Supply and Demand

Supply and Demand

Chapter 6

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to Lisa my beta. This chapter Carlos continues his education in BDSM and Alex makes a confession.

Alex's P.O.V.

We were in Carlos's room, laughing and eating left over pizza.

Erik, Carlos's little brother was with us and we were all playing Madden. Carlos's room was small, messy like any teen's. It was littered with clothes and sports magazines. The walls were a light blue color that made the room seem more friendly.

Erik was a good kid. He was seven years old and like all seven year olds, he was wild and full of energy. He looked a lot like Carlos, which was a given seeing how they were brothers. His hair was messier though, and he had more baby fat on his face. But I already knew when he grew up and got taller and filled out, he would be a knock-out like his brother.

Hopefully things will be different for him by then. Hopefully he will still be living with his family and he won't have to sell his body for money.

I knew he loved his brother a lot. Every time he looked at Carlos, it was with admiration and love. Every time he scored on the game he would point at the T.V and say "Did you see that Carlos?"

Carlos would smile with pride and ruffle Erik's hair, and I would smile at them both. I admit I felt a little envy for them. Times like this made me wish I had a brother.

Dad had tons of girlfriends over the years, but they all soon realized what a scoundrel he was and then they would leave him. I can't complain too much though, it was bad enough I had to deal with dad's addiction, I can't imagine someone else having to deal with it too.

I felt my phone vibrate so I pulled it out of my pocket and saw I had a text message. I opened it and saw it was from Uncle Rufus.

Hey cracker, Rebecca is ready when u are. Bring ur bitch down here when u are, but make sure u call first.(

"Hey Carlos, remember those planes we made for your lessons?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he said cautiously. He looked at Erik who was too busy playing Madden to notice us. As if I would talk about business in front of his brother.

"Well they are ready when we are. Tomorrow after school?" I asked.

"I have practice tomorrow," he said.

"I will pick you up," I said.

"Alright, I'll let my ma know," he said.

Thirty minutes later I decided to leave. Erik actually hugged me and asked me to come back again; he said I was a lot of fun.

Mrs. Santiago hugged me and gave me some extra slices of pizza. Carlos walked me out to my car, I regretted having to leave. I didn't have a lot of friends; I was mostly a loner. But hanging out with Carlos and seeing how he lived and his family, it was fun. Of course I could also be feeling my crush for him.

"So tomorrow I'm going to learn how to be a big dominant man, huh? It will be easy as pie," he said with a smirk.

"You are so cocky," I said.

"What do you expect? With a cock as big as mine."

We both laughed.

"So I take it you're okay with this now?" I asked.

"How can I not be? I make great money and have great sex. I had some issues at first, but I am so over them now."

"How has the bill's been?" I asked.

"Good. Still a ways to go but I am making small payments at a time. I am trying not to pay it all at once and not get my ma ma suspicious of where I am getting all this money from."

"Make sure she doesn't suspect anything. Bad enough Shrub is sniffing around, I don't need your mom getting suspicious too," I said.

"Don't worry, ma ma trusts me; she wouldn't think I would ever do something like this. She would think I am stealing money before she thought I was selling myself."

We got to the truck and I unlocked the door. "What are you going to do about Shrub? Can't you get a restraining order against her?"

"I told you, we already tried that," I said.

"So what are we going to do? We can't have her watching us."

"No, we can't. Don't worry I will think of something. Two things I got from my dad, is cunning and a good instinct of self-preservation."

I got in the truck and rolled down the window so we could talk.

"If she approaches you just tell her we're friends, don't give her any reason to think we're up to anything."

He got a nervous look on his face. "You think she'll try and take me in for questioning?"

"She has no right to. Wouldn't surprise me if she did try and talk to you. She's part of the reason why I don't have as many friends as I used to."

"What do you mean?"

"Bitch kept on questioning me in front of my friends and asking them questions about me and my dad. Their parents told them to stay away from me."

"And she got away with all this?"

"She's a cop, my dad is a well known peddler. Who will people believe?"

"Good point."

I started the engine and buckled up. "I will pick you up tomorrow, let your mom know."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He backed up and I drove off.

I saw him in the rear view mirror watching me drive off. I hit the corner and he disappeared from my sight. I drove home; I kept on checking my mirrors, expecting to see Shrub tailing me or something.

I had not seen her for so long I had hoped she finally decided to leave us the hell alone. But I guess she was waiting for us to drop our guard; hoping to catch us off guard. I had no idea what I was going to do about her. She was a cop, what could I do?

I got home and after I placed all the gear in the garage I closed the door and walked inside. Dad was in the kitchen, reading the paper. I could smell the faint smell of grease and saw the pan in the sink.

"Alex, there you are buddy," dad said. "I was getting worried."

