Callboy
Chapter V
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"Hold still."
Noah
fidgets despite my words and adjusts the collar of his shirt. I smack
his hands away and smooth it out. I tug at the corners to smooth the
fabric and tuck it back into the hem of his pants.
The shirt
isn't his proper size; he has yet to get his first official callboy
attire that he will use to attend to his future patrons. For the time
being, this one that we're borrowing will have to do. I fold up his
sleeves, making sure he's watching and knows what I'm doing and why so
that should he have to do this again, he'll know how to do it properly.
Despite my dislike for the kid, I suppose as a professional
there is some pride in what I do and how I do it; I don't want him to
mess things up and spoil the name of callboys. ...Or perhaps my concern
is more personal than that. It's hard to say. I almost want to shudder
at the thought of actually feeling pride in this work.
Stepping
back as I finish my work, I look Noah over carefully. With a twirl of
my finger I instruct him to turn around so I can see him from all
angles. He complies and slowly turns in a full circle, letting me get a
good look at him. He's dressed in slacks that are just a size too big
for him and a button up shirt with sleeves too long for his arms. The
sleeves are folded up to his elbows and the collar is opened with the
first two buttons undone.
He has no jewelry of his own so it's
hard to spruce up his image. I don't enjoy the idea of lending out my
own since they are all gifts from the men who I serve or have served in
the past. Even if I hate them, if I ever get out of his place, I can
pawn it off for some money to help me survive along the way until I
find a steady job and life outside this caged life.
Well, even if I can't lend him any jewelry, I can spare a spritz of cologne.
"Hold your breath."
I
take one of my older bottles and spray him. Just a little here and
there; not too much. We don't want to make it seem like we're trying to
mask any other smells with the cologne. We don't want it to smell like
we bathed him in the liquid either. Just enough of a hint to please the
senses.
After that, I run my hands through his hair. It's a
horrible mess. I don't really know what to do with it. I don't have the
time or leisure to really fix it either.
"Sit."
There's
little I can do except make that horrible style look somewhat
attractive. As someone young, he might be able to pull off the "rough"
look, even as a
babae. Messy can be a seller if done right. Let's just hope that Noah can pull it off.
As
he sits on the edge of his bed, I take a little bit of product and
weave it through his hair. Just a little help to perfect that natural
look of his. Granted, I can't quite get it perfect myself, but it's
enough to pass and so long as he doesn't touch it too much it'll still
look presentable and less like a rat's nest.
Sighing, I wash my
hands and roll my sleeves back down. I, too, am dressed and prepared
for tonight's little... well, I'm not actually sure what to call it.
Perhaps there is no proper label for it. I don't want to label it
anyway. Giving it name made it that much worse.
I shake my
head and glance at my watch on one wrist. Mistress was kind enough to
allow me this time off to get Noah ready, but even so the time is
restricted and short. We have less than two minutes to finish up.
Checking
to make sure I have Uriel's gift on my other wrist, I return to the
bedroom where Noah is waiting, staring down at his shoes. Even his
shoes are borrowed. That will change soon, though, when he finally gets
the money to buy his own things or else receive gifts from other
patrons.
Watching him from the side, I can tell he's terribly
nervous. I can't remember if I was ever that nervous when I prepared my
first night with another man. I might have been. But then again, maybe
not. I can't say.
"Noah."
Noah looks up at me with those wide eyes of his and does a poor job in hiding his feelings. "
Ate... I d-don't... W-what am I s-su-supposed... I c-ca-ca---"
"You
can, and you
will,"
I cut him off before he can continue. "There's no other way around it.
Either it was going to happen now or later. You might as well learn now
what it means to be in this business while the chance is being given to
you. Compared to some others I have had to service, this patron you'll
be meeting tonight is kind. To have him look over your initiation will
be beneficial. You will be treated gently."
Or so I believe. I'm
not quite sure. I hope so. Should Uriel traumatize Noah this first time
around, I will have to live with that. Lord above knows I have no skill
in caring for traumatized callboys, especially not young roommates like
Noah. I have enough trouble taking care of myself; I don't have the
energy or patience to look after someone else who might or might not be
worse off than me.
"I..."
Noah looks at me helplessly
and stares silently until there is a knock on the door. It's time. Even
if he had something to say, he can't say it now. I beckon him to his
feet just as a Caretaker opens the door and pokes his head in from the
other side.
"It's time."
I nod and glance back at Noah.
