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It's not even been a year since he left the commune. When he'd gone, he hadn't realized how important money was, and now he found himself sorely lacking it. He'd learned a few tricks to getting gold, he could fetch a decent price for plenty of the flowers he saw on his travels with local alchemists, with clever fingers he could nab a coin purse or two, but his latest trick was the one that made the most money, and was probably the easiest to him.
All he has to do is stand on some corner and maybe stick his ass out a bit, and eventually some man will come asking if he's for rent. It usually earns him a hundred or so coins, plus a bed for the night.
He's in Anvil, and the water is just beautiful. He'd spent the day swimming in the nude, his already tan skin darkening in the sun. Now though, he was perched outside The Flowing Bowl. His shorts reach about mid thigh and his shirt is low cut, revealing… nothing, technically. No breasts and no chest hair. His skin is still damp from the ocean, his hair dripping water down his back. It isn't long before a man approaches.
"Well, hello there, little miss," the man says, eye Peri up and down.
Peri doesn't bristle or get upset, he smiles kindly and gently corrects. "Little mister, and hello to you too."
He nods. "Mister, of course, my bad. You for sale then?"
Right to business, just how Perinor prefers it. He nods, smile never wavering. "A hundred pieces and I'm yours for the night." He bats his lashes at the man.
He whistles, his hands in his pockets, rocking back onto his heels. "That's pretty steep."
"The suns still up sir, and I'd be yours till it came back up. That's plenty of time to get your moneys worth," Peri says sweetly, ignoring the fact that most men are out cold after only a couple rounds.
The man seems to think it over for a moment. "How about I pay the ten gold for the room, and give you the remaining ninety?" He asks.
Perinor beams. "Sounds like you've got a deal, sir!"
The two walk into the establishment together and head towards the counter. The man fishes out ten septims, and the innkeeper directs them to their room. The man grabs Peri's hand and practically drags him up the stairs and into the room. He drops the remaining gold onto the nightstand. He turns and pushes Peri into the door, his lips immediately smashing against Perinor's. Peri kisses back for several seconds before turning his head.
"Let me-"
"You said you were mine for the night, so just let me-"
"A spell to sound proof the room! Unless you'd like to get kicked out?" Peri continues over the man's arguing. That seems to calm him and he takes a step back, using the time to undress and flop onto the bed.
Perinor casts the spell, his hands glowing momentarily as he creates a sound barrier along the walls, ensuring they won't be heard. It's a bit dangerous, if he needs to yell for help he has to break the barrier first, but Peri's never need to do that before so he's not all that scared. The man is sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread, his cock hard.
"No one can hear us now?" Perinor nods. "Good, then get out of those fuckin' clothes."
Perinor doesn't argue, instead offering a meek, 'yes, sir,' as he hastily undresses, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor. He goes to kneel but the man stops him, reaching out from his place on the bed, grabbing Peri by the waist and tugging him closer.
"Thought you said you were a 'mister,'" the man says, one of his legs wedging between Peri's own, kicking them further apart, his large calloused hand cupping the entirety of Peri's cunt. He grinds his cocklet into the heel of the man's hand, a quiet moan leaving him.
"I am, sir. What I've got 'tween my legs don't change who I am," Peri explains, voice taking on the breathless quality of arousal.
The man draws his hand back, then slams it back up with a harsh smack, and Perinor lets out a cry.
"Ain't never met a man with a pussy before."
"And now you have," Perinor replies easily.
"Nah, I don't reckon I have. You may call yourself a boy, but you're just a nasty little girl."
Perinor breaks out in a cold sweat. "I'm not," he whines.
The man smacks his cunt again, harder this time, and Peri keens at the pain and pleasure it brings. "You are. No man would go work the corner like you do, that's women's work. And this long, pretty hair? And this wet cunt? Even the sound of your voice, you're a girl, through and through. Now get on your knees for me, like a good girl."
Perinor hesitates for just a moment and the man smacks his cunt again with a loud crack. Peri's knees give out and tears spring from his eyes. He falls to the floor, on his knees between the man's legs.
"That's a good whore, a pretty little slut like you deserves to be on her knees, pleasing real men. Now open that little mouth so I can fuck that tight throat of yours."
A cold wave of humiliation rises up in him, mixing with the white hot feeling of anger and the low simmering heat of arousal. He's not used to people being so dismissive of him, especially not after they'd made a point of correcting themselves. He wouldn't have come here if the man had been upfront about not respecting Peri was a boy, but now that he's here…
Well it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of thinks does it? He'll be leaving Anvil before long, and he's not likely to see this man again, so who really cares what he thinks? The gold is good and Peri loves sucking cock. He just needs to ignore whatever this asshole says. Easy.
