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"You’re a very pretty boy," Smith told him. "Have you ever taken money for being so pretty?" "I...no," Hunter said. The question confused him a little. He’d been offered plenty of free drinks and gifts from his admirers, and he’d generally accepted them. Generally the gifts were quite expensive. Was that what Smith meant? "Answer properly." "No, master," Hunter said. "I mean, I’m not sure I understand." "It’s perfectly simple," Smith said. "But I’ll pardon your stupidity this once. Have you ever accepted money from men in exchange for having sex with them?" Oh. Smith was asking if he were a hustler. "No, sir," he said meekly. "I’ve never done anything like that." He wasn’t quite sure if the few times he had allowed his benefactors to suck his cock after giving him an expensive watch or pair of shoes counted. But he’d never openly solicited money for sex, that was true enough. "I see." Smith sat back down on the couch. "You could quite a bit of money, you know. Lots of boys do, and most are much less good-looking than you are. With proper management, you could bring in a great deal of money - for yourself and your manager." The ice-cube Hunter was using on his balls had melted to a sliver. He wondered if Smith wanted him to get another one from the glass and start again, but the older man gave no indication of that. He rubbed the sliver between his fingers until it disappeared entirely, thinking furiously the whole time. So Smith wanted to be his pimp, not just his master. The idea was no less exciting, but it made him nervous. "You wouldn’t even have to have sex with them, as such," Smith went on, his voice growing smooth and soothing. "You could play games with them, much the same sort we’re playing now." "But you’re my master," Hunter said petulantly. "So I am. And so I shall always be, so long as it pleases me. We’re talking about my putting a slave to use, for my benefit and for his. I have a group of clients already who are very interested in you." "Master...?" Hunter asked, wide-eyed. "How did they..." "I’ve been watching you for a while now, long before I ever approached you," Smith told him. "I’ve pointed you out to these men in the clubs, and they’re quite willing to give us large sums of money for the privilege of using your body. Enough to allow you to quit your job and live in rather extraordinary luxury. All I have to do is make a single phone-call, and we can get started this very evening." Hunter hesitated. He saw himself serving some other man, a man who’d watched him and wanted him enough to pay for him. And he saw money. He saw himself giving the bank the kiss-off. He saw himself walking with his master through the grounds of exclusive resorts, dressed in the best clothes, retiring to their room for the evening for wildly exciting sexual games... But still, he was nervous. "None of these men are maniacs," Smith told him. He leaned forward on the couch and stroked Hunter’s long blonde hair. "They’re all gentle, and highly-cultivated. I give you my word they won’t hurt you. None are particularly bad-looking, either." He smiled a little. "I know that matters a great deal to handsome young men like yourself." Hunter inclined his head as Smith stroked him. "Do I have to decide tonight?" he whispered. "Can’t you and I just have fun first and then..." "My clients have already waited for some time," Smith said. "The decision must be made to tonight. Now. If you decide you can’t, then you’re free to go. You’ll never see me or hear from me again. I’m a businessman, you see. I have no time to indulge in profitless dalliances." "If I say yes," Hunter said desperately. "Can we...you and I...before I go see this man?" Smith smiled. "I won’t let you come. That privilege must be available to your client, should he want it. But I’ll give you a few pleasures to tide you over. I’m very good at that sort of thing, I assure you." Hunter took a deep breath. "I’ll do it," he said.
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