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Title: Rent Boy (2/3)
Pairing: Domorli, implied monaboyd and ElijahIan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Like before, only this time theres some interesting characters involved, a buying of a certain rent boy and an abusive adopted father
Warnings: BDSM, violence, child abuse (refered to), bribery, prostitution, drug mention...if you can dream it i've written it.
Author: Me, Billylovesdom@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: It's all lies :( damnit
AN: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pipsqueaked b/c shes the coolest person i've ever met in my life. Part One Also, this wasn't written b/c i felt there was enough of this out there. And this is a bit sooner than i had anticipated. But there were cattle prods involved O_O
Feedback: Muchly apprecicated.
(---)
About three weeks after Dominic had started his new line of work, Orlando appeared. The very first customer of the night for this new specialty that Ian was offering. Dominic swallowed and Orlando smiled at him. Dominic sat in the chair next to Ian, leather trousers a button down shirt, leather wristbands and a choker on. Orlando tilted his head and smiled, sitting down across from Ian. Dominic nearly choked at how beautiful Orlando seemed to look. Pink button down shirt and jeans that were snug in all the right places.
Dominic licked his lips and smiled at Orlando. Orlando turned all his attentions to Ian. “Hello, Ian.”
“Hello…Orlando I presume?”
Orlando nodded. “Yes, though I don’t want…”
“No full names are required, Orlando. Just let it be understood that he,” Ian pointed at a rather large man standing in the corner. “Is in the room at all times. Got to watch out for my boy.”
Orlando nodded again. “Perfectly fine. Any other rules?”
“It’s six hundred pounds…and it’s triple of Dominic is hurt.”
Orlando nodded, “I wouldn’t hurt such a…fine specimen like Dominic.”
Ian grinned. “Good then give me the six.”
Orlando shelled out six bills and handed them to Ian. He stood and took Dominics’ hand and followed the other man into the room. Orlando observed the room, many things in here that would hurt the Rent Boy. He looked at Dominic; there was fear in those blue gray eyes, but pride was more prevalent.
Orlando reached one hand over and ran it over the Rent Boys’ cheek. He watched as the Rent Boy leaned his face into the soft touch unawares of his actions. Orlando smiled and ran his thumb over the cheek. He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t be scared Rent Boy. You know if you do as I ask I won’t hurt you…”
Dominic nodded and leaned closer to the touch. What the hell…
Orlando kissed Dominic, his tongue gaining entry without permission. One hand staying on Dominics’ face and slipping to his neck and the other arm slipping to Dominics’ waist and locking around him, pulling the two bodies close. Dominic kissed back, arms sliding around shoulders, tongue fighting back against Orlandos’.
Orlando grinned and took the advantage, slapping Dominic. “I do believe I’ve stated this once before, I run the show…”
In contrast to the hard slap that Dominic had suffered, the soft fingertips ran over his face, soothing the slap marks. Dominic stared up into Orlandos’ chocolate brown eyes. Orlando gave that gorgeous smile and turned him around pushing him down onto the ground. Dominic grunted and looked up at Orlando. Orlando found the ties and tied Dominics’ hands behind his back. Dominic growled.
Orlando laughed. “You know what I want…you do it so well.”
Orlando hooked the leash to the collar Dominic wore and dragged him over to a chair, not giving him a chance to use his legs. Dominic growled again. Orlando smiled at him. “You don’t scare me, Rent Boy.”
Orlando sat down in the chair and grinned at Dominic on his knees, jaw clenched, eyes ablaze, red mark across one cheek, in front of him. “Oh, you’re gorgeous when you’re angry…”
Orlando opened his trousers and pulled his dick out. Dominic couldn’t help it, his jaw went slack and his mouth began to water. Orlando started to stroke himself, teasing the man on his knees in front of him. “You like that…don’t you Rent Boy?”
Dominic stared up at Orlando, his eyes had lost all anger and became filled with need and lust. Dominic didn’t want to tell Orlando how many times he’d dreamed about him coming back over the past three weeks. Why he had dreamed something so…absurd he didn’t know. Billy accused him of becoming obsessed with the pretty boy.
Dominic leaned forward, trying to delve his tongue into the slit. Orlando pushed him back. “No Rent Boy.”
Dominic whined despite himself and licked his dry lips. “I…please…”
“Did I say speak?”
Orlando removed his hand from his cock and slapped the Rent Boy. Dominic whimpered satisfactory for Orlando. Orlando grinned and stood up, pulling his shirt off and slipping his trousers and pants off. He pulled Dominic up to standing by his leash and got him out of his clothes. He grinned and grabbed Dominics’ raging hard-on. Dominic whimpered and pushed forward.
Orlando tightened his fist around the leash and pulled Dominic close. “Don’t move until I fucking say to.”
Dominic nodded and stood still while Orlando started jerking him off. Dominic whined against Orlando and was roughly pushed forward and against a wall. Dominic gasped when the wind was knocked from his lungs. He was pinned, arms behind him, against the wall and Orlando was in front of him. Orlando smirked and kissed Dominic, grinding their erections together.