"Sorry, I was over at Carlos's," I said.

"You hungry? I made some burgers, yours is in the microwave."

"Thanks, but Mrs. Santiago fed me pizza, I brought home some extra."

"Pizza and burgers, sounds good to me."

I got two plates and fried up the pizza and the burger. Dad got us some drinks, a soda for me and a beer for himself.

We were eating in silence when he cleared his throat. "Well good news, I got us ten thousand dollars."

"What? How?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't worry, I didn't gamble," he said waving his arms. "I called some old friends that owe me some favors and managed to pull in the cash. Work has been going good too. We keep this up I am sure we will be able to pay Rossini the money I owe. Uncle Rufus even donated a few thousand to the cause."

I got a little nervous.

"You told him?" I asked, trying to sound surprised.

"Had to, these are desperate times. Let me tell you, he tore me a new hole."

I smiled but tried not to seem too happy. Uncle Rufus had not given dad a hint of what I was doing. When I saw him tomorrow I was going to thank him.

"Hey Alex, listen um...you know that money I had saved for you for when you got to college?"

My smile faded.

"Well I had to take some out."

"How much?"

"One hundred-thousand."

"What!" I shouted, "Dad, that's half my college money right there!"

He winced when I yelled at him. "I know, I am sorry but we can worry about that later. We need the money Alex."

"Yeah well, we wouldn't need the money if you would get your shit together."

I got up, not bothering to finish my food.

"Alex, where are you going?"

"Bed, I have school tomorrow. And work, mustn't forget that because now I am going to have to bust my ass at everything now."

I headed for my room and locked the door. I was so mad I wanted to punch something. I changed into my night gear and went straight to bed. I turned the lights off and laid there in bed, trying to sleep but I was too angry.

I had two thousand dollars in the account dad made for my college money. I know it was a necessity but that doesn't mean I have to like it. That was supposed to be my money that was supposed to help me in life, not help pay off dad's gambling debts.

Then again, if we get through all this I could use Carlos to help refill the money dad took out.

I instantly berated myself for such thoughts. Once I got the money I needed to pay off Rossini I was done. I was only doing this to save my ass; I wasn't going to exploit Carlos any more than I had to.

The front of my head kept on saying that, but there was a little voice in the back of my head that kept the idea that with Carlos working for me, money wouldn't be much of a problem. The amount of money he was making was very good. I still had another year to go before I had to worry about college. If I kept Carlos working, I would probably have more than enough money to send the both of us to college.

In fact...maybe that was how I could get Carlos to keep working for me.

He said he wanted to go to college. His only hope was that football scholarship. But if that didn't work out, then there were other options.

After all he was enjoying himself. All the ass he was getting and the money he was getting for it.

I sighed and rolled over. No, college was a problem I did not need Carlos for. I was just trying to find an excuse to keep Carlos with me. Once we pay everything we owe, we will both quit and chances are we won't be talking again.

I did not like that idea at all.

Carlos's P.O.V.:

I rammed into Peter and soon found myself flat on my ass.

We were practicing after school and I landed the unlucky spot of blocking Peter. That was like a rhino trying to block an elephant.

Peter's face appeared above mine. "You okay Carlos?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm okay," I said.

Peter helped me up and I saw Kitch running with the ball in his hand and some of the others trying to chase after him. They failed and Kitch scored a goal.

The coach blew his whistle. "Alright boys, good game, hit the showers, that's all for today."

I took off my helmet and wiped the sweat from my face. It was a hot, sunny, cloudless day. We weren't even allowed the grace of a nice breeze to help us cool down. We all got something to drink before we hit the showers. Everyone was talking about the upcoming game we had in a few weeks.

"Man no way we can lose, with Kitch and Peter we'll win for sure," Chris was saying.

"Yeah, you saw how Peter knocked Carlos on his ass," Dustin said with a smirk.

"Well, sorry I'm not built like a bulldozer," I said with a smirk.

We all made our way to the locker rooms, happy and giddy, knowing that we had the next game won hands down. After we all got showered up the guys made planes to go hang out but I told them I had work.

"Dude, come on, you always have to work," Chris said. "We're going to the beach to surf, when was the last time you surfed?"

"I have to work; I have a family to support," I said.

"Dude, you are like a broken record."

I ignored him and finished dressing. We all walked out of the school into the parking lot. I saw Alex in his car reading a book. I said good bye to the others and started walking over to his car. He was so engrossed in his book he didn't see me coming. I gently rapped the window with my knuckles.

Alex jumped in his seat, his head shot to the window, his eyes were wide with shock. I laughed and he scowled when he saw it was me. He rolled down the window, glaring at me. "What the hell!"

"Sorry, should have been paying attention though," I said.

