La Medicina

Be My Boy (c) 2011 Casey K. Cox
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Be My Boy
A short story by

Casey K Cox

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The club was quiet. Owen preferred it thatway. He took up his
usual place near one of the exits and browsed the room. He didn‟t even
know what he was looking for anymore. Partner, master, trick – anyone
who could coax a bit of life into his cock and maybe even a beat out of
his tired old heart. Everything was so fucked up. Twenty-two years of
life with Cole and he was right back where the man had found him.
Turning tricks in a sexclub.
One of his regulars approached with a new guy he‟d not seen
before. This would be a rough night. His arse clenched at the thought of
it.
“Owen, you working, baby?”
“Sure, what are you looking for?”
A sneer passed between the two men that didn‟t bode well for
Owen‟s evening. “Me and Jimmy here want a little bad fun. Are you up
for it?”
“Define „bad fun‟.”
“The usual. You know Iwon‟t hurt you too much.”
Not too much, right. Miles would still make him fucking hurt
though, and not in the good sexy way Cole used to, that made the room
fade away and only Owen‟s heartbeat remain. Miles got off on real pain.
“I‟m not really up for that tonight Miles, I‟m sorry. Perhaps one of
the other lads will help you out.”

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“We don‟t want a lad, we want anolder guy. We want you.”
“Where?” Sucker for an order, as always.
“In the alley. Ten minutes. Usual price?”
“Not for two. Half again on top.”
“Deal.”
The two men walked off and Owen had a sinking feeling he was
going to regret this. But fuck it, what else was there to do? And he had
bills to pay.

It was cool for August. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders
wishing he‟d brought ajacket. Sign of his age probably. He never
remembered feeling cold leaving a club when h e used to go out with
Cole. But that was years ago. Cole always wore a jacket. He‟d have to
remember that for next time.
The men were waiting by the fire escape. Jimmy patted the old
metal crate that provided a good height for bending over or laying on to
be fucked. A popular spot at weekends; sometimes you‟dhave to wait
„til it was free or use the wall instead. When Owen was younger it
always used to be dustbins. The big plastic wheelie bins businesses had
nowadays were too high.
Miles grabbed him around the back of the neck and pulled him in
to bite his lip. He pushed him into Jimmy, who crushed a hand around

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Owen‟s cock and laughed. “I hear this doesn‟t workanymore. Is that
true?”
“Works just fine. Why, you wanting me to top for you?”
Jimmy backhanded him. Fuck, that stupid bastard. Touchy about
being topped. One to remember for next time. Owen couldn‟t take the
beatings, not as a kid either. Shame some things never changed.
“Fucking speak to me like that. I‟ll break your legs,” Jimmy spat.
That would be new. It was only a couple of fingers thelast time a
trick went bad. Could have been a lot worse.
Miles threw the money on the ground. Arsehole, why did he always
do that? Owen knew what came next, but it seemed it was part of the
game Miles liked to play. He reached to pick up the cash and Miles
kicked him to his knees. Jimmy grabbed Owen‟s belt and hauled him to
his feet. He backhanded him again with a laugh. “Drop your trousers,whore. Your arse has a date with my dick.”
Owen sighed. So original. He took out a strip of condoms and a
sachet of lube and handed them over before pushing down his trousers
and leaning over the crate.
“Spread your cheeks. I want to see what I‟m fucking.”
He reached back to pull his arse apart. These days, he had the
sense to prep himself before he left home. The first couple of times...