Dana leaned against the light post watching the cars go by. Cars would slow and he thrust his hips out slightly in invitation.
So far tonight he'd already had two takers but at $25 a suck, he wasn't getting anywhere fast. He hadn't been out here in awhile but in the last couple of weeks he'd found himself back on familiar ground. He'd been staying with his brother and his brother's wife but she was pregnant. All Candice's assurances that Dana was welcome and wanted didn't ease his fears and he decided he needed some money for when they grew tired of having him around.
He was good looking though he was unaware of it. He was only 5'8" and had a slim, swimmers build, smooth chest, long black hair and dark, haunted eyes. He had started on the streets young, too young. Now, at 18, he was an old pro and remained unfazed at the groping, grabbing men who stuffed bills in his palm while undoing his jeans. He had fallen into Josh's hands when he first found himself on these streets and while Josh looked out for him, in some ways, he also controlled him and had a habit of taking more than half of what Dana had earned. He supposed that was why he hadn't said anything to anyone when he came back out here, deciding he should work for himself instead.
Instinct told him to turn his head. You didn't survive the streets this long without developing a sixth sense. He looked and felt himself grow cold though he'd half been expecting this since coming back. Walking down the street, towards him, were Josh and Gavin. Both of them had their eyes fixed on him and neither looked happy.
Gavin and Josh had started out as friends, years ago as young boys. They began pimping out boys, dealing drugs and other nefarious dealings while still in their teens. Somewhere in those years they had gone from friends to lovers, probably because they both had the same sick desires for power and control over those who were weaker. Of the two, Josh was certainly the more dominant. While Gavin set terror into the boys on the street, Dana knew full well that he was in love with Josh, would do anything Josh wanted, in fact and Josh was the only person he had ever submitted to. Josh was incredibly good looking, the kind of movie star handsome that caused heads to turn. He was 6'4", broad and muscular with sandy blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a cruel smile. Gavin was slightly smaller at 6'. He was part Native and had jet black hair and tan skin. His eyes, however, were a piercing dark blue, cold and vicious. He too was handsome, but in a different way, in the way where you weren't sure if you wanted him to fuck you, or you wanted to run for your life.
Dana straightened himself up and began to walk down the street in the opposite direction. "Dana!" Gavin yelled, his voice was low and rough. "I swear to Christ if you make me run you're going to be even more sorry!" Josh said, his voice even and silky, making the threat that much more sinister. Dana stopped. He knew there was no use trying to run and he knew too, that it would be much worse for him if he did. What he didn't know was just how bad they intended it to be. Standing in front of him, both men imposing and obviously angry, he tried to feign a smile, "What's up?" He knew damn well what was up but figured he would try and play this one dumb. They did not seem amused.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Josh asked. "Since when do you not work for us?" Gavin added. Dana opened his mouth to reply but the looks on their faces made him keep silent. "You owe us," Josh said in a low voice, "I think you'd better come with us now." Knowing there was no alternative but to follow, Dana went along with him, hopping into the backseat of Josh's car and keeping quiet. They didn't take the usual route to Gavin's place but Dana kept silent. Neither of them was speaking either but the grim smiles on their faces said more than words ever could. Dana wondered if they were actually angry or just enjoying an excuse to flex some muscle.
They drove into a neighborhood Dana didn't recognize and pulled into a driveway, driving the car straight into the garage and bringing the door closed behind them. Gavin and Josh both got out and, deciding he wasn't moving fast enough for their liking, hauled Dana out of the car by his shirt and shoved him into the house. Dana looked around. It was a nice place, nothing too fancy but definitely not cheap. "You got a house?" he asked, surprised.
"We did" Gavin said, smiling faintly. They stepped into a living room. Dana did a quick sweep of the room with his eyes. They were definitely moving up in the world and he wondered faintly how they could afford a place like this. Surely pimping young boys didn't pay this well. He wasn't prepared for the slap that got him square on the cheek and he stumbled slightly, his face stinging and now bearing a red palm print. Josh stood in front of him now, angry and menacing. "What do you think you're doing? You work for us."