I walked around and tossed my stuff in the back. "So how was practice?" Alex asked.

"Great, got my ass knocked down by Peter a bunch of times though, I am going to be sore later."

"Not too sore to go to your BDSM lesson I hope?"

"You kidding? I wouldn't miss that shit for the world," I said with a grin.

"I just bet you wouldn't," he said with a smirk.

We drove off, heading for Rufus's apartment complex. Alex was telling me how his dad used his college money to help pay for his debt. "Dude I am so sorry," I said.

"I know these are desperate times and all, but that was my money, and it was supposed to help me in life and he had to go and waste it."

"At least you still have a hundred-thousand left," I said.

"Yeah, but the whole situation just blows man. I should be worrying about my tests, or if some...girl likes me or not. I shouldn't be worrying about shit like this."

"I can't complain about it too much," I said, "best damn job I ever had."

"Of course not, you got the best part," he smirked.

"Come on, I'm sure you could get some money yourself if you wanted," I said.

He was attractive enough, I was sure if he wanted he could find a couple of customers himself who would pay good money for some time with him.

He just smiled and shook his head. "Thanks Carlos, but like I said before, you're the cash cow. I'm content with just being the pimp. Let's face it, compared to me you're the one everyone wants. They will pay more money for you than me."

"Now come on, don't sell yourself out, I have heard some girls talk about how good- looking you are."

"Really?" he asked surprised.

"Really. But you're so quiet and such a loner. They're too afraid to talk to you."

"I prefer to stick to myself. I used to have more friends when I was younger, but Shrub scared them all off."

"Shit, sorry," I said feeling bad.

"It's okay." he was silent for a while. The air in the car was tense and uncomfortable. I felt like I had crossed a line but Alex was too nice to say anything.

I was about to say something when he spoke again. "Look Carlos...if I was able to do this myself I would. See I lied when I said it was only because of your looks. I can't do this without you because I'm unable to be with a woman."

"What? Why? Do you have a medical condition?" I asked.

"No...I'm gay."

A very long and quiet pause followed this statement.

"Say something Carlos," he said.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"Anything; I need to know how this is going to affect us," he said.

"Us?" I asked a little uncomfortable.

"Our relationship; our business relationship."

"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked angrily. "Why are you telling me this now instead of before?"

"Because I was afraid it would affect your choice, I didn't want you to freak out and it was none of your business to be frank."

"I think it is my business if I'm going to be working with a fag!"

Alex slammed on the brakes and the tires skidded as we slid to a stop. Cars honked angrily behind us as we made this sudden stop and the sounds of angry car drivers filled the air. Some flipped us the bird as they drove past. Alex drove onto the corner to let them pass.

"Dude what the fuck!" I shouted.

"Look, I'm sorry if me liking guys makes you feel uncomfortable. But I need you to set aside your homophobia and grow up. In case you forgot, I have a psychotic gambler or loan shark or whatever the fuck Rossini is, threatening to make my dad watch as he has his goons rip me apart, and you have the IRS breathing down your neck and social services threatening to take your brother. I have to worry about Shrub now and the last thing I need is you acting like a prick because you don't like fags,which by the way, I can say because I am one. So either shut the fuck up and deal with it, or get the fuck out of my car right now and walk your ass back home. Your choice."

I said nothing. Like I was really going to walk home.

"Alright then." he started the car back up and we continued to drive back to Rufus's.

I was feeling pissed and angry now. I had nothing against homos. I hadn't meant to call him a fag, but it just slipped out.

I thought I knew him, but I was wrong. I mean, it all makes sense now. No wonder he was so awkward around girls and all those times I made sex jokes and he had those funny looks on his face. Man I am such a fucking moron.

Was that the real reason why he chose me? Was he hoping to use me to sell to his gay friends or something?

"So why are you telling me this now?" I asked him.

He glanced at me. "Well, I didn't feel right. I mean I feel bad you're doing all the work and I didn't want to keep lying to you about this. I mean we are both in some dangerous waters now and I feel if we are to trust one another, we need to be honest with one another."

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "Look, I'm sorry for calling you a fag. It just threw me off alright...you don't still have that picture of my dick do you?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, remember. I need it for the customers."

"You don't...look at it for a turn on do you?"

"Oh for God's sake! You are good-looking Carlos, but I have better things to do than look at your cock all day."

"Why not? My cock isn't good enough?"

He looked at me with his mouth hanging open. "What? One minute you're pissed I'm gay, now you are pissed I'm not gay enough to ogle your prick?"

"I'm not pissed, just the way you said it like it wasn't something good to look at," I said.

He laughed.. "My God your ego is amazing."

"Only thing bigger than my cock," I smiled.

We both laughed.

"So...are we cool?" he asked.

