"Boys are pretty shit. General rule." Barty had stepped out of the shower by then, which allowed him to bend down and do Bill's robe up for him. Then he dried himself off, looking at Bill with a smirk. It was pretty entertaining. "It's not that different from when I date. Though usually I have to waste time with small talk before the fucking, so there's something to be said for this."
Not really as if he was one to date much anyway. But then, he also didn't fancy paying for it on the regular. "What kind of boys do you like, Bill?"
"I guess there is that. You don't have to pretend with me. You're paying me so I don't mind what you do. It must be easier than all the dance of dating." Bill had toyed around the concept a few times but his boss had put an end to it, said it was bad for business. And it was. Besides, he always seemed to end up with older guys who were jerks to him. He wasn't sure what about him attracted jerks, it just did.
"I like older guys, they tend to be more mature and the like. And they know what they're doing. I don't have a clue so it's good to have someone to help you. And to love you too, I guess. I like guys that are... not total dicks." He had low standards and low bars but still, people tripped over them and still disappointed him.
"Wow. You're asking a lot, eh?" It was sad. Barty chuckled as he pulled a robe on himself, heading out of the bathroom after running his fingers through his hair a few times. He walked right into the kitchen and immediately got out the plates, ladling what he'd prepared onto them. He had a slow cooker, made these kind of dishes pretty easy on a day he worked late. "Have you ever had risotto?"
He wasn't about to make any assumptions. "That's butternut squash risotto. It's pretty filling, you'll like it." He handed Bill a plate and then indicated what chair he should sit in before he sat down himself. "For the record, most older guys aren't more mature. They're just more full of themselves."
"Yeah, I guess I am." Bill didn't catch the sarcasm, he thought it was genuine. He did ask a lot. He was needy and he always wanted their attention, he asked a lot of stupid questions and he wasn't a big money maker himself so he didn't bring much to the table. He was mostly just hoping there was a nice guy out there for someone like him but he knew he wasn't a nice guy either so he didn't think it was likely.
He took his plate and looked at it for a while, frowning. What was a butternut squash? The orange goo? He took his plate and set it down, waiting for Barty to sit before he picked up his fork. Barty cooked? That was so cool. "They're more mature than me, I reckon. And they know things about life. They usually have more cash than me too, so they can help me out a little. I'm not like after them for their money but it doesn't hurt, does it?"
Some security and safety was very appealing to someone like Bill for obvious reasons. "The last guy I dated had money, he was a business man. I think. He didn't tell me what his job was. He didn't really tell me things." Bill ate some of the risotto and then paused. "Woah, that is good."
"It's pretty simple to do. Just put the ingredients in before I leave the house and it's done when I get home. Needs a stir." Quite the ingenious invention, though Barty didn't really consider it anything that hinted at a cooking ability. Preparation, he could do that, when he wanted to. "Eat as much as you like. I've got extra."
He wasn't really that hungry today anyway, he had actually had lunch when Tally insisted. That man was always hungry. That man would have also had a field day learning that Barty was having dinner with a whore, but it wasn't as if he intended to tell him. "I'm a lawyer."
Was that interesting for Bill to know? Maybe. "You can call me Barty." Might as well tell him. "How much does it cost? You, for a night."
"You're a lawyer? Woah. That's a lot of studying and stuff." Bill remarked as he looked around the house again. Yeah, that explained the size and the general niceness of the apartment. Thus guy had cash. "I knew you were something fancy! I was thinking like investment sort or a business guy." Bill pointed out, proud he had been right in his estimations. A lawyer that cooks - now there was a daydream.
"For me? Uh, a night is usually dependent on what you want to do. If it's just fucking, it's £150 quid. If it's just foreplay and company, I can make it like £100 and if you want to get kinky, it's extra." Not just because it tended to be more taxing but because it could fuck up any other income he could get. "If you want to hurt me so bruising, cutting or any sort of marking then I also charge for that too. Especially if there's recovery time. I'm not against it though."
"Right." That was about what he should have expected and yet it was a lot to take in somehow. A cheap price to sell himself away. "What's the point in marking you when it's for money?" He mumbled it as he considered it, thinking it over. Considering what he'd want to do with Bill. To Bill. There was some appeal to being a fantasy come true for a shivering rentboy, sure. Still, he wanted to have fun with it too.
