place. Justin fought the urge to cry out as he tried to get the feeling back into his legs. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” The man continued as he half carried Justin’s body up the stairs. He’d fucked the boy within an inch of his life over the last two days, the only sustenance he’d given the boy had pure protein. 

He helped Justin into a warm sunken tub then brought him a glass of water and a plate of fruit. Justin had eagerly gulped the water but ignored the food for the time being. 

Hamilton clapped his hand and two men appeared. They were older than Justin but not by much. They were beautiful. One was all muscle and power while the other was lean and agile. 

“Clean him.” Hamilton ordered as he left the room. Justin flinched as the bigger of the two men reached into the water. 

“It’s okay little brother.” The dark man soothed Justin as he felt his mask crack slightly at the compassion in the man’s tone. No one had spoken to him like that since before the loft had been broken into. “No one is going to hurt you.” 

“Hamilton gives all the new boys a go.” The other man continued, his soft Irish lilt somehow reminding Justin of Brian. He felt their hands gently easing out the kinks in his muscles as their hands and fingers thoroughly cleaned him. 

“He’ll put you to work now.” The bigger man offered. “It’s better and worse.” 

“Better because it isn’t two fucking days hung in a swing getting fucked for free.” The Irish man replied. “But worse because there are some evil mother fuckers out there who will ask you do some fairly painful and disgusting acts and all you can do is bat those baby blues and ask cash or charge?” 

Justin winced as the larger man probed his tender hole. 

“How old are you?” He asked watching Justin as he adjusted to the intrusion. He was too tired to fight and too beaten down to resist. 

“18” He replied grateful that the man had removed his fingers. 

“Why aren’t you at home?” The Irish man asked. 

“I don’t have a home.” He replied without emotion. He felt the bigger man begin working his cock. He moved it sensually and slowly through his hot soapy hand. Justin reached down to stop him. “He never let me. I won’t last long if you do that.” He warned. 

“I know.” The bigger man offered and continued the strokes, and moments later Justin’s orgasm hit him. He’d been brought close so many times and never completed. He came until he had nothing left then lay in the tub spent. 

“Thanks.” He sighed. 

“No problem little brother.” The bigger man smiled as he grabbed a towel and held it for the blond. Justin rose and stepped out of the tub. 

“Would you look at him.” The Irish man stated plainly impressed. Justin looked around for a second trying to figure out who he was talking about. They all smirked when he realized it was him. 

“They are going to eat you up.” The dark man added as he moved in close, feeling his own desire for the blonde heat up. He ran his tongue up Justin’s neck causing Justin to eye him warily. The bigger man leaned down claiming Justin’s mouth in a searing kiss. It was hot and wet and demanding. Justin found himself reacting to it in spite of the fatigue. 

When the other man pulled back he had a sad look in his eye. 

“That one was real. You are one beautiful boy. I think it wouldn’t take much for me to get lost in those baby blues and never find my way out.” The man traced Justin’s jaw line. His expression changed to sullen as his eyes darkened with his next words. “ All the other kisses and sweet words that you get from here on out will be just fucks. Don’t get caught up in it. There will be no romance no matter what some of these guys promise. There will be few if any repeaters. You are just a fuck and once they’ve had you, you’re just trash to be thrown out.” Justin felt the words like a slap as he realized what the man was saying. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t felt or heard before. The fact that he was still here in New York was proof enough of his worth. He didn’t need any gentle reminders of that fact.

He put on the robe that had been left to him and was escorted up to his small apartment. 

“Well you’re all set.” The Irish man spoke once Justin was inside. 

“It you ever need any help I’m Ian.” He offered. Justin nodded still wary of all those around him. 

“I’m Jake.” The dark man offered. 

“Justin.” Justin offered. 

“We know.” The both replied then left.