High Society

“‘Dear Stephen… I am too filled with regret and dismay to keep’--god, his handwriting is awful…”



“Zeke, please--just do your best.”



Zeke bit his lip. “Sorry…” he sighed then continued. “‘Seeing Father Michael here made me sick, for I could not believe a man of the cloth does that’--or no, no, would do that. Uh… ‘But I could say nothing. I am here too, being just as sinful. I am lost now, I can’t stay here and I can’t go to my church. Father Michael is no longer in my heart as a man I respect and follow. But I cannot remain a whore. I have been… torn over this for long now…’”



Casey was trying to let the words sink in, but he felt dazed and dizzy. The reading of Jose’s letter--the only thing he’d left behind--had left everyone in silence to listen. Even Danny looked sad and pensive.



When Zeke finished with the last line: ‘Please forgive me, as I hope the Lord forgives me for what I’ve done… Jose’, Stephen leaned back in his office chair and rubbed his chin; he then looked at Zeke. “Since I know now that you can speak and understand Spanish, I’d like to know; has he told you before of any plans to leave?” the man asked.



“No. He never talked to me all that much… just… every now and again,” Zeke said. The looks he was getting were a mix of confusion and annoyance, but he ignored them to continue. “All he’s said is that he felt like a hypocrite, going to church, reading the bible and whoring at the same time. He was scared that his dead parents were looking down from heaven and hating him.”



“I wish that you’d confided in me, let me know that you could communicate with him. I may have been able to prepare for something like this happening,” Stephen told Zeke. He didn’t seem angry, but he was definitely not happy.



“Sorry, Sir. He asked me to not tell anyone. He didn’t want to be… bothered.”



“Well… there’s not much we can do,” Stephen said. “He’s chosen a different path. I just hope that he’ll be all right.”



Casey was surprised; he’d thought that after the letter-reading, guards would be sent out in a search party to find the boy. It looked as if Jose was gone and would STAY gone. Henry then shrugged and lit a cigarette.



“Can I shove Jamie in Noah’s room? He snores.”



Everyone groaned. “Too soon, Hen,” James said with a roll of his eyes.



“What? Just trying to lighten the mood.”



Stephen sniffed and stood. “Everyone off to bed. It’s very late, and there’s been enough excitement for the night,” he said. The boys nodded, stood and headed to the door. Once again, Casey was stopped by Stephen’s gentle hand on his shoulder. “Just one moment with you. As I’d said before all of this, we need to chat.”



The bundle of nerves in Casey’s stomach twisted tighter. He watched everyone leave, the door shutting behind them. Stephen sat his desk and sat down with a groan, while Casey returned to the couch. “You’re not in trouble, as I’d already said; but there is a very serious matter we need to discuss. I’m sure you can guess what it is.”



“Cal?” Casey said in a small voice.



“Yes.” Stephen took a cigar from the desk drawer, lit it and puffed smoke as he went on. “Tonight proves that he’s very smitten with you--too smitten. I could have barred him from coming back entirely, but a few factors helped his case. For one, Brandon and Robert had involved a knife in their play without letting me know. It is something that I’d allow, but I need to be told about it. I don’t want people sneaking weapons into private rooms,” he explained. “And two, I did NOT tell everyone to ignore your screaming. The only people I informed of what they’d paid for were the guards, which is why Oscar was placed at the end of the hall. Three… and this is my fault… I missed a very important detail.”



Casey blinked furiously. “What?”



Stephen looked defeated, even sad. “I was careless. I sent them upstairs with you, where you’d be exposed to rough treatment, where you’d be told to pretend you didn’t want it. The problem is, there was no safe-word given to you.”



“Safe… word?”



“Something to yell out that would let us know that things were going wrong. There’s the pull-chain to sound the alarm, but… if you couldn’t reach it, and Oscar believed that your cries were only ‘play’… my god,” Stephen said, closing his eyes. “I knew Brandon, but not this friend of his, Robert. I was glad they were honest with me, letting me know of what they’d said and done with you, but who knows--things have gone wrong before. No one’s ever been terribly injured or killed, of course, I’ve always been careful. But it is something I fear COULD happen one of these days. It could have happened tonight.”



A chill came over Casey, realizing that there really could be danger lurking in this house at night. “What would my safe-word be, then?”



