Originally posted by ghisborne
Alexander was a gentle soul, albeit lonely in his billionaire penthouse. Still he couldn’t bring himself to hire company, no matter how many company galas and nights out he attended.
The competition, a company owned and run by a man Alexander couldn’t stand were at the party tonight and he watched as one of the worst executives moved around the room with a beautiful young man on his arm. He frowned as he saw the executives hand tighten, making the boy’s skin discolour from the pressure of it.
He kept an eye out for the rest of the night, and felt increasingly uneasy as he watched the man drink, manhandle the young man and then finally drag his date to the bathroom. Carefully he pushed the door open, only to see the man savaging the boys clothes, a look of resignation on the young man’s face.
He was obviously paying the lad but Alexander didn’t care. He stepped in and caught the man’s wrist before he ripped the boy’s pants.
“That’s more than enough of that.” He spoke softly but with utmost authority, “Pay the boy what you owe him, and get out.”
The night went how it usually went; he was flaunted around as the man’s shiny new toy, hands gripping him too tightly and quiet orders whispered in his ear harshly if he stepped out of line even slightly. Troy went with it, knowing how much money was riding on him behaving how the man wanted him to behave. This man, a nasty, mean, but perfect on the outside man, seemed to want him just as a nice, pretty side piece that never spoke, unless spoken to, and offered nice and pretty smiles to the rich and elite around him.
Of course he’d expected the man wanted him for more. No one ever paid for him to not end up in bed with him. However, he hadn’t expected to be dragged to the bathroom with his tux jacket and shirt practically torn off of his body the second they got into the room. He didn’t allow his surprise to show on his face, only indifference and resignation.
That is, until another man walked into the bathroom to see the sight of a half naked Troy and the man he didn’t bother to remember the name of. The boy had already come to terms with what was about to happen, and he desperately needed the money, so he was about to protest against the stranger until his date for the night was handing over the wad of cash he owed him and glaring at the newcomer.
Soon he was gone, and Troy was quick to put his shirt and jacket back on. His pride was gone already, but there’s no point in keeping himself shivering and half naked. Wide eyes look up at the older man, the boy unsure of what to think or say.
“Um --- thank you, sir.. I, uh -- um... this isn’t usually how these things go for me, as in, uh, no one ever pays me without me having to ... work, for the money.”
