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"Open the door!”
No answer.
“I said open the damn door!”
One swift kick sent the door crashing inward, the cheap lock giving way. When the young man rushed into the residence, he saw such a scene.
Inside, the room was chaos. Camera tangled with selfie sticks, children's food, pink socks, and a few fairy wands (even the damn Elsa's skirt) were scattered across the floor.
The young man rolled his eyes, "Get out." He kicked the couch in anger, sending it scraping across the floor with a groan. “Stop hiding.”
No answer.
His patience was wearing thin, "Where are you? I told you to FUCKING GET OUT!" He said, with a bulging pistol in his pocket, "I guess you think the 50,000 dollars you owed from Old John can be settled like this?” His voice dropped, cold and sharp.
"... Please," A voice showed up.
Jason raised his head and looked at the corner. A figure stepped hesitantly into the dim light.
It was a man with fiery red hair, naked from the waist up, hands raised in a gesture of surrender.
Jason thought carefully about the the information he got, "...So... it's you, Harper.” He said slowly, taking a step closer.
Ginger, 25 years old, with a circular Navajo tattoo spiraled across his left bicep.
Roy William Harper.
A young single father, with a 5-year-old daughter, now being Jason's key debt collection target.
"…What's your name? Who are you?" Roy swallowed hard, tried not to expose his panic,"I've never seen you before."
"You don't need to know," Jason replied coldly, kicking over a chair with his boot. He leaned in, his voice low and dangerous, “All you need to know is that I’m your new creditor."
"John asked me to deliver the message — your account is going to collections, which means..."he announced,"You owe me now."
"Please keep your voice down," Roy said quietly, his eyes darting toward the next room "My daughter is sleeping..."
"A man with a young daughter, living in such a garbage dump?" Jason sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Addicted to painkillers? Huh?” Jason’s eyes narrowed. “You call this responsible parenting?”"
“--Knocking up some woman, having a child at 19 when you could barely take care of yourself, indulged in drugs, irresponsibly leaving her to grown in this nightmare."
"You are such a scum." Jason's voice was tinged with anger.
The red-haired man lowered his head.
Roy’s lips trembled. "...Please, I will pay you back."
“You've got money for cameras, for pills, but not to move your kid to a better place?" He stepped closer, his presence suffocating, "With so many excuses, do you want me to kick your ass?"
"I rent them..."The redhead shook his head weakly, "Please give me some time..."
"Maybe I should smash all your things. It won't be difficult to find a normal job, right?"
"No——" Roy looked worried, "I’m working two jobs at the same time, I just need more to help me pay off my debts and bills..."
Jason looked around and took a step back, his foot stepped on a remote control, and the TV suddenly flickered to life, filling the room with sound.
There was a panting sound from the TV, but it could still be heard unmistakably that it was the ginger in front of him.
Jason turned his head and looked at the video on the TV.
The redhead was masturbating.
To be fair, from Jason's perspective, Roy had modest muscles and adorable love handles.
He's not bad-looking at all.
Jason kept staring, regardless of Roy's awkwardness.
The man trembled on the screen, voice raised up, nipples flushing an unexpected shade of flush. His entire body quaking as waves of pleasure surged through him, one after another.
Jason whistled.
"You are really a pervert, don't you."
Roy crouched, scrambling to picked up the remote control from the ground, desperately trying to turn off it. But the young man stepped on his hands.
Jason's boots were pressing hard, and the redhead frowned in pain.
"...You plan to make money by filming this shit?" He sneered, "How? With your amateur and clumsy... skills, how much do you think you can sell it for?"
Roy didn't answer, face flushed with humiliation.
"You let your child live in such a miserable environment." Jason pissed,"and whoring yourself out for scraps?”
The redhead looked hurt, "Please keep your voice down," he over his voice, "My girl is sleeping."
"You mention the child at this time?" Jason said sarcastically, "You are unconscious because of taking drugs, and then you rely on these useless things to pay back the money. I think you deserve to be sent to some drug rehabilitation, and then let the child be taken away by the social workers."