He remains glued to the mattress of his bed. He looks scared of
stepping out of the room. I can't have that. We can't afford to waste
our time here. I snatch his arm and pull him to his feet. Even if he
can't stand it, even if he doesn't have the guts to go through with it,
he can't escape from tonight's engagement. If unless he'd rather risk
countless hours of lashing, I would rather meet Uriel and bear
countless hours of fucking.
Yes, I know, the choices aren't so
different from each other. Especially not for someone who doesn't want
to do either. Yet when those two options are your only two, what can
you do? You pick the one that won't permanently scar you. You pick the
one that at least you can heal from quicker. You pick the one that
won't threaten your early death.
"Let's go," I tell Noah,
casting him a stern look before towing him out of the room. My hand
slips down to his wrist, not wanting to risk him running down the halls
and escaping just because of some jitters.
Did he think he was
the only one who didn't get nervous sometimes? Bull. But he'll learn to
control those urges whether he likes it or not.
The Caretaker
leads us to our designated room. I notice it's one of the suites. Uriel
must have spent quite a bit on tonight's events. The Caretaker knocks
on the door and opens the door for us. I push Noah before me, walking
just behind him as we enter.
With my hand on his shoulder I can feel him tremble. I should feel sympathetic but I'm not. I can't bring myself to be so kind.
As
the door closes behind us, I look across the room to see Uriel at the
window side table drinking with another man. This... isn't exactly what
I expect but then again I didn't really know what to expect in the
first place. But if this other man is worth any notice, and I dare say
he is, then... I have a feeling I know what's going to happen tonight.
Uriel looks over in our direction and smiles behind his glass. "Speak of the devil."
I
offer up a smile of my own, immediately getting down to business. There
is a role to be played as Uriel's whore and I fill it to the extent he
wants me to. "You were talking about us? I'm flattered."
Uriel
sets down his glass and stands up. He approaches us; I release Noah
briefly to step to the side and embrace Uriel. He kisses my cheek and
caresses the other with his hand. I smile coyly at him and return the
kiss, my lips lingering against his skin before drawing back.
"This
is the boy I told you about," I say and put Noah between us, as if I'm
introducing my younger brother or child to an old friend. It's far from
the truth.
Uriel looks down at Noah, the boy smaller than him.
"He looks like a little kitten," he chuckles and takes Noah's chin in
hand. My grip upon Noah's shoulder tightens ever so slightly, a warning
to dissuade him from trying to make any fishy movements like jerk away.
Thankfully, he doesn't. But he doesn't stop trembling like a
leaf. Uriel finds this amusing and turns Noah's face one way, then the
other before releasing him and looking back at me. I smile at him as he
half turns to gesture at the other man who still sits by the table,
drinking.
"And this, my star, is the special 'something'
I told
you about."
The
man turns his attention on us and looks at me. His eyes are... they're
hard to describe. I can't quite tell what sort of man he is just by
looking at him. I can't tell if he's anything like Uriel or Tony or
Aldrich, or if he's completely different from them all. I don't know
yet how to act around him so I just keep up my act for Uriel.
"It's a pleasure."
The
man nods and tips back his drink before getting up and coming to stand
by Uriel. Uriel claps a hand on his shoulder in a friendly gesture.
"Aurel Comiskey. He'll be helping in today's lessons for...?"
"Noah,"
I say, filling in the blanks. I lightly wrap my arms around Noah's
shoulders and lightly rest my chin atop his head. He's just short
enough for me to do so, though I know in the next few years that will
change. He's in his puberty stages, after all; soon enough he'll fill
out and become the proper shape he's supposed to be.
Hopefully I won't be around to see that day come.
"Noah, right. Anyway, he'll be handling him."
I
smile and nod, then lean down to whisper low in Noah's ear, "Don't
screw up." I can't deny Uriel's request, even if I want to. The best I
can do is hope Aurel doesn't traumatize Noah and make life hell for me
as his roommate.
With a little nudge, I direct Noah toward him. "Take good care of him," I say with a sweet smile.
Uriel
laughs lightly and comes to my side. "Don't worry. He'll be fine." He
wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. I respond by snaking my
hands under his jacket and up his chest. "You should worry about
yourself."
"Oh no," I give a look of mock fright and pretend to push Uriel away from me. "What am I going to do?"
Uriel
directs me back against the bed, stopping just as my knees hit the side
of the mattress. "Nothing. You can't do anything except let me take
you." He kisses me on my lips, my cheeks, my ear, my jaw, my neck...
trailing further down.
My attention is split, between
listening for Noah's voice and his responses, and servicing Uriel like
I should be doing. As Uriel sucks on my skin, I tilt my head to the
side to glance over in Noah's direction. They have yet to do anything
particularly intimate; Aurel merely touches Noah's face and arms slowly
as if to gauge his reaction.
