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Somewhere near Anchorage, Alaska, United States.
Late afternoon.
Dimitri slowly woke up from heavy slumber; the boy was still trying to make sense of the up and down when he found himself naked and tied down to some sort of cold operating table.
Now, waking up naked in an unfamiliar place wasn't a new occurrence for the boy, however, the leather straps and cold metal against his skin certainly were new.
"W-wha? Where am I?" the boy asked weakly as he tried to move his limbs, feeling weak and confused.
"Shush, now, be a good boy," a strangely familiar voice spoke and Dimitri's brain lit up in a second, it was the man who had hired him at his usual spot in the bus stop's toilets. The man had offered a whopping $500 bucks to have him for a whole night, and that was on top of the $20 bucks he had gotten from the blow job at the glory hole--and just like a moth to a flame--he took the man's offer against his better judgement.
Dimitri could've walked away with those meagre $20 bucks and gotten something warm to fill his belly that night that wasn't semen, it would have been the wise, safe thing to do. But such was life when you were a 13-year-old homeless starving prostitute, sucking shady men's cock in even shadier places for a living.
The man looked at his prey, so tender and vulnerable, his icy blue eyes were still groggy from the drug that he had injected on the boy and his platinum blond hair looked messy and dishevelled. All in all the boy looked a tad scrawny, not a whole lot of meat on those bones, but he'd be an enjoyable meal all the same, and he was going to enjoy every single second of the process of tearing him apart, muscle by muscle. But first things first.
He took a hold of the boy's dormant penis in his right hand and began stroking it. His left hand caressed the barren field of the boy's pubic mound; such beauty always made for great meals. With practised movements, he squeezed the uncut spongy cock tightly and pulled on the shaft until the foreskin stretched far longer than it was ever meant to go. The boy gave a slight groan at the discomfort. Then he moved his fist back down the lad's shaft, pulling the skin along with, until the boy's cock head was straining and being pulled down from where the foreskin attached to the cock head using the frenulum. Now the boy was making little pained grunts and wiggling about. All of which sent exquisite feelings shooting through the man. He just loved the little movements and sounds that young boys make when someone is playing with their prized possession a little too roughly.
When he started doing this with boys, they would eventually try to fight him, to get him to let go of their cocks. This always broke his fun since he had to spend effort on fighting off the boy while playing with them. But the man had learned after doing this for a while. Now he restrained the boys on this operating table with thick leather belts that he had found. With the limbs of the boy tied down, they couldn't interfere any longer. A bonus was that this made them even more afraid since they knew they were helpless, so they gave out even more little whimpers from pain and worry.
Dimitri tried to relax as much as he could, it seemed like the man had weird fetishes, but he wouldn't be the first weirdo he ever had. At least the man wasn't pissing on him or having him piss on the man, and he was working on his cock to an erection all the same, most people completely ignore that part.
Nevertheless, the boy made a mental note to never accept such an invitation from a stranger ever again, no matter how hungry he was!
"That hurts," Dimitri let the man know that he was being too rough, handling his foreskin too roughly, gripping his young cock too hard.
The man, however, made no comment, and instead increased the pressure with a deranged smile.
Is it possible the man didn't hear me? the boy wondered. "Ouch! Ow! Mister, that really hurts! It feels like you're going to rip it off!"
For the first time since starting, the man looked up from being focused on where his hand gripped the lad's cock tightly. The man smiled with the most feral grin the boy had ever seen. "That's the idea.".
Dimitri gasped in surprise and horror. He struggled against his bindings, but the more he moved, the more they carved into his skin. The restraints were just too tight and well-made. The man was intending on ripping his cock off and there was nothing he could do about it!
As the hopelessness of his situation began to sink in, began to sob, and sob loudly. "Please... please, you don't have to do this..." pleaded the boy through his crying and panting from the pain. "Please! I-- I won't tell anyone."
"Oh, I know I don't have to do this. I want to do this. You're so delectable, it's like you're begging to be eaten," as the man licked the boy on his cheek and went down, biting his nipples--painfully-- before reaching his navel and the base of his cocklet to the very bluish-purple tip. "So, go on, cry more, beg and scream. It's all beautiful music to me. No one knows where you are, no one can hear you down here, and no one will miss you."
The boy continued to struggle and weep until he suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream. He had felt a sudden, blinding and searing pain from the base of his cocklet. Oh god, the crazy bitch was actually going to do it, had that been a tear? He couldn't look.
Dimitri was all but certain that not only was he going to lose everything that made him a boy to this madman, but he'd also lose his only means of survival; if he managed to come out of this alive, that is. He wasn't sure what to make of the man talking about eating him.
As he was beginning to accept his fate that he would die here, cold, scared and alone at the hands of that deranged monster of a man, he suddenly heard a pained grunt followed by the immediate release of the man's hold on his cocklet. Dimitri opened his eyes to find the man had frozen in front of him with a pained look on his face; next thing he knew, the man unceremoniously fell to the side with all the grace of a potato sack. A loud wet crunch sound, followed by a heavy thud, as what must have been from when the man's body hit the ground.
