Day 265 - Friday, September 12th

[papalobo]

[A Chinese man who is definitely a mature adult and not a teenager checks in to the Hyatt, one of their more exclusive rooms, along with his half-white half brother who is also certainly not a teenager and most definitely not the notorious gang leader wanted on suspicion of a September 11th New York City bombing in retaliation for an angry rogue sect of anti-American zealots.

The entire suite floor has been rented out, and it requires a special key card in the elevator and on the stairs to enter that floor. But they can rent one of the still very luxe rooms directly beneath.

A familiar white limo is in the car garage, though the opportunity to gawk or investigate is slim, between the security cameras and live guards.

There's still no contact from Max, but the Department of Homeland Security has become involved, and has begun to enter Ash's territory with intent to arrest any known figures within his gang to bring in for questioning.]

Day 284, Wednesday, Oct 1st

Comments

[jadedlynx]

[ He'll react to each pinch. If it becomes painful enough, he'll even surge him to try and get him off.

Then he gets it. The guys wants that. So, Ash gives it to him. The faster he gets off, the sooner it's finished.]

What's it like?

[ Ash forces himself to speak, acid in his voice. ]

Knowing you're so pathetic this is the only way you get laid?

[papalobo]

[His laugh shakes, a rumble through his body Ash can feel with each thrust, with the heavy weight over him.]

Like I'm gettin' paid by the hour to do somethin' people paid my yearly salary to do.

[jadedlynx]

Sorry.

[ Another grunt of pain. It does hurt even with the blood as lubricant. ]

The price dropped when..uhnnn..puberty hit.

[papalobo]

Hng... But I can remember what you looked like enough back then. Maybe I should get the boys in here, have us do this while watching some of your old movies?

[And he wants it to hurt. He knows how to make it hurt.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Another outcry. It's a sensitive spot and now, it's torn. ]

So you're a child fucker too? Most... Ah! Most pathetic guys... are!

[papalobo]

Guess that includes you. Should I say you confessed to carrying on the family business?

[jadedlynx]

I wouldn't... I wouldn't... Touch a kid, you bastard!

[papalobo]

[Having found a topic that rouses him, he thrusts faster, harder, breathes harder, working on getting himself to finish in earnest.]

It's what your millions were made on. Your ass and asses like yours. That's why nobody's comin' to your rescue.

[jadedlynx]

[ Just finished. Playing the whore means a lot of things and right now, it means playing up the fight so the man can finish, and Ash can crawl into bed. Feeling the increased pace, he gasps again in pain, hands curling to find some sort of release. ]

Fucking... bastard... Ah...

[ His body twitches. The guy will finish soon. ]

[papalobo]

And I bet you think I'm gonna leave evidence inside. [ Thrust. ] I bet you think you'll luck out of this one too. [ Thrust. ] But even you, hot shot, are just a fuckhole at the end of the day.

[He pulls out just before he finishes, onto Ash's back.]

NNgh... Love my job...

[jadedlynx]

[ Blood runs down his leg and now, the thick, white, disgusting finish mars his back. He isn't safe here, but he should be safe from this, but even that is a ridiculous thought. Any place where there's a power imbalance, they'll be abused.

His lower back hurts, but Ash tries to stand now that the weight is off of him. ]

[papalobo]

[The man shoves Ash back into his chair, moving around the table and sitting down, lighting up a cigarette before tossing Ash a greasy handkerchief.]

Clean yourself off.

[jadedlynx]

[ It's a harsh move for an abused backside and earns a flinch. ]

It's on my back, and my hands are in cuffs.

[papalobo]

[He smirks and pats his lap.]

Then, time to come get over my knee, Boy.

[jadedlynx]

[ With the frown etched into his face, he pushes further into the seat and away from him. ]

Just leave already.

[ Ash wants to be alone. ]

[papalobo]

Feel any more like talking? I'm not going 'till you wipe it up.

[jadedlynx]

I've already told you everything there's to tell!

[ His hands slap the table. ]

You got everything you wanted when you came in here so get the hell out!

[papalobo]

[He continues smoking his cigar, grinning through the smoke at him.]

What's the hurry? This's your life now, you know.

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash isn't going to have a conversation with him. Instead, knowing he likes the fight, green eyes stare at the wall behind him. ]

[papalobo]

[Several long minutes pass, luxuriously smoking. But eventually, he gets up, heads over, prepared to push him over the table to clean him himself.]

[jadedlynx]

[ His voice catches again as he moves to push away from him. ]

I told you not to touch me!

[papalobo]

[That earns a raw smirk.]

Threatenin' to get me worked up all over again.

[jadedlynx]

[ Steeling his face, he stands and turns his back to him. ]

Just clean it off already.

[papalobo]

[The cloth runs over his backside, his thighs, his back. When finshed, it snaps once, like a locker room teasing.]

Good boy.

[jadedlynx]

[ The 'locker room' move reminds him again of Max. Reminds him of why they would want to make someone like Max submit.

Ash returns to his seat. Silent. The man will get bored of him if he's silent. ]