“Gonna fuck you Rent Boy. Going to make you like it…”
Dominic groaned and tried to press their lips together. Orlando dodged the kiss and untied Dominics’ hands. Dominic watched helplessly as his hands were tied above his head and he was pinned firmly against the wall. He squirmed and fought. Orlando pouted. “Play nice with me, Rent Boy…I’ll be good to you…”
Dominic whimpered and tried to kiss Orlando, seeking some sort of reassurance that things were going to be all right. Orlando denied the kiss and left Dominic against the wall. He glanced at the man in the corner and tilted his head while surveying him. He was tall, looked to be of…Danish descent. Blonde hair, green eyes, fairly attractive…Orlando shrugged and grabbed the condom and the lube.
(---)
One week later, Dominic went unconscious during one of his “sessions”. He awoke two days later in a hospital bed, a very distressed looking Billy standing over his bed. He stared at the silent Billy. “Bills?”
Billy jumped. “Dom!”
“Aye, that’s me. What am I doing here?”
“The client…he got rough with you. You were knocked unconscious. Orlando was here…”
“What?”
“He was coming in to see you and was running late. Then that big brute got you and here we are.”
“Fuck, what’s the lie?”
“I found you in an alleyway, beaten and robbed.”
Dominic nodded and curled into the bed. “So Orlando was here, eh?”
“He came with you to the hospital. That was about it. To make sure you were okay. I think he’s got a thing for you, love. If you were a stripper he’d be in every night.”
“Maybe Ian should start that kind of business, might be safer.”
Billy smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Dominics’ hair. “What happened to Viggo?”
“He was trying to get him off of you when he slammed your head against the metal table.”
Dominic touched the bandage wound around his forehead. Billy moved his hand. “Don’t mess with it, wanker.”
Dominic smiled at Billy. “Yeah, yeah…”
“You like him.”
“He pays good.”
“You like him.”
“He’s good and gentle and he pays good.”
“You like him.”
“What does it matter? I’m the whore and he’s the buyer.”
“You’re better than us, Dominic.”
“No I’m not. I’m just the same. Nothing more than a dirty whore who lost his best intake because some fucker had to go and get rough with me.”
Billy stared at Dominic, listening to him belittle himself. Billy shook his head. “Dominic…”
“Billy! It’s true. It’s all true. I’m a whore… I’ll never be anything more than that.”
Dominic rolled over on his side dejected. Ian walked in and Billy looked at him. Billy shot Ian a go-the-fuck-to-hell look and stormed out of the room. Ian sat on the bed. “Boy?”
“What, Ian?”
“You got to pay for this your self. I can’t afford to be paying doctors bills.”
Dominic sat up. “What?”
“You have to pay your doctors bills yourself.”
“But…but…”
“Don’t but me boy, pay for them yourself! You’ve got money put back.”
Ian got up and walked out of the room. Dominic flopped back on the bed, wincing at the pain that coursed through his body. He started to cry uncontrollably.
(---)
Orlando lay on his bed, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. He bit his lip. He hadn’t liked what he had seen. But that’s what happened when you got tangled into the underworld, you saw things that you didn’t want to see or would never want to see. Orlando bit his lip and rolled over. He stared at the bag of white powder now. He bit his lip. “What am I thinking?”
He stood up and flushed the bags contents and tossed the bag. He muttered to himself. “Drugs…like that solves anything.”
He walked around his house because he was bored. He had nothing to do. He would go get the Rent Boy but he was in the…
Orlando slipped his shoes on and grabbed his keys, rushing out of the door in a hurry. He jumped in his car and peeled out. He arrived at the hospital and ran up to the room Dominic was in. He stared in. Dominic was…crying. Orlandos’ mouth fell open. He couldn’t believe it. Why was this strong man crying?
He crept slowly into the room, trying to be quiet. He winced as he hit something. Dominic jerked and then groaned. “Orlando?”
Orlando nodded. “Yeah…can I come in…Dominic?”
Dominic starred at him when he said his name. “Yeah…have a seat.”
Orlando sat down next to the bed. “What’s wrong?”
Dominic wiped his eyes and stared in horror at the IV in his hand. “This! This whole thing is wrong…I’m in a hospital for one. I had the shit beat out of me for two. And thirdly I have to pay for this all by myself! I only have 1300 dollars to my name…”
Orlando tilted his head and leaned forward and kissed Dominics’ forehead. “It’ll work itself out. Everything works itself out.” He stroked the back of Dominics’ hair almost lovingly. “It scared me when I saw you like that. I’d never seen anyone severely hurt.”
Dominic snorted. “I’ve never been severely hurt.”
Orlando sighed and kept stroking Dominics’ hair. “I’m sorry…I’ll help you…if you let me.”
Dominic groaned. “For what cost?”
“How much would it cost to buy you out from under Ian?”
“For me to buy myself its 10,000 and I cant do it for another 10 months.”
Orlandos’ forehead furrowed, he went into thought. Dominic sighed, “Why do you want to buy me anyways?”
Orlando grinned, “For my own devious evil purposes…of course.” Orlando winked at Dominic.
Dominic sighed. “But Orlando, I come with bills…”
“So? I know when you’re all healed up you’re the best at everything you do.”
Orlando ran one finger over Dominics’ split lip gently before leaning down and pressing his lips gently to Dominics’. “And I’d like you to take care of me…Dominic.”
Dominic sighed. “It’s up to you what you do.”
Orlando grinned. “I’ll work something out, as long as your willing to do whatever I say.”
Orlandos’ hand trailed over Dominics’ bruised cheek and his eyes filled with concern. Dominic nodded. “I’ll do whatever you want if you buy me.”