The redhead rushed over in fear, "No--"
"Sir... give me a chance," Roy said, "I will pay it back as soon as I can, at least I can get 2,000 next week."
"Using this shit? You owe me 50,000."
"I will pay it back."Roy said quickly, face flushed because of shame,"Just give me some time."
Jason stared at him for a long moment. Then, with a sigh, he released Roy’s hand and took a step back.
Roy began to rummage through the boxes on the ground, "I can pay a part of it..." he said, "I can give you 400 dollars today..."
Jason sighed, unhappy.
Roy opened the drawer, only for it to come off its hinges with a loud sound. A
dildo mixed with some vibrators rolled out from it.
Jason rolled his eyes.
"... I guess this is your so called business?" he said, "You use this to raise your child?"
Roy's face grew warm, didn't dare to say anything.
"You fucking whore."
"I just..." the man lowered voice, awkwardly, "I have to raise my child."
"Stop using your child as an excuse! Raising her is just a cover to your pathetic life, isn't it??" Jason hissed, "Guys like you make me sick."
Jason grabbed the redhead's wrist and threw him onto the sofa.
"... Don't you want to make money?" Jason continued with anger and pain, at the same time a thin, haunting image of a woman appeared in front of him, "This so-called-porn you made is obviously a trash. It’s not worth a dime"
"Let me show you how it's done."
Jason rode on Roy - the redhead's upper body was naked, he was thin, with subtle muscles, and his tattoos were trembling while he moved.
Roy began to struggle.
"Keep going," Jason said, "Let your daughter hear it."
The redhead’s face twisted with despair.
"Is this what you want?" Roy asked, his fiery red hair scattered across the sofa. "I can do this, just please, give me some time."
Jason’s gaze lingered on Roy’s red hair, and hesitated for a bit.
"Take off your clothes."
Roy took off his own pants, pulling them down further, until they were pooled around knees.
Jason just looked.
"What do you want?"Roy asked.
Jason felt the weight of his pockets, he paused for a moment, then pulled a revolver from his own pocket.
He grazed the blackened muzzle over the man's abdominal muscle, and erect nipples.
Roy shuddered and gulped.
Jason put down that revolver and reached out to picke up the camera cracked screen from the floor beside him.
Jason reached out and picked up the camera cracked screen from the floor beside him.
"Anything you ask…” Roy muttered.
Roy's pants were pulled down, and he was breathing heavily.
Jason touched Roy’s chest, fingers teasing with his hardening nipples.
Roy can't breathed.
Young man took up the camera.
Jason first shot of Roy's tattoo on his lower abdomen, and then took out Roy dick from the underwear.
A pale and medium cock almost devoid of color. Jason rubbed it. He continued to move down and saw the small wet folds under Roy's penis at the perineum.
A pussy.
Jason frowned.
"So this is your selling point?" He scoffed, pointing the camera there, "That's how you plan to sell yourself?"
"I don't mean to."
"Show your pussy to thousands of people..."
"Seeing how much they pay to fuck some slut like you."
Roy closed his eyes in despair, "I... I was born like this."
Jason's fingers grazed the soft, pink folds, its edges slightly curled and.
Young man's neatly trimmed nails traced along it with deliberate care.
Roy groaned, his body trembling beneath the touch.
Jason felt himself hard, as if something was slowly collapsing. He drew in a deep breath, his mouth dry and his throat tight. Biting down on his lower lip, he slowly slid a finger inside that hot channel and thrust it .
The red-haired man twisted his pussy sensitively, blubbered, "Oh... fuck."
Jason feeling it start to get wet and messy.
Jason could heard his own heart beat.
More.
He thought.
The rimming was getting faster and faster.
Roy dodged his lower body, legs went weak.
Jason curved his finger inside and that made Roy gasped and whimpered loudly.
"Shhh!"young man slapped on the pussy, which made Roy contracted fiercely and spit out a stream of juice. Roy covered his eyes with his arms and sobbed.