“Something that has nothing to do with a protest you’d make--yelling ‘stop’ or ‘no’ would have meant nothing to the guards, who knew that that was what the men wanted. If you ever need help and cannot reach the chain, you’re to yell ‘cracker’, over and over again and as loud as you can,” Stephen said. When Casey couldn’t help a chuckle, Stephen smiled, just a little. “It sounds silly, yes… but it’s an immediate alarm to anyone listening. All the boys are instructed to use this word if things get out-of-hand. This… is why Cal is only barred for a week. He explained that he’d panicked and really, really thought you were in trouble… that Oscar wasn’t doing his job. He knows now that it was only your job to fulfill the men’s fantasies.”



“All right. Are… they not allowed to come back?” Casey asked.



“Brandon and Robert? No, they can return after this weekend. I wasn’t going to punish them at all until they admitted what they’d done with you. They claimed ignorance, and though they seemed to be sincere, they should have realized that their bringing a knife and not telling me about it carried serious consequences. They were damned lucky that a guard hadn’t seen that through the peephole; if they had, they’d be lucky to walk out with their faces intact.”



Though the consequences of broken rules were extreme, it made Casey feel even safer. “I’m sorry. Perhaps I should have said something… but like you’d said, things like that are allowed. I know this because of… Petie.”



“Ah, Petie. Yes, we check him every time he walks in the door.” Stephen rolled his eyes. “Some men need help, in my honest opinion.”



“Agreed,” Casey replied. He smiled and went to stand. “Is that all?”



“No, there’s one more thing,” Stephen said. Casey settled back down; Stephen’s face became more serious. “We started this discussion off by talking about Cal, and I’d like to end it with him, just to get my point across--clearly and concisely.”



“Yes?”



“I know that he’s taken an enormous liking to you. He’s been paying a lot of money for ‘reservations’, never mind the fact that he’s never taken a boy to a private room as many times as he’s taken you,” Cal explained. “While it may make you feel good, I must ask; has he ever propositioned you for more than what goes on here?”



“What… do you mean?” Casey asked. He knew exactly what Stephen was getting at, but he needed to feign ignorance as much as he could.



“Has he ever talked about inviting you outside of the house--during afternoons when you’re not busy, or on Sundays?”



Casey knew that shaking his head was wrong; Stephen was a man who trusted him, who had given him the best chance at a better life, no matter what Casey had to do for it. Yet his head had been filled with visions of going to Cal’s, doing whatever they liked without a price-tag hanging over them. “No, Sir. He hasn’t.”



“All right. Good.”



“If I may ask, however… why can’t we see them outside of work? Not that I’d want to, I’m just curious,” Casey asked.



“You’re wondering if it’s because of the money I’d lose, having a boy ‘give it out’ for free, I’m sure,” Stephen replied. With a small smile and sigh, he said, “I won’t lie. That IS part of the reason, but only a very tiny bit. My main problem with it has to do with you, and what could happen.”



“What do you mean?”



“Mmm… I could tell you many, many stories, Casey. Sad tales of boys I’ve had here that become so attached to a client that they’re willing to take the chance to really be with them. Etienne, a boy I had here around two years ago was sought after by many customers at a time--he was sweet, with a deep French accent and bright blue eyes that everyone adored,” Stephen said. “One of those clients came here every other day, choosing him and him alone. He began sending roses to him every Monday and Friday, calling them ‘thank you’ presents. I allowed it, because I’d not thought it to be an issue. But then Etienne started getting argumentative when I’d send him off with another man, saying that he didn’t want to do his job when his favorite client was there. It finally came to a head when he left in the middle of the night, leaving a note behind explaining that he wanted to be with the man he adored.”



Casey swallowed. “Did you ever find out what happened?”



“Yes,” Stephen said. He now stared at Casey with a hard gaze. “Etienne knew that he couldn’t come back; as I’ve said, if one leaves this place, they cannot return. But he tried--the man he loved, the one who’d promised that they could live ‘happily ever after’ had been married with four children. He’d pretended that he didn’t know Etienne and cast him off like an old shoe. I’d offered a small loan to the poor boy, to find his own place perhaps and start a new life, but he refused. Two months later, I heard that he’d been killed by a john. The case was never solved.”



This terrible story made Casey’s lips shake open. “Oh… no. That’s dreadful.”



“Yes, it is. I sometimes feel very, very guilty that I didn’t take him back… but he knew. He decided to risk everything and leave the sanctuary I’d given him. He had every right to leave, mind you, as anyone would. This is not a jailhouse, no one is serving life without parole. But if someone chooses to be here, they do have to follow rules. The most important one, one that supersedes even the ‘no relationships’ between the working boys is that one never, ever starts a relationship with a client. It leads you nowhere--I promise that.”



