Running Blind

Title: Running Blind

Author: Midnighteyes

Pairing: Vin/Orlando..Orlando/?

Rating: R

Summary: My life was never my own for you see I was bought and paid for. I never had any say in what he did to me, I was his slave.

ATT: Charaters are not mine, but story is.... DO NOT COPY!!

Sorry everyone got the chapters messed up.. Please forgive me, i'm half asleep when i post these.. But it is right now!!!

Chapter 5

As the broken neon light flickered upon the crude rustic brick building and crowded sidewalk, a hushed angry voice slipped from the dark alley.

“Do you understand your orders?” Sean sneered as he gave Jared a hard look.

Rolling his eyes, Jared crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I understand.”

“Then repeat them back to me,” Sean demanded.

“This is not the army, Sean. And it sure as hell’s not rocket scien…”

A sharp slap echoed through the silent alley.

Jared rubbed his reddened cheek with trembling fingers as tears welled up in his big blue eyes.

Grabbing Jared’s arm, Sean jerked him forward until Jared could feel Sean’s heated breath on his face.

“Don’t fuck with me, boy. Your charms don’t work on me. Just because you spread your ass for Vin doesn’t mean you’re not indispensable. You know who I am and what I’m capable of. So if I was you, I wouldn’t be a fucking smartass.”

Jared nodded mutely

“Now repeat the fucking orders!” Sean demanded in a heated whisper.

Jared lowered his head, his eyes wide and glassy. Licking his dry lips he started whispering, “F-first we meet…”

“Speak up, damn it. I can’t read your fucking lips,” Sean snarled, his grip tightening on Jared’s arm.

“Please, Sean; I understand what I’m supposed to do,” Jared cried out, scared of what Sean would do to him.

“I guess you would. I bet this place brings back a lot of fond memories,” Sean said, his lips twisting into a cruel smile.

“Since I met Vin, my past is in the past. Vin has made me a better person and I will always be grateful for what he’s done for me.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your past or your future. And I sure as hell don’t give a shit about what you and Vin do. Actually…” Sean’s voice trailed off.

Jared looked at Sean waiting for him to finish but when nothing else was said Jared looked up into Sean eyes; they had a faraway look in them. He had never seen the Angel of Death so distracted. Sean was always sharp like the knives he carries.

A loud honk and people cursing jerked Sean out of his thoughts. Sean looked into Jared’s confused eyes and cursed himself for showing such weakness in front of the little prick. Narrowing his eyes, Sean sneered, “Actually, Jared, I want you to fuck Vin.”

Jared eyes rounded in shock at Sean’s comment. He had a very bad feeling and he didn’t know how to get out of this mess. This Brad guy could rape him or kill him without thought. Jared wasn’t stupid. He knew the kind of people Vin and Sean had employed in their organization. If Vin were here, he won’t be so scared but with Sean, he knew Sean didn’t give a fuck about him and if he got into a bad situation he knew Sean wouldn’t lift a finger to help him.

“This is very important, Jared. Don’t fuck it up. I’ll be watching you the whole time. You better do a good job.”

“But, Sean, I don’t understand why, What if this guy is dangerous or something?” Jared asked, wondering if Sean was setting him up.

“You’re not paid to understand, sweet cheeks,” Sean explained, tapping Jared chin. “And remember no names tonight.

“Does Vin know about this?”

Sean’s face turned into an ugly mask, making Jared take several steps back.

Reaching forward, Sean grabbed Jared by the arm and jerked him out onto the street. Several eyes were cast their way as Sean pushed Jared forward. Sean kept the boy close to his side, fearing that he’d do something stupid otherwise. He’d really hate to explain to Vin why he had to kill his little slut.

Several prostitute stood around the front entrance waiting for drunken customers to come out, so they could take their money. They spotted the Angel of Death walking toward them and quickly scurried out of the way. Pity glances were thrown to Jared; they felt sorry for the poor boy that was in the Angel’s clutches.

Once they made it to the front entrance, Marton was there to greet them.

“It’s nice to see you again, Angel. Long time no see.”

“Yeah, where is he, Tig?” Sean asked, a little annoyed that things were moving so slowly.

He just wanted to get this whole ordeal over with. Sean hoped this guy worked out but resented the fact that he couldn’t take Heath’s place or why Vin had refused to consider the option.

“He’s in the back room where you told me to put him. He seems all right. I offered him something to drink but he refused,” Marton said but his attention was draw to Jared.

“Long time no see, blue eyes,” Marton greeted, smirking at the young man. “I never thought I would see you back here. Did you come to humble us with your presence?”

Jared trembled as Marton looked upon him with lust in his eyes. He hated this place and never wanted to return. But it seemed like fate was working against him, for he was once again at his old employment.