"You like getting kinky then?" That was interesting. "Have you done a lot of it? Ever been tied up? Gagged? To begin with."
"People like to leave a mark. I had one guy who liked bruises. He used to leave a load of them. Once he left almost a whole fucking handprint on me. My boss was pissed. That's why now, I gotta make sure I charge for it." Because maybe then he could appease his boss with a little extra cash and an apology. He didn't mind the marking so much, especially not if he liked the guy. Though sometimes he really didn't.
"I get kinky, yeah." Bill ate more of his food and then swallowed, listening to Barty. He seemed interested. Were lawyers kinky? It sounded about right in his head. "I've been tied up. To the bed, with duct-tape and once to a radiator. I've been gagged too. It's fun." He smiled a little, not wanting to give too much away. "I think the kinkier clients are more fun."
"And your boss is less pissed when the clients pay extra?" Seemed about right. He could almost understand it. He understood the urge to mark. He always marked. If he felt he owned someone like Bill, he wouldn't want anyone else marking him up. Pretty boy like that with the edge of roughness around him. Begging to be abused. No wonder that was what kept happening to him. "Then maybe we can have some fun. I might find ways to leave my mark. What do you drink, Bill?"
He got up and opened the fridge, looking into it. "I have some coke." Giacomo had left that behind last time he'd visited. "And I've got wine. I also have some whiskey, but I don't know if you've earned that yet."
"Uhhh... I'll have some wine. It'll go well with the food, yeah?" That was how that stuff worked. It was fancy to drink wine. His boss drank wine and Barty likely did too. His tone with the coke was almost dismissive so he assumed Barty was a wine drinker. They liked to have red with meat and white with fish or something like that. He had been told before. And this was neither so he didn't know how to apply that rule.
"We can have any fun you want, you know? I'm down. There's nothing I won't try." Bill offered out as he finished his food. He was determined to never back down, he treated his work almost like a fight and he wouldn't be intimidated. He'd win, in his own way. "Except if you wanna cut my dick off or something, then I'd say no."
"I like your dick," Barty assured him as he placed down a wine glass in front of him. White wine and he had gone with a sweeter one, assuming that it'd be more fit for a young man's palate. Honestly, he was getting a feeling for Bill now. He reckoned he'd down anything as long as he thought it was proving himself with it somehow. It was cute.
While he hadn't really known what he was in for here, he certainly hadn't expected Bill to be cute. He sat down again and took a sip from the glass he'd poured for himself, looking at Bill as he did so.
Then he leaned forward, arms folded on the table, eyes on Bill. "I'll pay you 500 tomorrow. And I get to do whatever I want, outside of maiming."
"500?!" What the fuck? Bill's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He stared at Barty for a few and then felt a sudden surge of concern. What exactly did he intend to do to him that was worth 500. It wasn't going to be a generous tip, was it. So what was he working for that was worth 500. And did he care what it was? No, not really. "That sounds -- brill. I'm fucking down."
He could keep like half of that for himself and have a hell of a weekend. He had to spend it fast, of course. If he didn't spend fast, he'd probably get robbed so it was usually drink and drugs.
Picking up his glass of wine, he took a sip... and then tried to hide his distaste. It always tasted so gross. "So when do you fancy starting?"
"Are you still hungry? I don't fancy listening to your stomach growl." Kind of killed the mood, he felt. He looked at Bill as he asked his question, already considering just what he could do to him, what he could make him do. Keep him warm for one night, keep him fed, have him cleaned, he felt he had been a good Samaritan. Time to be a bit bad instead, just to even things out.
"Do you like pain, Bill?" He wondered. He highly doubted that anyone had ever actually educated Bill on kink, so he'd have to test out those boundaries and kinks by himself. Seemed like a fun way to spend the night.
"Nah, I'm done. I can't eat more." That was more than he had eaten in ages and usually he didn't fuel himself on food, not when he had drugs to do that. He was used to running half empty and he reckoned his stomach had given up caring. "I'm done, cheers." He raised his glass in a mock toast and then started to drink his gross wine as he considered the question.
"I reckon so, yeah." He didn't mind it, he usually expected it and he even enjoyed it when done right. He hurt himself sometimes, it felt quite nice. A little cut along the inside of his thigh, by his armpit, sometimes cuts between his toes, just to have that spark to keep him in the world and alive. To hurt was to feel and sometimes, with all the drugs, he was scared he'd lose his feelings. "It's grounding, innit?"