Orlando smiled and kissed Dominic on the forehead. “I got to go now, talk to Ian, talk to a few other people, get your release arranged. It’ll be fine. You have my word.”
Orlando left the hospital with a grin on his face. He was fixing to tell his father he found what he wanted more than anything in the world. His father had promised to buy him something good for his birthday. His birthday was in a week…this should be fun.
(---)
Ian stared at Orlando. “You want to buy my best rent boy?”
“Yes.”
“He’s injured.”
“I don’t care. I want to buy him.”
“Why?”
“Because I want him.”
Orlando was getting agitated. He didn’t need reasons to want something. Orlando’s eyes flashed. Ian stared back, undaunted. Orlando let off a low growl, “I want him, Ian. I’ll pay anything. Fork him over.”
“How about William?”
“I don’t want the Scot. The reason you still have him is because he’s so old. You can’t even put him out on the street. You have to sell him as an escort…”
“Shut up, Orlando Bloom. Just because you have a rich sugar daddy doesn’t mean you can barge in here and take whatever you want.”
Orlando growled. “He’s not my sugar daddy…”
“Oh excuse the fuck out of me. Your adopted father.”
Orlando growled again. “Ian, I just want Dominic. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“So, Orlando…your adopted father, he wants you to be straight right?” Orlando glared. “Does he know that the money you need is to buy a goofy looking rent boy?” More ice cold glares. “Or better yet, does he really think that money will make you forget what he…”
Orlando jumped over the table and grabbed Ian by the collar. “This isn’t about me, old man. This is about Dominic. I want to buy Dominic. Why is this such a hard fucking concept for you?”
Ian laughed. “What are you going to do? Get your little adopted father out of fucking Sheffield to come take care of your favorite new playthings problems?”
“And if I do?”
Ians’ face paled. “15,000”
“I knew you’d change your mind.”
Orlando leaned against the table. “10,000”
“12.”
Orlando pondered for a minute. “Twelve?”
Ian nodded. “It’s only fair. You’re going to be taking care of his medical bills I presume as well.”
Orlando nodded. “Of course. I also take his 1,300 with him.”
“That’s his.”
“Twelve thousand pounds for Dominic.”
“For Dominic.”
Orlando arched an eyebrow. “What’s the catch old man?”
“There’s no catch. You keep your bloody thirsty father the fuck away from my bordello though.”
Orlando laughed. “I like that your tune has changed. You have a deal. Twelve thousand for Dominic.”
Orlando shook on it and left. Ian sat back bitter as fuck. Elijah leaned in. “Ian?”
“C’mere boy.”
Elijah went in and settled gracefully, like a cat, into Ians’ lap. “Did you sell Dom?”
“I had no choice…”
“He threatened?”
“Yes.”
Ian nuzzled into the young boys’ neck. “You won’t leave me will you?”
“Of course not Ian…”
Elijah stroked Ians’ hair and held the old man close.
(---)
Orlando called his adopted father and sighed. “Da?”
Sean was shocked, Orlando rarely called him “Da.” He sighed, “Orli?”
“Yeah…Dad…I need something real bad…”
Should have known, Bean. Should have known. “What is it?”
“One of my friends is in real bad trouble…and…”
“How much?”
“12 grand…”
“Twelve thousand pounds?! How bad is the trouble?”
“He got con-ed into do some real nasty work…and in order to free him, I have to pay the guy 12 thousand pounds.”
“Orlando…”
“But…Dad, come on…please?”
“What kind of work?”
“Rent boy…”
Sean nearly dropped the phone. “How much money do you have?”
“Five thousand pounds.”
“I’ll give you the other seven…I want to meet him though.”
“Yes, Dad. Thank you so much!”
Orlando hung up the phone giddy as a 12-year-old girl at a boy band concert. He grinned and went to the hospital. He sat at Dominics’ bedside and grabbed his hand. Dominic looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “What?”
Orlando grinned even bigger. “Your mine.”
“Make it sound like I’m a puppy…so, Orlando, how much am I worth?”
“12 thousand pounds. But I would have paid more…”
Orlando pressed his lips to the Dominics’ forehead. “Doctor said you’d go home tomorrow too.”
“Good. I hate this place. I’m about to yank these fucking IV’s out.”
“No you’re not.”
“I don’t like them.”
“I know you don’t like them…but you’re supposed to keep them in.”
Dominic sighed. “I know…that you own me, but…I really want to be held…and Billy said he can’t come see me anymore and-“
Orlando lay on the bed and pull Dominic close and snuggled into his neck. “Is this good?”
Dominic nodded and let Orlando hold him, one hand find its way into soft, silky raven curls. He tangled his fingers in them, tugging lightly. Orlando rested, closing his eyes. He finally had something he really wanted. The two of them fell into a light sleep against each other before Orlando was roused and told he needed to leave.
(---)
Sean tried to ponder what his son-- adopted son –was doing with a bloody rent boy. He didn’t understand that. Orlando didn’t have friends like that…did he? After a few days of pondering Sean decided it was time to take a little trip to Manchester to find out what the hell was going on with his (adopted) son.
Sean arrived a week after Dominic was out of the hospital. He came in without knocking and found a slightly bruised and battered man lying across Orlandos’ chest; one hand in the shoulder length curls his (adopted) son possessed. “Is this the man I bought for you?”
“Dad! It’s not like that…”
Sean arched an eyebrow. “Right, Orlando…right.”
“Dad…it’s not. He just needs some comfort…”
“Whom did I give 7 grand to?”
