Led into Darkness
The first in a ten-part series.
Night time. Pure darkness and equally pure silence. Nothing but the rhythmic thrum of the light post above resonates out through the quiet cold of the city.
He leaned up against the cement street-post, trailing his eyes over the curvature of the light, simply moving his brown eyes back and fourth from the light to where the curve meets the long concrete column.
He stuck his hands into his pockets. The only thing normal about this dragon was the fact that he wore a t-shirt--but even then, it wasn't normal. It had no logo. It was simply a black, slightly cut-up shirt that rested on his young, fourteen-year-old body.
He wasn't too much of a powerful wingless red dragon. He was rather skinny--hardly any muscle on his figure. Maybe in his arms, but doubtful. If you took off his shirt (which many did), then you would see his smooth scales lacking any rounded definition by muscles or by copious amounts of fat. What little fat he had, however, was reserved for his cute, round face.
He wore something a tad more suggestive past the waist.
Below his waist he wore a pair of black cut-off jean-shorts, which were further cut to his upper thighs, stopping immediately at the region where his crotch met his thighs. Under these he wore a pair of leg-warmers that were crosshatched in the form of a fishnet. He wore no shoes. He had bare, red feet, whose toes were thrumming on the cold crème concrete. Waiting, apparently.
Fifteen minutes passed. He curled his tail around the base of the light pole. He watched as the moon crawled slower than a snail in the time that had passed. A distant humming cut the air, making the young dragon curiously turn his head to see lights coming. He smiled weakly. He turned his whole body and pushed himself off the lightpost, watching as the dual lights of the car in the distance made its way more and more toward him.
The spheres grew and then went sideways as the car slowed to a stop at the curb in front of the dragon. It was a slightly lowered jet-black PT Cruiser. The tinted window rolled down, and after it did, out came the face of an equally black kangaroo.
The 'roo smiled at the dragon, the fur on his chin wiggling about a little bit from the effect of the grin. The black one's dark brown eyes traveled up and down the dragon boy's figure, and then his head crawled back into the car.
The sound of a metallic snap sounded out. A lock was lifted.
"So you're the new guy. Hop in the car. We gotta talk."
The young dragon boy smiled, then almost with a sort of skip, made his way to the car. He jauntily opened the door, then crawled in, fastening his seatbelt. The car sped off, and the window was rolled up by the man in black.
The mysterious black kangaroo was wearing a red-and-black newsie cap, a leather jacket, and a pair of Dickies black slacks. I guess his favorite color is black, the dragon thought.
"Alright," the 'roo began, "we gotta talk fast, since my house is only a few blocks from here. You're lucky you live so damn close to me."
He had a pretty deep voice as he spoke, his eyes never leaving the road, gloved fingers clutching at the wheel. The engine rumbled on, going up in volume and then suddenly stopping, as if going down the end of an enlarged saw tooth.
"First of all--" the black kangaroo pulled out a cell phone and threw it into the dragon's lap. Caught off guard, the young boy made a sound of surprise, failing at catching the phone. It was black as well.
"--your phone. It has my number and any other numbers you call if you need help. Doctors, rides, and even muscle. I can't come to collect money from a stiff at all times, so if I don't respond in that case, call a muscle." He then blinked, then bashed the wheel with his left palm. "Shit! There's a code system on there to tell you which is which, and I left the fuckin' codes at home. God damn it." He paused. "Whatever, when we get back, I'll go into the details of the codes.
"Your phone number is 818 555 6172. It's stored in your settings. Just press star-pound-two, and bam, you get your phone number. There's also a two-way radio feature, but fuck that, I don't use that.
"You can use this phone for personal use, I don't care. There's a fixed amount I pay every month, so it's not like you have to worry about me screaming down your neck for long distance charges or something. You listening to me?"
"Yes, sorry, just watching the scenery."
"Scenery?" The 'roo laughed. "It's a bunch of god damn trees planted in the god damn concrete. But now we're getting off-topic.
"You set your own rates. Think of what you think is fair. Most of the time people set their rates per hour, but you can also do it in general. If you're comfortable with it or turned on or something, you could charge $200. Squeemish, $400. Absolutely fucking not, $800 or higher if it's really that bad. Flat rates or hourly rates--either way, I get thirty percent."