Dimitri's heart was beating loudly in his chest, he was hurt, naked and scared shitless, but had the man just died? It certainly sounded like it.
He turned as best he could to look, trapped by the leather straps as he was. The first thing he noticed was a metal cabinet, probably used to hold tools or something. The corners looked wickedly sharp. On the corner nearest to where the man was, it looked wet with a thick deep red liquid dripping from it.
He quickly realised that the wet crunch he heard earlier must have been the sound of the guy hitting his head on that corner of the cabinet.
Looking further down, he saw, just barely, the unmoving body of the man, and sure enough, a large pool of what had to be blood had pooled around him and was steadily growing larger. It was a pretty strong contrast to the dirty grey cement floor that the man had fallen onto.
Dimitri looked away in a mixture of disgust and fright, the bitch was dead and could not hurt him anymore, now all he had to do was to get out of here. But how? He had tried to break free while the man was still intent on ripping his cock off, and he couldn't move the bindings then, how would it be any different?
Dimitri took a deep breath as he tried to gather what little strength he could muster and tried again, but all he got for his efforts was to again grind the straps against his skin.
The boy let go a grunt of pain and frustration, there had to be something he could do. For fuck's sake! Think Dimitri, think!
While he was still formulating an alternative plan, the boy felt some movement near one of his restraints. He tried to turn his head around but couldn't see or hear anyone else in the room, yet, his restraints started opening and were slowly removed one by one. Last to go were the straps across his chest.
As soon as he was freed, the boy sat up as quickly as he could. He looked at his crotch and could see a sizable trail of blood flowing slowly from a painful tear at the base of his cocklet.
"W-wh-who's there?" The boy stuttered. "Is someone there?" The boy was scared, he didn't believe in ghosts, but something weird had just happened. Someone or something had stopped the crazy bastard from ripping off his cock, a feat that, by the looks of it, was very close to being achieved!
It took a full minute for Dimitri to snap back into reality. Doing his best to avoid the pool of blood on the floor, and shielding his injured junk with one hand; he quickly hopped off the table that he had been bound to and left the room as fast as he was capable of. He needed to find his clothes and find a way out of that godforsaken place.
Even in that semi frenzied state, the boy quickly realised that the room he was in looked to be a house basement--if that old laundromat in the corner of the room and the wooden staircase were anything to go by. He quietly inspected the washing and drying machine, hoping to find some clothes to wear, but found them empty. Cursing his luck, he decided to go upstairs, although not before picking what seemed to be a sharp butcher's knife that he found near the operating table to wield as a weapon. Dimitri would have thrown up the contents of his stomach at the sight of such a tool so close to the table where he had been trapped in, if he had anything other than a couple of loads of semen in his belly, that is.
Still naked, hurt, and terrified, the boy slowly climbed the stairs with stealth, completely unsure if there were others like that bastard in the house and if he would be able to overpower them; being in the state he was-- if he were to be discovered.
The wooden staircase led to a fairly normal-looking kitchen painted in gaudy yellow. Dimitri's stomach growled; semen may be nutritious (or so he had been told) but not even an experienced boy whore like him could live exclusively off it. The boy carefully inspected the cupboards, one by one in search of some food, finding them barren of anything remotely edible. Dimitri's stomach turned upon opening the fridge, as a foul smell invaded his nostrils, it was filled with what seemed to be ground beef and offal, as well as some jars with strange things floating inside them.
Dimitri closed the fridge in one swift movement; one of the jars had what seemed to be a pair of eyes floating in that strange liquid, looking back at him, or at least, that had been his impression and he wasn't willing to confirm it.
The window in the kitchen showed a terrible blizzard unleashing its rage upon what seemed to be a forest trail, confirming beyond a doubt that even if the boy was alone, he was still very much trapped inside this godforsaken house.
Dimitri cursed again, he had managed to survive that crazy bastard somehow, but that didn't mean he was out of danger, especially not with the wound on the base of his penis.
Deciding to ignore his turning stomach and with nothing but some paper towels to keep the bleeding at bay, the boy left the kitchen and continued to explore the rest of the house, blizzard or not, he had to know if he was alone.
The kitchen opened up to an old dusty dining room that, by the looks of it, hadn't been used in quite some time; having found nothing noteworthy, the naked boy moved to the next room, a foyer that led to the outside, the living room, as well as upstairs.
The small entryway didn't have much of note, besides old black and white pictures covered in dust and grime and a small closet with oversized coats that proved to be way too bulky for the young boy to move freely.
Despite the blizzard raging on, the house felt eerily silent, and oddly warm; a quick glance at the living room explained the warmth by means of a lit fireplace roaring with gusto; having confirmed that the first floor was empty, the boy slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Climbing the stairs was fairly difficult. Every movement brought on a new searing pain from his crotch, and he tried his best to not allow any of the stairs to squeak.