Dominic looked from Orlando to the new man. He bit his lip. Sean snapped. “Orlando fucking answer me. Who did I buy him from?”
“Ian…”
“Ian…McKellen?”
Orlando nodded.
“Fuck!”
Dominic crawled away from Orlando, feeling ashamed. He turned his head aside and stared out a window. “Orlando…how did you meet him?”
Orlando whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. “I bought him…”
Sean’s eyes went wide and he lunged for Orlando, striking him hard across the face. “You’ve been messing with no good whores?”
Orlando tried to squirm away from him. Bean grabbed a fistful of that gorgeous brown hair and dragged Orlando into the bathroom. He tossed him against the back wall of the bathroom and slammed the door shut. “Orlando…”
(---)
Dominic sat, cowered on the couch, expecting the man that Orlando called father to come barreling out of the bathroom and shoot him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t leave. Where would he go? Back to Ian? He sighed and curled up on the couch. Orlando had to be, 23…why was he taking this from his father? He sighed, deciding it wasn’t any of his business and listened to the sobs and yells coming from the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later Orlando came out of the bathroom with his hair shorn completely off and looking like he’d just had to do something he’d never wanted to do. Sean turned and glared at Orlando. “You know why you’re getting to keep him?”
Orlando nodded and spat out with as much poison in his voice as he had left, “Because you know I’ll go to the fucking press…”
Orlando was backhanded again. “Watch your fucking mouth boy.”
Sean left, slamming the door. Orlando glared at Dominic when he went to ask a question. “Go clean the bathroom.”
Orlando locked himself in the bedroom while Dominic cleaned up the hair that had been shaved off of Orlando’s head. He sighed and picked up one of the silk locks and tied a small rubber band around it and put it among his things in his room. What the hell had just happened?
(---)
Dominic went into the kitchen and started cooking something for Orlando to eat. He sighed and made a plate of food for Orlando. He knocked on the door, carefully carrying the plate. “Orlando?”
Orlando opened the door and took the plate of food. “Thank you, Dominic.”
Dominic nodded. “Well…at least you look good with a shaved head?”
Orlando smiled at him and let him in the room. “You always know when to be funny…why is that?”
Dominic shrugged. “I dunno…”
Dominic sat on the bed next to Orlando and watched him eat. Orlando offered a bite and Dominic shook his head. “No thank you…Orlando.”
Orlando sat the plate aside and pulled his Rent Boy into his arms. “You’re too good to someone who owns you.”
Dominic shrugged. “You’ll get rid of me when you’re bored…”
“I’ll never get bored of you though. You’re blow jobs are too good.”
Orlando gave Dominic a cheeky grin and Dominic feigned hurt. Orlando ran his hand over Dominics’ cheek. “C’mere…”
Dominic started kissing Orlando, trying to “kiss away the pain” like Billy had taught him. He straddled Orlandos’ lap, letting him cling to him. Dominics’ mouth pressed all over Orlandos’ face. “I’m here to listen…”
“Dominic…you’re not a rent boy anymore.”
“Yes I am, I’m you’re personal rent boy. I do whatever you want. Even if that means kissing away your fears and listening as your tears fall.”
Orlando started to sob, telling Dominic all sorts of horror stories about what Sean had done to him and how he bribed him for love and silence. Dominic kissed and licked the salty tears off of Orlandos’ face. Orlando clung to Dominic and finally his sobs ceased and he cuddled into Dominic, pulling Dominic down with him into a lying position. Dominic smiled and rubbed Orlandos’ buzzed head.
The two fell into a restful sleep, clutching to each other.
(---)
Orlando awoke with a crick in his neck and his face buried into Dominics’ side. He sighed. He clutched Dominic and nuzzled his side with his nose, refusing to move and lose what little warmth he had found. Dominic chuckled. “Good morning, Orlando. I didn’t know I was bought to be a nose rag…I thought I was bought to be your whore.”
Orlando grinned and pushed Dominics’ shirt up to run circles with his fingertips on his skin. Dominic smiled in spite of himself and rubbed Orlandos’ back, already lamenting the lost curls. Orlando sighed and kissed Dominics’ side. He got up and went to the bathroom. Dominic sat up and went into the kitchen to start breakfast.
Orlando stormed out of the bathroom and growled at Dominic. Dominic turned and backed away from Orlando. “What’s wrong?”
“The bathroom…I told you to clean it.”
“I…I did.”
Orlando growled and grabbed Dominic by his hair and dragged him to the bathroom by his hair. He shoved Dominic onto the ground in the bathroom. “Dominic…this bathroom isn’t fucking clean.”
Dominic swallowed. “I’m sorry…I’ll clean it. I promise…I will. After breakfast”
Orlando growled and kicked Dominic in the stomach hard. “You better fucking clean it now.”
Orlando left the bathroom. Dominic started cleaning the bathroom, again, and marveling at the fact that Orlando had sounded so fucking calm when he had yelled at him. He cleaned the bathroom and peeped out. “Orlando?” he said softly.
“What?” Orlando barked back.
“The bathroom. Come see if it’s the way you want it.”
Orlando came in the bathroom and observed it. “Good.” Orlando grinned. Fucking happy-go-lucky-you’re-a-good-boy grinned. Dominic stared at him and nearly jerked when Orlando hugged him. “I’m hungry.”
Dominic nodded and walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to make Orlando some breakfast.