"Yeah, we're cool. I'm sorry for flipping out. I don't have anything against you people."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "What do you mean 'you people'?" he asked.

"Oh shit, sorry, I didn't mean-"

He broke out into laughter. "I'm just messing with you."

"Dick," I said, punching him on the shoulder.

"Listen, could you not tell anyone at school?" he asked seriously.

"Sure. Does anyone else know?" I asked.

"You and uncle Rufus. I'm kind of in the closet right now. Not even my dad knows and I don't want to tell him, especially not right now," he said.

"Sure. I won't tell anyone," I said.

"Thanks. I hope this doesn't make you not want to hang out with me; I had fun last night at your place. It's been a while since I have just had fun like that," he said.

"Of course not. It might take me a while to get used to but, we're still friends."

"I'm glad," he said.

We settled into a comfortable silence as we drove to Rufus's. I was still surprised Alex was gay. I mean he didn't look or act gay. He didn't walk or talk like some of the homos at our school. I never saw him hang out with any of them, to my knowledge he never went to any of those after school meetings they all had.

I had to wonder why he didn't come out to the whole school? I mean there were plenty of queers at our school. Our school was one of those schools that has large ethnic and social groups. It wasn't like he would be the only gay guy at school; he would be just one of many. Him coming out would barely even be noticed. It wasn't like he was super popular.

I had to wonder if he felt lonely. Like he said, he didn't have many friends. He didn't really get out much.

Then I realized he couldn't have friends. His dad's addiction had caused so many problems for his life. Maybe he preferred not to have friends because he was embarrassed. Lord knows I am embarrassed about my dad. I hated it if someone even brought him up.

I had to compare my dad to Alex's. Sure he loved his son, unlike my old man who split on his wife and three sons. But Stefan's addiction was taking its toll on Alex. Would I want people to know what a compulsive gambler my dad was? How alone and isolated would I feel if I kept to myself, and had to deal with all that shit by myself?

In that moment I realized I had inadvertently become not only his worker, but his best friend. What was the point of keeping secrets between a whore and his pimp?

Was Alex so desperate for a friend he was willing to spill his secrets to me?

Wouldn't I if I was in his shoes?

Alex's P.O.V.:

"Where in the hell have you been cracker!" Uncle Rufus growled as he opened the door.

"Sorry, we had some...issues on the way here," I said.

I can't believe I just came out to Carlos! What the hell was I thinking! I don't even know why I told him. I just made up some bullshit excuse to tell him why I told him the truth.

I was more than happy to let him do the hard work; I wasn't bothered by it at all. But when I told him, it felt like a weight was lifted off my chest. It was the same feeling I had when Uncle Rufus figured out I was gay. Like I didn't have to hide who I was anymore.

I always have to be so careful at school. Careful not to let people know I was gay. Dumb considering we had an LGBT club. That means lesbian, gay, bi and transgender for those of you who don't know.

So why did I stay in the closet? Because I don't know how dad would react. It seems like any kind of pressure causes him to go and gamble. He was always harping on me about finding a girlfriend and going on about going to college and getting married and having kids.

What would he do when he found out his son was gay and he wouldn't be having anyone continue the Kingston name? What would he do when he found out I was gay?

I would rather not think about it.

I have had to deal with dad's shit all my life; I have had to help him clean up his messes and had to deal with that bitch Shrub. I had no friends to talk to, the one's I hung out with at school were more acquaintances then friends. The kind of people you talk to, but you do not tell them your personal shit. They were the kind of people I could depend on for companionship and a good time, but not the shoulder you need to lean on.

What can I say, I was lonely as hell and Carlos was the only one I knew I could talk to without fear of him telling anyone. Why would he? I wasn't the only one with secrets after all.

We walked inside and Rufus closed the door behind us. "Damn kids, I got better shit to do then wait for you to show up," he grumbled.

Rebecca was waiting for us in the living room again. She had a friend with her this time. She got up and greeted me. Giving me a hug, then she walked over to Carlos and kissed him full on the lips. "Hey handsome, ready to play?" she asked.

"Don't you know it," he said.

"Renee, come," Rebecca said to the girl.

She had light coffee colored skin, black hair and brown eyes. She was waifish and petite. She looked like a little china doll and even though I was into guys I had to admit she was very beautiful. Renee walked over to Carlos and Rebecca. Her steps were elegant, yet timid. She looked a little nervous but she had a pretty smile as she walked forward.

"This is my partner Renee," Rebecca said introducing them.

"Partner?" Carlos asked gently shaking Renee's hand.

"Yes, were girlfriends," Rebecca said.

"Girlfriends? But you're a-"

"So?"

"But is she a client or a co-worker?" Carlos asked.

