Ivygate - Part 1

Hey folks, I wanted to share the first part of Ivygate with you. It's just a taster for now, and won't start up properly until Roman finishes, but it will introduce you to the main character anyway! Enjoy :)

All characters are 18+

There was nothing glamorous about it, despite what the movies would have you believe. It was, on the outside, a very normal looking evening. Two men, appearing as though they could quite easily be father and son, having some wine, eating some food, and engaging in some back and forth chit chat.

Nobody, except of course the two gentlemen and an eagle eyed bar tender who had spotted the older man doing the same thing every night this week, could have any idea that the seemingly innocent encounter was far more depraved than it looked.

Noah Allen swallowed down the last of his wine. It was easy to tell that his ID was fake, but nobody ever bothered to question him about it. He was eighteen now, and it wasn’t worth the hassle for barmen or women to interrogate him. Besides, he’d been around the block enough times that he was quite gifted in his ability to pull the wool over anybodies eyes, including the oaf in front of him.

“Are you in a hurry or something?” The man asked. According to the agency, his name was Frank and he was a fifty two year old business man. He looked every second of it.

“We’ve only got an hour left” Noah informed him, but he would have much preferred to spend that hour sitting in the restaurant under the watchful eye of the barman who had been keeping tabs on Frank.

“I’m paying for this” he said sternly, “so we’ll go when I say we go”.

He didn’t argue. He’d met enough men to be able to tell who was a threat and who wasn’t, and whilst Frank seemed like a typical rich asshole, there was more chance of him having a heart attack than there was of doing anything even remotely dangerous. Noah poured a water and sat back.

“You said you’re in college?” Frank asked, sliding a chicken wing into his mouth and sucking the meat off it loudly. “What do you do?”

“English”

“English? What use is English. Don’t you speak the damn thing?”

The teenager rolled his eyes, but waited until Frank’s attention was back on his chicken wing. “I want to be a writer” he said, and the man laughed wetly.

“A writer? Who the fuck is gonna’ hire a writer?”

“You’d be surprised” Noah continued, “I know one guy who’s doing pretty well”.

The conversation quickly changed course, just like it always did. Some of the nicer men acted a little more interested, but the truth was, none of them cared about Noah and what he did. They didn’t care what he was doing in college or what he wanted to do when he finished. They didn’t care that he made up a different major, a different job and a different name every single time he met a new person. The only thing they cared about was how he looked naked, and Frank seemed to be gearing up to get to that part.

“You don’t have AIDS or anything, right?” He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I have a wife, so I need to be careful”.

“How many times have you called the agency this week?” Noah replied casually, sipping, “four, was it?”

Frank’s brow lowered and he glared.

“What business is that of yours?”

Noah shrugged. “Just saying” he smiled, “there’s more of a chance that you’ll give me a disease, not the other way around”.

“Un-fucking-likely” he scoffed, wiping his forehead with the same napkin. “So what’s a kid like you doing fucking strange men, then?”.

As used to these men as Noah was, he’d never get over how utterly insolent they were.

“I told you already” he said, and now he was eager to get up to the room, “I have to pay for college”.

Frank surveyed him as he finished off his own wine. He didn’t believe the boy, but Noah didn’t particularly care, either.

“Alright” he said, belching, “let’s get you naked”.

His eyes sparkled with some sort of sick amusement as he threw down a couple of hundreds and grinned like an excited rodent. Noah slid his chair back, caught sight of the barman who nodded as if to say do you need any help? And he shook his head before following Frank toward the elevator.

They stood side by side as that irritating music played until Frank began rubbing himself through his black pants. Noah pretended he hadn’t noticed for a minute until the man nudged him.

“Go on” he said, “start working for your money”.

“Not until we’re in the room” he replied curtly, it was part of the rules that Frank had agreed to when he signed up to the agency.

“Well aren’t you a fucking prude” he growled, and shoved Noah when the doors opened. “You better be worth it”.

Noah didn’t reply. He had never had a single complaint when it came to his work in the bedroom. All of his complaints were due to his attitude outside the bedroom.

It was cold and dark. It was quite easy to tell that the room had been used for nothing more than sleeping and sex. The stench of dick hung in the place, and condom wrappers lined the sides of the bed.

“Looks like you’ve been busy” he smirked, eyeing a used rubber hanging over the headboard.

“Am I paying you to be a smart ass?” Frank snapped, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, “just get naked and shut it”.

He didn’t have to be asked twice. He checked his watch first, ensuring that the timer was set to exactly nine o’ clock, and began to undress as Frank watched him hungrily from behind.

“I bet you work out” the man said, sliding his large tongue across his chapped bottom lip, “I can tell just by looking at the sexy little rump”.

Rump? Noah shook his head because he knew the man’s eyes were stuck on other parts of his body. He stripped out of his own shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pulled down his pants. When he stood, Frank was already naked and pumping his hand up and down a small cock beneath his protruding stomach.

“I wanna smell them” he said, as Noah lowered his underwear, “hope they’re nice and ripe”.

He threw his boxer briefs to the man, and watched as he inhaled so hard, Noah was sure they’d be sucked into his throat. He grimaced slightly when Frank’s tongue slathered the fabric in saliva.

“I love the taste of boy pussy” he grunted, his greasy cock swelling, “let me see it”.

Noah was a very handsome young man. He was eternally thankful for that fact, too, and wasn’t even slightly big headed about it. His looks were his only means of money, and having that tender twink body, with a nicely formed ass and a decent sized cock meant that he was one of the more popular young men on the agency website.