"Thirty?"
"Yes, thirty. That's slightly less than thirty-five and slightly more than twenty-five." He laughed at his own stupid little joke. As they rolled up to a stop sign, he turned his head to look at the red creature in his passenger seat. He smiled, then brought his black, gloved hand to caress the boy's chin.
"Jesus, you're fuckin' adorable and hot at the same time. You're perfect. You could probably go for twice the rates I suggested earlier. What's your name, anyway?"
"Oh. Tim."
"Even got a cute name, too. Jesus, you're a gift, you know that?"
The boy giggled softly, his cheeks turning slightly redder from the compliment. The 'roo smiled back, then rolled past the stop sign. A block later, they were slowly pulling into the driveway of a two-story house--three including a secret basement beneath. But, on the outside were two levels. It was white. It was akin to a suburbanite style of architecture regardless of the fact that it was in the middle of a city. The grass was cut, the trees were trimmed, and the flowers were blooming vividly alongside the brick pathway.
The humming stopped as the ignition was cut. The 'roo leaned over and kissed the boy's chubby cheeks.
"Come inside. On top of getting those codes, I have a feeling you're completely unexperienced in all of this. In everything related. Come inside." He hopped out of the car, slammed the door, and made his way toward the house.
The boy turned his head and watched as his now-established pimp walked up the brick pathway, his black tail almost silhouetted to his body from the dead of the night and the idle light of the moon. He sat in the car for a few moments until the dark silhouette of his boss turned to look at him.
"What? You cold? Get out of the fuckin' car and come inside!"
Tim broke from the hypnosis of knowing that his life was different from this point forward, then opened the door, crawled out of the car, and closed it. The second he did, the kangaroo pulled out his keys and clicked toward the car. In a quick display of light and sound, the car honked and all its lights went on briefly before they all came to a close. This made the boy jump a bit. This once again made the black one laugh.
"You've never seen a car lock before? Do you even live here?" He shook his head in humor and made his way to the door. He pulled out the right key and unlocked the door. "Now come in."
The kangaroo padded inside and held the door open for the boy, who soon stepped in. He looked up. He saw the ceiling reached up to the top of the second story in this room--there was no ceiling to stop the view of the roof above. Hovering right over him was a beautiful, glimmering chandelier. It shined brighter when the 'roo closed the door and turned on the light that directly fed to the glorious display of crystal. Brighter panels of vertically-stretched hexagons flooded the room, criss-crossing over one another. Such a beautiful display.
Tim's thoughts were cut off, his eyes going a bit wide as he felt the kangaroo behind him, wrap his arms around him. A harder blush found his cheeks, as he looked up at his agent, gazing at him curiously. The man in black just stared down at him with a smile, then kissed his cute red snout.
"The codes are up stairs. Conveniently, that's where our little journey ends as well." He gave the dragon a squeeze and gave a slow kiss to the top of his red forehead. The blush strengthened.
This would be a rite of passage for the boy. On top of never managing to do anything with a girl, this would be his first time doing it with a guy. And he wasn't really interested. He was pretty much forced into doing this. No company would hire him--he was too small, too short, or too young. He was never qualified. He was in financial trouble, and he had really no choice but to do this. Lucky for him his contacts included this seemingly nice kangaroo.
"I've got to teach you some things, hot stuff." He reached down and groped the boy's short-short crotch, causing the boy to eep in surprise and blush even harder--his cheeks turning crimson. "Make your way up the stairs." He nodded, then slowly made his way toward the spiral staircase, making sure to hold onto the rail, to walk slowly. He had a little sense of regret to going into this.
The kangaroo slowly circled to the entrance of the staircase, watching as the boy wiggled his way upwards toward the bedroom. He canted his head to the left side, inspecting Tim's backside. He smiled warmly, focusing on how the tight shorts contoured his pert--and soon to be very, very nubile--young bottom. People paid well for a tight little rump like his. And he got the luck of the draw to break him in tonight.
The dragon looked at the double doors in front of him now, right at the top of the stairs. He heard the soft pitter-patter of the footsteps of his dark elder. He looked down at him, and at that instant, he saw him behind him.