Pairing: Domorli, implied monaboyd and ElijahIan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Like before, only this time theres some interesting characters involved, a buying of a certain rent boy and an abusive adopted father
Warnings: BDSM, violence, child abuse (refered to), bribery, prostitution, drug mention...if you can dream it i've written it.
Author: Me, Billylovesdom@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: It's all lies :( damnit
AN: written for
pipsqueaked b/c shes the coolest person i've ever met in my life. Part One Also, this wasn't written b/c i felt there was enough of this out there. And this is a bit sooner than i had anticipated. But there were cattle prods involved O_OFeedback: Muchly apprecicated.
(---)
About three weeks after Dominic had started his new line of work, Orlando appeared. The very first customer of the night for this new specialty that Ian was offering. Dominic swallowed and Orlando smiled at him. Dominic sat in the chair next to Ian, leather trousers a button down shirt, leather wristbands and a choker on. Orlando tilted his head and smiled, sitting down across from Ian. Dominic nearly choked at how beautiful Orlando seemed to look. Pink button down shirt and jeans that were snug in all the right places.
Dominic licked his lips and smiled at Orlando. Orlando turned all his attentions to Ian. “Hello, Ian.”
“Hello…Orlando I presume?”
Orlando nodded. “Yes, though I don’t want…”
“No full names are required, Orlando. Just let it be understood that he,” Ian pointed at a rather large man standing in the corner. “Is in the room at all times. Got to watch out for my boy.”
Orlando nodded again. “Perfectly fine. Any other rules?”
“It’s six hundred pounds…and it’s triple of Dominic is hurt.”
Orlando nodded, “I wouldn’t hurt such a…fine specimen like Dominic.”
Ian grinned. “Good then give me the six.”
Orlando shelled out six bills and handed them to Ian. He stood and took Dominics’ hand and followed the other man into the room. Orlando observed the room, many things in here that would hurt the Rent Boy. He looked at Dominic; there was fear in those blue gray eyes, but pride was more prevalent.
Orlando reached one hand over and ran it over the Rent Boys’ cheek. He watched as the Rent Boy leaned his face into the soft touch unawares of his actions. Orlando smiled and ran his thumb over the cheek. He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t be scared Rent Boy. You know if you do as I ask I won’t hurt you…”
Dominic nodded and leaned closer to the touch. What the hell…
Orlando kissed Dominic, his tongue gaining entry without permission. One hand staying on Dominics’ face and slipping to his neck and the other arm slipping to Dominics’ waist and locking around him, pulling the two bodies close. Dominic kissed back, arms sliding around shoulders, tongue fighting back against Orlandos’.
Orlando grinned and took the advantage, slapping Dominic. “I do believe I’ve stated this once before, I run the show…”
In contrast to the hard slap that Dominic had suffered, the soft fingertips ran over his face, soothing the slap marks. Dominic stared up into Orlandos’ chocolate brown eyes. Orlando gave that gorgeous smile and turned him around pushing him down onto the ground. Dominic grunted and looked up at Orlando. Orlando found the ties and tied Dominics’ hands behind his back. Dominic growled.
Orlando laughed. “You know what I want…you do it so well.”
Orlando hooked the leash to the collar Dominic wore and dragged him over to a chair, not giving him a chance to use his legs. Dominic growled again. Orlando smiled at him. “You don’t scare me, Rent Boy.”
Orlando sat down in the chair and grinned at Dominic on his knees, jaw clenched, eyes ablaze, red mark across one cheek, in front of him. “Oh, you’re gorgeous when you’re angry…”
Orlando opened his trousers and pulled his dick out. Dominic couldn’t help it, his jaw went slack and his mouth began to water. Orlando started to stroke himself, teasing the man on his knees in front of him. “You like that…don’t you Rent Boy?”
Dominic stared up at Orlando, his eyes had lost all anger and became filled with need and lust. Dominic didn’t want to tell Orlando how many times he’d dreamed about him coming back over the past three weeks. Why he had dreamed something so…absurd he didn’t know. Billy accused him of becoming obsessed with the pretty boy.
Dominic leaned forward, trying to delve his tongue into the slit. Orlando pushed him back. “No Rent Boy.”
Dominic whined despite himself and licked his dry lips. “I…please…”
“Did I say speak?”
Orlando removed his hand from his cock and slapped the Rent Boy. Dominic whimpered satisfactory for Orlando. Orlando grinned and stood up, pulling his shirt off and slipping his trousers and pants off. He pulled Dominic up to standing by his leash and got him out of his clothes. He grinned and grabbed Dominics’ raging hard-on. Dominic whimpered and pushed forward.
Orlando tightened his fist around the leash and pulled Dominic close. “Don’t move until I fucking say to.”
Dominic nodded and stood still while Orlando started jerking him off. Dominic whined against Orlando and was roughly pushed forward and against a wall. Dominic gasped when the wind was knocked from his lungs. He was pinned, arms behind him, against the wall and Orlando was in front of him. Orlando smirked and kissed Dominic, grinding their erections together.