"Can be." Little lost boy. Not surprising. Almost relatable, though that didn't keep him from wanting to hurt him. Perhaps it made it a little bit more appealing. "So you like to feel. Let's you know that you're alive."
Barty got up and gestured to Bill to get up as well. "Walk in front of me." He put a hand on Bill's shoulder as he led him to the living room, letting go of him when they were in the middle of the room. A lot of bookshelves along the walls, a black leather couch, dark wood table. He had a defined aesthetic, one that Giacomo considered depressing. Barty liked it, he'd always been a little bit goth.
"I'm going to make sure you experience a lot of feelings. You'll know you're alive when you're with me. Take the robe off."
Bill got into the middle of the room and looked around as he did. Barty really did have a nice house and so many books. Fancy looking ones too. He had no pictures or anything, he had one potted plant and no real knick-knacks or anything too personal. It was both full of personality and devoid. Barty really was a confusing person, he didn't get him at all.
Bill dropped his robe and stood naked in front of Barty, clearly not bothered by it. He was pretty used to being naked at this point.
"I want you to be quiet unless I'm asking you a question." Barty stepped in front of Bill and looked down at him. An advantage of the height difference, he decided. "You'll be scared today. You'll be sad. You'll fear me and love me. Maybe hate me a bit. That's all good. All I want from you is everything."
He didn't consider that too much to ask. "I'll mark you in ways no one else can."
That was a promise.
He attacked Bill suddenly, forcing him down within moments. He got his arms behind his back and made him cross his wrists, trying to test how much fight was in him.
This was part of the game, he knew that, he knew he wasn't supposed to fight but the instinct was there. Barty pounced on him like a fucking jungle cat and he fought back - of course he did. He soon caught himself when Barty's hands were on his wrists. He forced himself to relax his body.
Scared. Sad. Fear. Fuck. But still, 500. There was a lot a guy like him could do with 500. So he knew how to submit. How to make himself stop.
"I can be slow too. Depends on my mood." Barty grinned and held Bill's wrists against the small of his back with one hand, using the other to slap his ass. That was really just fun. It was a nice ass, felt a shame not to touch it. "You'll learn a lot about me."
That turned out to be one of many true predictions that night. Barty knew how to leave an impression. He had Bill terrified and begging when he introduced him to breath play. He edged him for a good three hours while he tied him up more and more and then he fucked him while biting and sucking his neck, sure to leave marks.
He slept with him that night, because he got too tired to bother with any other arrangement. So he slept with Bill in his arms in his bed. When they woke up the next morning - closer to noon - they had breakfast, blowjobs and he paid him the money he'd promised, assuming he'd blow most of it on drugs.
That'd be it then. He got that out of his system. But maybe he'd see him again some time. Maybe they could spend more time together. What was the harm?
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Not really as if he was one to date much anyway. But then, he also didn't fancy paying for it on the regular. "What kind of boys do you like, Bill?"
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"I like older guys, they tend to be more mature and the like. And they know what they're doing. I don't have a clue so it's good to have someone to help you. And to love you too, I guess. I like guys that are... not total dicks." He had low standards and low bars but still, people tripped over them and still disappointed him.
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He wasn't about to make any assumptions. "That's butternut squash risotto. It's pretty filling, you'll like it." He handed Bill a plate and then indicated what chair he should sit in before he sat down himself. "For the record, most older guys aren't more mature. They're just more full of themselves."
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He took his plate and looked at it for a while, frowning. What was a butternut squash? The orange goo? He took his plate and set it down, waiting for Barty to sit before he picked up his fork. Barty cooked? That was so cool. "They're more mature than me, I reckon. And they know things about life. They usually have more cash than me too, so they can help me out a little. I'm not like after them for their money but it doesn't hurt, does it?"
Some security and safety was very appealing to someone like Bill for obvious reasons. "The last guy I dated had money, he was a business man. I think. He didn't tell me what his job was. He didn't really tell me things." Bill ate some of the risotto and then paused. "Woah, that is good."
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He wasn't really that hungry today anyway, he had actually had lunch when Tally insisted. That man was always hungry. That man would have also had a field day learning that Barty was having dinner with a whore, but it wasn't as if he intended to tell him. "I'm a lawyer."
