11A - Cody and Oscar.

Starter here!

A job was a job, yes, and there was no shortage of jobs for personal trainers at the brothels of the cities. There were a lot of clients there, which meant that he was a regular. But a strict guy, he was all for not mixxing business and pleasures. So as he sat at the bar, joking with the bartender and having a (free) drink. He could spend the whole night there, just talking shit and drinking, and it would be the best night of the week.

But then, then someone catches his eye.

He's not one to keep looking at clients — this place has a reputation to keep reputations intact, so it's better no one knows who's in and who's out.

But the face was familiar. Too familiar. "Aren't you the prince?" he asks, but he already knows. He's seen his face all around town. Still, he holds the silence, because he's having fun.

7D - Alejandro and Tyler.

Starter here!

the only reason he's under him at this bed it's because he's paying, alejandro knows that. but he's not above that. he has paid to have sex before, yes, and they hardly looked as good as tyler does. or have been as entertaining company as the boy. so he doesn't mind. he brings him to a hotel suíte, gives him a bottle of cheap wine and fucks his brains out. both of them are happy and the night moves on as it was before.

He smirked, as he so eloquently repeated the words. "Yes I am," he pulled the knot on the boy's wrists a little bit tighter. Maybe this was not usual for the internship interviews, it was true, but Alejandro took some special interest in Julian. When he agreed to seem him after, Alejandro warned him that he was not easy to be satisfied, and if he was willing to go all the way. Moments later, here he was, wrists tied using Alejandro's tie, pressed against the glass window, overlooking the night sky of the city.

He took a step back to admire the boy: fully naked, and calling him his master. He slapped his ass, leaving a hand mark on his butt cheek, which Alejandro enjoyed. "Come on," he grabbed the tie, pulling him back, towards his desk, where he sat down and spread his legs: "This cock isn't gonna suck itself."

It was the third time this was happening, but Cody was also looking for it. The first two times he fucked Leo, he thought it was just another client horny for him — it had happened many times before, and most of the time, they'd fire him after the first time, and it would be the end of it. But this had been different: it had been months since that happened and nothing. It was almost something of a pride situation for Cody.

So he thought it was fair that he played the game too: he went to the bathroom and came back with no underwear, just his thin basketball shorts covering the line of his cock.

It worked.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he praises him, hands on his waist as the boy rides his cock in the empty lockeroom. Someone else could walk in which only makes the whole thing hotter. "I've missed that hole..."

He had met Ethan a few days before, after he took him on a late night ride and the two of them flirted; the man forgot a coat in his car, he came back to his house to return it, more flirting, more flirting, more flirting, and now Lennon was laying down on his bed, legs spread, ass in the air, as he looked up at the man on top of him, with a finger down his asshole. "Yes, sir," he moaned, "The best boy for you," he nodded, eager for a compliment again. Considering his size, people were surprised he was a submissive, but whenever a man, a real man, took him, pushed him against the bed and showed him who was the real boss, it was obvious how he'd succumb to their desires. "Do anything you want with me, sir," he asks, eyes not leaving Ethan's.