A man named John...

“This is just between us... you know I wont tell a soul. I really do enjoy a young guy like you, you have a talent that most women just don't have.” The older guys mumbles as he thrusts his hips forward, as if trying to **** more of his thick cock into your throat. His fat hands running through your hair and squeezing gently as he begins to cum. With a loud groan, he fills your mouth with his sticky seed, the taste of it almost as sweet as his pre-cum had been. Swallowing it all as the car rocks back and forth, you continue to service his dick until he is finished.

As Mr. family man zips up his trousers and hands you the remaining "Keep the change... and if you want to do it again... just call me." He says before rolling up the window and driving off, leaving you standing there in the alley holding the cash and feeling like you just sold out. You stand there in that alley, feeling like your life has just hit a new low... until you realize that there are more men like Mr. family man out there. Men who are willing to pay for this. With that realization, you quickly shove the money in your pocket and head off into the night, thinking about what you might do to earn more of this easy cash. And how you might be able to make it so that men would be willing to pay for more than just a blowjob... maybe even let them fuck you. You feel your cock start to stir again at the thought, and you know you'll do whatever it takes to earn this kind of money.

You continue to wander the dark, cold streets, contemplating your recent encounter. The $60 you earned seems like a small victory, but the unsettling nature of the act weighs heavily on your mind. You know that if you pursue this path further, it could lead you down a dark and dangerous road. However, the thought of earning more money and exploring your own desires is tempting. You spot a well-lit diner across the street and decide to go in for some warmth and a moment of respite from the chilly night.

Back out on the street, you notice a well-dressed man sitting in a car nearby, observing you. Walking over you lean down and thrust your head in threw his open window, looking down for sighs he might be a cop. The man introduces himself as John, a successful businessman looking for an exciting experience.

He whispers that he's looking for a naughty little hustler like you, and is looking to hiring you for a unique service. Curiosity piqued, you listen intently as he explains his desire to explore a specific fantasy that involves a younger man like yourself. John assures you that he is willing to pay generously for this experience and that discretion is of utmost importance.

You carefully consider John's proposal. The thought of earning a significant amount of money for fulfilling this fantasy is enticing, and the thrill of exploring new experiences adds to your curiosity. You also can't shake off the feeling that you're in control of this situation, which gives you a sense of power and confidence. Finally, you nod in agreement to John's offer. You arrange a discreet meeting at a luxurious hotel, where he assures you that all his fantasies will be satisfied. As you prepare for this encounter, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and a touch of apprehension. However, the prospect of the easy money and the thrill of fulfilling this fantasy keeps you moving forward.

Feeling the cold hands roam across his body "W-What do you w-want me t-to d-do? S-Sir." You stuttered nervously, trying not to flinch away from the touch. A cruel smile spread across the older man's face as he continued to explore every inch of your slender form. His grip tightened around one of your nipples, twisting it roughly before letting go with a chuckle.

"Oh, there are so many things we can try tonight," he purred, leaning in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "But first, let's get something straight - this isn't about what you want or enjoy. It's solely about my pleasure." He ran his tongue along your neck, causing you to shiver violently under the unexpected sensation.

With another sadistic grin, the old man pushed you onto your back on the bed and began undressing himself quickly. Once naked, he climbed atop you, positioning himself between your legs. Without any foreplay and only the smallest lube, he thrust into your ass hard and fast, causing tears to well up in the your eyes from both pain and humiliation.

As the older man continues to **** himself upon you, the pain and humiliation becomes overwhelming. You struggle beneath him, trying to push him away or escape his grip. But his strength overpowers yours, and each thrust sends sharp pain radiating through your body.

In that moment, you realize that this is not what you signed up for. You had hoped to maintain some control over your experiences and boundaries, but now it seems that they have been completely disregarded. A sense of desperation washes over you as you think about how to end this nightmare.

Finally, you manage to catch your breath and muster the courage to speak up. "S-Stop... please," you **** out, trying to push him away once more. To your surprise, the man pulls out of you and stops his ****.

He looks down at you with a smug expression, clearly not satisfied with your pleas but also acknowledging your resistance. "I'll give you a choice," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "You can either take it like a good little whore and let me continue, or I'll pay you half the agreed amount and leave you here in this room." Tears stream down your face as you consider your options. On one hand, enduring more pain and humiliation seems like an unbearable prospect.

But on the other hand, accepting another form of degradation by agreeing to be paid less feels just as terrible. You feel trapped between two equally horrifying choices - both leaving you feeling violated and powerless. In that moment, all you want is for someone to save you from this hellish situation. As much as you hate the idea of continuing, you know deep down that choosing to leave would only lead to further degradation and exploitation elsewhere. With heavy heart, you make your decision.

"Fine…" You say through gritted teeth, wiping away your tears. "Continue." The older man smiles cruelly and resumes his attack, driving himself back into you without any regard for your well-being. Your body screams in protest, each thrust causing new waves of agony to wash over you. Despite everything, however, there is still a small part of you that clings onto hope - hoping that somehow, some way, things will change for the better.