Page 33 of Poison

"The… what?!" Hobbs' voice rose in pitch.

I cleared my throat. "They were fast. They kept throwing slurs at me. They wanted to hurt me. Kept calling me 'one ten.'" One ten was a common slur used against men who liked men. It meant two dicks and one hole. It never made sense to me since, technically, all men had a hole. "The only thing I could think to do was climb the billboard. They didn't follow me up there. But they stayed on the ground, and I guess I fell asleep."

"That's it. I'm giving you a bodyguard."

I sat up in a panic. "Trevor, I don't need one—!" My words were cut off by a round of violent coughs.

"Not an escort. I won't make you wear the shackles, but you are famous, Isaac. All celebrities have a bodyguard. They will keep their distance but be close enough to intervene whenever there is trouble."

"Trevor, please!" I begged.

"This discussion is over. You will have a bodyguard." He leaned in, planting his lips gently on my forehead. "I would lose my mind if something happened to you. Now get up. We're going to see the doctor."

Chapter 23

According to the doctor, I had caught hypothermia. They also did me the favor of detoxing my system. Apparently, I was on day three of withdrawal. Whatever they did to me stopped the sweats and shakes almost immediately. The funny thing was, I didn't even realize I was addicted to anything. I just wanted to feel numb, so I chased any type of high I could. According to the professionals, the main culprit was alcohol. It made sense. Alcohol was cheap and easy to get, and since I had been seeing less and less of Cherry, I was having a harder time getting my hands on Nova. When I got home, Hobbs allowed me to rest for a few days. He didn't bother me, so I simply stayed up in my room, only eating food when it was delivered.

After three days, Hobbs decided to grace me with his presence. The moment he walked in, he went straight to my wardrobe and pulled out my robe. "You have a client."

I groaned. Why couldn't I still be sick?

"It will be quick. They chose the minimum, so it will be no longer than fifteen minutes or until he cums."

Hobbs and I went down to one of the studios, and I headed for the dressing room, where a pair of tight black underwear and black platform boots waited for me.

It was so ridiculous. Why couldn't I just stay naked? Isn't that what these perverts wanted anyway? Once I was dressed, I positioned myself onto a table/bed contraption that was large enough to fit two people. There wasn't much padding to cushion my knees, but according to Hobbs, it was easier to clean than a regular mattress.

The lights dimmed, and Starburst emerged with a cocky grin. The door slid open, and my jaw hung slack. "What… the… fuck?" I wasn't sure who I was expecting to walk through the door, but it sure as hell wasn't Vic.

He stepped forward, clasping his hands together in an almost nervous gesture. "Isaac, we have to talk."

I scowled. What the fuck could Vic want to speak about? I tried to talk with him, and he refused. And three days later, he was paying to fuck me? I wanted to give it to him for free, and he fucking paid for it?

Rage built up inside me like nothing else. I wanted nothing more than to tackle Vic and tear his face off. I needed him, but he turned me down. And for what? To fucking pay for it later? Two could play at this game.

Sliding from the table, I moved toward him with long, cocky strides. My hands ran over his shoulders before I slid them under his shirt.

"Isaac, I don't want to sleep with you," Vic whispered as if someone was listening in.

I grazed his finely sculpted abs. "Well, if you wanted to talk, you should have called a shrink instead of me." I slid ahand down his pants. His cock was soft but slowly growing, and his breathing was coming out in quick pants. I ran my nose gently along his jaw. "This guy doesn't seem to want to talk." Stepping back, I climbed onto the table, pulling up my knees and spreading my legs. "He wants to fuck."

Vic swallowed hard. "I don't want this."

Frustrated, I reached for his pants, tugging on them until they fell to the ground. Vic remained as still as a statue as I got to my knees, gripping his girth tightly. "Yes, you do. It's what you paid for."

"This isn't what you think."

I ignored him and took his length into my mouth. He didn't protest as his breathing got heavy with desire. How I longed to do this to him the first time we met. I had wanted to see and feel the erection hiding beneath his pants. Hell, I would have given him my entire being. Vic wanted it. He could have had it all. But instead, he was fucking paying for it. He was no better than every other man who stepped through those doors.

When he was hard as stone, I got up and squirted some lubricant onto my fingers, gently rubbing the goo over my hole. "This is what you want, baby. You want to fuck me. Don't you, Daddy? You want to give me all of that big, fat cock of yours."

I bent over the table and curled my back, lifting my ass into the air. Vic remained still as if he were frozen to the spot. I turned slightly to grab his wrist and pull him close. With my other hand, I gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down my crack.

"Seriously, Isaac…" He gulped loudly.

"Fuck me, Daddy," I begged. "I need it. I'll be a good boy, just please. I can't wait for it anymore. I need you. I need that big cock of yours." Finally, his hands grabbed my hips, and he thrust inside. "Yeah, baby! Give it to me! Just like that! Fuck me!" He did, his body shook, but he didn't stop. "Oh yeah, baby! You're fucking me so good! Oh my God, give it to me, baby!" I pleaded.

Had it been real, outside of the studio, and not something he paid for, I would have meant those words. As it was, I just wanted him to cum and get the fuck out of my life. How dare he come here? He knew what I was forced to do, and he was making me fuck him! All that talk about me being the victim and how he wanted to get to know Isaac. How dare he say he couldn't stand Starburst while he paid to fuck him!?

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