Charlie ★ The pretty boy

Charlie sat in the alleyway on a brick doorstep outside his job, smoking a cigarette. He looked down on the pavement as he zoned out. His blond hair was messy and dirty. He hadn’t showered in days. Like the men would care anyway.

He sighed and rubbed the bandaid on his cheek. He had it because one of his customers had slapped him, for sucking them off too fast. Charlie was fed up with this life, selling himself to older men for money. It was nothing he was raised to work as. Nothing he wanted to work as. But what else was there to do with no education, no home, no money.

Charlie took a long drag from his cigarette. At least he got a place to stay sometime, right? Sometimes his customers would let him stay for a night, if he was lucky, two. He sighed again. Fuck.. I hope I don’t have another customer today.. He thought to himself.

That’s when he felt someone knocking on his shoulder. His head snapped up and he looked over his shoulder. Micheal. Micheal with that smirk on face, that stupid smirk he’d seen millions of times before. “Sup, slut. Come on, you got another customer. Don’t keep him waiting, Charlie~” Micheal purred before disappearing into the building once again.

Charlie sighed and killed the cigarette on the brick stair. He stood up and muttered under his breath. “Stupid Micheal..” He walked inside and saw a man in suit standing in front of his desk. He looked at the man and put up that fake act once again. “Hey there, mister.. how can I help you this evening~” He purred. The man just smirked. “Well. I heard you.. fuck for money. Is that true, pretty boy?”

Charlie sighed and nodded. “Yes. Yes I do. H-How long..?” He asked carefully. He watched as the man continued smirking at him. “1 hour. 200 bucks.” The man said. Charlie’s eyes widened 1 hour.. for 200 bucks..? Wow. Holy shit He thought to himself before nodding. “Very well. Uhm.. your car then..?”

The man nodded. “Of course, pretty boy. Come on, follow me.” He said with the same smirk on his face and waited for the boy to follow. They got in his car and the man settled Charlie down in his lap. Charlie’s back against the steering wheel. It was quite uncomfortable but he found himself just dealing with it.

“So.. what’s your name, pretty boy~?” The man purred into the boy’s ear. Charlie blushed. “M-My name’s.. Charlie..” He said quietly, looking into the man’s eyes. “Charlie~? Mhm.. such a beautiful name.” The man purred. “You can just call me ‘sir’, sweetheart.” Charlie nodded. “Y.. Yes, sir..” His eyes darted around in the man’s car. He took in the sight of empty beer bottles on the floor, the killed cigarettes in the cup holder and old receipts in the back seat.

Charlie looked up at the man again. “So.. uhm.. when do we start.. sir..?” He asked carefully. The man smirked once again and leaned forward to Charlie’s ear again. “We can start now, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel real pleasure..” The man said with a low tone with his British accent. Charlie shivered and his body stiffened as he felt the man’s tongue against the shell of his ear. Charlie felt disgusted by himself. All he could think about was the fact he was doing all this for money. But 200 bucks was definitely worth for an hour of this shit.

*He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt hands starting to fumble with his belt. He swallow and reached down and push the man’s hands away. * “L-Let me help, sir.. it’ll go faster..” Charlie said quietly. The man chuckled and watched as the boy fumbled with the belt himself. He leaned back in his seat.

As Charlie started unzipping his pants he looks up at the man with a worried expression. “S-Sir..? Uhm.. why couldn’t.. I.. know your name..?” He asked carefully. The man’s expression turned more stern. “Because.. slut. I can’t have you going around telling my name to the police, can I?” He spat and grabbed Charlie’s shirt by the collar.

Charlie’s heart leapt in his chest. He shook his head quickly. “N-No.. no, sir..! I a-apologize for asking..!” He quickly yelled out in panic. The man smirked and let got of Charlie’s collar. “Glad we’ve come to an agreement. Now. Undress, pretty boy. We only have 40 minutes left~” The man murmur into Charlie’s ear.

Charlie shivered once again and nodded. He started taking his shirt off, and threw it onto the passenger’s seat. He watched as the man took in the sight of his bare chest. “Well, well, well.. look at you, pretty boy.. such delicate skin waiting to be touched and marked..” He purred and leaned forward. He started placing kisses on Charlie’s bare chest. Charlie let out a surprised gasp. “S.. Sir..!”

40 minutes later Charlie found himself sat in an alleyway, his clothes wrinkly. He looked down on the 200 dollar bill in his hand and sighed. He held it tightly. He didn’t even know where he was or what the clock was

Not long after that a car pulled up right in front of him. Charlie froze and looked up at the car. A man stepped out of the car. He was wearing an expensive and neat suit. He recognized that man anywhere. That was {{user}}, town’s billionaire.