He opens his mouth, wrapping his lips around the man's head, sucking him gently, the tip of his tongue teasing the man's slit.
"Fuuuck," he moans, his hands coming up to grab fistfuls of Perinor's wet hair. "What a good little cock sucker you are. Damn, you really are a pretty lass, just keep lookin' at me like that sweetheart. Bat those pretty eyelashes for me."
He rambles a bit more about how pretty Perinor is, makes sure to throw in the word 'girl' a few more times, but eventually he gets bored of Peri's slow pace. He uses the grip on Peri's hair to drag the boy all the way down his shaft, until Peri's nose his smashed into the man's pubic hair. Peri goes along easily, swallowing around the cock in his throat even as his air is shut off.
The man then kicks Peri's legs further apart before shoving his dirty foot between Peri's legs.
"Grind your clit on my leg, bitch," he groans, and Peri obliges, leaning forward to rub his cocklet against the man's shin, moaning at the stimulation it provides. "Yeah, you like that, huh, girly? You wanna pretend that you're a boy but all it takes is a little cock and somethin' to rub your clit on, and you remember your place."
Perinor moans again. Not in agreement, not at all, though he can't deny there's something about the way this man draws out his shame that is arousing. To have something so sensitive poked and prodded at… well it's really no different than one of the Sanguinite's poking and prodding at a nasty purple bruise just to watch him squirm, and he'd enjoyed that plenty, hadn't he?
"Yeah, that's it, fuck, you're bein' such a good girl for me. C'mon, swallow my cock," the man is a talker, that's for sure.
Peri lets him ramble while he swallows and swallows and swallows. When his vision starts to darken he yanks back, so of his hair ripping free, and collects his breath.
"Ah, I'm sorry sweetheart," he says, sounding not sorry at all. "Forgot you had to breathe, you were workin' me over so good."
Perinor nods, doesn't reply, attempts to wrap his mouth around the man's cock once more, but is stopped.
"Poor thing, you want my cock so bad, don't ya?" The man says, voice awfully patronizing. There's a pause, the man wants a reply.
"Yes, sir. Want your cock in my mouth, please," Perinor speaks, voice slightly raspy.
"Aw, and such a polite young lady. Didn't take long to teach you some manners, did it?" He smiles, and it would look kind from anyone else in any other setting. "Tell me you love my cock."
"I love your cock, sir," Peri parrots.
"Now tell me you love grindin' your clit on my leg."
Peri does his best not to grimace, but isn't sure he manages. "I love grinding my tiny clit on your leg, sir. You make my little girl parts feel so good," he says, making up for whatever face he'd pulled.
The man's smile widens. "Tell me you're my good girl."
In a moment, Perinor is transported back to that moment in the grass, behind the dining hall. He's seven years old all over again, being held down, having a cock forced into his cunt for the first time. And that man had demanded the same thing.
Perinor feels vaguely sick to his stomach, his skin breaks out in a cold sweat. He feels as if he's taken a half step out of his own body, floating somewhere between this world and the next. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears, the thundering of his own heart, and not much else. When he speaks, he doesn't hear it so much as feels it, rumbling in his chest and throat, his tongue and lips shaping words he can't hear.
"I'm your good girl."
The man says something, maybe, Peri can't really be sure. His vision is cloudy so he can't try to read his lips, if his lips are moving at all. The man gets impatient, or maybe it was his plan along along, but either way he pulls Peri back onto his cock, and for the first time since he was little, he gags on it. The man doesn't seem to mind, or maybe he likes it, because he does it again, pulling Perinor's head up and down on his cock, using him like little more than a toy. Peri's hips move of their own accord, continuing to grind on the man, but the movement is stiff now, and Peri is too out of it to feel much pleasure.
Time seems to slip by strangely, too fast and too slow all at once. It feels like only seconds, but simultaneously hours when the man finally cums, Peri choking and gagging as the fluid spurts down his throat and fills his mouth. He returns to himself enough to hear the man's moan of bliss, the floats away again for a bit.
When he next returns to himself, he's still on the floor, but the man is standing, dressed. He's about to leave. Perinor looks up at him, and the man pats his head.
"Not half bad, lass," he says, turning towards the door.
"You have until morning?" His confusion making the reminder sound more like a question.
The man laughs. "I can't stay out all night, the wife'd kill me!"
And then he's gone.
Leaving Perinor with only the bitter taste of his seed and bruised knees.