"Well go ahead," he said softly to the boy, the 'roo slowly wrapping his arms around him, groping at Tim's thighs again. The red one shuddered and leaned back into the embrace, still blushing hard. "Open the door. You'll come to know this sooner or later, anyhow."
The boy gulped. He slowly let out his red talons, the fingers slightly shivering. They grasped the round knob, turned it, and pushed the whole door forward.
Inside was an enormous room--almost the size of a ballroom! A room fit for a king. There was an enormous California King sized bed, covered in purple satin sheets which glimmered in the soft, pale moonlight which came in through the round window, covered in a crossed frame. Drawers and speakers decorated the room--more drawers than speakers. A large big screen T.V. sat directly in front of the violet delight, sitting dead in the room.
"It's great," Tim said softly, just taking in the sights of the room.
"Mmmm. I'm glad you like it. Now take off your clothes." He reached back and slapped the boy's rump just a little. A tad suggestive, but a tad affectionate as well.
Tim made another sound of surprise, stepping forward a bit, turning back to the 'roo with a bit of a noncommittal gaze. The 'roo sighed and grabbed his shoulder.
"You're not going to make any goddamn money for me or for yourself if you don't take off your clothes for people. Strip!"
The boy blushed and nodded, making his way over in front of the bed. He understood the concept of strippers before, but he was a horrible dancer. So instead of dancing to whatever music was around--that is, none--he simply took off his clothes. He started with his black, logoless shirt. The speed of the strip was very, very slow, but to Tim's luck, it turned the 'roo on. (He could easily tell the boy was an amateur, but he was enjoying himself anyhow.)
Then, the black shirt slipped off the red dragon's body, exposing his under-toned figure. It was almost flat. There was a little bit of shape to the boy, but overall, there wasn't. He was smooth.
An erection was slowly growing in the 'roos pants, expanding at almost an exponential rate. He turned to the door and closed it, latching it, and even locking it. This was instinctive. He knew no one would enter the house, but it was just a safety measure. He turned back to face the boy, who was then sliding off his shorts.
"Wait," the 'roo said softly. The boy stopped. "Don't take off those fishnets on your legs. I really like those." The boy blushed again, then nodded, and unbuttoned his shorts. With a soft blush, he slid them down off his thighs, trying his best to keep the fishnets on.
He accomplished all this, and exposed... nothing. He was not erect, however, but his crotch was wide out in the open, his young testicles still somewhat clinging to his body, not yet dropped far from the nest. His sheath didn't contain too hefty a package either--but this would all be perfect anyhow. The fishnets clung to his upper-upper thighs, thick rings of black elastic fabric hugging his scaled hips.
"God," the 'roo said, shaking his head. "Amazing. You have no idea how much of a profit you're going to be for me and for yourself." Quickly, the man in black stripped himself of his clothing--except for his gloves.
In manners of toned figure, the kangaroo had the boy beat six fold. A perfect six pack clung to his black furred belly, toned pecs puffing out from his chest, strong muscles spiraling down his arms. In the same manner of his arms, he had the same twisting muscles on his inner thighs, leading to his strong legs. But the real meat of the picture of such a perfectly night-shade black kangaroo was the fact that above all else, he was perfectly hung. Eight inches long, two inches thick, rounded as a perfect circle with a perfect head. It jutted from his sheath, pink, and ready, dripping and shimmering in the moonlight.
The man in black made his way over to the purple bed, slowly taking a seat on it. He sprawled out and groaned with content, his length throbbing in the air.
"Now come give me a blowjob, Tim. I'll teach you what to do and what not to do, so don't worry about not pleasing me or anything." The 'roo smirked.
The boy winced a little bit, but slowly made his way over to his mentor, kneeling slowly in front of him, gazing at the pink tool throbbing in front of him. The black kangaroo stared down at the boy, watching him with a look of uncertainty. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked down at the child.
"You'll grow to love it. Hell, if worse comes to worse, you better damn well grow to at least get used to it. Now just wrap your lips around the tip and suck for now. Later I'll give you techniques and stuff as to really get a guy off nice and fast and with the most pleasure possible... but I want to break you in tonight. Just make sure you get as much saliva on my dick as possible."
