Harper Yager-Joy

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Beau reached out to cup Harper’s face again, pressing his hot, feverish forehead against the younger man’s. “You’ll be okay because I’m here with you, baby, and ‘cause you’re stronger than you think. You can take more than you think, okay? Just keep your eyes on me.” He kissed Harper’s stretched-open mouth, their laboured gasps exchanging back and forth between them. Beau’s direction that Harper should only look at him was a necessary one; although it wasn’t uncommon for clients to have sex with clients in the lounge, the kind of perversions and pain that Fritz and Franz were inflicting were normally behind closed doors. Everybody else in the lounge couldn’t help but watch the two staff members’ faces screwed up in agony, the studded and knobbed cocks wrecking their helpless cunts.

Fritz, realizing that Beau would never be able to fuck himself hard enough on the thick, misshapen shaft of his dick, grabbed the blond’s hips and started to slam him down with an animal howl. This seemed to galvanize Franz into action as well, and he shoved forward so that Harper and Beau crashed together, their bare angular shoulders dovetailing and their dark and light heads drooping together like heavy blooms, jostling against each other as they were railed with a ferocity that drew more than looks from other men in the lounge. In the moments when their own cries and pleas and the slapping of skin receded, Harper and Beau could hear other voices, coming closer:

yeah, give it to that little bitch, make him take it all

look how that tight pussy got destroyed! i bet it tastes so sweet now

slap them, make their mouths bloody too for when they suck cock

…gonna take a turn on that once these guys are done

The last one particularly sent an icy shudder up Beau’s spine. He knew how easily a group of horny men could form a mob and he knew what happened when you were the target of all that remorseless lust. He had to get Harper out of here, somehow, before Connie’s brother found out as well.

Go along with the client. That was something he had taught himself the first day he had entered the Haus of Perses, and yet there were times that prison seemed less terrifying than the place he had decided to work. Not all clients were like the two men ramming into them, cold and careless, some had wishes and needs that were lighter and easier to fulfill. Harper tended to enjoy a nice middle ground, something exciting without too much vanilla, but this was stepping into a territory that he hadn’t been used to. His body was being pushed to it’s limits, his hole feeling stretched and raw with each and ever drag of the man’s cock inside of him. He had to focus on Beau- his brother’s ex who had taken care of him up to this point. Any other time in his life, he would have pushed other’s away, told them he didn’t need to be watched over, that he could handle himself, but at the moment he wasn’t the one that knew what was best.

Just as he was about to give the other a nod, he was being slammed into, feeling the man bottom out on him as the ravenette and blonde’s bodies were pushed together, sharp angles forced into sharp angles. He was giving little gaspy breathes between cries of pain, unsure which noises were his own and which noses were Beaus or the people that were beginning to surround them. This was his fault- he had got them into this situation in an attempt to make the torture by Franz and Fritz stop. They had been at this all day- just playing around, and now that it was coming to  close, Harper couldn’t force it to stop fast enough. 

Harper’s willingness to fold himself against Beau and accept what he was offering with such pretty words given back was enough to distract Beau from the clients for a moment. He was good at disassociating already, and the surprise of having Connie’s baby brother come to him so openly made Beau forget all about the man whose lap he was in. All that mattered was Harper’s body against his, warm and lovely and all dark eyes and hair, a more smudgy and and catlike Yager than his big brother. “You are, darlin,” Beau assured him. “You’re precious and don’t you forget it.”

But that was as far as Beau managed to get before they were both impaled, driving the breath from his lungs. And when he did manage to get it back, all that came from Beau’s throat were agonized glugs each time Fritz’s modified cock shoved up into him. His hips rose, lifting Harper along with him, and Fritz grabbed the black wig from Beau’s scalp, slapping the messy blond head that was revealed. “There is no escaping for you, whore,” Fritz growled. “If you don’t participate in your destruction by riding my goliath, I’ll have you sent to the dungeon to be bred by a horse.”

Beau had no idea if that would be allowed – the Haus often vetoed some dungeon punishments if they could be permanently damaging – but at the moment and given Beau’s recent stay in the dungeon, it was an effective threat. He started to force himself down to meet and swallow Fritz’s thrusts as the man got faster. Franz, having watched this, reached forward and hooked two fingers into each corner of Harper’s mouth to stretch his lips open. The man almost seemed to be using his fingers as a handhold so that he could haul Harper back onto his own massive cock, circling his thick, powerful hips every time his studded dick sank in deep. “Tell me how much you love this, show me what a filthy boyslut you are,” he demanded. “Cry for me, sob while I fuck you.”

Harper tended to fall into those who gave him such sweet words, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He yearned for acceptance in any place he could get it, even in a place like this, a place where he was a warm body to fuck, or do the fucking. He tended to enjoy the raw feeling of another body, pretending to smile or growl for another person’s amusement as long as it went by quickly, Harper did his job then got paid, it was how things worked, and it was easy money.  The word precious had his head ducking down though, a slight flush he didn’t care for creeping up on his features- the last thing he wanted to do was crack a smile, not now- those were too personal when they were real.