Noah is indeed like a kitten,
frightened and awkward. He doesn't know what to do and it shows on his
face and the way he squirms a little at each touch. I can only wonder
if that will change by the end of the night.
As Uriel draws my
attention back to him, I hastily help him out of his clothes as he
takes off mine. My hands have long since become swift and professional
in undressing another person as well as redressing them. If we lived in
such an era, I could have been a good butler or maybe even tailor.
I
purr while Uriel kisses me and maps my body with his hands. His
movements are slow and leisured, as if he wants to take his time and
memorize every contour and curve. I let him do as he pleases, finding
no reason to stop him. (Even if I had the desire.)
As he wraps
his hand around my cock and strokes it, my breath quickens ever so
slightly and I squirm a little under his touch. "Don't you think it
would be erotic," he starts out slowly and glances over at Aurel and
Noah.
I follow his gaze, though I pretend I'm too engrossed with
his actions to really pay attention to what's going on around me. Aurel
has his arms around Noah, the boy facing away from him, with his hands
snaking down the boy's front, settling on his pants. Noah, no doubt, is
shaking and nervous, the boy's eyes wandering everywhere except on the
hands themselves.
When they land on mine, they seem to
silently plead for help, as if I can save him from his position. As if.
I wish. But then again, I would sooner ask for my own salvation than
his own. That is the way of the world and the predicament of people
such as us who are no more than scum in society's eyes.
"Think
what?" Aurel prompts without looking at Uriel. He seems to not care
about actually looking at the man while he speaks, as if his attention
is solely on the boy before him, watching his every move.
Uriel,
on the other hand, has no problem being distracted, his actions still
continuing despite his attention being diverted elsewhere. I am much
the same, moving toward my patron with the nimbleness of a cat and the
seductiveness of a siren, drawing him closer to me and pawing him like
something pathetically needy.
"If they had to watch each
other," the man continued. "What better way for the boy to learn than
by watching Kahoku, his senior, in action?"
I don't really like
the way that Uriel speaks as if I'm not in the room. As if I'm too
stupid to understand what he's saying, even though I know he thinks
otherwise. Yet his attitude toward the whole matter is a little...
well, degrading on my person, as if I don't already have enough issues
as it without that tacked on.
I want to slap him across the
mouth. Or maybe punch him. Yes, punching would be very satisfying. But
I can't do it. These damn restraints on my body and soul keep me from
acting as I please. If unspeakable punishment did not lay waiting on
the sidelines for me should I act on these impulses, I would certainly
not be as well behaved as I am right now.
Never.
"And I'm sure that my precious star would love the idea of having an audience, wouldn't you, Kahoku?"
As
Uriel finally turns his head toward me, I drape my arms around his neck
and smile coyly. "You're so naughty," I purred and wove a hand through
his hair then down his shoulder. "You just want to get me all hot and
bothered, don't you?"
Uriel smirked. "You know me too well." He
pulls back, bringing me up with him so that we're sitting atop the bed,
smack dab in the center. I nestle in his lap, grinding my hips against
his crotch and wrapping my legs around him.
In truth, I
don't
want an audience. It's disgusting. This isn't the first time I've had
more than one person to please at the same time, but this
is
the first time I've had to do it with another callboy working with me.
Granted, Noah isn't really working, he's just... getting his feet wet,
I suppose. I wouldn't really call this a proper initiation into the
business but then again everyone was different and I myself was
something of a special occasion when I first served another man.
I still remember it well. But I won't go into detail right now. It'll just worsen my mood.
"Of
course! You take care of me so much, how can I not pay a little
attention to you?" I say and hold up my wrist where the bracelet he
gave me dangles and the diamond glitters in the light.
Uriel
chuckles and shifts a little so that my back is mostly facing the other
two. I don't bother to look back though I can already tell they're
watching. Noah, even if he doesn't want to, is probably being forced to
watch. I bet Aurel has his hand down the boy's pants already as he,
too, stares at me with those unusual eyes of his.
I might end up with burn marks in the back of my head by the time tonight finishes if he keeps looking at me like that.
A
hand slips down my back and hooks under my thigh. I raise up onto my
knees and feel another hand slip between my cheeks. With my arms still
draped around Uriel's neck, I arch my back a little, sticking my ass
out as I know he wants me to. I know, without him even saying anything,
that I'm going to be made an example of. I will be the model that Noah
will use to learn from.
I hate the very idea of it...