"Neither. She is my girlfriend."

"Don't you have an issue with Rebecca's profession?" Carlos asked Renee.

Renee shook her head. "I love her," she said. Her voice was musical and gentle. "What she does is business. What we have is much different."

She smiled warmly at Rebecca who smiled back lovingly. I could tell from the looks in their eyes, they really did love one another.

"So you don't mind her fucking other guys?" Carlos asked.

"I don't fuck men, I dominate them but no sex," Rebecca said.

"Oh, okay," Carlos said shrugging.

"Okay then, let's go back to my place."

Rebecca took Renee's hand and Carlos followed them. "See you soon," he said to me.

"Later," I said.

The door closed and Uncle Rufus laughed. "Boy has no idea what he is in for. Rebecca has been wanting to watch Renee be topped by a man for a while now. Them two girls is something else."

"Renee is a very beautiful girl," I said.

"Hell yeah she is, Rebecca hit the jack pot with her. Rebecca doesn't do men, but Renee is bi. Sometimes she helps Rebecca top men who want some sex to go with the slap and tickle. But Rebecca only does the BDSM; she lets Renee do the sexing for her."

"Weird arrangement," I said.

"Tell me about it. You never see that with black women; too territorial to share shit. Come on cracker, I'll get you some soda."

"I have a name you know," I said annoyed.

"Alex, cracker, same thing."

I sighed and followed him into the kitchen. "And in other news, I came out to Carlos on the way over."

Uncle Rufus slammed his fridge shut and glared at me. "I know you don't mean you told him you're queer!" he growled.

I looked at my feet. "Kind of," I muttered.

"Ah hell boy, what is wrong with you? You trying to drive away your ticket to freedom?"

"Well, he was asking why I don't sell myself, he said he thought I could make some money too and I decided to just go ahead and tell him. I mean he's a whore; who is he to judge?"

"Damn it boy, you're letting your feelings get in the way. You're getting close to him and that is a dumb thing to do."

"We are in the same boat."

"No, your boat is a lot shittier than his. Your life is on the line kid, he can bounce back on his feet; you can't. What if he decides to quit and threatens to use this info? What if he decides if you won't let him quit, he'll tell everyone you're a homo?"

"Then I tell people he's a whore," I said.

"Stupid, you do that he can blow you out of the water too. You are his pimp."

I hadn't thought of that. Suddenly I was wishing I had a time machine and could go back an hour ago.

"Shit!" I cursed.

"Yeah."

"But we're being real friendly; he invited me over to his house last night and we hung out," I said.

He smacked his forehead with his hand. "You don't know him well enough. I don't care if he is inviting you over for cakes and pies with his kin. You cannot afford one little slip!"

"I'm sorry, I just felt like I could trust him."

"Well, now you have to make extra sure you can sweet talk him into keep working for you kid. Have you been buying him little treats?"

"Really haven't had the time," I said.

"Well you better find the time. You need to start trying to keep him working for you as best you can, because if he leaves you now before you can get the money you need, you're dead."

"He knows my situation. He isn't going to leave me."

"You sure about that? You willing to risk your life an your daddy's life?"

I had no answer to that. I mean I don't know Carlos that well, what guarantee do I have he won't leave me? Uncle Rufus was right; I may have just fucked myself on this.

Carlos' P.O.V.:

Once again I found myself in Rebecca's room.

Renee sat on the bed in front of Rebecca and I. Rebecca did not dress in her gear this time.

"So, if you are into girls, why did you jack me off?" I asked.

"I do a little oral or hand but I don't let them stick it in me," she said.

"So you let your girlfriend do the penetrating for you?"

"Hey, don't complain, you'll be doing her soon yourself. Ever had a black girl before?"

"No."

"Well you will today. Now today you will learn how to properly top someone."

"I was once a client of Rebecca's. I hired her to top me and we really hit it off. Let me tell you, you have found a real good teacher," Renee said.

"Thanks baby. Now like I said before, the key ingredient to this is trust. Before you play you must be sure to set up rules, boundaries. So you don't go too far and hurt your client. Some may like pain but everyone has a limit; you must know what the limit is so you do not cross it. So ask Renee questions. What she likes and doesn't like, don't forget to make a safe word."

She backed up leaving me to work. I looked at the smiling Renee. She was really pretty.; all delicate and curvy. She looked so fragile, like she should have the words fragile tattooed on her head.

But if she was into bondage, she can't be too fragile. The way she was looking at me was the same look Karen, Caroline and Claire gave me. Lust, desire, anticipation, soon to be replaced with intense euphoria and satisfaction.

"So, what do you like?" I asked.

"Well, I like dirty talk, I like being tied up, gagged, blindfolded, I like being spanked; I like being choked."

So much for delicate.