Fortunately for everybody involved, that particular impertinence of Harper’s struck just the right note for the clients, who chortled and laughed, Franz clapping in approval. “Such impatience to have his little bumhole filled!” the man gloated, rubbing his hand between his legs; there, finally, was some thickening as he began growing hard. Beau could feel the same thing with Fritz as they all watched Harper going down on him, and he threw his head back with a breathy moan, his bobbed black wig sliding back like a curtain. Fritz took the opportunity to attack Beau’s neck and shoulder again, undoing his pants, and Franz got out of his seat to move behind Harper.

“I want you naked now, boy,” Franz said, and didn’t wait for Harper to make any move to disrobe; instead he ripped through the staff’s stockings to lay him bare, and then pulled Harper up by the hair to manhandle him roughly into Beau’s lap. “Both of you kiss as if you love each other,” Franz directed. “Touch and hold and be gentle and sweet, ja? You are young innocent lovers.”

At least that seemed okay. Beau thankfully held out his arms for Harper, settling the kid against him and kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured, stroking Harper’s hair. “My pretty little baby, you’re so sweet, no wonder they all love you.” He kissed Harper more deeply then, tenderly, lips soft and sticky.

Fritz and Franz had ordered them into this for a reason, of course. As Beau wrapped his arms around Harper, kissing him with swollen lips, the two men lined up their cocks at their respective boy’s hole. And when Harper and Beau seemed at the deepest point in their kiss, the clients rammed into them, snarling with lustful satisfaction at the cries from the pain they’d inflicted. “Keep kissing!” Franz screamed, hammering his cock into Harper. The men hadn’t been kidding about how pungent their crotches were, and in addition, both were heavily studded subcutaneously. It felt like they were being fucked by power drills.

Harper was trying his best to concentrate on Beau- something that was ripped away from him as hands gripped into his hair. Pulling away, his hands went to his head, trying to find leverage so his hair was tugged too hard, a curls of having too many curls- and yet again something he wouldn’t have minded with a client usually- he did enjoy a bit of hair tugging. “I’m-” The stockings were already ripped, leaving Harper fully exposed- at least that felt like a step in the right direction- a step to being done for the day and being able to relax in a bed for a while.

He was tossed towards Beau though, discarded as if he was worth nothing to Franz. His eyes looked back towards the German just for a moment before saddling up to the Blond. This he could do- he didn’t need instructions to get close to the man in front of him. “I’m only doing good because I have the best teacher...” He whispered softly, handing out a compliment back, easing in to each and every peck of a kiss, reddened lips pressing softly into Beau’s own. He wasn’t innocent by any means, but this took him back to a time that he actually felt like he was worth someone’s attention- like he wasn’t just doing this for the entertainment of others. 

Oh dear god, that little nose twitch. It just about did Beau in, along with the big limpid eyes looking at him for guidance or reassurance or just plain something. He wondered for the first time just what kind of whoring this mini-Yager did, if he’d never done these kinds of frustrating exercises in humiliation before, if getting popped one in the face was new to him. Christ. To be so young.

That empty place in Beau’s middle that had begun to ache more acutely as of late was doing it now, twisting in on itself in a futile effort to seek comfort. It was inconvenient. You couldn’t in the middle of a goddamn scene start thinking about how lonely you were. The time for that was never.

“Yes, that is what we want,” Franz confirmed. “Are you ready to entertain us now, instead of thinking you have any say in what will happen to you?”

“It would be best if you don’t think at all,” Fritz said, sneering at Harper as he lowered his head to bite and suck a deep purple mark against Beau’s collarbone. “Neither of you were chosen for your brains, only your fuckable mouths and asses.” 

Beau interjected lightly, sounding as if they were courtesans entertaining in some posh brothel. “Oh, hush – if you fuck our mouths properly, your pricks will be shoving into our brains anyhow, and you’ll be glad for them then.” The two clients laughed, and Beau reached down to urge Harper a little bit more onto his cock, one hand moving to wrap around the back of those silky, velvet-night curls. “Put your wrists behind your back,” Franz ordered Harper, intently watching the boy’s cherry mouth moving along Beau’s stiff cock.

Harper knew what he was doing- he was following orders the best he could as he had done since he started the Haus. He had been roughed up before- back when he had found himself in jail, but back then he had Hiro to watch over him. It was strange that so many people looked out for him, someone who had decided long ago that he was nothing more than a vagrant. Beau was now one of those people- one of the few people in the Haus that did, there was Constant and now there was Beau.

“Do I have a say? It’s taken you this long to get to this point- I figured I’d have to lead the charge to get anything done in the first place.” He didn’t want to be too mouthy, not wanting to feel the burn of a hand on the side of his face again. It could have been a turn on done right, but right now his body was too tired from entertaining the men for too long. His eyes pulled away when Franz began to suck and bite against Beau’s skin, not wanting to watch, instead focusing on the length that was in front of him, his head bobbing down fully as he glided his teeth just barely as he picked his head back up.

