Scum - Part 1 (Patreon)

Short 2 or 3 parter here. Honestly I just want to see how much I can get you guys to hate a main character 😂

Trigger warnings: BDSM, this story aint for everyone!

Being rich had it's benefits, but being handsome and rich was a fortunate gift that I had been blessed with. 

The truth was that I didn't need to do this, I did it because it made my cock hard, I did it because I wanted to do it, and I did it because I could. 

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up" I said down the phone, and sat back, waiting. 

"And you" I snarled at the young man whose underwear was wrapped tightly around his ankles as he groaned and struggled against the handcuffs. "You keep quiet".

I sipped my beer, it wouldn't be long now. 

The football match had become boring quickly, and I changed the channel to something more fitting. I wasn't much of a porn type of guy, but it seemed appropriate tonight. 

A whimper alerted me to the fact that the half naked nineteen-year-old that was chained to my radiator with his t-shirt pulled over the back of his neck, and layers of masking tap covering his face, had pissed himself. 

"Oh well aren't you just a dumb fuck" I sighed, standing up and walking over to him. 

"Look at the mess you've made!" 

His hairless cock lay between his skinny legs on the wet wooden floor, I pushed my trainer down and felt it squish beneath it. 

He groaned and yelped, but my cum rag was firmly embedded in his throat, so very little noise actually escaped. 

"Bold Dog!" I spat, reaching for the vicious cane and landing a stripe across the sole of his foot. 

He pulled his leg away, breathing rapidly and I smiled. He could marinate in his piss for a while, it would do him no harm. 

The darkness outside was broken only by the passing cars and I watched, excited at how the next few hours might go. 

"You're getting a friend tonight, Dog" I said to him "are you excited?" 

He groaned again. 

Dog was a regular, and had been since he was just eighteen-years-old, and full of youthful innocence. Now, he was a depraved sex toy who existed only for my pleasure, and my pleasure alone. 

His parents kicked him out when he became addicted to crack, and finding an eager homeless boy had always been at the top of my bucket list. Sure, I still fed him his fix, but I fed him everything else too. 

"Here we go" I snarled as the driveway lit up. 

This was my second attempt, with the first ending in a report. The police, whilst disgusted, could see that I was doing nothing wrong, legally anyway. 

I checked myself in the mirror. At twenty-nine, I was still terribly handsome, but effort needed to be made, even for the straight ones. The bell rang as I combed back my dark hair and opened the door. 

"Hey" 

My heart jumped as I studied him. Holy fuck, he was gorgeous. 

"Sup bro" I nodded, flexing my bulging muscles in my tank top. 

"It's twenty-three fifty" the young Dominos delivery boy sighed, and I knew right then, that this was the one. 

"Sweet" I nodded, and pulled out my bulging wallet. 

I caught him eyeing it, and noticed the sweep of jealousy in his cute blue eyes. 

"What do I get for a fifty?" I smirked, dropping the anchor. 

"Uh..." The young man began calculating in his mind, before sighing. 

"I don't know dude" he groaned "like twenty-six dollars and some change". 

I laughed to myself at his naivety. 

"How old are you?" I asked the tired looking teen. 

"Eighteen" he shrugged "why?" 

"Do you make much doing this?" 

He scoffed and lifted his dirty white sneaker, which was torn down the side. 

"If I did, do you think I'd be wearing these?" He said, and his misery was evident. 

"What do you think of my ones?" I asked, gloating as his eyes widened. 

"Holy fucking shit dude" he gasped, "are those Kruger Dunks?" 

"You know your shoes" I smirked "yeah, and they only cost me thirty k" 

His jaw dropped as he looked back at me. He was probably the most handsome eighteen-year-old I'd ever laid eyes on, and I knew immediately that I needed him. 

"Only?" He laughed "I knew you were rich by the cars" he said, nodding back toward my drive "but holy shit".  

"You can kiss them if you like" I shrugged and his expression changed. 

"What?" He snapped, taking a step back. 

"Only if you want" I told him, grabbing the pizza from his hands. 

"Nah bro" he replied, looking at me as though I was some kind of weirdo "that's twenty-three fifty". 

His voice was shaky and nervous. 

I held out a fifty, and as he reached for it, I let it fall to the ground. He stared at me, and I knew that the little patience he had for me, this job, and potentially his entire life, was dwindling. 

He shook his head and sighed. 

"Nice man, really nice" he said, as he bent down and swiped the money up. 

As the cute eighteen-year-old crouched before me, I dropped a second bill and watched as it danced to the ground beside him. 

He looked at it, then up to me as a third one rained down on him. 

"One kiss" I said simply "and I can drop as many of these as you'd like". 

There it was. The split second flash of consideration. It wouldn't happen tonight, I knew that much, but it would happen. 

He grabbed the bills and stood up, holding out his trembling hand. 

"Keep em'" I smirked and slammed the door in his face.