“A lot of the old customers will be happy to see your pretty ass again. They were deeply saddened when they found out you left,” Marton explained with a harsh little laugh.

“You just listen here, Marton…” Jared said, hating his old boss with a passion. Marton took advantage of young runaway boys by turning them onto drugs so he could making them dance at his club and sell their bodies on the street.

Sean was getting really angry with both Jared and Marton. His eyes narrowed on both of them.

“Both of you shut the fuck up!” Sean roared. “We’re not here for any fucking reunion, do you understand?”

Several people turned to see what the yelling was about but upon seeing the Angel of Death they quickly turned away.

“He started it,” Both Jared and Marton said in unison.

“Maybe I should call Vin and ask if I can get rid of you both,” Sean suggested in a low dangerous voice. “We are here for a purpose, do you two idiots understand? So no more fucking talking, unless it is to me.”

Jared and Marton’s eyes were bulging out. Both knew Sean was serious and even if he wasn’t, they didn’t want to take a chance and find out so both started nodding their head with enthusiasm.

“Now can we go the fuck in, before this guy decided to leave if he hasn’t already? Both of you better pray that he’s still there or you’ll have to explain to Vin about how your little conversation.”

They entered the crowded club, Marton’s bodyguards pushing sweaty bodies out of their way. Smoke, stale beer, and cheep cologne greeted them. The loud music was blaring in the background.

As they made it to the back, one of Marton’s bodyguards opened the door for Marton to enter, followed by Sean.

+

Brad looked up and saw two men enter. He recognized the first one as the owner of the fine establishment he found himself in, but the other sandy blond haired man he’d never seen before. Brad could tell just by looking at the stranger that he wasn’t one to be fucked with. Standing up, Brad shook first Tig and then Angel’s hand.

“So you are Brad Pitt?” Sean asked as he looked Brad up and down.

“Yes and your name?”

“For now you can call me Angel.”

A sexy young boy with long black hair and bright green eyes entered the room after introductions had been made. He slanted over to the three men at the table, looking at each one with lust in his eyes. He could smell money so he slid a sly smile on his lips and asked, “Can I get you anything and I do mean anything?”

“Yeah, I’d like a Virgin on the rocks,” Tig snickered.

Angel rolled his eyes.

+

Brad was studying Angel. He knew he had to impress the guy in order to move up in the organization. Angel seemed like a man’s man so he needed to order a man drink because there sure as the hell was nothing virginal about Angel.

“Anyone else?” the waiter asked, staring into the ice blue eyes of the gorgeous blond haired man.

“Yeah, I’ll take a beer,” Brad said

“Same here,” Angel said as he slapped the boy on the ass to send him on his way. “Next time knock before entering, okay, sweet cheeks.”

The waiter winked and swayed his hips provocatively as he walked out the door.

“Let’s get business done so we can enjoy the pleasure,” Marton said licking his lips. “I have special entertainment lined up for us tonight.”

“You always have sex on the mind, Tig,” Angel said with a sneer. “Get your brain out of your pants.”

Angel turned to Brad. “I know it’s hard to believe but he is right: we should get business done. So tell me little about yourself.”

Brad stared Angel right in the eyes. “You should already know everything about me.”

Angel’s eyes narrowed. So Brad’s not a shit shooter. That one point for him, God knows he didn’t have all night talking bullshit.

“I’d rather hear it from you, if you don’t mind.”

Brad had guessed right. This Angel guy wanted it straight, no bullshitting around. He could see it in Angel’s eyes.

“Well I was born in Springfield Oklahoma, 1963”

“Let’s don’t go that far back.” Angel’s eyes narrowed. “We know you were in West Shoreline Penitentiary for six years. Let’s start there.”

“Okay. Nothing special just this guy thought he had a right to touch something that wasn’t his. So I beat the shit out of him and put him in the hospital for two months in a coma. The DA tried to get attempted murder but when the guy woke up, he wouldn’t testify for them. He was afraid that I would come back and finish the job so all they could get me for was aggravated assault.”

“Hate fucking DA’s.” Tig muttered.

“Yeah, they can make things sticky sometimes. So tell me what makes you think your right for our organization?” Angel leaned forward, looking straight into Brad eyes; he had to find out what Brad’s real reason to join their organization was.

“Well, Angel, the truth is I can’t make an honest living. The shit pay a person wants to pay you for a day’s work is a joke. I like nice things and I want to give my woman nice things and your business pays quit well, so I guess what I’m saying is I want to make some real money.”

Angel stared into his eyes, seeing the truth lying within the steel blue orbs. “Well, Brad, we did have you checked out, which you know, and you do have several recommendations for very influential people…”

Just then a knock on the door interrupted Sean sentence. Annoyed, Angel snarled, “Come in.”