“I understand,” Casey said, even if he didn’t quite believe it.



“Good. I’ll say that now that you’ve been wonderful. You’re honest and very caring, especially to Noah. I’ve often felt bad for the boy and his disability, how he can’t relate to anyone here. Your reaching out to him is beautiful,” Stephen told him. “Don’t think he hasn’t told me through notes that he doesn’t appreciate it. He’s gushed about how happy he is that you’ve come here.”



Pride swelled in Casey’s heart; he put aside the guilt at being deemed ‘honest’ when he was hiding things--important things--to enjoy the compliments given. “He’s very nice. Of course I’d want to reach out to someone like him.”



“I know. We’re very glad you’re here, Casey.”



“Thank you… I’m also happy. I am.”



Stephen grinned wide and stood up. “Ugh, yes. It’s time for bed, especially since tomorrow is Friday… and egads, Friday’s already here,” he said, motioning to the clock which read two-ten. “Off with you, now; have pleasant dreams.”



Casey nodded and went to walk to the door; with Stephen standing next to it, Casey took him up in a hug. “Thank you,” he said.



“You’re very welcome, m’boy,” Stephen replied. With that, Casey left the office and yawned his way upstairs.



Now that he was alone with the house deadly silent, he was able to think more clearly about his situation. He tried comparing it with that of Etienne’s, and what had happened to the poor, unfortunate boy. Would Cal do the same to him? Was Casey falling too hard for the man? He’d seen it more as something that swelled his ego, rather than dangerous. Even with the heartfelt compliments and dreams of ‘running away together’, Casey knew that his place was here. Stephen had been right to be concerned about the ones he cared about… and he did care, that much was obvious. But it nagged at Casey… the idea of seeing Cal outside of work, to be at his apartment… it was thrilling and made him feel light as a feather. With Cal being absent for an entire week…



Casey sighed his way into the bedroom, where Zeke was already sleeping soundly. His light snores filled the air as Casey dressed for bed and put his pants and shirt in the hamper in the hall. Casey knew what he’d say if he knew--everything Stephen had said, only with more fervor and callousness. As much as Casey wanted to dismiss his rants and preaching, he knew where it was coming from. Zeke, too, had been like Etienne, only he HAD taken up residence with a man promising good fortune. With what he’d actually received, perhaps Casey couldn’t blame him for hounding him constantly.



Casey laid down on his bed, snuggled under the covers and began to think. ‘You wouldn’t have to live with Cal, you know,’ Casey told himself. ‘Going to his place--just once… just once.’ It was the last thing Casey thought about before falling asleep.





~*~





The empty chair at breakfast and lunch had made Casey feel sad. Even if he’d never gotten around to try and talk to Jose, he’d still been here, working alongside everyone. The time Casey had heard him play piano… he could’ve used that to try and communicate with him. He was sure that Jose would understand why he’d clap and give him a thumbs-up. Whether Casey learned Spanish or not shouldn’t have mattered; he could have done some-thing. The fact that he hadn’t hung over his head all day, the only thing saving him being when he’d sit with Noah and talk. It was easy to see that Noah was a little lost, his roommate being gone. ‘I can’t beat him at chess anymore,’ he’d told Casey with a sad smile.



After a brisk shower to perk him up, Casey picked out his outfit and began dressing for the more-than-likely-busy Friday night. It wasn’t long before Zeke returned from the showers as well, rubbing a towel over his hair. “Damn… just to warn you, the coffee will get you hyper,” he said in a shaky voice.



“I didn’t have any. I’m not as fond of it as you are,” Casey replied.



“Ah, you should. I’ll be taking in a hundred johns tonight without needing a break,” Zeke said.



Casey chuckled then smoothed out his sweater. It was a new treat, each of the boys getting to choose one from a Saks catalogue. Dark, midnight blue had been recommended to accentuate his eyes. It’d felt like Christmas when Helen and Alice had returned with them. “Are you going to wear your new sweater?” Casey asked Zeke.



“Nah. I’m saving that for Sunday. It’s been harsh out there,” Zeke replied. “Just the usual for me.”



Casey couldn’t help watching the young man get dressed. His slow, smooth movements as he slipped his legs into his slacks were hypnotizing. ‘You’re doing enough damage with Cal--let’s not start on one of the other courtesans,’ Casey thought, unable to keep himself from giggling.



