ANGEL: When Angels Cry

by CJ Bishop

  “Hey,” Byrd snorted when Angel entered the kitchen. “How ‘bout we turn on some music and you can do a little dance for us while you cook?” The three of them laughed. “Breakfast and a show.”

  “Fuck.” Wade chuckled and shook his head, lighting up a cigarette. He took a long drag and let the smoke out slowly. “Get this, the little dancing fairy brought home three hundred bucks last night. Can you believe it?”

  “Nice.” Byrd grinned then smacked Angel’s ass, making him jump and frown hard at the man. “Who’d have thought this little ass could be so profitable?”

  “That’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Wade pointed two fingers at Byrd, his cigarette pinched between them. “Wait till he starts getting the private customers. Those rich, horny bastards will pay a shit load to unload in that tight little ass.”

  Tendrils of nausea weaved through Angel’s intestines. Dancing was one thing, even private dancing. But he wasn‘t a dancer, not really. That was just his cover. Wade hadn’t sent him into the Phoenix club to be a stripper–but to be a hooker. He’d heard some of the other boys talking about the offers made to them for sex, though few accepted the offers, or at least didn’t admit to accepting them. Angel was sure some did. Some of the offers were astronomical–at least in Angel’s book.

  “Well, it is an awful cute ass.” Byrd smirked and grabbed Angel’s ass, squeezing hard.

  He jerked away from him. “If you want food.” He mumbled, brow tight. “Leave me alone.”

  “He’s just fucking with you.” Axel chided. “Don’t be such a little bitch baby.”

  “Yeah.” Wade smacked him in the small of the back with the back of his hand, hard. “He’s our guest. Show him some respect.”

  Byrd twisted in his chair and leaned back, legs spread loosely. He grabbed his own crotch and grinned. “Or you could just blow me some respect.” When Angel glanced at him, his heavy eyes were thick with lust as they crawled all over his body. “I have cash in my pocket.”

  “Yeah?” Wade perked up. “How much?”

  The man shrugged. “Enough for a little cock slobbering.”

  “You really enjoy that?” Axel grimaced. “Having a guy suck your cock?”

  “Hey.” Byrd’s hand snapped out and slapped Axel in the back of the head. “Don’t knock it till you try it, dumb ass. Besides, like I always say–Angel here is more like a girl anyway.”

  “Yeah, so keep your fucking mouth shut.” Wade sneered. “You open it again, and maybe I’ll make you suck his cock.”

  Byrd chuckled and winked at him.

  “Fuck you.” Axel muttered low.

  Byrd winked again. “Maybe.” He smirked. “But you would have to pay me for that one.”

  Mumbling coldly, Axel finally clammed up, his face screwed up in anger and annoyance.

  Angel tried to shut out their sickening conversation and focus on the eggs frying in the pan so they didn’t burn or overcook at all. Wade got pissed if his eggs weren’t fixed just right.

  “Speaking of cute asses,” Byrd quipped. “Where’s Maddy?” Angel stiffened, heart pounding. “Isn’t it about time you started making a few bucks off him as well? I bet he’s got a nice little velvet mouth on him.” He winked at Wade. “I could test him out for you.”

  “You’re not gonna fucking touch him.” Angel flared, turning on the man with fiery eyes.

  “Mmm.” Byrd smiled wryly. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

  Angel backed off, unnerved by the way the man’s crotch instantly hardened and swelled. “Just…stay away from him.”

  “You look real threatening.” Axel ventured. “Standing there with that spatula in your hand.” The other guys laughed and Axel relaxed, no longer the odd man out.

  After serving the three men their food, Angel fixed a plate for Maddy and headed out of the kitchen.

  “Whoa.” Wade set down his fork. “Where are you going with that?”

  “It’s for Maddy.” Angel said quietly.

  “What? He’s some fucking princess that he has to have breakfast in bed?” Wade shook his head and jabbed his fork at Angel. “He can bring his lazy ass out here to the table and eat. It’s bad enough I have to support his useless ass, he doesn’t need to be pampered as well.”

  Walking back to the table, Angel set the plate down. He licked his lips slowly. “Actually…I wanted to talk to you about that. I mean, about Maddy making some money.”

