Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named in this story.
Warning: This story contains mention of prostitution, group sex, violence, m/m orgies
and one wild raccoon.
Summary: Xander is a male prostitute. It is his chosen occupation and he is very
happy with it. One night he takes on a group of clients with a friend and things
do not go as planned. When his friend is found murdered, homicide is called in.
Spike is a brilliant detective with OCD issues. When he is told to hide out in the
woods with the witness to protect, he gets more than he could have imagined.
ADDITIONAL WARNING: This chapter contains graphic S & P. (orgy)
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners, the story idea and for holding my
hand during the writing.
The party was in full swing.
Curly had demanded a blow job as soon as they arrived and Xander happily
complied. It was something that he knew well and it went a long way
toward allaying his fears. Joey had been right. These were just a bunch
of middle aged, closet, fag hungry business men with too much money and
an eye for pretty boys.
Glancing over, Xander could see Joey on his hands and knees sucking the
cock of one man, kneeling in front of him as the other slowly fucked him,
sliding in and out of Joey's ass. Xander watched the slick, dark, thick cock
as it moved in and out. It seemed to be happening in slow motion. It
was erotic and hypnotic. The effects of the alcohol were becoming evident
and he wavered.
"HEY! You boy! Shander, you look here."
Xander's attention snapped back to where Curly sat, stroking his renewed
erection with one hand and holding something out in his fingers with the
other. Xander took the offered item with a broad smile. He broke the popper
open and sniffed it quickly, feeling it's effects instantly snap him to a
Curly nodded and reached over to hit the button on the room's clock radio.
"That good. You good? You dance. I want to see you dance."
Xander laughed. He loved to dance. It was what he did best. Next to
fucking. And cock sucking. He rubbed his hand over his face and tried
to remember what he was thinking about but ultimately decided it didn't
matter. He had been asked to dance.
Xander glanced over to make sure his partner was still doing ok and was
again temporarily distracted by the heavily erotic sight. The man behind
was now pounding, driving his thick meat in and out of Joey's hole as the
boy arched his back, his own hard erection bobbing forgotten between
his legs. With his blow job abandoned, the front man whined and stroked
his own cock, holding the throbbing head just inches from Joey's face,
ready to squirt cum on the pale, American as apple pie, face.
"Hey! You dance!"
Xander's head snapped back around and he smiled. Holding up both forefingers,
he slurred the one phrase in Spanish he thought he knew.
"Una momento por fa vor."
He then hustled over and snatched his cowboy hat off the floor. Wearing
nothing but his tight, half unzipped jeans, he perched the hat back on his
head and he nodded that he was ready. Curly turned up the music just as
Slick sat, still naked, on the edge of the couch, gently playing with his
cock as though it were his best friend.
Within seconds, Xander had picked up the rhythm of the music and, with
his thumbs hooked in his belt loops, his hips began to sway. His bare feet
took a step closer to the foreigner as his movements picked up speed.
Xander loved to dance. It made him feel like he was on stage and even if
the audience was only one man, he didn't care. He was good and he knew it.
Blocking everything out, Xander now let loose. His hips humped, gyrated
and rolled in perfect timing to the hot spicy Latin music that filled the room.
His smooth tan stomach concaved as his cock jutted forward than pulsed
back. Every eye in the room was on him. The men fucking his friend now
used Xander for their visual stimulation as their cocks rushed toward release.
Even Joey was now humping back on the cock that plundered his sore hole,
all the time moving in perfect synchronicity to Xander.
As the beat escalated, Xander turned around and straddled Curly's legs.
He bent as the waist and humped his ass in the Columbian's face in an
erotic lap dance that had Slick cursing and shouting in a string of Spanish
explicitives that Xander could easily translate.
When the music finally ended, Curly released his own cock and grabbed
Xander by the hips. He jerked the baggy jeans off the boy's butt and
pulled him down to sit on the older man's lap before unceremoniously
shoving Xander to the floor.
"I fuck you now. Now fuck!"
Xander laughed and pulled his pants off from around his ankles. He spread
his legs and with his fist wrapped around his own cock, gave Curly a wink.
"That's right, Daddy, now we fuck."
Immediately, in a shark like feeding frenzy, all four men abandoned Joey
and piled up on Xander. They shoved him to his hands and knees, lined
up and took turns sliding their hot, painfully hard dicks in his ass. When
it wasn't their turn, they pushed between his lips, slapped against his legs
or just frantically humped their own hands. Xander relaxed and took it
like a pro.
If they had been playing musical chairs, Slick would have been the winner.
He was the one lucky enough to be buried deep in Xander's ass when his
orgasm rocked him like a bolt of electricity. The others shot wad after wad
on his face, his back, in his mouth and onto the floor. The room was bathed
in the flow and the smell of sweat and cum.
By two AM and several more rounds, the room was silent. Sleeping in heaps
where they had collapsed after 'just one more time' the effects of the
stimulating drugs had succumbed to the alcohol and no one could go on.
Xander moaned. His head was pounding and his ass felt like it had had a
freight train driven through it. He opened one eye and looked around.
Everyone else was still asleep and from the small gaps in the curtains, he
knew it was still dark out. Squinting at the clock radio, it read 3:30. His
head coaxed him to go back to sleep but his bladder screamed at him to
Quietly, muffling his groan, Xander reluctantly pulled himself to his feet and
he stumbled toward the bathroom. With his hand on the wall and his fingers
gingerly holding his sore, abused dick, Xander pissed what he estimated to be
As the urine ran, he slumped, thinking that nothing short of sex should feel
that good. When he was done, he shook off and went to the sink to wash
his hands. After, he ran the water ice cold and splashed it on his face. He
now felt much more awake and alert.
Glancing back to assure himself that they all remained asleep, Xander
decided to indulge in a bit of snooping. He peeked in all the drawers. Towels,
soap, nothing. He eased open the medicine cabinet and whistled low at
the dozens of pill bottles. Just before closing, something else caught his
eye. A small red ring box tucked behind the Pepto Bismol on the top shelf.
When he opened it up, he was dazzled by the beauty of the single diamond
stud earring. He took it out and held it in his hand. It felt heavy, expensive
and real. That's when the thought planted the seed. Should he? Did he
dare? Fuck, these guys were rich. Probably had a dozen of these.
Before Xander could check himself, he removed the cheap stud from his
ear and slid the stem of the diamond through, snapping the clip on the back.
He grinned and turned his head as he admired his reflection. He then
dropped his earring in the box and replaced it on the shelf.
When he reentered the living room, he dressed quickly, took his pay off
the coffee table and nudged Joey with his toe, whispering harshly,
"Joe! Hey! Get up! Come on, we gotta go."
Joey groaned and swatted his friend's leg.
"Go on. I'm gonna sleep for a while. I'll catch you later."
Xander hesitated, then shrugged. He stepped into his cowboy boots and
walked out the door.