The upper floor consisted of two empty dusty bedrooms that didn't even have bedsheets on the beds (or any sort of clothes for that matter), an old bathroom at the end of the hall and one master bedroom on the other end, this being the only room that looked like it was actually being used. The bed was dressed in gaudy colours and patterns that may have been fashionable in the 60s, the bathroom was reasonably clean, but there was no hot water and while the closet was full of clothes-- they were grown men's clothes--there was no sign of his backpack or his own clothes.
Dimitri sighed and grabbed one of the man's undershirts so that at least he wouldn't be completely naked, but as soon as he got close to the garment the unmistakable stench of cigarette smoke impregnated in the fabric invaded his nostrils, making him reconsider his actions. Tears were already welling in his eyes from the harsh, acrid nature of the smoke.
That wasn't just cigarette smell--but that it smelled exactly like the kind his father smoked before raping him. Dimitri would never be able to forget that stench, it made his skin crawl, suddenly he was 8 again, laying on his father's bed as that man touched him, beat him--
A sudden and violent crash echoed through the hallway, which ripped the boy out of his thoughts. Having previously haphazardly cleaned his wound and seeing that he was no longer bleeding (as much) thanks to the scab that had started to form, the boy held the butcher's knife with shaky hands and slowly walked towards the hallway when he found an open door that he hadn't noticed before. Could someone be there?
The room in question turned out to be an old study of sorts, floor to ceiling bookshelves and countless books, jars of dissected organs as well as several young-looking skulls greeted him with macabre smiles as the freezing cold air entered the room through an open window, making all sorts of papers and pictures fly all over the place.
"So it looks like I'm all alone then." Dimitri announced to no one in particular after closing and securing the window, hoping to fill the dreadful silence that enveloped the house.
The feeling in the study made Dimitri's skin get goosebumps, but curiosity had already gotten the best of him, as the boy found himself caught by the sight of the discarded pictures on the floor.
Dimitri felt sick to his stomach as tears grouped in his eyes upon seeing the macabre progression of the photographs. It started all innocent enough, a sleeping boy in old dirty clothes, not unlike him, then the next batch of pictures had the same boy lay naked on a bed with close-ups of his more intimate parts, his butt, his hole, his balls, and his hairless dick. Dimitri wasn't a stranger to these kinds of semi erotic pictures, more than one of his clients had paid extra to take similar pictures of him, of his used hole leaking spunk, his face splattered with the creamy discharge, but these felt different. The next batch of pictures sent a shiver down his spine, as they had the same boys naked and tied up to that table, just like he was--
Dimitri dropped the next batch of pictures with disgust after having but a mere cursory glance at them--the scarlet stained visage captured in the photograph had been too much for the young boy to bear.
"He never planned on letting me go." the boy whispered to himself, feeling his legs move on his own, retracing his steps. He always planned on killing me from the very beginning.
Dimitri hobbled away from the room as fast as he could muster, wanting to put as much distance between that horrible place and himself as possible, he needed to escape from this nightmare!
Outside, the blizzard kept roaring, seemingly redoubling its rage, but Dimitri would rather face the blizzard over being in that horrid place one more second than strictly necessary, so he redoubled his efforts, practically ransacking the whole house in search for his stuff. Alas, the search turned out to be fruitless, until he approached the roaring fire in the living room for warmth. It was only then that he noticed the visage of what remained of his old jeans peeking out of the flames.
His old clothes, his backpack, the little money he had made that night, the very last mementos of his deceased mother--the only person who ever showed him a semblance of love--were burning right in front of him.
Tears once again sprung to his eyes and flowed freely. He knew that some street kids go with strangers and never come back, he had heard the tales from other boys, but he thought that only happened to other kids, it wouldn't happen to him, he was different, careful, he'd survive no matter what.
The boy fell to his knees, unsure of what to do, as much as he hated this place and the horrors it contained, the thought of going out into the night, butt naked didn't appeal to him at all on a good night, much less when it was pitch dark. With the blizzard raging without any semblance of stopping anytime soon, going outside was a death sentence. No clothes, shoes, money, or anything! He probably wouldn't even last an hour. He chuckled to himself, he'd be lucky to even last a day with the injury to his crotch even if he stayed, not to mention the possibility of others coming back to find him and that--thing on the basement floor.
Drawing what little strength he could muster, the boy stood up and barricaded both the front door and the back before returning to the fireplace.
Watching the flames burn away the last remnants of his old life, the boy curled up in a ball and, sobbing quietly, fell asleep.
Dimitri didn't know how long he had been sleeping, or why even, but he only woke up when he felt the warmth of a coat covering his naked and bruised body.
A coat? Dimitri's body tensed up and immediately opened his eyes. There must be someone here with him, had they managed to cross his barricade? Broken a window? More alarming--been in the house the entire time? Though more importantly, who could it be? A friend of his would-be killer? Another homeless person? Or worse, the police?
He examined the coat that was covering him. It looked like a gentlemen's jacket that he had seen some of the posh men wearing that would visit the areas that he worked. What really caught his eye was the fact that the jacket was clean. Nothing in the house was clean, so where did the jacket come from?