The gorgeous black haired boy walked in carrying drinks upon a tray. His tight black shorts and white knee high boots showed off his toned, tan thighs. As he bent down to put the drinks on the table, he spreader his legs a little, making his shorts ride up and show off the lower part of his toned ass cheeks.

Grabbing the boy by the waist, Tig slid him onto his lap so the boy could feel his hard cock. Leaning down, Tig whispered something in the boy’s ear, causing him to giggle. Sliding off Tig’s lap, the boy turned to walk toward the door. Tig gave the boy a sharp little slap on the ass causing him to squeal.

Angel looked at Tig and shook his head. He turned back to Brad when he heard the door close.

“So, Brad, as I was saying, you have several important recommendations from very influential people, but our organization is very careful how we hire people, and recommendations aren’t always enough,” Angel said taking a long slow swallow of his beer.

“Well, Angel, all I can do is tell you straight up: if you’re not interested in my talents then you’re not interested,” Brad said as he made a move to stand up.

“Sit down, Mr. Pitt, you’re not free to leave just yet,” Angel said in a stern voice.

Brad lowered back into the seat. Tension grew thick in the room as they stared each other down.

“Why don’t we take a few minutes to release some stress boys? Tig said, pulling a little vial holding a white powdery substance.

Laying several lines on the table, Tig rolled a hundred dollar bill and leaned down snort up a line.

Then handing the bill to Brad, Tig said “Try it, it’s the best shit.

Brad held the bill limply in his hand, he hated drugs but he was concerned if he didn’t do some he wouldn’t get hired. Making the decision, Brad handed the bill to Angel. “I come for business not to get fucked up. I take my work very seriously, Mr. Tig. So I’ll pass.

Angel looked at Brad, “Your right Brad, we are here for business not to get fucked up.”

Tig just surged his shoulders, “More for me, and my whores.”

As if on cue, the door opened and three gorgeous boys walked in wearing nothing but thongs, their bodies tanned and glistening with oil. Their sensuous movements could turn on even the straightest of men.

As Jared walked around the table, his movements were pure sexual. Lowering his head, Jared’s hair covered his eyes so he could study the blond haired man properly. To his surprise, he found him to be very attractive and fit. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Each boy stood in front of the men at the table. Soft sensual music started played in the background. The three boys started moving slowly to the music. Jared ran his hand over his glistening chest, shifting his hips from side to side. Running his finger over a hard little nub, he pinched it, making it hard in an instant. A low soft moan slipped from between luscious lips. Each boy took one of the men by the hand, pulling them to their feet and walking them toward the couches.

Brad tried to pull his hand from the boy’s grasp but to his surprise the boy was very strong. Not wanting to cause a scene, he just followed the boy and sat on the couch as he was motioned to do. Brad watched the other too men. To him, Tig was like a girl in Macy’s with no credit limit. The man’s eyes were glued to the ass of the young man who was dancing in front of him. Looking over at Angel, Brad saw the exact opposite. His expression looked forced; it seemed he was in Hell rather than the backroom of a club.

As the music pick up speed so did the sweaty young bodies.

Sliding the tip of his finger in his mouth, Jared sucked on it then ran his tongue around it. His lust filled eyes were glued to the blonde in front of him. Jared wanted to fuck this guy bad. He knew he was playing a dangerous game but forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.

Watching Jared out of the corner of his eye, Angel knew he had made the right choice by making Jared do this. The slut did have some good moves. He could kind of see why Vin kept him around. But unfortunately his acting wasn’t convincing anyone. He needed to show Brad that being with other men was okay in this organization, that it wouldn’t be held against you. Angel needed to find out where Brad’s interest lay.

Grabbing his boy by the waist, Angel tugged him over to stand between his legs. Reaching up, Sean tugging down on the thong until it slid to the floor. Sean then wrapped his hand around the semi hard cock in front of him and started stroking it.

The boy leaned over and unzipped the Angels pants. “Rise up, sweetheart, so I can take this off.” The boy smiled seductively at Sean.

Angel raised himself up so the boy could slide his pants down. After a few tugs, the pants were down to his knees. Angel’s cock stood hard against his stomach. The boy licked his lips. Everyone knew that the Angel preferred woman so this was a treat to serving him. Falling to his knees, the boy brought his tongue to the mushroom shaped head of Angel’s cock and started licking it slowly.

Angel had never been so hard in his life. For some reason the looks of this boy turned him on. Such beautiful dark hair and deep dark pools for eyes reminded him of someone.

The boy slid his wet tongue over Angel’s huge cock and then slowly ran his tongue over the slit, making Angel grunt.

So caught up with what Angel was doing, Brad forgot the boy in front of him until gentle fingers slipped beneath his shirt as the other hand start rubbing his cock through his blue jeans.

“No offence to you but I‘m not into guys, So please take your hands off me or I’ll take them off myself,” Brad said in a low, harsh voice.