The boy just stared up at the black 'roo with wide, curious eyes, then gazed back down at the pink flesh before him. He gulped a little, about to venture into the unknown, then opened his gullet, and took the pinkness into his mouth. He made his way as far down as he can, then grunted, pulling back just a little. Half of it rested in his warm draconic maw.
The studly kangaroo slowly rolled his head back and groaned with delight. No teeth, no bobbing, no tongue--it was the first suck. The first powerful suck that only a virgin to cocksucking can give. And it was wonderful.
"Mmmm, just like that," he softly instructed with his eyes closed tight, "and make sure that you drool a lot around it."
The boy nodded and, while suckling, let the juices of his jaws flow down the sides and over the length of the cock in front of him. Droplets of saliva slid down the pink shaft, coating each and every side. He kept his lips tight around the flesh, suckling hard on it like he would a sucker candy, as if he were taking it from a straw.
The flavor of the pre was horrendous to him. So was the musky flavor of the cock half-way in his muzzle. He didn't like it for now, so he assumed he would simply grow to get used to it, just like the boss says. He kept suckling on this hard rod for a few moments longer until the 'roo pulled him off.
"Boy you got my dick all nice and shiny. It looks like plastic in the light! Damn, imagine what you'll be able to do when I'm finished teaching you everything."
That crimson blush returned to the dragon's cheeks. He hid himself between the black thighs of his mentor, but was quickly picked up by that same gloved hand.
"Now get up on the bed on your hands and knees and lift your tail as high as you possibly can."
He scrambled up, knowing that if he opposed at this point, he'd be forced into it anyway. He made his way over to the bed, and hopped up on it. He turned so that his rump was facing the 'roo, then presented himself, tail lifted high, rump in the air. The cross of light shone over his back, the vertical axis shining over his shoulders, horizontal crawling down his back all the way to his tail, tip resting on his head.
"Such a tight little bottom. Such a beautiful little ass," the kangaroo eagerly said, scrambling toward the boy. He realized, unfortunately, for the time being, he could not take him fast instantly, the way he loved to fuck. He quickly crawled over him, then placed his strong, gloved paws on the boy's scaled shoulders, pinning him to the bed.
"This will hurt, but you're going to have to suck it up. The more pain you feel, the less time it'll take for you to get stretched out." Tim just weakly nodded. No turning back now anyhow.
The 'roo smiled, then slowly leaned down and kissed at the boy's neck. "You are a gift from God, Tim. You're going to make me profit, you're beautiful, and you're going to be a damn pleasing whore to have around." He nipped softly over the boy's neck. Feelings of displeasure left Tim. He didn't want this, but he had to do it. It was the only way.
Tim gasped when he felt the tip of his pimp's dick at his tight, puckered entrance. Instinctively, he tensed up--especially when he felt that pink spear push forward a little bit.
"Relax," the 'roo commanded. "Relax, or it will hurt more."
The boy nodded. And when the man in black felt the boy relax, he slid himself in. The boy yelped and squealed in pain, clutching at the bed with his not-so-strong talons. He dug into the purple satin, his rumphole squeezing tightly around the thick roo dick pushing into his body. This caused the kangaroo to simply moan out loudly, the vice of an entrance wrapped so tightly around his member just bringing him more pleasure.
"I told you it was going to hurt. I'm not going to stop. You need this," he said softly into the boy's cheek, letting inch by inch of his perfect dick slowly sink into Tim's bottom.
It was long, long until the man in black finally bottomed out in the boy, who was making attempts to thrash under the 'roo. He shushed him, then began to slowly pull out. The pain was very, very slowly beginning to subside, the boy's anus strengthening at the thickness inside of him. However, the pain never left.
"In a few moments," he warned, "I'm going to fuck you like a regular fur would. This will also hurt. After a while, it'll stop hurting, and you'll probably learn to like it." Already, the kangaroo was panting softly. All that tight squeezing the boy's virgin anus was working at his length was just sending him off into another world.