I sat down next to her. "So, do you like having your breasts roughly grabbed?" I asked.

She nodded her head.

I brought my hand up and placed it on her right breast and began to slowly but very firmly knead it. "A little harder," she said.

I added pressure and she smiled. I could feel her breast. I placed my free hand on her back so I could feel her breast more easily. She leaned her head back as I used my hands to feel her back and massage her tit. I looked at her slender neck and wanted to feel it on my lips.

I leaned forward and began to suckle on her neck.

"Good, make sure you arouse her enough, so when you begin to get rougher she has enough endorphins," Rebecca said.

I moved up her neck and whispered in her ear. "Say stop when it gets too much, okay?" I said.

She nodded and I got up. "Want to see the goods?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Be more aggressive with her. Make her remember you are the master in this," Rebecca said.

"Do you want to see the goods...bitch?" I said more roughly to Renee.

"Yes," she said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes master."

I felt a streak of dark pleasure run through my body at her calling me master. I thought of the things she will be doing soon, begging me and pleading me to fuck her. The more I thought about it the more it made me hard.

I brought my hands to the bottom of my shirt and gently tugged. I pulled it out from my jeans and slowly pulled it over my head. I tossed it to the side and ran my hands over my abs.

Renee's eyes followed my hands as they ran over my stomach. Like all the others, she too was drawn to my amazing six-pack.

I stretched my arms, flexing my muscles and pecs. I then trailed my hands down my sides until I reached my jeans. I gently tugged them down until the top of my briefs was exposed.

"You want to see more?" I asked her.

"Yes master," she said with a smile.

"Well, what's in it for me?" I asked.

"I will do anything you want," she said.

"Really? Well since I am shirtless, let's make it even. Take off your shirt and bra. I want to see your tits."

She pulled off her shirt and I saw she was wearing a white lacy bra, that make her skin seem more white. She took her bra off and tossed it to the side.

"Now, be a good girl and play with them for me."

She placed her hands on her breasts and began to tickle and twist her nipples. She cupped her tits and began to squeeze them. She had a good pair of size-C breasts.

Rebecca was silent, I wondered if I was doing a good job that I didn't need advice or she was too busy watching her lover play with herself.

I walked forward to the bed until my knees touched the edge. "Do you want to feel my abs? "I asked.

"Yes master, they are really lovely," she said.

"Then come over here and lick them," I said.

"That's right, make her come to you. You are the master, she does what you want," I heard Rebecca say. Her voice sounded huskier than usual.

Renee got on her hands and knees and crawled over to me. She was so close to my gut I could feel her gentle breath on my skin.

She rubbed her cheek against me, like a cat does when it wants attention. Her skin was soft like silk. I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard enough so her face was against my skin. "Lick it," I ordered.

Her breathing deepened and her eyes got glossy. She stuck her tongue out and licked my abs. First a single lick, then a second one was longer.

I held her hair and every so often I would tug it when I wanted her to lick lower or felt a lick was taking too long. The feeling of her soft, wet tongue sent shivers down my body and made me cock harder. My underwear was starting to get tight to an uncomfortable point, and I knew I was going to have to move forward soon.

"That's good, take control. Let her know you are in charge," Rebecca said.

I jerked her head up so she was looking at me. "You like being choked right?"

"Yes master," Renee answered.

"How would you like to choke on my cock?"

"I would love that master."

I let her go and unzipped my jeans. I pulled them down. Her eyes widened when she saw the large bulge in the front of my underwear. I hooked my thumbs into them and very slowly and teasingly I pulled them down until they were at my knees.

I was firm and hard, and as soon as it got free, my cock slapped my stomach, standing at attention. Renee's eyes got huge and her mouth fell open into a small oh, of surprise. I had this image of that small mouth wrapped around my dick and I was so eager to see it come true.

I cocked my finger at her in a come hither motion and she crawled back over. I grabbed the back of her hair again, and with my free hand grabbed my dick and pointed it straight at her mouth. "Open up," I said.

She opened her mouth and I guided my cock into her waiting mouth. Her mouth was wet and warm and felt wonderful.

I gave her a few moments to get used to the first few inches, then I pushed a few more inches in. She gagged a little and it felt good. I pulled out and she gasped for breath.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Yes master, I love choking on your monster cock," she said.

"Good, now start sucking again," I ordered.

I didn't wait for her to move, I jerked her head forward again and she took my cock once again. I didn't let her use her hands. I liked jerking her head up and down on my prick. She went as fast or as slow as I let her and knowing I could do that, made me feel a savage sense of pleasure.

Sometimes, I would shove my dick in as far as I could until I felt it hit the back of her throat. I would leave it back there, feeling her muscles clench around it as she gagged around it. It felt wonderful. I now understood why guys like to get deep throated by girls, if this is what it felt like, it was amazing!