Was that interesting for Bill to know? Maybe. "You can call me Barty." Might as well tell him. "How much does it cost? You, for a night."
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"For me? Uh, a night is usually dependent on what you want to do. If it's just fucking, it's £150 quid. If it's just foreplay and company, I can make it like £100 and if you want to get kinky, it's extra." Not just because it tended to be more taxing but because it could fuck up any other income he could get. "If you want to hurt me so bruising, cutting or any sort of marking then I also charge for that too. Especially if there's recovery time. I'm not against it though."
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"You like getting kinky then?" That was interesting. "Have you done a lot of it? Ever been tied up? Gagged? To begin with."
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"I get kinky, yeah." Bill ate more of his food and then swallowed, listening to Barty. He seemed interested. Were lawyers kinky? It sounded about right in his head. "I've been tied up. To the bed, with duct-tape and once to a radiator. I've been gagged too. It's fun." He smiled a little, not wanting to give too much away. "I think the kinkier clients are more fun."
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He got up and opened the fridge, looking into it. "I have some coke." Giacomo had left that behind last time he'd visited. "And I've got wine. I also have some whiskey, but I don't know if you've earned that yet."
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"We can have any fun you want, you know? I'm down. There's nothing I won't try." Bill offered out as he finished his food. He was determined to never back down, he treated his work almost like a fight and he wouldn't be intimidated. He'd win, in his own way. "Except if you wanna cut my dick off or something, then I'd say no."
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While he hadn't really known what he was in for here, he certainly hadn't expected Bill to be cute. He sat down again and took a sip from the glass he'd poured for himself, looking at Bill as he did so.
Then he leaned forward, arms folded on the table, eyes on Bill. "I'll pay you 500 tomorrow. And I get to do whatever I want, outside of maiming."
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He could keep like half of that for himself and have a hell of a weekend. He had to spend it fast, of course. If he didn't spend fast, he'd probably get robbed so it was usually drink and drugs.
Picking up his glass of wine, he took a sip... and then tried to hide his distaste. It always tasted so gross. "So when do you fancy starting?"
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"Do you like pain, Bill?" He wondered. He highly doubted that anyone had ever actually educated Bill on kink, so he'd have to test out those boundaries and kinks by himself. Seemed like a fun way to spend the night.
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"I reckon so, yeah." He didn't mind it, he usually expected it and he even enjoyed it when done right. He hurt himself sometimes, it felt quite nice. A little cut along the inside of his thigh, by his armpit, sometimes cuts between his toes, just to have that spark to keep him in the world and alive. To hurt was to feel and sometimes, with all the drugs, he was scared he'd lose his feelings. "It's grounding, innit?"
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Barty got up and gestured to Bill to get up as well. "Walk in front of me." He put a hand on Bill's shoulder as he led him to the living room, letting go of him when they were in the middle of the room. A lot of bookshelves along the walls, a black leather couch, dark wood table. He had a defined aesthetic, one that Giacomo considered depressing. Barty liked it, he'd always been a little bit goth.
"I'm going to make sure you experience a lot of feelings. You'll know you're alive when you're with me. Take the robe off."
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Bill dropped his robe and stood naked in front of Barty, clearly not bothered by it. He was pretty used to being naked at this point.
"So what do you want from me then?"
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He didn't consider that too much to ask. "I'll mark you in ways no one else can."
That was a promise.
He attacked Bill suddenly, forcing him down within moments. He got his arms behind his back and made him cross his wrists, trying to test how much fight was in him.
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Scared. Sad. Fear. Fuck. But still, 500. There was a lot a guy like him could do with 500. So he knew how to submit. How to make himself stop.
"You're fucking fast!"
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That turned out to be one of many true predictions that night. Barty knew how to leave an impression. He had Bill terrified and begging when he introduced him to breath play. He edged him for a good three hours while he tied him up more and more and then he fucked him while biting and sucking his neck, sure to leave marks.
He slept with him that night, because he got too tired to bother with any other arrangement. So he slept with Bill in his arms in his bed. When they woke up the next morning - closer to noon - they had breakfast, blowjobs and he paid him the money he'd promised, assuming he'd blow most of it on drugs.
That'd be it then. He got that out of his system. But maybe he'd see him again some time. Maybe they could spend more time together. What was the harm?