“ohthankgod,” Beau muttered under his breath when Harper made a move to do something that might wake Frick and Frack up. And indeed, Fritz gave an intrigued ho-ho-ho, spreading his legs and Beau’s along with them. In fact, he reached down and dug his fingers into the insides of Beau’s thighs, pulling them open painfully wide. 

“Are you going to suck the both of us, liebling?” Fritz asked Harper, sounding much amused. “I would like to see that! There’s nothing better than seeing a dark-haired boy with those coal curls a riot over his head as it bobs on a stiff stinking prick.” 

Beau made a slight noise of protest, turning to frown at Fritz over his shoulder, and the man laughed again, grabbing Beau’s face and shoving his thumb into the staff’s mouth for him to suck it. “No anger, my pet. I’m sure you’re washed and scrubbed down inside and out. No, I meant my own truncheon! I make a habit of letting it accumulate what manly odours form naturally. Little sluts like yourselves–” he looked down at Harper, “–should show how much you love being choked on dick by being even hungrier for it when surrounded by the stench of a true, real man.”

Franz had been watching and listening with interest, and he leaned over to also shove his thumb into Beau’s mouth, stretching his lips open. Fritz said something to him in German, they both chuckled, and then Fritz hocked a gob of spit into Beau’s mouth before the men removed their thumbs. Without thinking, Beau spat it out, against Harper’s shoulder. He scrunched his face at the other staff in apology, reaching down to pet Harper’s dark head gently to make up for it.

Harper felt his nerves beginning to buzz- unsure of what kind of hot water it would land him in if both men wanted to continue to play like they were. As milk white thighs were spread even further apart for him, Harper crawled closer, nipping and kissing up the leg, distracting himself with the taste of the other’s skin.

He didn’t answer Fritz, deciding to keep up with who he was instead of playing a part for once. Planted dead center in the middle of the other’s thighs, he let his tongue run over Beau’s crotch, hands reaching up to rest on the German’s legs to find some sort of balance. 

He wanted to say something, wanted to toss a comment back at the man who was tossing both Beau and himself back and forth but he was trying to keep it together. His fingers dug into Fritz’s thighs only looking up with he heard Constant’s old lover spit- a wetness hitting his shoulder almost immediately. His nose crinkled as he sat up a bit, pulling away from both crotches, “Really?” he whispered softly, luckily enough the soft pets were calming the rage in his belly down.

“You gentleman are gonna be staying up past our bedtimes. We need our beauty sleep, y’know. It’s what keeps men like you coming back.”

Beau tugged his bobbed black wig back into place, smiling waxenly at his client – Fritz – as the man pulled him back down onto his lap. Both he and the other client – Franz – made noises of protest, big ol’ bull bellows that turned heads in the lounge, and Beau noticed Franz’s grip on Harper tighten up too.

Christ. They’d been entertaining these two pretzel-brains for going on four hours now. Which was nothing if it had been involving ass and cock and mouth, but nope, the two men wanted to literally be entertained. Beau had run through all the vaudeville routines he (crappily) remembered, recited a couple of dirty poems, and done a striptease that went nowhere since he began it wearing a half-done-up corset and a swag of striped black cloth tied up like a sarong. 

“We’ll keep you up past your bedtimes, pretty liebling,” Fritz announced, shoving one hand down the front of Beau’s sloppy corset and cupping his chest, thumbing at his nipple as he ground Beau’s ass against his groin. Still no hard-on, though, Beau noticed with something approaching despair. What the fuck was wrong with these guys? Were they goddamn eunuchs or something? He threw a glance over at Harper, wondering if Franz was the same thing.

@harperyagerjoy

Men like you.

The words repeated in Harper’s head as he looked over to his brother’s former lover. He wasn’t sure how he had become stuck with the men in front of them, Franz and Fritz, but there didn’t seem to be a way of getting out. He had always taken his job in the Haus of Perses a bit seriously, getting done what needed to be done and then head out to the next client, something that was becoming increasingly difficult with Franz’s insistence that they continue to entertain the too men, the hands tight on his hips. He was almost positive there would finger shaped bruises by the time they made their way out of the place.

This wasn’t Harper’s cup of tea- he didn’t know how to perform like Beau did- the man was a genius, an act that didn’t know how to stop. He knew lap dances, and pleasure, something that was growing increasingly hard- or rather not hard at all as he rested on the other’s lap, his long fishnet clad legs stretched out as an arm wrapped around him.

When Beau looked towards him, he knew what was going threw the other man’s head- they were wasting time for nothing. He may not have had the libido of the other, but he was ready to get things done and over with when it came to the two men. Worming his way out of the other’s grasp, he tossed a rare smirk over his shoulder, an idea forming- something that he wasn’t sure was going to work.”Can I borrow him,” He asked, his voice low, working his body as close to the pair as possible, hands running over Beau’s thighs, the skin warm against his cold hands.