Jared’s eyes widened a little not used to being turned down. Wetting his lower lip, Jared looked down into the man’s ice blue eyes with a little pout. “Come on, honey, I can make you feel so good if you just give me a chance. You might even like it.” Slowly sliding away from Brad, Jared started dancing again. Slowly turning his back to Brad, he slid his fingers under his g-string and bent over at the waist. Jared spread his legs apart and slowly lowered the piece of material, giving Brad a perfect view of his tight little hole.

Brad heard a loud moan and looked over to see a short blond haired boy riding Tig’s big slick cock. The boy’s head was thrown back as the cock slid all the way in.

Brad then looked over at Angel. The boy was on his knee’s sliding Angel huge cock in between his luscious lips. Angel had his hand in the boy’s hair, pumping his hips. But unlike Tig, Angel’s face was hardened, like he wasn’t enjoying what was being done to him.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s have a little fun,” Jared purred as he slid onto Brad’s lap, trying to undo Brad’s pants and pull out the huge cock he knew lurked in them. “I can make you feel so good, baby, just let me have a little taste.”

Jared’s cock was already hard with pre cum oozing out. No man had ever made him hard like this without even touching him

Brad grabbed Jared’s roaming hand and gave him a little push. “I said no!” Brad shouted.

Angel opened his eyes, looking in the direction where the shout came from. Angel could see Jared was getting nowhere fast. Angel had to smile at the scene. For once the little slut couldn’t turn a man on. It was too funny. Well, that part of the job requirement seemed settled.

“Jared, leave Brad alone if he’s not interested in you,” Angel said with a little snicker in his voice.

Jared’s face reddened a little. He knew he could turn on this guy if he had a little more time. He could get anyone if he really wanted them.

Making one last attempt, Jared straddled Brad’s thighs. Slowly lowering his face, he came but a breath away from Brad’s lips. Slowly running his tongue over his bottom lip, Jared stared into Brad’s eyes. Jared licked both of Brad’s lips with one big swipe of his tongue.

“I want you, baby. I can feel how hard your cock is beneath me. Don’t deny us the pleasure we could bring each other,” Jared said in a seductive whisper, while he ground his ass against the bulge in Brad’s pants.

The boy was very beautiful and for a split second, he thought about plunging his aching cock into the boy’s tight hole. But something in the boy’s eyes stopped him. The boy was a practiced whore, used to getting everything he wanted by his body alone. That was a big turn off for him. He wasn’t into boys or men for that matter. Grabbing both of the boy’s wrists, Brad pinned them at his side.

“Get the hell off me!” Brad yelled.

“Jared, get the hell off him. He’s not interested in your slutty ass,” Angel demanded

“Yes, Angel,” Jared said sliding off his lap and backing away, his eyes glued to Brad. His lust for this blond giant was growing by the minute. He wanted to see if this guy’s dick was big like the rest of him. He would find out, he promised himself. No one said no to him.

The boy’s mouth was leaving wet trail running down Angel’s cock. Angel spread his legs a little wider so his balls could hang freely. Sliding his mouth off Angel’s big wet cock, the boy leaned down and ran his tongue over the hanging balls, sliding first one then the other in his mouth and sucking on them gently.

Angel heard Tig come with a shout. Angel knew his time was nearing so he grabbed the boy by the hair and drew him back up to his leaking head. Angel looked down and saw the dark chocolate eyes staring back up at him and he lost it. Slamming his cock all the way in, Angel whispered only one word: “Orlando.”

Both satiated men got off the couch and straightened their cloths.

Brad was staring out the one-way mirror, trying to come to terms with what he just witnessed. He had to make it look like it was no big deal. He sure in the hell didn’t want to piss off this guy. Their sexual preferences weren’t any of his business.

Angel walked up beside Brad and looked out onto the dance floor then turned to face Brad.

“If we want you, we’ll call you,” Angel said in a dismissing tone.

+

Just like that, Angel was out the door. No backward glances, no goodbyes, nothing.

Brad looked over at Tig to see that he was still engaged in sexual play with his dancer. Looking around he noticed that the other two strippers were gone.

Shaking his head, Brad headed out into the crowded club. He just wanted to get away from this crazy place and go home to his loving wife and beautiful daughter. He just hoped that Angelina would let him in.

Making it to the entrance, he glanced around. Something caught his eye. He noticed the boy that was coming onto him following the Angel guy to the darken alley. Maybe they had something on the side.

Shaking his head, Brad walked toward his car. Several of the local street hookers tried to make advances toward him but with a stern look and cold eyes, they backed away.

Getting into his car, Brad started it up and threw it into gear, tires burning as he raced out of the parking lot and down the street.

‘This was one weird night,’ Brad thought. It made no fucking sense at all. He just hoped he got the job.

TBC.


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