My Goth Pimp Night 6 justinnewjersey94@yahoo.com
Noah woke first, about 4:00 PM. His ass was sore and burned. His nipples raw and oozing. He had been laying right next to Xanthos' left armpit and he smelled the strong male odor. Quickly remembering the previous night's assault he decided to lie there quietly.
Finally his pimp woke as well. Xanthos got up and went to the bathroom without speaking, taking a long, loud piss. When he returned, he suggested that Noah do the same and so he did as well. Noah sheepishly returned to the bed, to find the dark haired sadist laying on his back, and stroking his massive hard on. He motioned for Noah to service him.
Noah, rapidly discerning his role, crawled on the bed, getting on his knees between Xanthos' legs, and reached down with his right hand, softly stroking the tattooed cock. "Suck it" said the vampire-esque pimp, and Noah took the big cock in his young mouth, negotiating the piercing in the tip and being careful to keep his teeth off his master's manhood.
It didn't take the pimp long to cum, and he sent a healthy load into his boy's mouth. Noah swallowed greedily, as they both realized how hungry they were. As he finished cleaning off Xanthos, the pimp told Noah to "get us some breakfast".
Later, while they ate, Xanthos examined his phone and returned a text. "Get showered and dressed. You've got a date to go on." Noah was told that his next trick was at 6:00.
He pulled on a grey pair of Abercrombie trunk underpants, the pouch trimmed in white, the store's name boldly emblazoned in grey across the white front waist band. He took a pair of destroyed super skinny jeans, also from Abercrombie, and squeezed into them. He had a thin, white, sleeveless hoodie in his small pile of clothes, and pulled that over his head. Combing out his long blond hair, he examined himself in the mirror and got a little hard. He thought that Xanthos must be pleased with him. Now that Winter was gone, maybe he would become Xanthos boyfriend.
Xanthos had texted him the address and he seemed indifferent to Noah when he emerged into the living room. The pimp had finished his breakfast and sat naked in the black leather recliner, playing with his phone and his cock, which was miraculously hard again. A Gothic soap opera played on the flat screen. Thin, pale young people were slouching around at a party, eyeing each other up.
"One hour only and then get back here. Get $200 and be sure you tell him how much he turns you on. He's older and needs the reassurance." Noah nodded and left quickly.
The boy would turn two tricks that night. He wouldn't have wanted to discuss either encounter. Older men in hotel rooms. Xanthos knew how to work backpage. In fact, the next three nights would go by pretty much like that. He was being allowed to cook and clean for the pimp, change his sheets and do what little laundry there was- Xanthos usually wearing just his leather pants. But Noah was being allowed to sleep with the abusive Xanthos, which usually meant a blow job before they fell asleep and one in the morning.
All of the tricks were for at least $200. A blond teenager was apparently not only much in demand, but a delicacy that was worth a little more. Noah routinely got $250, and once $800 for an overnight. He was getting really good at cock sucking, and had even consented to being fucked up the ass twice, by youngish guys anyway.
Xanthos had spent some time with Noah perfecting his eye shadow and eye liner. The pimp had also told Noah that he was to keep his fingernails and toenails painted black now, at all times. He gave the boy more jewelry- a silver skull ring and a motorcycle chain bracelet.
About the fourth night after Noah had been initiated into becoming Xanthos personal S&M boy toy, the pimp took the teenager aside in a back room of the downstairs bar. Some vintage Empire Hideous was playing. Noah had just come back from a trick and had handed the entire $250 plus tip over to his pimp, who had explained that it was for the best that he hold all the money from now on. Noah needed too many things- jewelry, make up, hair supplies, clothes, and food and it was expensive.
The room was little more than a big broom closet, with a battered metal desk and a chair. It was hot and close in the little space. Xanthos wore his black leather pants low and his tattoos gleamed in the light from the harsh bare bulb that hung from the ceiling. He wore a strange black leather chest piece, that exposed his abdomen and had no sleeves.
He gently pushed the boy against the wall, holding and caressing the teen's thin, young arms. "Boy, tonight I want to bring you more into my world. I still haven't figured out what to do about that ugly light hair of yours, but I do think it's time to get going on your ink." Noah looked at the ground.
Xanthos touched the necklace he had given the boy, and tweaked the whore's tits. Noah's cock jumped. He pulled the boy to his chest. "Come. It's only three. My friend will be happy to mark your body for me."
Xanthos took Noah's hand and led him through and out of the bar. The boy wore only a pair of tight short black satin shorts and Doc Martens boots. He knew he looked ridiculous but Xanthos had insisted on the little whore boy look for tonight. He led Noah through the streets until they came to the tattoo shop. It was dark and locked. Xanthos banged on the door and finally it creaked opened.
Oddly enough it was Draven, the punk who had scammed Noah out of his fee a week earlier. The punk was wearing ripped, filthy jeans and boots and a very tight black wife beater. His muscles were more impressive than Noah remembered.
"Draven, you owe me" Xanthos said as they entered.
"I know Count Dracula".
Xanthos smacked the punk across the mouth, and then viciously put the youth up against the wall of the tattoo shop. "Don't ever mock me. And don't ever help yourself to one of my boys or girls."
The punk held his breath. "I want this whore tattooed, like I said in my text, but it's gonna' be for free since you beat me out of my money. Do we understand each other Draven?"
The punk nodded and Xanthos released him. The pimp turned to Noah. "Sit down in the chair, bitch, and keep your pussy mouth shut. This is gonna' hurt. Fortunately."
Draven composed himself and got prepared. Xanthos explained the ink he wanted on his boy. He chose a Fraktur Goth font. "I want "'PROPERTY' in an arc across his upper chest, in deep black. Underneath that put 'OF' on his breastbone. Then my name below that. Have the 'X' crisscross his right tit, and the 'S" caress his left nipple. I'll be back to collect him in two hours. You can have your way with him when you're done.
"Boy, do what Draven says. He'll probably want to fuck you bareback when he's done. You'll do it to thank him for marking you.
Two hours later found Noah leaned over the tattoo table, smelling of rubbing alcohol, cotton taped to his chest, as the mohawked punk rammed his uncut British cock into the whimpering boy.
Xanthos mysteriously appeared almost without using the door. "Draven, you've had your fun. Let your bad seed loose and fill the cum bucket's pussy so I can take him home." Xanthos stroked himself through his leather jeans.
The punk roared with pleasure as he came. "Take my jizz you bitch, you worthless cock sucking faggot." He emptied himself in Noah's ass.
Xanthos told the boy to pull his short pants up and thank Draven, which he did.
"The ink better be good work. Especially since I gotta' go home now to your sloppy seconds."
Thanks for reading! Peace, Justin