“Gonna fuck you Rent Boy. Going to make you like it…”
Dominic groaned and tried to press their lips together. Orlando dodged the kiss and untied Dominics’ hands. Dominic watched helplessly as his hands were tied above his head and he was pinned firmly against the wall. He squirmed and fought. Orlando pouted. “Play nice with me, Rent Boy…I’ll be good to you…”
Dominic whimpered and tried to kiss Orlando, seeking some sort of reassurance that things were going to be all right. Orlando denied the kiss and left Dominic against the wall. He glanced at the man in the corner and tilted his head while surveying him. He was tall, looked to be of…Danish descent. Blonde hair, green eyes, fairly attractive…Orlando shrugged and grabbed the condom and the lube.
(---)
One week later, Dominic went unconscious during one of his “sessions”. He awoke two days later in a hospital bed, a very distressed looking Billy standing over his bed. He stared at the silent Billy. “Bills?”
Billy jumped. “Dom!”
“Aye, that’s me. What am I doing here?”
“The client…he got rough with you. You were knocked unconscious. Orlando was here…”
“What?”
“He was coming in to see you and was running late. Then that big brute got you and here we are.”
“Fuck, what’s the lie?”
“I found you in an alleyway, beaten and robbed.”
Dominic nodded and curled into the bed. “So Orlando was here, eh?”
“He came with you to the hospital. That was about it. To make sure you were okay. I think he’s got a thing for you, love. If you were a stripper he’d be in every night.”
“Maybe Ian should start that kind of business, might be safer.”
Billy smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Dominics’ hair. “What happened to Viggo?”
“He was trying to get him off of you when he slammed your head against the metal table.”
Dominic touched the bandage wound around his forehead. Billy moved his hand. “Don’t mess with it, wanker.”
Dominic smiled at Billy. “Yeah, yeah…”
“You like him.”
“He pays good.”
“You like him.”
“He’s good and gentle and he pays good.”
“You like him.”
“What does it matter? I’m the whore and he’s the buyer.”
“You’re better than us, Dominic.”
“No I’m not. I’m just the same. Nothing more than a dirty whore who lost his best intake because some fucker had to go and get rough with me.”
Billy stared at Dominic, listening to him belittle himself. Billy shook his head. “Dominic…”
“Billy! It’s true. It’s all true. I’m a whore… I’ll never be anything more than that.”
Dominic rolled over on his side dejected. Ian walked in and Billy looked at him. Billy shot Ian a go-the-fuck-to-hell look and stormed out of the room. Ian sat on the bed. “Boy?”
“What, Ian?”
“You got to pay for this your self. I can’t afford to be paying doctors bills.”
Dominic sat up. “What?”
“You have to pay your doctors bills yourself.”
“But…but…”
“Don’t but me boy, pay for them yourself! You’ve got money put back.”
Ian got up and walked out of the room. Dominic flopped back on the bed, wincing at the pain that coursed through his body. He started to cry uncontrollably.
(---)
Orlando lay on his bed, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. He bit his lip. He hadn’t liked what he had seen. But that’s what happened when you got tangled into the underworld, you saw things that you didn’t want to see or would never want to see. Orlando bit his lip and rolled over. He stared at the bag of white powder now. He bit his lip. “What am I thinking?”
He stood up and flushed the bags contents and tossed the bag. He muttered to himself. “Drugs…like that solves anything.”
He walked around his house because he was bored. He had nothing to do. He would go get the Rent Boy but he was in the…
Orlando slipped his shoes on and grabbed his keys, rushing out of the door in a hurry. He jumped in his car and peeled out. He arrived at the hospital and ran up to the room Dominic was in. He stared in. Dominic was…crying. Orlandos’ mouth fell open. He couldn’t believe it. Why was this strong man crying?
He crept slowly into the room, trying to be quiet. He winced as he hit something. Dominic jerked and then groaned. “Orlando?”
Orlando nodded. “Yeah…can I come in…Dominic?”
Dominic starred at him when he said his name. “Yeah…have a seat.”
Orlando sat down next to the bed. “What’s wrong?”
Dominic wiped his eyes and stared in horror at the IV in his hand. “This! This whole thing is wrong…I’m in a hospital for one. I had the shit beat out of me for two. And thirdly I have to pay for this all by myself! I only have 1300 dollars to my name…”
Orlando tilted his head and leaned forward and kissed Dominics’ forehead. “It’ll work itself out. Everything works itself out.” He stroked the back of Dominics’ hair almost lovingly. “It scared me when I saw you like that. I’d never seen anyone severely hurt.”
Dominic snorted. “I’ve never been severely hurt.”
Orlando sighed and kept stroking Dominics’ hair. “I’m sorry…I’ll help you…if you let me.”
Dominic groaned. “For what cost?”
“How much would it cost to buy you out from under Ian?”
“For me to buy myself its 10,000 and I cant do it for another 10 months.”
Orlandos’ forehead furrowed, he went into thought. Dominic sighed, “Why do you want to buy me anyways?”
Orlando grinned, “For my own devious evil purposes…of course.” Orlando winked at Dominic.
Dominic sighed. “But Orlando, I come with bills…”
“So? I know when you’re all healed up you’re the best at everything you do.”
Orlando ran one finger over Dominics’ split lip gently before leaning down and pressing his lips gently to Dominics’. “And I’d like you to take care of me…Dominic.”
Dominic sighed. “It’s up to you what you do.”
Orlando grinned. “I’ll work something out, as long as your willing to do whatever I say.”
Orlandos’ hand trailed over Dominics’ bruised cheek and his eyes filled with concern. Dominic nodded. “I’ll do whatever you want if you buy me.”
Orlando smiled and kissed Dominic on the forehead. “I got to go now, talk to Ian, talk to a few other people, get your release arranged. It’ll be fine. You have my word.”