The familiar sound of the roaring blizzard put the boy on high alert. He began examining the room he was in. So far, nothing was different in the room--except, what was that on the couch? He quickly looked back at the couch he had dismissed and saw an older but still attractive man, dressed in a black three-piece suit, holding a cane, The man had a long white beard and a head full of hair white as snow, and looked at the boy with a tenderness that the boy was unaccustomed to.
"W-who are you? How did you get in here?" Dimitri practically jumped upon seeing him. Taking the coat with him, he scooted away as far as he could from the strange man, his knife nowhere to be found.
"Mr. Dimitri Smirnov, am I correct?" The man spoke with a kindness that felt foreign to the boy.
"H-how do you know my n-name?" Dimitri asked, scared.
"I've been sent here to help you," the old man explained with caution, keeping his distance from the boy, however Dimitri was too on edge to take the man's nonanswer.
"Am I supposed to trust the word of an old man? I was nearly murdered by a psychopath who wanted to tear off my dick! How do I know that you aren't working with him or some even more twisted person? I trusted that man last night, barely, and look where it got me?" the boy answered, his voice threatening to break at moments as he recalled the horror that he had just lived.
"You need not worry about that man anymore. He cannot hurt you nor anyone else, ever again," the old man responded firmly but with a certain reassurance that seemed to soothe the boy just a little bit.
"More importantly, you are wounded, Mr. Smirnov, and I bet you're hungry too. Not to mention, naked, penniless, and homeless, what do you plan to do now?" The old man answered the boy's question with another question.
Thinking more about his situation, Dimitri grudgingly accepted that he had nothing and at least this man was being nice about it. He blew out a loud, prolonged sigh,
"-- Yeah-- you're right. I'm sorry. I'm just scared, and I have no idea what is happening anymore. That guy offered me $500 bucks for sleeping with him, and I knew it was too good to be true, but I just couldn't pass up that amount of money. I didn't expect him to try to rip my cock off and kill me." The boy gushed, with tears in his eyes as he tried to keep his voice from breaking.
"Well, first things first, we need to take a good look at that wound of yours. It would kill me if a cute boy such as your good self were to have an infection or worse, so may I see your wound?" The man extended his hand patiently, waiting for the boy to accept.
Dimitri gave the man a wary, concerned, look. "You promise you won't hurt me more?" The tough guy facade that Dimitri had put on earlier had crumbled completely, showing the sad, scared little boy that he was.
"I promise."
Once again, sighing, "It's not like I have much of a choice."-- Dimitri carefully extracted himself from underneath the coat that was placed on him. He hadn't realised just how much the man had damaged him until seeing his handiwork for himself. His entire groin area was covered in black and blue bruises, even his cocklet had a large bruise that was suspiciously shaped like a fist. Tenderly moving his cock to the side, Dimitri looked at where he had felt the blinding pain earlier.
Sure enough, there was a crusted over long jagged tear at the base of his cock that sort of followed the contour of it. The entire area was covered with what had to be dried blood--his blood. Had that man had a bit more time, he would have actually succeeded in what he was doing. As it was, the crusted wound was still seeping a bit of blood.
The old man gently placed his hands on Dimitri's hips as he examined the damage.
"What an animal, he really deserves what he's getting," the man murmured more for himself than for the boy. "Now, Mr. Smirnov, I want you to close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you, alright?"
"Alright..." Dimitri felt weird following the man's instructions, but there was something about him that made him comply all the same; at least he was being gentle. He could hear the man's voice chanting something in a strange language that kind of sounded like Spanish, or Greek, maybe? The man finished his chant, and next Dimitri felt the man's lips gently press themselves over his wound. Which caused Dimitri to flinch a little, he hadn't considered the possibility of feeling the man's lips down there. The boy then felt the slightest tinge of pain all over his body before it suddenly faded away.
"Alright, you may open them now."
Upon opening his eyes, Dimitri was surprised to see how many of his bruises had faded away and how the wound in the base of his cock had all but disappeared without a trace.
"This should suffice for now, you still will require medical attention, but I'm afraid I cannot do more under the circumstances." the old man announced before retrieving one gigantic chocolate cookie from one of his pockets.
"Here, eat something, the chocolate will do you good," he offered Dimitri as he split the cookie in half, took half for himself and offered the other half to the boy as a way to reassure the boy that the food wasn't laced with something weird nor poisoned.
Dimitri took the offered piece of cookie and began to nibble on it, it was clear from his face that he was mentally somewhere else. "W-what are you, some kind of wizard?" he asked, still with a bit of a far away voice, surprised by what had just happened. "Did-did you just kiss me down there...?"
"Why, are you surprised? I thought this would be far more common in your line of work," the old man raised his eyebrows, knowingly. "But I am no wizard, I merely happen to be a humble school teacher."
"I've never been kissed down there before and had wounds vanish like that. I've never even heard of that happening before. Was that magic?"
In lieu of response, the man simply winked at him with a goofy grin on his face. "So, what are you planning to do now, Mr. Smirnov?" the old man asked.