Finally, I pulled her off and she moaned. She was staring at my cock with a look of want and need. She was missing the feel of it in her mouth; I could see it in her eyes.

I looked over at Rebecca who was watching us with lustful eyes. She was biting the nail of her finger in the way that women do when they are thinking naughty thoughts.

"I want to fuck her," I said.

Rebecca looked at me and smiled. "Are you asking me for permission?"

"I want to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock, I want to hear her moan my name as I ram into her, I want to feel her hands rip my shoulders as I pound into her. I want to fuck her."

"I wasn't planning on actual sex for this lesson," she said.

"Please, please I want him to fuck me. I want him inside me; he's so fucking huge he'll stretch me out!" Renee begged Rebecca.

She stuck her tongue out and licked the head of my cock. I jerked her head back harshly and glared at her. "I didn't say you could lick it bitch!" I growled.

"Please, I need to fuck, I am so fucking wet right now; I need a cock."

"You need a cock? Funny, from the company you keep I didn't think you liked dick. You tired of pussy? Do you need some dick to get you off?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes, please, fuck me, please, I beg you, I want to fuck!"

I looked over to Rebecca who looked pleased. "Well since you are doing such a good job I will let you fuck her. But let's not tell Alex."

I thought of Alex and what he might think if he knew I fucked a girl and didn't get paid for it. I didn't care. Fuck Alex. I was going to fuck, and if he didn't like it so what. He didn't even like pussy, so he couldn't understand what it was like to have a girl sucking on your pole and what it can do to you.

"Toss me some cuffs," I said.

Rebecca reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of padded cuffs and tossed them to me. "Get to the top of the bed," I ordered Renee.

She quickly went to the top of the bed. I cuffed her hands to the bed post. I then ran a hand possessively over her chest. I got on the bed and placed my knees on either side of her so I was straddling her chest. I was careful not to put too much weight on her.

I placed my cock right between her breasts. My skin looked more tan when compared to her lightly, coffee colored skin. She was black, but her skin had the kind of color you get from mixing some white into the gene pool. Her face also showed a softness and smoothness one gets from having some white relatives.

I grabbed her tits and pushed them against my dick. I slid it in and out, slowly tit fucking her. When I pushed it in between her tits, she would lick the tip of my head. Then I would pull back. Her skin felt wonderful against mine. I had to wonder is she worked at a massage parlor. With her small delicate hands and smooth skin she would be wonderful at it.

As I tit fucked her, pre-cum began to leak out from the head, putting a small coating over her breasts, adding some lube and making it easier to fuck her rack.

I pulled back and got up. I roughly pulled her pants off. I saw her panties were wet. I grinned and tore them off. She was completely shaved, not a single pubic hair covered her groin. I felt along the slit and the front of her groin. I didn't feel a single hair.

As I played with her pussy lips she moaned in pleasure and writhed on the bed. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her juices from my fingers.

I saw Rebecca reach into her nightstand and pull out a condom. She handed me it and I nodded a thanks to her. I had almost forgotten about that. Wouldn't be good for me to forget and nine months from now have a little surprise born.

I mentally chided myself for this mistake. I had to be more careful. Last thing I needed was getting a client knocked up with my kid. Although a part of me thought the idea of knocking some rich white woman up, and having her idiot rich husband raise it, funny.

I shook my head of those kinds of thoughts. That was the kind of shit my dad would think of, I was not my dad; I did not dodge responsibility.

I opened the condom packet, took out the condom and rolled it over my dick.

I positioned myself at her entrance and pulled her legs over my shoulders, giving them little kisses at the ankles. I placed the tip of my head at her entrance.

"Tease her a little, make her want you so bad she cries from need," Rebecca said from behind me.

I slid my head up and down Renee's pussy lips; her juices flowed out. I rubbed the entire of my length on her lips. Her breathing had gotten stronger and a sheen of sweat coated her face and chest.

"Do you want it?" I asked.

"Yes master."

I pulled my length off her and she whimpered. "Beg," I said.

"Please, please master, put your dick in me; fuck me."

"How do you want to be fucked?"

"Hard, rough."

"It will hurt."

"I don't care; I want to feel that monster going in and out of me. I don't want gentle, I want rough."

I placed my head at her entrance. "You want it rough?" I asked.

"Yes, give it to me rough and hard. Don't be slow or gentle, please!"

"As you wish."

I thrust forward suddenly. She screamed in both pain and pleasure, as my cock filled her up. She was tight; I was thinking I should have loosened her up a little before I did this. But then she screamed through gritted teeth. "God yes, fill my pussy up with that cock!"