Orlando left the hospital with a grin on his face. He was fixing to tell his father he found what he wanted more than anything in the world. His father had promised to buy him something good for his birthday. His birthday was in a week…this should be fun.
(---)
Ian stared at Orlando. “You want to buy my best rent boy?”
“Yes.”
“He’s injured.”
“I don’t care. I want to buy him.”
“Why?”
“Because I want him.”
Orlando was getting agitated. He didn’t need reasons to want something. Orlando’s eyes flashed. Ian stared back, undaunted. Orlando let off a low growl, “I want him, Ian. I’ll pay anything. Fork him over.”
“How about William?”
“I don’t want the Scot. The reason you still have him is because he’s so old. You can’t even put him out on the street. You have to sell him as an escort…”
“Shut up, Orlando Bloom. Just because you have a rich sugar daddy doesn’t mean you can barge in here and take whatever you want.”
Orlando growled. “He’s not my sugar daddy…”
“Oh excuse the fuck out of me. Your adopted father.”
Orlando growled again. “Ian, I just want Dominic. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“So, Orlando…your adopted father, he wants you to be straight right?” Orlando glared. “Does he know that the money you need is to buy a goofy looking rent boy?” More ice cold glares. “Or better yet, does he really think that money will make you forget what he…”
Orlando jumped over the table and grabbed Ian by the collar. “This isn’t about me, old man. This is about Dominic. I want to buy Dominic. Why is this such a hard fucking concept for you?”
Ian laughed. “What are you going to do? Get your little adopted father out of fucking Sheffield to come take care of your favorite new playthings problems?”
“And if I do?”
Ians’ face paled. “15,000”
“I knew you’d change your mind.”
Orlando leaned against the table. “10,000”
“12.”
Orlando pondered for a minute. “Twelve?”
Ian nodded. “It’s only fair. You’re going to be taking care of his medical bills I presume as well.”
Orlando nodded. “Of course. I also take his 1,300 with him.”
“That’s his.”
“Twelve thousand pounds for Dominic.”
“For Dominic.”
Orlando arched an eyebrow. “What’s the catch old man?”
“There’s no catch. You keep your bloody thirsty father the fuck away from my bordello though.”
Orlando laughed. “I like that your tune has changed. You have a deal. Twelve thousand for Dominic.”
Orlando shook on it and left. Ian sat back bitter as fuck. Elijah leaned in. “Ian?”
“C’mere boy.”
Elijah went in and settled gracefully, like a cat, into Ians’ lap. “Did you sell Dom?”
“I had no choice…”
“He threatened?”
“Yes.”
Ian nuzzled into the young boys’ neck. “You won’t leave me will you?”
“Of course not Ian…”
Elijah stroked Ians’ hair and held the old man close.
(---)
Orlando called his adopted father and sighed. “Da?”
Sean was shocked, Orlando rarely called him “Da.” He sighed, “Orli?”
“Yeah…Dad…I need something real bad…”
Should have known, Bean. Should have known. “What is it?”
“One of my friends is in real bad trouble…and…”
“How much?”
“12 grand…”
“Twelve thousand pounds?! How bad is the trouble?”
“He got con-ed into do some real nasty work…and in order to free him, I have to pay the guy 12 thousand pounds.”
“Orlando…”
“But…Dad, come on…please?”
“What kind of work?”
“Rent boy…”
Sean nearly dropped the phone. “How much money do you have?”
“Five thousand pounds.”
“I’ll give you the other seven…I want to meet him though.”
“Yes, Dad. Thank you so much!”
Orlando hung up the phone giddy as a 12-year-old girl at a boy band concert. He grinned and went to the hospital. He sat at Dominics’ bedside and grabbed his hand. Dominic looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “What?”
Orlando grinned even bigger. “Your mine.”
“Make it sound like I’m a puppy…so, Orlando, how much am I worth?”
“12 thousand pounds. But I would have paid more…”
Orlando pressed his lips to the Dominics’ forehead. “Doctor said you’d go home tomorrow too.”
“Good. I hate this place. I’m about to yank these fucking IV’s out.”
“No you’re not.”
“I don’t like them.”
“I know you don’t like them…but you’re supposed to keep them in.”
Dominic sighed. “I know…that you own me, but…I really want to be held…and Billy said he can’t come see me anymore and-“
Orlando lay on the bed and pull Dominic close and snuggled into his neck. “Is this good?”
Dominic nodded and let Orlando hold him, one hand find its way into soft, silky raven curls. He tangled his fingers in them, tugging lightly. Orlando rested, closing his eyes. He finally had something he really wanted. The two of them fell into a light sleep against each other before Orlando was roused and told he needed to leave.
(---)
Sean tried to ponder what his son-- adopted son –was doing with a bloody rent boy. He didn’t understand that. Orlando didn’t have friends like that…did he? After a few days of pondering Sean decided it was time to take a little trip to Manchester to find out what the hell was going on with his (adopted) son.
Sean arrived a week after Dominic was out of the hospital. He came in without knocking and found a slightly bruised and battered man lying across Orlandos’ chest; one hand in the shoulder length curls his (adopted) son possessed. “Is this the man I bought for you?”
“Dad! It’s not like that…”
Sean arched an eyebrow. “Right, Orlando…right.”
“Dad…it’s not. He just needs some comfort…”
“Whom did I give 7 grand to?”