“What?” Zeke asked.



“Oh… nothing.”



“Checking me out?”



Casey smiled and sat on the edge of his bed. “If I am?”



“Uh huh,” Zeke said. His blush was adorable. “Like whatcha see?”



“I guess,” Casey said with a sigh. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”



“Hah. You’re all about breaking the rules, ain’t you?” Zeke chuckled and threw his t-shirt on. “Which one do you wanna break most?”



“Which rule, you mean?”



“Yea. Running away with Cal, or sneaking into my bed at lights-out?”



Did he know? There was no way he could, was there? “Neither.”



“Not even after Cal went Lancelot on everyone and ‘saved you’?” Zeke asked. “God, did he fuck up.”



“Yea. He won’t be here for a whole week.”



Zeke nodded. “Yea, I’ve heard. That doesn’t bug you?”



“No. Why should it?” Casey stretched out on the bed and smiled. “Just a client, like you’ve been pounding into my head, over and over again.”



“Good,” Zeke said. He looked in the full-length mirror and clucked his tongue. “Lookin’ good.”



“You conceited beast.”



“Damned right. Y’know, maybe this me being the official top will do something for me. I get to be all tough, rough and ready,” Zeke said. He turned to look at Casey. “How’s that sound?”



‘Good. VERY good,’ Casey thought. “It’s all right,” he said. He then realized that it was Zeke that would get all the compliments, while he wouldn’t return any. Though he knew he’d look forward, Casey stood up and did a small turn. With his back to Zeke, he asked, “How about me?”



Zeke cocked an eyebrow and hummed. It sounded like approval… “Tag’s hanging out,” Zeke finally replied.



Casey huffed. He went to turn around, but stopped when he felt Zeke’s hands go to his neck. He felt the small, papery tag get tucked back under the collar. Just this made Casey feel hot. There was always something so intimate about someone fixing someone else’s clothing. Zeke patted the sweater and his hands dropped. “Thanks, I gue--OH!” Casey yelped when a hard slap hit his behind; he whirled around on his heels and gave Zeke a shocked expression. As he rubbed his stinging ass with both hands, Zeke laughed heartily.



“You liked it, so shut up,” Zeke said. Casey blinked, unable to reply--it was answer enough. Zeke smirked, stuck two cigarettes in his lips and lit them both. He stuck one into Casey’s mouth. After taking a long drag, he let out the smoke in a stream. “You were wonderful.”



Casey swallowed. The cigarette in his lips was in danger of falling on the rug, all his concentration on Zeke’s sparkling, mischievous eyes and lush lips.





~*~





If Casey thought that the night before had been strange, he had no idea what was going on now. He stayed very still while Richard, a new customer, ran his fingers through his hair. A swallow rolled down Casey’s throat as his cheek was pressed lightly against Richard’s thighs. The man was gentle, soft and cooing as he ran his other hand around Casey’s ass and bare back in slow swoops. But the things he said…



“Poor dead pretty boy. Sweet dead pretty boy,” he said for about the tenth time since getting into the fuck-parlor.



Casey opened his eyes in slits to look at the others in the room. James and Danny sat on the couch with Clark and Dennis; they’d done their jobs already, and Clark was now talking to Dennis about how bad the stocks were. This left the boys to stare at what was going on, both of them wearing incredulous, confused expressions. Casey dared to quirk an eyebrow and made the tiniest shrug their way. Danny clucked his tongue and made a low whistle, while James scratched the top of his head as if pondering an impossible puzzle.



“Poor whore,” Richard said with a sigh. He grabbed one side of Casey’s ass and held it tight. “Who could kill such a pretty whore?”



Sam now stuck his head past the curtain. “Richard--half-hour’s up.”



“Already?”



Casey lifted his head and sat upright. Lying down for so long made him fight to get his bearings. Richard straightened his jacket and reached into his pocket. He drew out a five dollar bill. “You’re very pretty,” he said in a strange voice, then put the money in Casey’s palm. The boy stared at the bill, wide-eyed.



“Um… thanks,” he muttered.



Richard smiled drowsily and left the room. Casey shook with quiet chuckles and waved the money around. “THAT was easy. Weird as hell, but easy.”



“What the hell, I can’t even make that with Xavier!” Danny hissed.



“I guess necrophilia’s an expensive market,” James said.