"That guy burned my clothes and my backpack, which had all of my possessions in them. I don't really know what I'm going to do now," a despondent Dimitri replied.
"Well, like I said before, I happen to be a school teacher, and I'd like to offer you a place at my school."
"What can a school teacher do? You just listen to the principle, he makes the rules, and you try not to get out of line. How does that help me?"
"Well, you'd have a roof over your head, clothes for you to wear, warm food in your belly, and you'd be able to learn something. You won't have to sell your body to random men in sketchy places for spare change," the man laughed.
Beginning to warm up a bit to the idea, "Or risk someone ripping off my cock?" he joked back a little. Becoming a little more serious, "What do I have to do to go there? I don't have money to pay for such a place. To afford it, my ass would be sore for a month, and even then, I probably wouldn't even have enough to even pay for a single week."
"There is no need to make your lovely ass go through such ordeals, unless you absolutely want to, that is. You don't need to worry about payment, we have many young boys like your good self, so all you need to do is to come with me."
"Last night, a man said he was going to pay me to fuck me all night long, and then he tried to kill me. And now you're offering to take me to a school, put a roof over my head, give me food to eat, and clothes to wear. What's the catch? This sounds way better than last night, and I was nearly killed. Am I going to be a sex slave or something?!" The boy was nearly in hysterics at the end.
The man smiled as the existence of a certain school club came to mind, however this wasn't the place nor the time to talk about such things. He could have tried to reason with the boy or keep selling the Academy to him but, given what this poor child had just gone through, he was sure that it would have fallen on deaf ears. Instead, he simply locked his eyes on Dimitri's icy blues and asked. "Do you believe in guardian angels?"
Dimitri was so taken aback by the question that he had to pause for a moment before answering.
"You know, if you were to have asked me that question a week ago, I would have vehemently said no. If there were such a thing, then they would have prevented my bastard father from raping me and then throwing me out on the street once I was old enough to talk, reason and fight back. But after last night-- I don't know what to think anymore."
Instead of responding, the old man simply wrapped the naked boy in a warm embrace charged with an affection that the boy hadn't felt in a long time, if ever really. Feeling this love, the boy couldn't help but to break down in heart-wrenching wailing, and could do nothing more than to just cling to the man. Crying out the pain of years of unending abuse, injustice, and horror that he had endured since his birth onto the man's shoulder.
Some hours later.
The raging blizzard finally died down, replaced by gentle snowing in the eerie hours of the morning, illuminating the old house lost amidst the snowy woodlands.--
As the man exited the old house, carrying a sleeping boy wrapped in a long coat nestled snugly in his arms, he felt small armoured arms wrap themselves around his waist.
"Took you long enough, Headmaster, I'm freezing my tuchus [1] out here!" A childish but definitely nasal voice nagged the man.
The headmaster smiled, he didn't have to be a Cupid to notice the way the usually chatty boy was behaving; he tried to hide it, but this whole ordeal had clearly taken a huge toll on him as well.
"You did well, Frankie, I apologise for the delay, but I had to earn his trust,'' the man inclined his head to the boy who didn't move. The boy was clad in what seemed to be a thermal bodysuit and a skimpy suit of armour with metallic wings attached to the back.
"Do you have any idea of how many rules I had to break? And as if that weren't enough, my Ex came for the soul of that paskudnyak! [2]" the Cupid started to ramble frantically about things that the man had trouble keeping up with.
"...My EX, right after he left me for that blonde bimbo! Danny was pissed, I'm in a world of trouble! I sure picked a lousy time to stop smoking!" Frankie kept rambling, but was interrupted by the Headmaster.
"Hey, come here, little rascal." the man switched the slumbering boy's weight to one arm, freeing his other arm to wrap it around the frantic Cupid.
"Had you not intervened and then fetched me, this little boy would most certainly have been dead by now, so I'll be sure to put a good word with your father. You did the right thing." the Headmaster assured the boy who only buried his black locks on his shoulder like a toddler.
"W-what about the c-corpse? That was actually my first time, er, killing someone, so I'm not sure of the proper procedure." Frankie asked, visibly disturbed, looking back at the old house.
"Frankie, how old are you, again?" the man inquired with curiosity.
"...thirty ... .four." the cupid whispered in a hush and the man sighed, so that was what had the cupid in such a state. Not only had he broken the rules that limited and dictated the cupids' intervention on the mortals and their free will, but he had also performed an unauthorised kill that messed with the records of the Psychopomps and all of this while his mortal family was still alive. If the authorities were to find but a single strand of his DNA in it, that could mean a world of trouble for his family and the cause of the Erotes.
"Worry not, my sweet boy, ashes cannot be identified." The man spoke solemnly as he started reciting a new spell; in mere seconds, the old house, and all its contents, were quickly engulfed by a furious inferno that stained the falling snow grey with ash and soot.
Later that same day.
Dimitri woke up from a repairing dreamless slumber to find himself yet again in-- unfamiliar surroundings; flannel pjs covered his body as he rested under the covers of a warm bed of generous size.
