Escape

An eBook By Jade Falconer.

When they arrived back at home after their outing, Derek decided to take Johnny's advice. Jeremy was busy with his guitar, as he always was, so Derek brought his laptop to the couch and curled up in a corner. He pulled up the website and browsed through the listings for New York City. He was surprised at how many there were, especially under the "casual encounters" section. Some of the ads were obnoxious. Some were needy. Some were downright pathetic. But a few of them were quite sexy.

Seeking naughty boy who needs a man to keep him in line. I know your type. You're a dirty little slut who needs to be punished then used like my own personal whore. I know just how to take care of boys like you. I'll tie you to my bed and beat you until your tight little ass is glowing pink and tender, then I'll fuck you hard until you scream.

Derek could only stare at the screen, his cock starting to harden just from reading such a description. He licked his lips and glanced at Jeremy with irritation, then hit reply.

Hi. I'm just about as naughty as they come. Are you serious about what you said in your ad?
Signed, A dirty slut.

"There's some baklava left from the other day, do you want to share it, honey?" Jeremy said, almost right in Derek's ear.

Derek gasped and flinched, then smiled sheepishly. "Oh, no thanks, baby. I'm full from that awesome Indian food." He turned his computer screen just slightly on the pretext of moving it out of the way to kiss Jeremy's cheek again. He shut down his laptop and after watching a little television, they went to bed.

* * * *

The next morning, Derek had a reply in his inbox. His heart was pounding as he saw the subject line. Jeremy had gone out early to do some work at the studio, so he opened it without needing to look over his shoulder.

Hi, slut. Am I serious? Depends on how bad you need it. If you're dirty enough, I'm serious enough. Prove it.

Derek whimpered and reached down between his legs, rubbing himself through his pajama bottoms. He licked his lips and thought about a reply. Finally, he rested his fingers on the keyboard and started to type.

I need it so bad. You have no idea how badly I need to be taught a lesson. I'm hard just reading your e-mails. I'm ready to prove it any time you're ready to fuck me. Name a place and a time.
Eagerly, Your Slut

He paused for a moment before hitting send. Jeremy wouldn't ever have to know. Even just sending these e-mails was more of a thrill than he'd had in weeks.

The reply came back almost immediately.

Oh, you're going to have to work a little harder than that, boy. You say you're hard? Take a pic and e-mail it to me. Just your cock. With your hand wrapped around it. Then we'll talk.

Derek gasped, but smirked at the same time. "You sick fucker," he whispered. Derek glanced around the room and spotted his digital camera...

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