The look on her face was one of both pain and pleasure. I realized then that although she looked fragile, she did not break easily. She was one of those people that loved pain, I could see it in her eyes, I knew I was hurting her; she was too small and I was too big, and I had thrust in to quick and hard to cause anything but more pain then pleasure.

But her face showed as much pleasure as pain.

"Please, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed.

I had stopped when she screamed the first time. But after she begged me, I began to thrust in and out of her quick and hard, just as she wanted.

I gripped her legs and pounded into her with wild abandon. The sound of wet skin slapping against one another filled the room. My hips moved in a blur of motion. I didn't care if her moans were of pain or pleasure; all that mattered now was my own pleasure, my own need to fuck.

If she felt good that was great, but now I wanted to make myself feel good, I cared not if it hurt her now. Once again Alejandro was in control, and Carlos was in the back of my head.

All that mattered now was sex. No strings attached, just the need for release, for pleasure, for satisfaction. I had found a dark part of my mind I was barely aware of now. But these little lessons with Rebecca, made me dig deeper into that part then I ever had before.

This would have never happened with my previous girlfriends. They liked to be spanked but they did not like to choke on cock or be called bitch.

I also had to be so careful with them, my size made it really easy to hurt them. But now that I had found someone who embraced pain, I had no limits. I could fuck her as hard as I wanted, without fear of consequence, and it was liberating for me.

Sweat trailed down my face and stomach and dripped onto her. I grunted as my hips burned from the speed as I thrust into her.

The sounds of her sweet shrills filled the room which each thrust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming! Shit, I'm cumming!"

I felt her muscles clench around me, and a bunch of fluid came shooting from her vagina, hitting my chest and my neck. The sight of fluid gushing from her twat was odd, but arousing at the same time. I felt the pressure begin to build in my balls, and I pulled out and ripped the condom off. I began to jerk off, and a few seconds later my junk came flying out, covering her breasts.

About seven shots later, her mounds were covered in semen. They looked like two chocolate cakes sprinkled with white frosting.

I wiped the sweat from my face. Renee was breathing heavily, her chest rose and fell. My seed flowed down her breasts like water running down a rock.

Rebecca walked forward, her face flushed. She extended her hand to Renee's groin, rubbed her finger along her lips, put her finger to her face and examined it. There was some blood mixed with her cum.

"Shit!" I cursed.

I looked at my hand I used to take the condom off with, and saw there was a smear of blood on it.

"Oh God, I am so sorry!"

My high was quickly fading, slowly being replaced by a cold trickle of fear. Had I gone too far? Had she said the safe word some time during our fuck? Why didn't Rebecca stop me?

"This is part of the lesson Carlos. The dominant is always in control. Even from himself. They must be careful they do not lose themselves to their lust, or accidents can happen," Rebecca said.

"I am so sorry I di-"

She cut me off. "I know; it's okay. Renee should have used the safe word, but she has a thing for pain." She gave Renee a stern look.

"I like pain, what can I say," Renee said with a smile.

"Sometimes the sub won't use the safe word, even when they should. That is another reason why you must always control yourself Carlos. So you can see when you have reached a limit."

"I'm so sorry." I repeated. "I didn't mean to hurt her."

"It's okay; I liked it," Renee said.

"Will she be okay? Will she have to see a doctor?" I asked.

"No, she'll be a bit sore for a few days, but she'll be fine," Rebecca said.

"Best few days of my life," Renee moaned, as she tried to sit up.

Rebecca helped her up. "You can be a real idiot sometimes, you know?"

"Oh please, I saw you; you were this close to fingering yourself."

Rebecca blushed. "You wait, as soon as you are back on your feet; I am knocking you back down."

Renee kissed her on the cheek. "You do know any punishment for me is a reward, right?"

Rebecca sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me."

They kissed again, this time on the lips. It was so odd. I just got done fucking her raw and here she was kissing and making ga ga eyes at Rebecca. You could see they were in love. It was like Claire and Alaric all over again.

I got dressed and left Renee with Rebecca. I offered to stay and help but they needed some alone time. I apologized to Renee and she just laughed and said she was fine.

I got dressed and headed upstairs. I knocked on Rufus's door and he let me in. Alex was sitting on the couch waiting for me; he had his cell in his hand.

"How did it go?" he asked not taking his eyes off the cell.

"Great; got a little rough with Renee."

"You didn't hurt her, did you?

"No. But she won't be walking for a few days," I smirked.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Well, I hope you didn't spend too much energy. You're working tonight."

"Sweet, I'm game."

"Good, I just got a text from Karen. You're stripping tonight for a room full of horny girls, and if what she just sent me is true, you're going to be the main attraction for an orgy of horny women."

Fusedtwilight: Next chapter Carlos has group sex. Please review.