BYMW, Ambroise

The minute you walked in the joint,
I could see you were a man of distinction,
a real big spender.


The first touch of lips was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure to coil tight in the pit of my core, a soft moan leaving those deep red lips that were so ardently caressed by an almost matching set. My arms wrapped around the man’s shoulders and with my train of thought as messed up as it was, I was not in the slightest capable of any action even slightly rational. No, I was begging for more and the only thing that had been done was this first kiss. Exquisite in its own right, it wasn’t exactly often I got kissed, no. In my line of work, you never get kissed.

In my line of work, I always had to content myself to just a slight gentle touch, when everything all was just a blur of pain, pleasure and abuse. Now, of course I am forgetting to mention those darling restraints which everyone seemed so adamant on using. What was it about a young male body that made everyone want to hurt you, test your limits? Truly, what made married men run from their families into the arms of a simple harlot? It was interesting, intriguing from so many points of views that I could not believe my luck when I had gotten one of the richest and most influential men drop into my lap. Of course, it was I who had dropped into his lap, but it wasn’t as if I had pushed myself at him.

I had merely used suave seduction.


Good looking, so refined,
say, wouldn’t you like to know
what’s on my mind?


This one is different.

His lips are so soft on mine, not wanting to hurt but to draw me in and keep there. And his eyes? Oh, they are beautiful, a deep stormy hazel. Is there even that kind of eye color? It is uncanny how he finds every single spot on my body, teasing me into a mewling, pleading mess of male that can’t wait to be pounded into sweet oblivion. I know my parents would have turned in their graves if they had seen my most wanton display and for once, I was quite glad that they were six feet under.

Oh god, he’s stroking my thighs and kissing me with a mounting passion and there is little that I can do to stop the loud moan from leaving my lips. I hate being this weak especially since he found my most erogenous zones in such a small span of time that I was almost ashamed of myself. Though this was the moment in which he started nibbling a soft trail along my skin, removing every single piece of clothing in the way of that wonderful mouth till he latched onto one dusky nipple, sucking and licking for all I was worth. The sound that left my lips was nothing short of a cry, something completely wordless and primal. I couldn’t contain the wonderful feeling without expressing it to the world in some way and this time, I chose the most vocal of ways.

I cannot let myself get this distracted and soon enough, I have your tie off and the buttons of your shirt open and I am busy on your trousers. I am truly glad you do not like buttons, for they are so difficult to undo and I need the action quickly, because I have been craving this for a while. Oh, I’ve noticed you coming to the club. I’ve seen you sitting there, sipping for rum and cola, watching the dancers and I’ve seen the lust shining in your eyes. But you never made a move, until this night.*

And you chose the one with most experience.


So, let me get right to the point,
I don’t pop my cork for ev’ry guy I see.
Hey big spender, spend a little time with me.


He soon has my clothes off and I am sweating, begging and pleading for more. His hands are so gentle and what was his name? Jared? That name should ring a bell but I am oblivious and I do not care, for his lips are tormenting my skin and I am fully naked, aroused and willing. I need more, more, more! But he is slow and he teases. The only wrong thing he does is talk to me. He whispers and promises wonderful things that I know will never be true. He murmurs such sweet nonsense that I cannot stop myself from grabbing onto his shoulders just a bit tighter. I want to believe him but I know I shouldn’t. It would be foolish if I did. He cannot be speaking the truth, but oh, his moans are still so sweet when I wrap my fingers around his length.

Does he even know my thoughts are not even remotely professional? He would be truly horrified if he could read my mind.


Do you wanna have fun?
How’s about a few laughs?
I can show you a good time,
do you wanna have fun?


You aren’t supposed to get attached to a client.
You aren’t supposed to let them prepare you.
You aren’t supposed to find them attractive.
You aren’t allowed to let them take you bareback.
They say I am the pro.

Because even when I am troubled, my lips work on your length, my hands tease your heavy sac and I am pleasing you, for I hear your deep groans. Have you no idea what you do to me? Do you not know that you are truly wonderful, so pure. You are rich, I know you are and so I cannot fathom why on earth you would be here with me. There is nothing here but a used body and a tired mind. But you cherish this body, you make me feel so good. You almost make me forget all the others and all the scars.

You forget one thing when you are preparing me. I don’t need the lube, there was someone else before me but I don’t say a thing. Maybe it’s because you make this feel so good, so unique and you’re kissing me again. Oh God, but you are kissing me. It’s as if you wish to own me, but that is something completely impossible. I am bound by so many contracts and all of them end with either me being thrown out or killed. You have no idea what I have gotten myself into. You have no idea how much I regret everything that I have done.


What did you say you are?

How’s about a…
I could give you a…
Are you ready for…
How would you like a…
Let me show you a…


“In me!”
I cannot believe that that is my voice, crying out in such a desperate way as you do not cease teasing me with fingers, lips and touches. But then you thrust in and I am in heaven and forget everything. All that I can feel is the burning heat, the longing for something real. And you are showing me real, what it could be, what I could have had if I had waited for you. If I had not been blinded by my debts, if I had just survived the streets for a little bit more.

Oh yes, I knew you before. We were brothers, remember this? But now, we do not look alike at all. Now, you look down at me and only see a slut. But you are loving me, making me forget and that makes me feel so good. I want to thank you, I want to plead for you to end my pain but I know that would only worry you. You’ve always worried too much, it’s amusing, when I care of nothing that I do. I am afraid to tell you, Jared, that you have come too late. There is nothing to salvage and somewhere deep down, I know you know it, too.

I should not be thinking of this, I should only be thinking of you.

For a few blissful moments, you are all I see as you hit that spot deep inside of me and you make me cry out and see stars. If I weren’t what I was, I could have said that I love you. But instead, I beg for more.


Hey big spender,
the minute you walked in the joint,
I could see you were a man of distinction.
A real big spender.


“Ambroise, what are you saying?”
“Ally, you’re an idiot to have come. You know Alex wouldn’t approve,” I reply. Alexis and Alexandre, my identical twin big brothers. Now they’re trying to save me, but they just don’t understand that it’s too late. They can’t save anything just through the phone.
“… you’ve met up with Jared again, haven’t you?”
I hang up.


Good looking, so refined.
Say, wouldn’t you like to know
what’s going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point,
I don’t pop my cork for ev’ry guy I see.


Jared. You’re here again and all I can notice are your eyes and your lips as you tell me you own me now. I don’t understand you. I never wanted to be owned by you, can’t you see? I’m tired, I just want to be free! But now I’m in your golden cage. You’re holding me there and there’s little I can do but take it. My collar and cuffs are of gold, my leash of deep black leather. They say I look beautiful. I do not reply, I just blush in my shame and do not even try getting away from the question fingers.

I should have listened to my brother’s. I had escaped from Jared once, but it seemed that now I was stuck.


Hey big spender!
Spend a little time with me.
Fun… laugh… good times!
How about a palsy?
Yeah.