Having grown used to the cold liminality of cheap motel rooms where some of his clients would take him, the boy didn't feel surprised or scared by the change of scenery, in fact he had begun to wonder if everything that had happened had been but a bad dream. However, a quick glance told the boy that this was none of the cheap, shady motels that he had toured. This was a proper hotel and by the look of the balcony he was on an upper floor, 5th, perhaps?
Not to mention the presence of what seemed to be brand new pjs covering his body, as most of the men who preferred motels didn't bother with keeping him clothed, and those who did, wouldn't choose such garments for him to wear; either way, once their lust had been spent, their semblance of warmth and affection was quickly turned into cold stares and disgust, leaving him feeling hollowed out and used as their scum stained his skin and flowed out of him freely.
Dimitri wasn't quite sure of what was real anymore, maybe he was still dreaming?
Before the boy could continue pondering on past events, the answer to such questions would come to him by means of a ringing phone and a strangely familiar voice.
"What is it, Mah? You know you're not supposed to call me when I'm working; yes I'm still in Alaska." a decidedly nasal voice echoed from the bathroom, there was someone else in the room with him!
"He did what? That little Schlump! [3]"
The boy quickly got up from the bed and, trying to be as quiet as possible, reached the bathroom's door.
Dimitri pressed his ear to the door, the voice felt strangely familiar in a way that he couldn't quite place, and on top of that it sounded as if it belonged to a boy.
"No, Mah, you don't understand, it was a matter of life and death; the paskudnyak was about to kill a boy! I had to do something! Was I supposed to just stare and let him kill him? Just so Danny could be happy? After he dumped me for that skank, Heather?" the voice snapped back, incredulous.
"He was on some sort of operating table, Mah! He was gonna do horrible stuff to him! He almost tore his--thing off." the voice carried on in what seemed to be an exercise in futility.
The stranger's words immediately caught Dimitri's attention as he was transported back to that moment where those thick leather straps had suddenly unmade themselves and left him free. Before he could fully process this new information, however, the boy leaned in closer to hear more clearly but the door gave in and opened up, making Dimitri fall into the cold tiled floor and revealing the figure of a young boy with raven black curls and big brown eyes clad in a strange and skimpy set of armour, sitting on the toilet holding his phone while a worried voice emerging from the device seemed to nag him relentlessly.
The boy in question almost jumped out of the toilet seat at the commotion, barely managing to save his phone from being smashed to pieces on the cold bathroom tile.
"Ah, I'll call you back, Mah." The boy spoke quickly while looking at Dimitri before terminating the call.
Dimitri sat alone on the big bed of the hotel room, his eyes fixated on the closed bathroom door while a noticeable pink tint spread over his cheeks.--
Given his line of work, it wasn't often or easy for a boy like Dimitri to blush, but even he knew when a line had been crossed, and catching someone while they were sitting on the throne was definitely it.
After what seemed like an eternity (and a half) the mysterious boy finally emerged from the bathroom, still clad in that strange amour and even stranger get up, a flowy but short tunic reminiscent of civilisations gone by.
"I, uh, s-sorry!" Dimitri managed to babble in embarrassment, but the boy just smiled.
"I'm Frank Fine, but you can call me Frankie" the boy extended his hand, clad in a peculiar fingerless gauntlet, the likes of which he had never seen before.
"Don't worry, I washed." Frankie smiled.
Dimitri couldn't help but to feel as if he was on some sort of candid camera show or if he had just straight out fallen into a bizarre alternative dimension; perhaps he had finally gone mad and lost touch with reality----
"Uh, Dimitri, Dimitri Smirnov." the boy babbled as he cautiously took the boy's hand.
"I know." was Frankie's response, and Dimitri couldn't help but to feel as if he had just entered the twilight zone.
Dimitri took another good look at the boy and what he was wearing, the strange ways the small armour covered some of his body while leaving good parts of it exposed, like his beautiful thighs, and were those metallic wings on his back?
"S-so, y-you were the one who--" Dimitri started babbling, trying really hard to make sense of things, was he still dreaming? The pain he felt when his body slammed against the cold tile floor seemed to indicate he was wide awake.
"You weren't supposed to know, but yes, it was me who undid your bindings back there." Frankie confirmed as he sat next to him on the bed.
Silence took over the room while the boy took his time to process that newly obtained information.
"S-so you're my guardian angel?" Dimitri ventured, trying to suppress the knot in his stomach as his feelings revolted and toppled each other inside of him,
"Something like that--" Frankie answered without elaborating further, although the small metallic wings seemed to move on their own.
"S-so, now. wh--" Dimitri tried to ask, but he never managed to finish his question for the soft lips of the guardian angel, his guardian angel had blocked his very own, effectively silencing any possible questioning his eager mind could have.
As a starving boy-prostitute roaming the frigid streets of the northernmost state, Dimitri had serviced his fair share of men and received his fair share of kisses from his eager and lustful clients, but none of the men who'd ventured to lick his face wildly or even invade his mouth with their stinky booze stained tongue could compare to the sweet tenderness and warmth of this strange boy's lips.