“Whatever that is, I’ll do it again…” Casey said as he pocketed the cash.



“It means he’s got a thing for dead boys. Sick,” Clark said with distaste.



Not caring what the man thought, Casey slipped his shirt on and stood. Dennis then smirked. “Stay right here, Casey. Danny?” he turned to the young man and handed him a ten. “Go give this to Stephen, let him know I’m having Casey for the ‘everything rate’.”



“Mmkay,” Danny said, then hopped from the couch to leave the room. Clark took James’ hand and led him out as well. This left Casey and Dennis alone; Casey smiled and walked across the room to him.



“First to fuck me for the night,” Casey told him.



“Mmm. Get in my lap, boy.”



Casey sighed and straddled the man’s lap. Once settled in, Casey put his wrists over Dennis’ shoulders. “Still want me, huh?”



A crooked grin formed on Dennis’ face; he then placed a hand at the small of Casey’s back and pushed him in closer. “Taking your virginity was top priority… now I get to have you as a whore,” Dennis said. “I’ll bet you like that title now.”



“Mmm… maybe I do,” Casey said. He didn’t know if he really did, but he couldn’t deny the way the word ‘whore’ felt when it dripped off of Dennis’ tongue. He ground their groins together and enjoyed the hiss Dennis made. “So fuck me. I want it.”



“Yea,” Dennis said. “Stand up and strip for me.”



Casey smiled as he followed the instructions given. He took it slow, letting the clothes he wore slip away from him like water. Dennis drank in every sight, every sound of cloth hitting the floor. Once Casey was nude, Dennis pulled him back into his lap and brought his face down to his. His tongue lashed out to slide over Casey’s lips, darting in and out, in and out. Casey huffed in a few breaths, jerking against the man. The woolen fabric of Dennis’ pants chafed the tender flesh of his thighs as they began rocking back and forth. It made Casey want more--the need for stimulation seemed to increase with every hour of every day. It was almost becoming an addiction, he felt. He rubbed back against Dennis to redden himself even more.



He became distracted a moment when the curtain was pushed open, letting Zeke and Abe inside. Zeke looked angry; before Casey could wonder what was going on, Zeke shoved Abe to the couch on the other end of the room and glared.



“You’re gonna let me fuck you again, huh?”



“Yes… oh yes, please…”



Casey tried looking away, but it was almost impossible; Abe’s fingers were trembling as they went to unbutton his shirt. The glasses on his face were grabbed by Zeke and tossed to the side table, making a loud clack. “Hurry up,” Zeke demanded next.



“Get the oil.”



Casey blinked and turned back to Dennis. “Oh…” he said, then stretched his hand out to the table sitting at the end of the couch. After grabbing it he handed it to Dennis, who tipped it to let a large pool form in his palm. He placed it back on the table, smoothed the oil over both hands then began rubbing Casey’s chest. Casey gasped; it was as if Dennis had become the oil, his hands so soaked and slippery. Streams were going in rivulets from Casey’s nipples down to his navel and the start of his groin. Dennis moved one hand between Casey’s legs and fondled the soft skin.



“I didn’t get to have you shaved. You look so good, so fresh…” he said. Casey was becoming an oily, gasping mess and it made Dennis grin. “And you still get so excitable. You were made to be a slutty little boy, weren’t you?”



“Y-Yes…”



“My, my. You DO look like pure smut right now,” Dennis remarked. When he dug his thumbnail deep into one of the pink nubs, Casey jerked and pulled in his knees. Dennis growled and forced them open again, then continued digging harder. It was starting to feel like a dagger pushing into him, at this point. “Hold still and take it, lil’ whore.”



“But that hurts--”



“Christ, all you do is whine.”



“He’s not supposed to be marked.”



Everything stopped cold. Casey and Dennis looked over to the other side of the room. Zeke was staring their way while Abe sucked his cock in awkward jerks. His eyes rolled back a moment before he cleared his throat and set his sight straight again. “Just reminding you,” he said.



One lone chuckle came from Dennis. “Um… I know this, Ezekiel.”



“Don’t worry, Zeke--” Casey went to say.



“I can see what you did from here. You break the skin, you’re out on your ass,” Zeke interrupted.



“Keep talking and you’re out on yours,” Dennis said. While still looking at Zeke, he grabbed the other nipple and twisted it. Casey yelped and bucked forward. “See? He’s fine.”



