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It seems like his life has hit rock bottom. He thought it couldn't get worse when he was hit with that car and his legs paralyzed for life. Then his mother wanted nothing to do with him as he's a disgrace to the family or something and now the government won't give him any benefits. He's out on the streets, all alone. Worse yet since the accident he's been addicted to morphine to help the pain, so any time he does get money he can't stop himself but using it all to buy drugs.
He sat in a dingy called alley, begging. He hates begging it's just more humiliation but he doesn't have a choice. He cuddles up tighter to his blanket when a girl who looks to be around his age stops in front of him. He's fearful she's just mock him and at worse rob or beat him. "D-do you have any spare change?" He mumbles weakly, hoping she has something, he hasn't had a hit in days. She looks around, it's late at night so the streets are not very busy. She speaks in a hushed tone. "Depends what you can do for it?" He immediately knows what she's asking for, he's not dumb enough to think it's something else, but still a small part of him hopes it is.
"I'm not doing that, fuck off" The thought of selling himself makes him feel sick but some part of his brain knows how desperate he is and he's going to have to do it. His withdrawals are getting bad, he's cold and very hungry. "I'll give you 600?" He freezes at that, he could get a night at a hotel for that. He wouldn't be cold, he could have a shower and maybe something hot to eat. "I-i don't-" he feels like throwing up but if he stays out here he'll get sick. "How about 800 then?" He knows he can't refuse, not at that price.
"Fine" He gives in. He feels filthy, lower than dirt but what choice does he have? She walks into the alley and he crawls behind her. Once they're away from the public eye and behind a skip, she leans against the wall opposite him and speaks again, more confident and demanding. "strip" He starts to take his shirt off, he's always been thin but without easy access to food and a lack of appetite from his addiction it's only got worse. To add to the look he's covered in track marks and scars from his self harm. Her eyes scan over his chest and arms. "You reuse needles?" He feels a little offended by the fact she thinks he's diseased. But the truth was he did all the time but he wasn't about to tell her that even though he was tempted to scare her off. "I'm clean"
He struggles off his trousers and boxers, he can't even look at her, he feels so shameful. "Hmm, not terribly" She says looking at his cock. She's judging him like he's cattle or something, an object, he has to resist the urge to scream at her. Though some part of him appreciates the comment as he's always been quite insecure of his size. "What now?" She walks closer to him "you know how to eat pussy?" He doesn't and the very thought of doing that makes him feel ill, he's thought about it in the past and decided it can't be a fun experience but he guesses he'll find out if his conclusion was right. He nods and watches her take off her underwear from under her skirt. "If you can't make me cum I'm keeping my money"
He nervously crawls over to her, his hands on her thighs and his head under her skirt. Scared of being unable to pleasure her and not getting the money he desperately needs. He starts nervously tonguing her, moving it where he guesses it should go as he tries to remember how it was done in the pornos he's watched. Luckily it doesn't taste too bad. "F-fuck, good job" She says in-between moans. Her reaction tells him he must be doing something right but being told "good job" just makes him feel like a dog doing tricks for their owner. He feels used as her hand grabs his hair and grinds on his face. He's filled with relief when after a few minutes he manages to get her to finish. Her slick going on all his face making him feel gross and cheap. He moves away from her and wipes his face.
He moves to go get dressed again, thankful it's all over when she grabs his shoulder "you think I paid 800 krona to be just eaten out?" He wants to scream, of course they weren't done. Suddenly he feels a hand stroking his cock, he lets out a whimper not expecting the touch. "F-fuck don't" He moans as her finger moves around on his tip, he's addiction and depression killed his libido so he's way more sensitive than he should be. He wanted to argue with her, he wanted to tell her to fuck off but it feels so good and he's probably not going to get a chance like this again in a long time, maybe ever. So he lets her jerk him off, moaning and whining the entire time, trying to act extra good in hopes she'll pay him more. However just as he's going to finish she stops "what? W-why did you stop? Don't stop, bitch" He says, letting his emotions talk for him.
"I don't want to ruin the fun too early" She says mockingly. "And that's no way to talk to a customer" Her voice sounds like nails on a chalk board to him, he hates how much she's enjoying the power dynamic between them and he hates how he can do nothing to stop it. "Sorry, it was the heat of the moment" He muttered, not appreciating the fact he has to apologize to this sicko. "No I don't think that was good enough" she smirks. "Lick my boots" She moves her foot next to his head. "Are you insane?! No that's disgusting!" He wants to smash her head against the floor. He can't stoop that low, he won't. He doesn't think he'd ever recover from that. "Do you want the money or not?" He grits his teeth, the grin on her face only angering him more. He knows he has to do as she says "You're disgusting" He mumbles before licking her boots, trying to touch as little as he could with his tongue in hopes he won't get sick. The dust feels like sandpaper on his tongue. She uses her other foot and puts it onto his head to force him closer to her boot, his right cheek on the cold concrete.
Eventually she's had enough and moves her boots away from him, he feels like he's going to cry but he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction. She uses her boot to force him onto the ground and laying down. She pulls a condom from her pocket and quickly rips it open and puts it on him. He can't believe this is how he's going to lose his virginity. He always wanted to lose it with someone special, hopefully Sophie but now here he was with some random pervert who he doesn't even know the name of. She slowly lowers herself onto him, he feels her walls clench around him and he can't help but moan out. He hates how good it feels, how much he wants it and enjoying it. After a minute waiting for her body to adjust she starts to ride him. He can't help but imagine it's someone else under a different scenario. He's with Sophie, he lives in her warm house and the black day never happened. Imaging Sophie causes him to be overwhelmed with pleasure and cum embarrassingly fast. He's forced out of his pleasure and fantasy when she doesn't stop, continuing to ride him. He quickly gets overstimulated, his body screaming in pain. He wails and starts to struggle. "Stop!-Stop! Please!-" He begs her but she just covers his mouth with her hand and uses the other one to pin his wrist down, riding him at a ruthless pace, only caring about her own pleasure.
Luckily she soon cums, her walls strangling his oversensitive cock. She stays on him for a minute, trying to catch her breath. He tried to talk through her hand, she notices and moves her hand away from him. "You psychopath bitch!" He shouts, he can't stop himself he's basically just been tortured. She smirks and gets off him, not taking him seriously. "You're a disgusting person!" He continues to insult her, she pulls the cash out of her pocket and throws it at him. He feels filthy as he quickly grabs the money, he really just sold himself for 800 krona.