Dominic looked from Orlando to the new man. He bit his lip. Sean snapped. “Orlando fucking answer me. Who did I buy him from?”
“Ian…”
“Ian…McKellen?”
Orlando nodded.
“Fuck!”
Dominic crawled away from Orlando, feeling ashamed. He turned his head aside and stared out a window. “Orlando…how did you meet him?”
Orlando whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. “I bought him…”
Sean’s eyes went wide and he lunged for Orlando, striking him hard across the face. “You’ve been messing with no good whores?”
Orlando tried to squirm away from him. Bean grabbed a fistful of that gorgeous brown hair and dragged Orlando into the bathroom. He tossed him against the back wall of the bathroom and slammed the door shut. “Orlando…”
(---)
Dominic sat, cowered on the couch, expecting the man that Orlando called father to come barreling out of the bathroom and shoot him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t leave. Where would he go? Back to Ian? He sighed and curled up on the couch. Orlando had to be, 23…why was he taking this from his father? He sighed, deciding it wasn’t any of his business and listened to the sobs and yells coming from the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later Orlando came out of the bathroom with his hair shorn completely off and looking like he’d just had to do something he’d never wanted to do. Sean turned and glared at Orlando. “You know why you’re getting to keep him?”
Orlando nodded and spat out with as much poison in his voice as he had left, “Because you know I’ll go to the fucking press…”
Orlando was backhanded again. “Watch your fucking mouth boy.”
Sean left, slamming the door. Orlando glared at Dominic when he went to ask a question. “Go clean the bathroom.”
Orlando locked himself in the bedroom while Dominic cleaned up the hair that had been shaved off of Orlando’s head. He sighed and picked up one of the silk locks and tied a small rubber band around it and put it among his things in his room. What the hell had just happened?
(---)
Dominic went into the kitchen and started cooking something for Orlando to eat. He sighed and made a plate of food for Orlando. He knocked on the door, carefully carrying the plate. “Orlando?”
Orlando opened the door and took the plate of food. “Thank you, Dominic.”
Dominic nodded. “Well…at least you look good with a shaved head?”
Orlando smiled at him and let him in the room. “You always know when to be funny…why is that?”
Dominic shrugged. “I dunno…”
Dominic sat on the bed next to Orlando and watched him eat. Orlando offered a bite and Dominic shook his head. “No thank you…Orlando.”
Orlando sat the plate aside and pulled his Rent Boy into his arms. “You’re too good to someone who owns you.”
Dominic shrugged. “You’ll get rid of me when you’re bored…”
“I’ll never get bored of you though. You’re blow jobs are too good.”
Orlando gave Dominic a cheeky grin and Dominic feigned hurt. Orlando ran his hand over Dominics’ cheek. “C’mere…”
Dominic started kissing Orlando, trying to “kiss away the pain” like Billy had taught him. He straddled Orlandos’ lap, letting him cling to him. Dominics’ mouth pressed all over Orlandos’ face. “I’m here to listen…”
“Dominic…you’re not a rent boy anymore.”
“Yes I am, I’m you’re personal rent boy. I do whatever you want. Even if that means kissing away your fears and listening as your tears fall.”
Orlando started to sob, telling Dominic all sorts of horror stories about what Sean had done to him and how he bribed him for love and silence. Dominic kissed and licked the salty tears off of Orlandos’ face. Orlando clung to Dominic and finally his sobs ceased and he cuddled into Dominic, pulling Dominic down with him into a lying position. Dominic smiled and rubbed Orlandos’ buzzed head.
The two fell into a restful sleep, clutching to each other.
(---)
Orlando awoke with a crick in his neck and his face buried into Dominics’ side. He sighed. He clutched Dominic and nuzzled his side with his nose, refusing to move and lose what little warmth he had found. Dominic chuckled. “Good morning, Orlando. I didn’t know I was bought to be a nose rag…I thought I was bought to be your whore.”
Orlando grinned and pushed Dominics’ shirt up to run circles with his fingertips on his skin. Dominic smiled in spite of himself and rubbed Orlandos’ back, already lamenting the lost curls. Orlando sighed and kissed Dominics’ side. He got up and went to the bathroom. Dominic sat up and went into the kitchen to start breakfast.
Orlando stormed out of the bathroom and growled at Dominic. Dominic turned and backed away from Orlando. “What’s wrong?”
“The bathroom…I told you to clean it.”
“I…I did.”
Orlando growled and grabbed Dominic by his hair and dragged him to the bathroom by his hair. He shoved Dominic onto the ground in the bathroom. “Dominic…this bathroom isn’t fucking clean.”
Dominic swallowed. “I’m sorry…I’ll clean it. I promise…I will. After breakfast”
Orlando growled and kicked Dominic in the stomach hard. “You better fucking clean it now.”
Orlando left the bathroom. Dominic started cleaning the bathroom, again, and marveling at the fact that Orlando had sounded so fucking calm when he had yelled at him. He cleaned the bathroom and peeped out. “Orlando?” he said softly.
“What?” Orlando barked back.
“The bathroom. Come see if it’s the way you want it.”
Orlando came in the bathroom and observed it. “Good.” Orlando grinned. Fucking happy-go-lucky-you’re-a-good-boy grinned. Dominic stared at him and nearly jerked when Orlando hugged him. “I’m hungry.”
Dominic nodded and walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to make Orlando some breakfast.