Zeke sniffed in hard then closed his eyes, leaving the argument behind. Dennis turned his attention back to Casey, leaned in and whispered, “How do you put up with that lil’ bastard? I feel for you, sharing a room with him…”



These put-downs stirred something in Casey’s gut, and it wasn’t good. “Zeke is nice to me… he’s not a bad guy,” he whispered back. He glanced Zeke’s way; it was obvious he could hear them as he watched them commiserating with a smirk on his face. “Um… anyway, we’re not here to talk about the other whores, are we?” Casey said, putting on his best smile while playing with Dennis’ shirt collar.



Dennis sighed and sat back. As the shirt was opened, he played with one of the reddened nipples again, gentler this time. But when he glanced to Zeke again, he almost growled. “What’re you smirking about?” he asked.



“I’m enjoying a blow-job,” Zeke answered immediately. Abe hummed and wrapped his hands around Zeke’s hips and ass. Sighing, Zeke pet the man’s hair. “Good boy. Good boy. Now get on all fours.”



Abe could barely contain his excitement as he turned from Zeke’s glistening, hard shaft and dropped on his hands and knees. Though Casey could only sneak a few glances, what he saw was divine--not Abe, of course. Zeke dropped to his knees, positioned… Abe cooed as he was filled. It was then that Dennis pushed Casey away to the empty side of the couch, flipped him over and mounted him. Casey’s arms and shoulders hung over the arm; they faced Zeke and Abe, something Dennis had probably meant to do. “Let me show you how a real man fucks, Zekie-boy,” he said.



‘Oh good Christ,’ Casey thought with annoyance. Seeing as Dennis couldn’t see his face, he looked to Zeke and rolled his eyes. Zeke bit his lip--he wanted to smile, Casey was sure of it. Dennis now began entering Casey’s body, using small jerks to push inside.



“How’s that feel, baby-boy? Huh?”



“Mmm… so good,” Casey lied. With what he’d had over the last week, Dennis seemed boring. Vanilla. Whatever. Casey glanced to Abe, who was overcome with lust from Zeke’s pounding.



“More! More, Sir, more!” he cried. “Oh!”



“Pathetic lil’ man,” Dennis said under his breath.



Casey cocked an eyebrow. It didn’t matter that Abe was a simpering, nerved-up bottom; Casey had more respect for him than he did Dennis, at this juncture. The man was dick-waving, and it was tiresome. He’d had to have seen Zeke’s much-more superior dick and felt like he needed to compensate.



Abe’s shoulders, arms and head were now on the floor, probably getting rug-burn on his cheek with the thrusts he was getting from behind. Casey locked his eyes on Zeke’s, who’d already been looking Casey’s way. That was when Casey realized that Zeke was going in time with Dennis--it almost felt as if Zeke was happening to him…



“You want me so bad, don’t you? Want a good fuck… and I give that t-to you…” Dennis interrupted Casey’s imagination. Casey smirked and cocked an eyebrow Zeke’s way, then dropped his hands to twiddle his thumbs out of Dennis’ sight. Zeke’s eyes widened and he looked away.



“Like g-getting fucked, Abe?” he asked in a voice quaking with held-back laughter. Casey grinned and smiled dreamily.



“YES, Sir!”



Zeke recovered and looked back to Casey. His smile sobered and his eyes went half-mast. What he did next made Casey’s head spin; that pink tongue of his, darting out to lick his lower lip, all while keeping his gaze on Casey’s face. Casey returned the action, licking around his entire mouth. Zeke sniffed hard and growled.



“Take it bitch… TAKE it!”



‘Stop ruining the fucking mood,’ Casey thought Dennis’ way. Before he could grow weary of the man and his interruptions, he saw Zeke’s speaking without sound; he made out the words he was mouthing.



Take it, Casey.



The boy shuddered hard. He couldn’t not reply…



Fuck me, Zeke.



Zeke began panting and moving faster. Abe became a squealing mess as he bucked back against Zeke. “I’m coming, Sir! I’m coming!” he yelled. Zeke snarled and looked at Casey through the tops of his eyes.



Come.



Dennis chuckled as Casey felt his orgasm tearing from his body. He probably thought it was because of him, and rightfully so. Since he couldn’t read Casey’s mind, it was okay to think about how good Zeke would feel, and that if his body and the way he fucked said anything, Casey would come over and over again being in his bed.