  Byrd smirked. “He can make money off me right now.”

  Swallowing thickly, Angel kept his focus on Wade. “What if…Maddy could get a job? Like down at one of the corner markets or something. Then he would be bringing in some cash.” When Wade looked at him doubtfully, Angel hurried on. “He wouldn’t say anything to anyone about our private business. It would give him something to do, and bring in extra money.”

  Wade went back to eating then finally mumbled, “I’ll think about it.”

  Nodding, Angel went to wake up Maddy. The boy wasn’t thrilled about eating in the kitchen, but the news that Wade might let him get a job brightened his spirits a little. He ate his breakfast in silence, avoiding Byrd’s eyes at all costs.

  Finishing his food, Byrd left the table and dumped his plate in the sink then leaned against the counter and wiped his mouth. He looked at Angel. “Now that I’ve had my meal…I think I’m ready for dessert.”

  Angel hadn’t eaten–precisely for this reason. He‘d known that the moment Byrd mentioned a blow job, he was serious. And he didn’t want a full stomach when he went down on the guy.

  Without looking up from his plate, Wade held up his hand and snapped his fingers. Byrd produced two twenties and a ten and stuffed them into Wade’s fist, then stepped over and gripped the back of Angel’s neck, walking him out of the kitchen. Maddy’s fork hovered, trembling, above his plate, a sudden wet glint to his eyes. Angel wondered if the boy was old enough now to understand that all that Angel suffered through–was to keep Maddy safe and untouched.

  ***

  “What do you mean he panicked?” Dane spoke low, tight. “What happened? Did Ricky—”

  “Ricky didn’t do anything.” Cole cut him off right quick. “They were doing fine and then Angel just…I don’t know…he just panicked.”

  Dane dragged his hand slowly over his mouth, eyes hard. “Did he say why?”

  “He said he didn’t know why.” Cole told him.

  Rubbing his eyes, Dane sighed. “Maybe he’s just not cut out for this.”

  “Or,” Cole raised a slow eyebrow. “Maybe you should step up and show him the way. Ricky’s good, but you’re older, you have more experience, and…” He shrugged and smiled. “Angel wants to dance with you.”

  Dane leaned on the bar and cocked his head. “And just when did he say that?”

  “He doesn’t have to say it, dumb ass.” Cole slugged his shoulder lightly. “The boy is gone on you. But if you keep running away, one day you’re gonna turn around and realize he isn’t chasing anymore, that he isn’t even there anymore.” He gripped Dane’s shoulder. “Boys come and go through here. So…give Angel a reason to stay.”

  “You’re just a regular Dr. Phil aren’t you?”

  Cole grinned. “Personally, I prefer to liken myself to Oprah.”

  ***

  “Strip.” Byrd said when he closed the bedroom door.

  Angel stared at him. “What?” he asked thickly, heart beginning to thump hard at his ribs.

  “Take your clothes off.” Byrd leaned against the door and casually unfastened his pants. He’d never made Angel strip down before.

  “Why?” he whispered unsteadily.

  “Because I said so.” He shoved his pants down and kicked them off, then peeled off his shirt. His forceful erection strained against the crotch of his briefs. “I paid fifty bucks for you. You’ll fucking do what I say.”

  Angel had always feared Byrd more than he had either Wade or Axel. He slowly undressed until he was standing before the man in his shorts.

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��Take it all off.”

  His throat tight, Angel slid his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. He avoided Byrd’s eyes as the guy looked him over. A low–mmm–drifted out of him and he removed his briefs. He walked over to Angel’s bed and laid down on the mattress, legs spread, tucking his arms under his head. “Well, what’re you waiting for?”

  Angel hesitated then knelt on the bed between his legs. The man’s cock stood erect, stiff as a rod, veins swollen and snaking up his shaft. He wasn’t huge, but had a good eight inches to him and was quite thick–which made him difficult to suck.

  Clear juice bubbled from his cock head and Angel closed his eyes and lowered his mouth onto him. By now, he knew how Byrd wanted it. He liked Angel to suck the head first, using his tongue to tease the sensitive areas until his balls began to ache, and then he would shove all the way in and fuck his mouth until he unloaded.

