"Nathan, what do you have planned for tonight?" Asche asked as he tapped on the keys of his laptop. He was in the middle of typing up an assignment that was due in the next two days but he was eager to get it done by that night.

"I'm going to meet up with a business associate tonight. We're going to discuss a few business plans over drinks. I won't be long and when I get back, I'm fucking you just the way you like it." He promised, leaning down to kiss Asche on his forehead after shrugging on his leather jacket.

Asche pouted but he understood that this was bread in Nathan's mouth and he didn't want to deprive him of it with his selfish desires. "Please hurry back. I really wanted to spend time with you tonight."

"Oh, babe, I'll be back before you know it." He kissed Asche on the lips and caressed his cheeks. "Be all sexy for me when I get back." He grinned, his blue eyes simmering with lust.

Asche sat cross-legged on his full-sized bed, wearing a t-shirt and boxer-briefs. He nodded, cracking a smile at the promise of his boyfriend coming back to have passionate sex with him.

Nathan left and Asche took his time to finish his work, signing off his laptop and placing it on top of his dresser.

He cleaned up and showered, making sure to get in bed naked, deciding not to let clothes get in his way. He needed Nathan urgently and his body ached for his masterful touch.

Asche met Nathan a few months ago at a bar where most gays gathered. Nathan had been alone when Asche took a seat beside him. He had just fucked a woman's husband senseless a few minutes ago and he craved a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He always needed a drink after he fucked married men and for the entire day, that's what he did.

He was on his third shot when Nathan spoke to him.

"Had a rough day?" Nathan asked casually.

Asche turned his head to the handsome blonde sitting beside him who stared at him with inquisitive eyes.

"Literally." His response was curt, then he downed the remnants of his liquor, sitting the glass on the counter with a contented sigh.

"A guy like you having a rough day is unbelievable. Was it a hard day at work?" He asked and Asche narrowed his eyes at him in irritation.

"I don't have to look like prince charming to not have a horrible, fucked up day at work. Ugly and beautiful people live fucked up lives and I'm one of them. I'm a prostitute by the way. Wanna buy some ass?" Asche said blatantly, signaling for the bartender to give him another shot.

Nathan gaped at him, not expecting such a blunt response.

"Don't pretend like you don't wanna ram my ass into tomorrow. I saw the way you were looking at me and if this wasn't a public place, I would have spread my legs quite eagerly for you to fuck me right here like the dirty slut I am." Asche laughed, eyeing Nathan avidly.

"Why are you selling yourself? And why would you call yourself a slut?" Nathan questioned, puzzled by Asche's behavior.

"I toss my ass like a salad for a living. What am I called? A slut. I fuck the richest guys out there, engaging in threesomes. What do you call a person like that? A whore. I'd rather stick to the truth. I've realized I've been surrounded by lies my entire life that the truth doesn't really fucking hurt anymore. It's the lies that do. I'm Asche by the way. Remember my name just in case your cock is itching for a good fuck. I'll leave my number with you if you want. I have an appointment in the next few minutes by the way." He took out a pen from his pocket that he kept on him sometimes and wrote it down on Nathan's palm who gazed up at him as if he were an apparition.

"See ya," Asche slipped off the barstool and left the bar.

Nathan called that night, his interest piqued by the young prostitute.

As the days and weeks flowed by, they spoke over the phone or met up in person to chill at the bar or to even have lunch or dinner at a local restaurant. Asche felt a sense of deja-vu for some odd reason, but he ignored the signs as he fell for Nathan's charms.

Nathan empowered Asche. He told him all the right things. He catered to his needs, he gave Asche all of the affection he craved. He even gained Asche's trust to the point where he slept at Asche's apartment for days upon days. Asche told him about his attack a year before and Nathan held him as he cried tears of agony.

Asche became comfortable with him. He cared deeply for Nathan, the blue-eyed savior that made him feel wanted, that made him felt loved.

He even slowed down on selling his body. He contemplated stopping entirely but that was his huge source of income. Nathan didn't make as much as he did. He worked two jobs but it didn't come as close to what Asche raked up in a day.

Nathan asked to borrow money on several occasions and Asche lent it with no problems. He felt the need to dote on Nathan. He sincerely cared for him.

But his naivety caused him a lot and he found out in a devastating way after Nathan came back home, fucked him so deliciously to sleep and left in the wee hours of the morning, taking his credit cards and wallet. He took everything.

At first, Asche was heartbroken but it was immediately replaced by fury. Nathan fucked him over! After all, he told him. The betrayal, the rape, the everything! Nathan opened a wound he thought was healing greatly. He was left to bleed profusely.

He didn't see Nathan ever again and he hoped to never set eyes on him because if he did, he would surely kill him.

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