“There you go, baby… th-that’s it…” Dennis said; his climax arrived and he made quick, sharp bellows. Casey barely paid attention, too entranced by Zeke’s continuing to fuck the limp, groaning man underneath him. He certainly could last, probably for as long as Abe had paid for. When Abe began to get his bearings, Casey figured he’d be ready for another go, where he’d get release once more--perhaps twice. It wasn’t fair.



A few moments later, Dennis pulled out of Casey’s body and put his back to the opposite end of the couch. “I made a mess of you, didn’t I?” he said.



“Yes,” Casey absently replied.



“Let’s fix that, then.”



Casey’s eyes went wide when, once again, a tongue began laving the sore, tingling skin of his ass. Now he felt pleasure, in spades. But--once again--it wasn’t Dennis in his mind. Casey closed his eyes and began panting, picturing the warm, wet mouth as Zeke’s. His lips would be soft as they sucked, his tongue searing hot. Casey opened his eyes in slits, looked to Zeke and trembled hard.



The young man was miming Dennis’ actions. His tongue poked out just past his teeth, moving up and down, around… Casey came again, his body stimulated to the highest degree.





~*~





The water was set on cool, not lukewarm but not chilled. It soothed Casey’s body and frayed nerves; it was his first shower of the night, as the customer after Dennis, yet another John, liked things as dirty as possible. After that, Casey was ready to stand under the spray for hours.



There was at least another left, leaving room for one more ‘everything’ in the fuck-parlor or some play in the main room. After changing into fresh clothes and putting his six dollars worth of tips in his bag (the dollar coming with ‘John’), Casey headed back down the stairs. He’d reached the second floor when he was startled by a loud, sharp ringing. Casey froze and looked around; that was when Oscar and Sam sped up the stairs and ran down the hall towards one of the private rooms.



‘Oh no, oh no, oh no,’ Casey thought. The pull-chain alarm. He saw Stephen running up next; he couldn’t just simply stand there, so he rushed off towards where the men had gone.



“Casey, no! Downstairs, NOW!” Stephen bellowed. His calm and cool voice was gone. Casey stopped but didn’t move to go downstairs. As Stephen rushed past him, all he could do was stare at the opened door at the end of the hall.



“NO! No, I didn’t DO anything, what’s going on?!” came the cry from the room. The next voice was distinct, nothing but guttural moans and fragmented speech. Noah. Now there was no way Casey could head down. He was needed, he was sure of it. Knowing he could get in trouble, Casey jogged down and looked into the room.



Oscar had a man--the client, most surely, pinned on the floor with a knee to his back. Sam was trying to help, but Noah was trying to pull him away, shaking his heads and yelling loudly. Stephen was looking between them all, confused. Noah then spotted Casey and widened his eyes.



“Ca-fey…!” He then began to sign frantically; Casey got the message loud and clear.



“It was a mistake! He grabbed the chain by accident!” he cried out.



Oscar looked up from his spot on the floor and blinked wildly. “What?”



Nodding, Casey continued taking in Noah’s signing. “He’d… he’d meant to grab the bedpost, but his hand slipped. The man didn’t hurt him,” he explained further.



With clenched teeth, Sam stepped over to Oscar to help the shaken, scared-to-death client to his feet. Noah sat back on the bed; he looked stunned and shaken himself. Stephen turned away from the scene and looked at Casey. “I’d told you to go downstairs. It doesn’t matter if you were able to help. I’d given you a direct order,” he stated firmly.



“I’m… I’m sorry. I heard Noah, and just…”



“Downstairs. Now.”



Casey swallowed then left the room. He found yet another scene down at the end by the stairs, where the other boys and a few clients stood with curious but worried expressions on their faces. “Casey, what’s going on?” Danny asked.



“Is it Noah?”



“Did a john hurt ‘im?”



“Is he okay??”



Taking a deep breath, Casey shook his head. “It was an accident. He hadn’t meant to pull the chain.”



Henry narrowed his eyes. “Huh? He hadn’t meant to pull… what?”



“It’s okay. No one’s hurt--” Casey went to say, but Danny’s loud scoffing interrupted him.



“Idiot. What a fucking idiot,” he said with plenty of scorn. “He probably wanted to have the rest of the night off or something. Jackass…”



“It was a mistake, Danny. Knock it off,” Casey told him.



“Oh yea, THAT’S unexpected, you rushing to his defense. You do realize that everyone’s going to have to leave, and we’re gonna have another boring meeting for the next two hours, right?” Danny said. He turned to the men and held up his arms. “Party’s probably over, fellas.”