He pulled his tip all the way out, then slid it slowly back in--though at twice the speed as before. The boy groaned out in pain again, the sensation coming back to him once more, but fortunately not as strong. He felt the strong grip on his shoulders strengthen, knowing now that the 'roo was preparing to pick up speed. And he did.
"Fuck, Tim," he panted, "they're gonna love you." He began to move at a more pleasing speed, had the boy been broken in previously. Faster and faster the pace went, faster and faster each time did the black kangaroo slide himself all the way to the hilt inside the tight nubile young dragon boy beneath him, letting his balls rest against his taint each time he hilted. He kneaded into the boy's shoulders, just purely enjoying the electric sensations his cock was getting each time it made that wet slurp inside of him.
The feelings Tim was getting were bittersweet. On one hand, each time the 'roo hilted, he felt a great feeling of pleasure, the sensation of his prostate being stimulated. On the other hand, he was stretched out too far, and the searing pain he was getting from that feeling was not helping him feel any pleasure from this. It was odd. He hated the flavor of dick, and did not like doing anything with guys, but the feeling of having his prostate stimulated was pure bliss. Maybe he could find something pleasing about his new job after all.
His thoughts were somewhat yanked from him, as without warning, the kangaroo growled and begin to slap his bottom with his hips with a powerful force. Akin to the strength of a porn-star's strokes, the black 'roo began pounding into the sex toy of a boy. The dragon shrieked and lifted his body, attempting to escape. This was muffled by the strong jaws of the kangaroo coming down on his neck and pinning him to the bed.
"No!" he growled in a possessive manner, "I am not finished! You are not ready!"
The boy just lay there, defeated, waiting for the 'roo to finish.
Slap after loud slap resonated throughout the room. If the kangaroo had sweat glands, his whole body would be dripping. His thick balls slapped harder and harder against the scaled rump of the new product beneath him. The force was so strong that it brought a slight pain to the 'roo's sac.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" the kangaroo yelled into the boy's neck, and then with all the force of his thighs, he hilted inside the boy, shooting with a gun-like force every drop of seed he had in his balls. He panted heavily, slowly unhinging his jaw and groaning with delight, arching it as round after round of thick semen shot into the depths of the boy's rear.
When the after-glow finished, the kangaroo slowly lowered his head and nuzzled the boy.
"Rule number one," he said softly with a pant, "never, ever try to escape from a customer unless your well-being is in danger. It is incredibly rude to not let them get off.
"Rule number two, do as your partner says, again, unless your well-being is in danger. You are there to please him--he is not necessarily there to please you.
"Rule number three, do not mock your customer.
"Rule number four, you will only ask for money after the deed is done. As--oh, shit, I forgot to show you the codes. Whatever, I'll show you tomorrow. Ask me or a muscle if someone is being a dick about payment.
"Rule number five, if I call you, you come to me immediately. If you are with a customer, you come to me immediately after.
"Do you understand all of these, Tim?"
With the pain finally subsided, he panted and nodded.
The black 'roo smiled softly. "Good. I'm going to keep these rules strictly to you, so I hope you remember all of them. Over the next few weeks or so, I'm going to be training you to be the best god damn whore you could ever be. I'm going to train your ass to be strong and tight and nice and stretchable, and I'm going to teach that young little tongue how to suck a dick. Understand?"
"Y-yes," he said softly, his head pressed flush to the bed.
The black one smiled and kissed his boy's cheek again. "Good to hear. Now we go to sleep." He slowly wrapped his arms around the boy's midsection, then pulled him to his body. He clung to him and gently rolled him onto his side.
"We're going to be doing this in various positions, three times a day. Every time a different position, in a different area. I'm going to make sure that you get as much pleasure out of this as your customer, even though sometimes they won't want you to feel pleasure, but in those cases, I'll be teaching you how to feign pain. Understand?"
Tim nodded softly.
"Good. Goodnight, Tim. Tomorrow begins your training."
The boy smiled softly--though with a sense of defeat. He was going to be a gay underage prostitute for as long as he could. Until he could get a job or anything like that, in order to aid his financial troubles, he had to do this.
He sighed softly and closed his eyes, a little pained, but bittersweetly comforted in the fact that he would soon be out of his financial troubles.