  “You know what, Angel baby?” He groaned. “I have yet to meet a woman who can suck cock like you can.” He squeezed Angel’s hair in his fists and groaned louder as Angel tightened his lips around the crown of his cock and sucked harder, his hands sliding up and down the shaft. “Oh fuck, boy…” he panted. “If I had the cash, I’d just buy you from Wade.”

  Leaning forward, Byrd rubbed his hands down Angel’s back then grabbed his ass, working his firm cheeks with his fingers as he pushed his cock deeper into Angel’s mouth. “Fuck, boy, you have one fucking sexy ass.” His breath staggered and he placed a hand on the back of Angel’s head and moved him up and down on his dick as he massaged his ass with his other hand. “Oh fuck yes…yes…”

  In an unexpected move, he pulled Angel off him and turned him around. “What’re you doing?” Angel trembled.

  Byrd pushed him forward onto hands and knees then knelt behind him. “What do you think?” he panted then spread Angel’s ass cheeks and spit into his crack. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

  Before Angel could beg him to use a condom, the man’s cock was shoving into him. Angel gasped and gripped the sleeping bag in his fists as the man’s thickness forced inside him. He knew not to resist or fight him, it would only make it worse.

  “Oh Fuck yes!” Byrd gasped sharp then bumped at him hard, driving his cock in deeper and tearing a cry from Angel. The man’s fingers gouged into his slim hips as he thrust into him with more vigor, his pelvis smacking his ass cheeks. “Oh my god! Oh fuck! This is so much better than any pussy I ever had. Fuck!”

  An ache veined down through Angel’s arms as he strained to hold himself up against Byrd’s hard, urgent fucking. When the man got wilder, more forceful, Angel dropped down to his elbows, his head ducked between his arms, choking on his cries. Byrd shoved him all the way down and went at him almost frantically. The guy had no doubt had his fantasies about fucking another guy, but Angel suspected this might his first time actually going through with it, for he seemed to have no control.

  “Fuck-fuck-fuck!” Byrd panted and grunted, his strong, damp, hot body crushing Angel against the mattress as he bounced his cock balls deep into his ass, again and again. When the orgasm gripped him, his thrusts turned shorter, more erratic, disjointed as his breath broke and fell out of him in shuddered grunts and gasps, his hips humping wildly against Angel’s ass cheeks. A strangled wail tore up his throat when he blew his wad. He kept on fucking him, unloading more and more cum inside him.

  When he was finally empty, he lay against Angel’s back, hot breath blasting Angel’s damp skin. “Oh that was so worth the fifty bucks.” He panted hard. “You can be sure this is where I’m going to be spending my hard earned money from now on.”

  Angel buried his face in his arms, biting his lip to suppress the sobs as hot tears seeped into the sleeping bag. Was there no end to his living hell?

  Chapter Eleven

  Serenity

  God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change…courage to change the things I can, Horatio stared down into his wine glass, “And wisdom to know the difference.”

  “That’s from the Serenity prayer.” Horatio glanced up from the bed where he lounged naked beneath the silk sheet, and gazed at the young man emerging from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His youthful body glistened with droplets of water, his black hair wet and glossy, slightly messed from being towel dried. He smiled and his emerald eyes seemed to glow with life. “My mom taught that to me and my younger brother when we were kids.”

  Horatio had found him on the beaches of Cancun, vacationing with some college buddies. When he’d passed him during a stroll down the beach, it had been like stepping back in time and meeting Max’s younger self face to face; ebony black hair, green eyes, body of the gods. At first glance, Horatio had determined to admire the young man from a distance, but when he’d turned to watch him walk on down the sand–the guy was looking back at him as well. An exchange of smiles, an introduction and shake of hands, and the next thing he knew–the kid was on top of him in his hotel room, riding him into sexual bliss.

  The kid flopped on the bed beside him and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. “This room must cost a mint.”

  Horatio shrugged and sipped his wine. “All I have is money.” He murmured. “Might as well live in luxury.”

  “I take it you travel a lot.”