Before he knew it, they had fallen on the bed and his body reacted on its own, repeating the movements he knew by heart, quickly disrobing to show his naked figure to his client as the carnal arts held no mystery for him but why was his heart beating so loudly?
Frankie finally broke the kiss only to reveal the secrets held under his peculiar tunic, a young and hairless budding erection, not unlike his very own; the beauty of the boy was immaculate, he truly was an angel. Using only his fingertips, the boy traced a path towards his flannel tent where his own boyhood clamoured for freedom and, without skipping a beat, quickly released his erection and slid them off his slender smooth legs
It shouldn't have been that much of a surprise for Dimitri, but the boy found himself fascinated by how evenly matched they were, almost the same size overall; Frankie wasted no time and quickly took Dimitri's erection into his mouth and started sucking and Dimitri couldn't help but to blush as he tried to keep quiet.
So used he had grown to selfish men who used him as little else than a toy that he had started to forget that sex was supposed to make him feel good too!
Dimitri couldn't help but to place his hands on the black curls of Frankie's head as the boy carried on his expert fellatio. Frankie, on his part, locked eyes with him and smiled. With a pop, Dimitri's dicklet slipped from Frankie's mouth. Frankie kissed the boyish phallus a few times, eliciting a drop of precum that peeked out of the exposed pink head. Then abruptly, he pulled away.
Before Dimitri could even think of voicing a complaint, his guardian angel had already changed position and had his own erection already hovering over Dimitri's
"Now, let's do something where we both can have fun!" the charming angel said with a smile as he began grinding his erection against his, aided by his own saliva. Dimitri couldn't help but to gasp, this was way more intense than expected, was this the kind of thing that normal boys did? Exploring their bodies and the pleasure they're capable of without onlookers getting off from it?
As if reading Dimitri's racing thoughts, Frankie simply smiled and leaned down for a kiss, silencing said thoughts.
It was in this position with one boy on top of the other, their naked butts and smooth ball sacks grinding against each other, that Ivan found them.
"Oh hi, Headmaster!" Frankie looked back at the man with an amused smile, seemingly not caring that the man had a full view of all of his most intimate parts.
"Wait, what?" Dimitri exclaimed in surprise, finally putting two and two together--had Frankie just said headmaster?
Ivan sat in a nearby chair, a big brown paper bag with a familiar fast food chain logo printed on it sitting forgotten on the side as he eyed the two boys who just sat on the bed looking sheepishly.
"I go out for 15 minutes and bedlam erupts; any of you want to tell me what happened?" the man asked in a neutral tone, devoid of any sentiment.
"It's not my fault, old man! He burst into the bathroom while I was on the throne, so I panicked and kissed him! Then one thing led to the other and--" an anxious Frankie explained as his voice became smaller and smaller until there was no noise coming from his lips.
"I-if you're gonna punish someone, sir, punish me, Frank's right, I heard his voice and caught him while on the, er, throne." Dimitri admitted in defence of his guardian angel, placing a protective hand in front of the armoured boy, even though he was trembling like an asthmatic kitten.
Ivan's facade of an angry and strict parental figure crumbled in a second to such a sight, replaced by a gentle smile, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders.
"My dear boy, nobody is getting punished, I merely need to impress on both of you the dangers of doing such acts with the door unlocked, especially when one of you should have known better," the man explained while nailing his eyes on Frankie who just looked elsewhere.
"As lovely as it is to encounter such a breathtaking sight, I ought to remind you that had it not been me at the door, we would've been in a world of trouble."
Dimitri sighed audibly, he understood what the man meant, it wasn't exactly legal to for an adult man, such as him, to book a hotel room with a kid; that's why the only places where a boy-whore for hire like him could go to were small sleazy motels of questionable morals.
"But, how did you manage to book a room to begin with? Who did you have to bribe?" Dimitri inquired.
"We sneaked you in through the window!" Frankie blurted out. "You're rather heavy for someone so skinny!"
"What? But how? We must be on the 5th floor at least!"-- a surprised Dimitri tried to argue.
"6th, to be exact."
Dimitri just looked at Frankie as if he had grown a second head.
"Let me show you." the angelic boy announced, leaving the bed to showcase how exactly he had sneaked him in.
Suddenly, the small metallic wings started to move on their own, effectively lifting their young bearer from the floor and suspending him in mid-air.
"Y-you're flying!" Dimitri started laughing like a maniac, he had finally gone mad!
"Wanna give it a try?" Frankie asked while he slowly floated around the room. Making it very obvious that he wasn't wearing anything under his tunic.
With a trembling hand, Dimitri reached Frankie, who immediately pulled him into a tight embrace as both boys slowly twirled around the room in a dance-like motion. Dimitri couldn't believe it, he was flying!, or well, floating, really, as the room wasn't that big to begin with.
"Alright, that's enough, you two." Ivan smiled as he pulled both boys to the ground by grabbing Frankie's leg.
"Let's eat!" Having settled the matter, Ivan finally brought the paper bag and started distributing several small packages wrapped in paper.