"You are so lewd…lewd and steamy," Jason pointed the camera there, shooting of the trembling and contracting blushed folds, which was shining brightly with liquid, "It wet so quickly."
"... Sorry." Roy apologized with shame and self-hatred.
"So you're going to sell this for money," Jason sneered, "In such a dirty environment, with junk everywhere, you think you can make a good price? What a whore."
The redhead choked, "I'll clean it up..." he moaned, "I'll do it well, please don't say anything."
"Shut up!" Jason hummed, "Concentrate on being a willingly slut.
The redhead bit his lower lip.
Jason’s cock got really really hard.
His hand was stirring in that little pussy, and he rubbed his thumb on the clit, hooking up a touch of thick juice, and the smell of sex spread.
Roy's chest was trembling, and if Jason had paid attention at the time, he could notice the breastfeeding marks.
But Jason didn't.
He pointed the camera there, the rosy pussy was trembling and leaking juice, and then the camera tilted downward slightly, capturing the outline of his own tension pressing against his pants.
Roy was clearly nervous, tried to express resistance, but he raised his ass, presenting those sticky wet folds to the camera like a whore.
Wet and juicy.
Jason suddenly wanted to taste what it felt like.
He put the camera aside, lowered his head, and breathed in the smell.
Wet, salty, steamy.
Maybe he was a little too obsessed, Jason thought.
Ravished it.
Jason let out a soft hum.
Roy visibly shuddered and started to cry.
Jason became thirsty and lower his head sucked on Roy's clit.
"... God... please..." Roy cried out, "... stop filming..."
"Aren't you determined to be a whore?" Young man took a small bite, and the redhead's voice trembled, "You will let anyone eat your pussy, right?"
"Without me, how many people do you think are eager to have a taste of you pussy? You crave it, don’t you?"
"... No..." Roy trembled and panted, "I... I used to be... my daughter was... my ex..."
"Your ex entrusted you with her child, and this is how you’re raising her?" Jason parted his mouth over those soft folds and started to lap at it.
Roy shifted, parting his pale thighs wider to gat a faster pace.
"Stop making excuses. You’re the worst kind of father," He bit the rosy clit in punishment and his nose filling with the scent of Roy's vaginal fluid, "Drug abuse, racking up debt, then ending up a whore, huh? What’s next? What won’t you do..."
"Look how messy you are, you look so aroused."
Roy's moaning getting more and more high-pitched, he closed his eyes clearly feeling shamed.
"You cheap, dirty slut."
Roy struggled, but was pressed hard on his lower abdomen and leaned against the sofa.
The young man bit his folds and clits hard, which made older man trembled violently. The young man inserted two fingers into the pussy full of water. The redhead rolled his eyes, trembled, and his squirting juice sprayed everywhere.
Jason added another finger to push into wet cunt, thrusting in and out.
The fingers kept going in and out quickly, the young man's mouth sucked and licked the wet folds and used teeth to tease that weak clit.
Roy gasped in response, totally broken down by pleasure.
Every tap to his folds made his cunt flutter around Jason's mouth.
His pussy trembled and squirted as if there was no end.
Roy's voice was weak.
Jason couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his head, and his face was full of the smell of juice and sex.
Normally Jason wouldn't fuck someone randomly, but this time his dick was hard as hell. He thought of many people, Catherine's thin cheeks due to drugs, and Willis Todd's hysterical appearance when he came to his house to search for money.
"Shit." He cursed.
Jason reached out to grab the camera and let the camera continue to film Roy.
Roy used arm to covered his face, tattoo trembling.
Jason hissed when he freed his cock and the cold air hit it.
He wanted to thrust into somewhere hot and wet.
Jason then began using the pink pussy.
Jason used his dripping cock teasing that puffy pussy and pressed his shaft against those wet folds without entering into that cunt.
Roy whimpered in pleasure, twisted his ass, almost fucking himself onto that cock.
