"I'm Not Just a Sniper"
(Part 3)
By
"Irvine, I'm getting such praise for
your work. I'm so
proud
of you!" Madame Darlene kissed her youngest worker on the
cheek,
leaving a stain of raspberry chiffon on his soft skin.
"You're
learning so fast.... and you're growing up so
quickly
too....."
"I'm
not that old, Ms. Darlene. I'm only
fifteen," Irvine smiled
as he
tipped his black cowboy hat, a gift from a generous customer.
"But
man.... I'm havin' fun!"
"I'm
glad you do, Irvine..... because I have a special date
planned
for you," Darlene's tone became slightly somber, as if
she
knew she was about to lose something very precious
within
Irvine.
"Listen
to me closely...... it's up to you whether or not to
take
the job....... I have a young man who
wants a date.....
his
name's "Desmond".. and he's only eighteen....."
Irvine
shrugged, "So? I've dated
eighteen-year-old men."
Darlene
began to sob slightly. "He wants a
virgin........
I told
him I couldn't promise anything, but....."
"I'm
ready....."
"Irvine,
I don't want you to throw something like this away this
easily."
Darlene hugged the young escort tight.
"You're
only
fifteen...."
"Ms.
Darlene, I know you're worried... but I'd like to take the
job...,"
Irvine smiled sweetly.
"Irvine....
but I... Oh, why do I bother? When your mind's
made
up," Darlene hugged Irvine tight.
"Be careful, Irvy...."
Irvine waited in front of the train
station for the man
named
"Desmond". A lithe, almost
beautiful young man placed his
hand on
Irvine's shoulder. His hair was dark
brown, matching his
chocolate
brown eyes. He perused Irvine's frame,
"You're...
gorgeous... The agency didn't exaggerate your
description one
bit...."
"Wow.....,"
Irvine blushed, "th.. thanks...."
"You're
welcome..... You want to... go to the
hotel...?" Desmond
asked
politely.
"Sure...."
Irvine walked next to the young man.
They soon
arrived
at the Galbadia Hotel, the only five-star hotel in Deling
City. "Damn...." Irvine gawked, I..... I've never been here...."
"It's
really expensive.... But thanks to
Mommy and Daddy's
plastic
I can afford it. Plus I wanted tonight
to be perfect..."
Desmond
smiled. He brought Irvine to his room
and shut the door.
He
opened a bottle of wine, "Care for some, Irvine?"
"Er...
no... thank you..." Irvine sat down on the bed, removing his
outer
coat.
Desmond
poured himself some wine, "You look like a cowboy, Irvine.
Is that
your trademark?"
Irvine
blushed as he sits up, "Um.... no....
I'm just Irvine."
"You
make a sexy cowboy if you ask me....." Desmond drank the wine
in one
gulp before joining Irvine on the large bed.
"A dreamy
cowboy...."
He kisses Irvine with wine-drunk lips.
Slowly he
lay the
younger boy down on the soft mattress, popping the buttons
on his
dress shirt. Large hands slid into the
shirt, fondling
Irvine's
boyish chest. Desmond's fingers pinched
the boy's
nipples,
"You're.. so soft... and untouched....."
Irvine
breathed heavily, "Feels... good...."
"Hmmm..... Just how old are you...?"
"Eighteen."
"Can't
be. You look much younger."
"How
old do you think I am?"
"Sixteen. Maybe seventeen. But it doesn't really matter."
"Your
hands... Mmmmm.....," Irvine
breathed while he attempted to
change
the subject.
"I'm
glad you like it, Irvine....." Desmond began to work on
Irvine's
tight jeans.
The denim slid down the boy's legs,
"Desmond.... please...
be
gentle....." Irvine whispered nervously.
"(Gods....
he is a virgin..... Heh.....)"
Desmond smiled, "I
will...
And call me 'Des'. Only my snotty
parents call
me... Des-mond, ugh."
Irvine
gulped hard when reality finally set in.
He was about
to lose
his virginity to a total stranger.
"Lie on your
stomach,
cowboy. And wait for the fun to
begin...." Des
taunted. Irvine plopped down on his stomach. He heard a zipper
unfasten
and something very hard began to caress the crack of his
backside. "Does this feel good, my young
whore....?"
"(Whore....?!)"
Irvine began to sweat. He cried to
himself,
realizing
that he was about to cross a serious line.
"Yeah...
Feels
warm..." He responds with a waivering voice. "Good boy," Des
expels
his breath as he rams his length deep into Irvine's body.
All
Irvine felt was an incredible pain. He
almost literally
stuffed
his mouth with a nearby pillow so he could silence his
scream,
"(Oh, gods... It hurts!)"
"Ooohh.... Poor Irvine... You're bleeding....." Des cooed
sarcastically
as he traced a finger around Irvine's now stretched
entrance,
coating it with blood. He brought it to
his
mouth,
"So sweet.... The virgin's
blood...."
"Do
you..... like it....?"
"Yes......"
Des then took out a small blade and knicked his
escort
on the neck. He leaned over and began
to lick the
small
cut.
The pain almost overwhelmed Irvine, but
the whole act only
lasted
about ten minutes. Des cleaned the
escort up after
disengaging,
stuffing the boy's pay into his pocket, and
literally
tossing him out of the hotel room.
/"Until
we meet again, my delicious Galbadian savory...."/ those
words
haunted the boy as he walked out of the hotel.
"(That guy
was so
sick......)" he thought while rubbing a small gash on the
side of
his neck. "(He liked to... drink
blood.... Is this how
all my
other clients will treat me...?)" He pulled his overcoat
tighter
around him, "(But it felt.... painful.. but so...
good....)"
END
PART 3