"Sorry, I couldn't find anything better than fast food." The man apologized as he provided the boys with what seemed to be a burger and a bunch of fries to share.
"It's better than semen!" Dimitri mumbled with a low voice but abstained from eating, simply admiring the haphazardly wrapped meal.--
"And even better with extra bacon!" A delighted Frankie followed up as he took the first bite of his meal, making the man look at the cupid as if he had suddenly grown a second head.
"What?" the boy asked innocently.
"Aren't you Jewish? Frankie?" Ivan asked with an amused smile as he stole a french fry from the angelic boy.
"Everything's got a loophole, old man, and this?, this one's the glory hole!" the Cupid explained before taking another bite.
"Besides, I'm not circumcised! See?" Frankie announced as he lifted his tunic to reveal his pristine smooth sex resting peacefully between his legs, and sure enough, his foreskin was intact.
"How curious." was Ivan's response, his eyes still fixated on the boy's not so private parts.
"That's one way of saying it, I remember asking Mah about it when I was about 10. Since me and my little brother were the only boys in our very hasidic neighbourhood who weren't circumcised. Apparently, when we had my Bris [4], the Rabbi who was supposed to do it got hit by lightning, twice--"
"That's quite fortuitous, indeed."
"We were indoors--"
"Oh!"
"What's worse, when my little brother was born, the Rabbi retired on the spot, and the one who succeeded him didn't fare any better."
"And why is that?"
"He was also struck by lightning. After that, no rabbi would get near us, and we were banned from attending temple ever since." Frankie laughed before going back to his meal.
Dimitri couldn't help feeling strange; warm meals, laughter, and silly banter. Was this how boys his age were supposed to live? Feeling a bit reassured by their presence, he took a bite. the flavours inundating his mouth immediately, his first warm meal in months.
"What's wrong, Dimitri?" The chatty Cupid was the first to notice something within the boy.
Dimitri, on his side, had remained completely quiet during the whole exchange, snapped back to reality only to realize that there were tears flowing from his eyes but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop.
"I-I'm sorry; this is just too good." The boy managed to mumble before Frankie, having cast his own meal aside, wrapped the boy in a hug.
"It's alright, let it all out, you're safe now." he consoled the boy.
Dimitri's heart wanted to believe his angel's words but, his mind resisted still, how was this not but a beautiful dream?
The man must have guessed what the boy was feeling too because he procured a manila envelope and gave it to the boy.
"I was gonna wait until we were done eating, but I think you need it now." the man smiled.
"What's this?" Dimitri took the envelope with no small amount of confusion, while Frankie released his hug.
"These are your new travel documents, for the moment, your new name is Dimitri Silvanus, my grandson. Assuming you still want to take on my offer, that is."
"And you expect me to travel in Pjs? Grandpa?" the boy questioned Ivan.
"We went shopping, picked you some stuff, turns out we're about the same size!" Frankie chimed in gleefully as he showed Dimitri a paper bag filled with new clothes for him to wear.--
Dimitri, felt the tears grouping in his eyes again, new clothes, new name, a new opportunity to start over--
"Where is that school of yours, again?" he finally asked.
"It's in Greece, you'll love it!" Frankie responded with enthusiasm.
"Frankie," Ivan gently reprimanded the overly enthusiastic cupid.
"Sorry! But what do you say?" he asked.--
Dimitri allowed himself a moment to meditate; he knew next to nothing of Greece, other than it was very far away from this cold nothingness; from the shadow of his father, the cold streets and shallow warmth of strange men using him like a piece of flesh.
His life had been nothing but a never-ending sequence of bad choices that had almost gotten him killed. What guarantee did he have that this wouldn't be another one?
"I think." Dimitri's heart skipped a beat. He had decided the moment he spoke. "I think I wanna give it a try!"
~Fin~
Glossary:
[1] Tuchus: butt in yiddish.
[2] paskudnyak: Yiddish insult for a revolting, disgusting, evil person.
[3] Schlump: Yiddish insult for a pathetic human being.
[4] Bris: Formally known as The brit milah (pronounced Bris in Yiddish, Hebrew: בְּרִית מִילָה bərīṯ mīlā, pronounced [bʁit miˈla];"covenant of circumcision" is the ceremony of circumcision in Judaism. It is generally performed by a mohel on the eighth day after a boy's birth and is followed by a celebratory meal known as seudat mitzvah.
Brit Milah is considered among the most important and central commandments in Judaism, and the rite has played a central role in the formation and history of Jewish civilization. The Talmud, when discussing the importance of Brit Milah, compares it to being equal to all other mitzvot (commandments) based on the gematria for brit of 612. Jews who voluntarily fail to undergo Brit Milah, barring extraordinary circumstances, are believed to suffer Kareth in Jewish theology: the extinction of the soul and denial of a share in the world to come.
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This chapter has taken a long time coming, but it's finally here.
On this occasion, we're looking at the introduction of another boy who will soon join Christian and the main cast of boys at the Academy, although this one's experience was vastly different from Christian.----
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