He turned his back, grabbed his plump ass cheeks, and spread them apart to reveal his hairless, pink hole. Frank moaned into his underwear.

Other than his body, Noah had been blessed with good genes in other areas, too. His mother was a very pretty woman, and his father had been known as The Bronzed Bull, given his skin type and for another fact that Noah didn’t like to think about.

His hair had been blond for most of his childhood, but in recent years, it had turned slightly darker. He kept it short at the sides, a little messy on top, and everyone who had ever met him appeared to like it.

His skin was the same colour as his father’s, and the only marks were the two little dimples that appeared when he’d laugh. Needless to say, his clients very rarely saw them.

“Come on” Frank barked, beckoning him forward, “start sucking”.

There was a time not so long ago when Noah would have felt physically repulsed by the idea of sucking a cock that belonged to a man like Frank. He was the epitome of hideousness, and that was without taking into account his looks. Noah wasn’t very hung up on looks. His high school crush had been a guy that wasn’t conventionally attractive, but who had been the kindest soul he’d ever known. His heart still swelled every time he thought about him.

He took the man into his mouth and listened as he groaned and gasped above. If he had nothing else to be thankful for, at least his cock was clean. He sucked on it like it was the most delicious ice lolly on the planet. When it came to men like Frank, Noah’s trick was quite simple. He’d do his best work in an attempt to make them cum quickly, and nine times out of ten, they’d send him on his way before their time was up.

He took all four inches, pretended to gag to make Frank feel better about his small cock, and moaned a little for added effect. He slid his tongue around his wet helmet, tasting the saltiness from his pre-fuck, and stifled a gag.

Frank sat back and his breathing became heavier as the young expert sucked him. His hand found the lad’s hair, and took a grasp of it, using his head how he pleased. Noah hated the feeling, but he ignored it and continued.

Ten minutes went by. Usually by now, he’d managed to get them to orgasm, but Frank was proving more difficult. He sped up, slowed down, used more tongue, used less tongue, he did everything he could think of to make the man cum, but after twenty minutes, there was still no sign of his nut.

“Alright” he grunted, getting to his feet before Noah could get off his cock, “bend over that bed, I’m gonna fuck you raw”.

“No you’re not” he protested, but the man was already shoving him backwards. “It’s in the contract, no bareback”.

“Do you think I give a fuck what’s in the contract?” He scoffed, “now bend over and open that pussy!”

Frank grabbed him by the arm and swung him around so hard he lost his footing. It took the large man less than a second before he was pressing all his weight down on the slender teen, and Noah felt the cock push against him.

“Get the fuck off me!” He snarled, squirming as Frank tried to pin him down.

“Stop being such a fucking bitch!” He hissed, desperately trying to guide his cock into him, “I fucking paid for this!”.

As Noah felt his ass being spread, he brought his heel up quickly, and connected perfectly with Frank’s full sack. The man wheezed instantly, grasped his junk and staggered back onto the chair that he’d been sitting on a moment prior.

“You dumb little cunt!” He spat, his face turning purple as the pain kicked in.

Noah was already pulling his clothes back on. He felt stupid for not realising that Frank was actually one of the dangerous ones. If he’d known, he would have had a much safer plan.

“No bareback” he repeated, shoving his foot into his sneaker, “you’ve rented enough of us to know that by now”.

As he marched toward the door, his heart racing and his face red, Frank bellowed at him.

“I’m leaving you a one star review you snotty little shit!”

Without another word, Noah left the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He hailed a taxi outside the hotel, and just as he was getting into it, the barman hurried out and stopped him.

“Are you alright, man?” He asked, a look of genuine concern on his face, “that creep has been bringing guys up to his room all week, and you’re not the first person to run out in a hurry”.

“I’m fine” Noah said, trying to sound polite, “it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before”.

He sat inside and made his journey home. He hated getting taxis, unless the client ordered them for him, because they ate into the measly amount of money that he made on the job. When he finally got home, he thanked the driver and tipped him.

“Mom?” He called, kicking off his shoes and shoving a chewing gum in his mouth as he walked through the cold, dark hallway.

He found her on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket with his little brother Finn curled up beside her. He watched them as they slept, and took out the cash that he’d ensured he’d gotten from Frank’s wallet whilst the man had been busy inhaling his underwear.

“It’s only one hundred tonight” he whispered to himself, leaving it on the table next to her, “sorry”.

She never asked for a cent. She never asked for anything. His mom was the strongest, bravest person he knew, but he was old enough now to realise that they weren’t just poor, they were broke.

The eviction letters were always just a day away. That’s what it felt like, anyway. In the last year alone, Noah had lost count of how many times the letters arrived, giving them thirty days to move out. His mom always managed to get the money just in the nick of time, and Noah didn’t question her on how.

Just the same, now that Noah was of age, she didn’t question him, either. Part of him was sure that she prayed that he was selling drugs, but they both knew the real answer. Perhaps it ran in the family.

He hated his life. The only two people in the world that kept him here were sleeping downstairs because his mom’s bedroom was riddled with damp, and he and his little brother shared a cramped, single bedroom.

Noah would do anything in his power to change the way things were, but he was quickly beginning to understand that life wasn’t just unfair, it was completely fucking miserable.

As he fell asleep that night, he did so with the image of Frank in his mind. How had someone so disgusting and cruel become so wealthy? With even a month’s worth of that man’s wages, Noah and his family would be off the breadline for the first time in years. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. But there was nothing he could do about that except get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow was another day, and he’d already been booked for the night.