"Slut."Jason slapped that clit.
Roy gasped and keened.
Jason's tip slid twice on the pussy, juicy damped the hard cock. Jason closed his eyes, began to thrust in to that wet and hot folds, he pull out more and slam back in harder.
Roy groaned, pussy stretched, legs shaking, he was fucked out totally.
Jason thrust deeper into the hot inner walls.
The redhead moaned loud, strong electricity was sent up to his cunt.
Jason massaged Roy's clit, then takes a hold of Roy’s hard, leaking cock.
"No--" Roy twist, afraid of coming easily with a shiver,"Di--" but the last word was swallowed.
Jason put his hands onto the Roy's waist("Nice love handle, he thought.") and thrust his cock quick and hard, letting his thick cock enter the deepest place grinding against those sweet points.
The folds wrapped smoothly and tight around his cock, and the liquid kept flowing out.
Roy cried out, and his pussy contracted, tightly wrapped around the cock, and sprayed a lot.
"You love this, don't you?"Jason said, "You hopeless junkie."
"No...please..."Roy's ego smashed into pieces,"Please I am trying to..."
"What a shame you can't even sell yourself for a good price, you cheap whore."Young man said. In that moment, he seemed to drift away from the scene before him. In a daze, it was as if he could see his younger self, helplessly begging Catherine wake up and quit using.
FUCK.
Jason thought.
Roy's juice gushing out, he squirmed even more, he gasped and keened as the pleasure peaked.
The young man groaned and came inside.
Jason slammed all the way inside and kept spurting on every corner of that abused and hopeless cunt.
Roy's covering his face, thighs kept shaking.
-
Jason put on his clothes and counted the money in his hand.
"Can you leave me 20 bucks?" Roy asked, "I want to buy some oatmeal for my daughter."
Jason didn't say anything, he left 100.
"If you use it to buy drugs, I will beat you up and throw you in a dumpster" he said.
"I won’t."
Jason picked up the camera, he hesitated a bit.
The redhead's action stopped, not daring to breathe.
"Here," Jason said with a hand in his pocket. "Sell it however you want."
"...I will edit it. It won't show your face."
"I don't care."
Roy hesitated, looked at the young man, clearly made up his mind.
He said,"...I gave birth to her, I mean my daughter. I got pregnant when I was 19. I was working three jobs at the same time, but I had an accident on my way home. And my arm…” Roy lower his voice, "That’s how I got hooked on painkillers."
"I swear I'm trying to quit... I go to support groups every week, but I can't go to rehab because I'm afraid they'll take my girl away."
"I promise I'll get through it. The health insurance denied my claim so I owed too much medical bills."
"I'll slowly paying it back... My arm makes me not fit for long-term physical labor..."
"So you want to make money by filming…this stuff."
"Please... This is my only way out. I still need to pay the bills and childcare..."
"I love my daughter so much. I can’t imagine her life without me... I told her that her..fath...mother is far away and she really needs me... She can't be taken away by social workers..."
Roy looked embarrassed. He tried to sit up. His underwear was twisted into small strips, and the flushed ravished folds was a little turned outward, revealing a trace of cum.
Jason kept his face cold, but his heart had begun to waver and soften.
"Take the money back." Jason’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but his tone remained hard. He threw the cash back.
At the same time, a small card was sticking out of the young man's pocket.
It was his student card.
Roy saw it.
"Are you a student at Gotham University?" Roy asked in shock.
"How old are you?"Roy asked with shock,"21?22?"
Actually, 20.
Jason thought.
“Old enough.” the young man’s jaw tightened.
The redhead was a little stunned.
"Pay me back next time."
Roy looked at him confusedly.
"Shut up," the young man said, “Don’t ask questions.”
"Where can I find you?" Roy asked."I still owe you."
Jason’s steel-blue eyes met his. He hesitated a moment and gave his dormitory address.
“And when you show up,” Jason added, “bring that camera. You’ll need it.”
With that, young man disappeared into the night.
TBC