“Aw…” the man with his hand on Jamie’s back said. Zeke rolled his eyes.



“He’s right, Danny. Let’s calm the fuck down and go back to the parlor.”



Danny cocked an eyebrow at Zeke. “What, you too, now?”



“It could’ve happened to any one of us. Don’t make it a big, dramatic deal,” Zeke replied.



Stephen now arrived, walking the trembling client to the stairs. When he saw everyone standing around, he made a curt nod upwards. “Everyone go back to the parlor. There’s an hour left, make the best of it. Everything’s all right,” he said.



Before they could follow the order, Noah stepped out from the room, an apprehensive look on his face. Danny spotted him and scowled. “Hey! Dummy!” he yelled, then began making crude sounds and gestures. “Eh, eh, eh!”



“Stop it!” Casey shouted; he knew it could get him in trouble, but he chose to give Danny a light but insistent shove towards the stairs.



“Don’t you push me, ‘Angel-Face’!”



“BOYS!”



Stephen’s yelling made everyone come to a halt. All he did was give them a long, cold stare. It got the message across.





~*~





‘I feel so stupid. Everyone’s mad at me.’



Casey sighed and shook his head. ‘It was a mistake, that’s all. Like Zeke told Danny, it could have happened to anyone here.’



This made Noah blink and sign, ‘He said that? Zeke did?’



‘Yea. Danny mouthed off, as usual. Zeke tried setting him straight.’



‘Wow. He doesn’t usually do that,’ Noah replied with a smile. Casey shrugged.



‘He’s a nice guy underneath it all.’



Noah eyed Casey a moment, then leaned back on the wall next to his bed. After lighting a cigarette, he continued the conversation. ‘Zeke’s pretty cold, though. He must like you.’



There was a blush on Casey’s cheeks, he was sure of it. ‘Maybe. I don’t know.’



‘Sure, sure. Promise not to tell anyone?’



‘Tell… what?’ Casey blinked with curiosity. Noah smiled wide, looked from side-to-side (more for effect rather than concern that anyone would ‘overhear’ them) and said, ‘I saw him talking to Stephen this morning. It was hush-hush, but not for me.’ His grin was sly and wicked. ‘Stephen was telling him that he was thinking of moving you into my room now that Jose is gone--and Zeke told him he didn’t want that.’



“Um… what?” Casey said aloud without thinking. Noah chuckled.



‘I’m not lying. That’s what he did--this is coming from a guy who’d bitched and moaned that he had to share a room less than a week ago.’



Casey chuckled right along, having to cover his mouth to stifle the sounds. So, Zeke didn’t want him to leave, did he? Casey decided to tell secrets of his own. ‘Promise not to tell?’ he signed. Noah’s look of interest and nod allowed him to go on. ‘When Dennis was with me in the fuck-parlor, Zeke was there with Abe. Dennis was trying to show off--’

‘Oh, as always!’



The interruption made Casey laugh again, then regain his bearings to keep going. ‘We were looking right at each other, and… it was like we were fucking each other, and Abe and Dennis weren’t there.’



Noah cocked an eyebrow. Though he smiled, he shook his head. ‘Be caaaareful,’ he ‘drawled’.



‘I will, I will. But you have to admit--he is very good-looking.’



‘Like Cal?’ Noah asked. Casey paused to look at the boy; Noah sighed and signed, ‘Be careful with him, too, OK?’



Casey swallowed and shrugged. Though he wanted someone to talk to about that, he didn’t feel like he could tell… not even Noah. ‘I will be. Don’t worry.’



‘OK. So… tired,’ Noah said.



‘Yea. Let’s go to bed,’ Casey replied, then leaned forward to hug the boy. Noah hugged back; when Casey stood and went to the door, Noah clapped his hands to get his attention; he had more to sign.



‘Thanks for sticking up for me.’



‘No problem,’ Casey replied, then waved goodbye. He left the room and headed down the silent hallway. It was only five minutes until lights-out, but everyone had retired already. Casey approached his door, bit his lip then grabbed the knob. He was surprised to feel it turn; he jumped back as it was opened from the inside and came face-to-face with Zeke.



“Oh--sorry,” Zeke said.



“It’s… okay. Um, you’re going somewhere?” Casey asked.



“No. No, just…”



Casey snorted. “Dessert?” he said. Zeke blinked a few times before he smiled, leaned in and put his fingers to his lips.



“Shh.”





~*~