But
instead of showing my ire, I moan and turn my head a little to let the
others see my profile while Uriel pampers and prepares me for what is
to come next. As if pleasing just one person isn't enough already, it's
terrible and humiliating to actually have an audience. And no, this
isn't just having other people in the room who are busy and too into
each other to care what you're doing. No, this is having more than one
pair of eyes staring at you and watching every little thing you do.
The necessity of acting becomes more apparent now than ever because of these additional gazes upon your person.
As
Uriel plays with me, exposing every inch, every expression, every moan
and scream and whatever the fuck kind of noise I make---there are too
many to count or care about enough to realize---I put on the best
performance I can manage that I know that not only Uriel will eat up
like a starving wolf, but will show Noah just what it means to be not
just a callboy but a
babae callboy.
He will know that he would've been better of as a
lalaki instead. The customers there were less finicky than here. Being a
babae, he'll see, is much more humiliating and strenuous than a
lalaki. And, like Addy once said, he should've just bore with it to being with or else he wouldn't have been here.
Now he's stuck being like me. Being fucked and fucked and fucked and
fucked by men like Uriel and Aldrich and Tony and everyone else I've ever served who care more about themselves than you.
Uriel
pushes me onto the bed and takes me like that, giving the others a far
too good view of what I look like and the state I'm in. Aurel brings
Noah close, sitting them on the edge of the bed. He's petting and
stroking the boy with his pants caught at his knees, exposed and
gripped in Aurel's large hand, drawing him closer to climax with every
passing moment as the boy watches Uriel take me and forces me to give
in to the sensation of sex.
During it all, I can feel all their
eyes on me. Like I'm put on display, they watch me and drink in every
little thing I do. I should be ashamed. And maybe I am. But there is
one gaze that distracts me from fully recognizing that I should be
feeling humiliated and disgusted. It is the gaze of Aurel.
More than once my eyes catches his and he makes me uncomfortable. His
is possibly the first person to have ever made me feel this sort of
discomfort before. It isn't like the type of uncomfortable feeling that
I get from Tony, nor any other patron of his kind that make my skin
crawl and anxious about our sessions together. Rather, it's completely
different.
I can't bring myself to keep eye contact with him for long, which makes
my gaze wander over to Noah who seems caught between releasing his own
orgasm thanks to Aurel's skilled (or so I assume; maybe it could just
be Noah's own inexperience) and being petrified with shock and wonder
by the things I do and must do.
When I can't look at him any longer, I merely look at Uriel or the
ceiling over our heads as I have often done before. I even close my
eyes and pretend I'm elsewhere, in someone else's arms who might
actually love me for who I am and not just because I'm a good lay or
because I'm a whore.
It's the very image I need to reach true climax, gripping tightly at
Uriel's biceps as I arc and moan. Uriel releases himself inside me and
gives me a moment to shudder at the feeling of being filled so fully
before he pulls out and I remain there against the bed, panting quietly
but heavily.
With my eyes closed, I can only hear as Aurel brings Noah to his own
peak and pushes him over the edge. The bed trembles with his shaking
and I can feel the sheets shift underneath me. I open my eyes to see
him bent over himself, riding out the waves of his orgasm. This might
be the first time he's been given a hand job by a man before. If it
shocks him, I'm not surprised.
I have the thought to be kind to him, but my thoughts are disjointed
and my body tired. My eyes catch once more the gaze of Aurel who looks
at me from over Noah's shoulder, his gaze indiscernible and strange. He
makes me shiver and look away. I pretend I'm too tired to do more than
cover my face with my arm.
Thankfully, I suppose, Uriel takes this as a sign to pause our
activities and let me rest. I shift, curl up next to him, my head in
his lap, and let him pet me as I feign sleep. I can't quite get myself
to sleep, though, so I just stare mindlessly across the room and just
try to relax.
It takes some time before I finally start to drift and by then, Aurel
is giving Noah another lesson. I should pay attention, but I find no
need to. Halfheartedly watching, pretending I actually care, I let
Uriel lull me to sleep, for once in a long time sleeping in the arms of
my patron in the same bed without cleaning up or returning to my room.
It's strange. Quite odd, actually. But I suppose I'm just too tired to
do anything about it. And I have too little care to see through the
rest of Noah's solo act with Aurel. My eyes close shut and my
consciousness fade.
When it returns, it's already morning and all four of us are squished
together in the same bed. At my back is Uriel and to my front is Noah.
Just behind him is Aurel who, like Uriel with me, has his arm draped
around Noah's waist.
Everyone is asleep, their eyes closed. I am the only one awake.
That is, until Aurel's eyes suddenly open and catches my gaze with his own.