  Sighing, Horatio nodded and raised the glass to his lips yet again. “As much as I possibly can. I spend more time in my private jet than I do on the ground.”

  “Private jet?” The guy twisted onto his side and propped on his elbow. “No shit? You have your own jet?”

  “Yeah.” Horatio chuckled at his wonderment. It was easy to forget that the things he took for granted were luxuries far beyond the reach of the average human being.

  “Wow.” Seth shook his head and turned onto his back again, laughing low. “Your life must be amazing.”

  Swirling his glass slowly, Horatio whispered, “It should be.”

  “I can’t imagine flying on a private jet.”

  Horatio looked at him. “Would you like to?”

  “What?” Seth asked.

  “Fly on my jet.”

  He sat up and cocked his eyebrows. “Are you serious?”

  Smiling, Horatio leaned over and kissed him softly. “I am.”

  Seth licked the kiss from his lips. “I’m here with my friends.” He said, somewhat dejectedly. “We planned this trip together. I guess I would be a shit to walk out on them.”

  “Fuck, bring them along.”

  An uncertain smile curved the boy’s lips. “For real?”

  Horatio shrugged. “Sure, why not?” he smiled. “I’ll take you anywhere in the world you and your friends want to go. All-expense paid trip.”

  “Why…would you do that?” Seth asked, puzzled.

  “I told you, all I have is money, and time.” He gazed at the kid. “I don’t have anything else. Might as well share the wealth.” He cupped Seth’s neck and drew him into a strong kiss. “And too–you’re great in bed. I’m not sure I’m ready to let you go just yet.”

  Laughing softly, Seth grinned, “Well hell, baby, keep me as long as you want.”

  Groaning, Horatio laid him down on the bed and tugged his towel loose. “Be careful what you say.” He murmured and wrapped his hand around the guy’s hardening cock. “I might just take you up on it.” He moved lower and licked up the side of his shaft, captured the head between his lips and sucked firmly. Seth gasped, his body flinching hard as his fingers twisted into Horatio’s hair.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned loud. “Please do.”

  ***

  “Please…don’t…” The boy whimpered and cried when the man stepped back. He choked on a hard sob when the tip of the whip bit his skin, not hard enough to cut but enough to sting fiercely. The guy had barely started when the men clamored at the edge of the small stage, shouting and yelling for the man to–“Fuck him!”

  They weren’t really there for a show–they just wanted to watch the virgin boy get fucked good and h
ard. The guy walked the perimeter of the stage, shouting in a deep voice–“Show us the cash!” The second man remained in front of the boy, on the other side of the pole, unmoving, but he could feel his eyes on him.

  The boy twisted his head, sobbing, clutching the pole as it began to grow slick with sweat and tears. The crowd tossed bills onto the stage, in a frenzy to see the boy’s innocence ripped from him.

  The guy came up behind him again and this time he felt bare cock touch his ass cheeks. “Don’t.” he choked, crying.

  The man began to stroke himself, a low chuckle vibrating his chest. “Baby boy, it’s time to become a man.” His breath was quick, ragged with anticipation. He tugged aside the thin strip of leather that ran down through the boy’s ass cheeks and pushed his cock head against his tight virgin anus. Just the slightest pressure caused a burning as the thick tip tried to enter.

  “No-oo!” The boy struggled, trying to escape the pain.

  “Hold him!” The man snapped at the second guy, his breath puffing hard with frustration, then shoved the boy forward hard against the pole as the other man grabbed him, holding him still. “Relax, baby.” The first man panted in his ear. “You’re gonna love cock.”

  The man gripped his hips and the boy’s face pressed against the metal pole as the second guy held him secure. Tears rushed out and he stared into the dark orbs looking back at him from behind the mask. He could see nothing in there, only darkness. The boy squeezed his eyes shut, sobs piling in his throat, wondering if he would even make it through this night alive. “Please God,” he choked on his whispered prayer. “Please protect Maddy.”

  His fingers tightening against the boy’s hot skin, the man before him whispered something that the boy couldn’t quite make out over the music and shouts of the raucous crowd–then the other man was shoving into him with force. The boy screamed.