The Twelve Days of Christmas

THE NINTH DAY

Requested by: xBitterSweetxCupcake

Prompt: Russiais poor and he has to sell himself.

                Arthur really had to find out who he kept pissing off to get such shitty assignments.  He was young, yes, but he graduated with top marks at a prestigious school and had worked as an intern in the Prime Minister’s office before taking a job as a British delegate to foreign affairs.  It sounded like a glamorous job originally and yet here he sat drinking cheap beer in a Russian tavern just to avoid going back to his hotel room and moping around all alone.

                A movement at his side gave Arthur pause but the Brit did not look right away.  He knew this tactic, having spent more time than he cared to admit in seedy taverns across the less-desirable countries in Europe.  It was far more effective to wait for a second, pretending to be sipping at his drink oblivious, but his other hand suddenly grabbed the wrist of whoever’s fingers were currently trying to wriggle his wallet free from his pants.  A soft cry emanated from his side, but Arthur was still a little surprised to see a small child, beautiful with violet eyes and silver hair, but certainly no older than seven or eight years old.  Thieves just kept getting younger these days.

Arthur had no intention of dragging the small child to authorities but before he released the boy’s wrist he caught sight of a brand that this time did give him pause.  He knew that mark.  The Brit had visited Russiayears earlier in his younger days and allowed the other delegates to talk him into visiting a brothel where all the women bore this mark.  It was the brand given to prostitutes and women of the night.

…Why in the world was a boy so young given this mark?

 “Child,” Arthur hated his broken Russian but it would get the point across at least, “why have they branded you with this?”

“…I was hungry.”  Such a simple response but Arthur refused to relent, squeezing the little boy’s wrist a little harder to make the child whimper.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I was hungry!  B-But..I didn’t have any money and my parents are d-dead now so…”

                He didn’t know whether the boy was telling the truth or a carefully concocted lie but some things that would cause him to be arrested in Britain were less regulated in this town and heaven help him, Arthur was curious now what pleasures a mere child could offer that would have earned him that brand.  It both sickened and thrilled him at the same time, but Arthur never released the boy’s wrist as he left a few coins on the table for his drink and regarded the small Russian boy again.

                “Are you hungry again?”  The boy was silent as if uncertain whether he had heard Arthur correctly, but the Brit licked his lip and withdrew a few bills from his wallet, holding them tantalizingly where the boy could see but not easily grab and try to escape.  “I asked you a question.”

                Violet eyes seemed uncertain whether this was a trap or a genuine offer but the foreigner looked like he might be into this sort of thing and Ivan was deeply in need of money even if he did prefer pick pocketing over pleasuring men.  The Brit looked like he wanted an answer though, and Ivan chewed his lip for another moment before nodding.

                He didn’t really expect the lavish hotel room that the foreigner took him to nor the offer of a bath and a meal when he arrived, but the boy accepted both without question and once cleaned and with a meal in his belly he was a little more receptive when Arthur drew him close to kiss him for the first time.  There was a definite lack of experience at least where kisses were concerned but that wasn’t really the goal of this evening anyway and the Brit unfastened his pants with far more eagerness for something beyond clumsy kisses.

                The Russian child didn’t seem surprised or taken aback in the least, sinking to his little knees on the carpet between Arthur’s spread legs now dangling over the side of the bed and taking the older man’s shaft between his soft lips for a preliminary suck.  Strange as it was to be hiring a child prostitute in the first place, Arthur was actually reassured immensely that the boy did not seem very experienced at what he was doing and his movements at times were clumsy, scraping his little teeth against the foreigner’s cock on accident and unable to swallow Arthur’s cock in its entirety.  The boy probably did not have any STDs at least if he was so inexperienced.

                There was so much shame or self-hatred to be had in fucking the small child’s mouth over and over again but Arthur pushed those thoughts from his mind and watched in lurid fascination as the boy sucked and licked his shaft over and over in an effort to bring him pleasure.  Maybe there was no realm dark or deep enough in Hell for men that did this but in the privacy of his hotel room in the middle of the night in a foreign land Arthur found he didn’t much care about propriety or morals.  The lips wrapped around him were small and soft as was the hand gripping his cock at the base to hold it steady while the child worked him to a fevered peak.

 He groaned as he came, mildly disappointed that the Russian jerked back after the initial spurt between his lips and didn’t seem either able or inclined to swallow the bitter semen now expelled upon his young cheek in a few sticky strands that clung to his lovely flesh.  Arthur had found his release but the Brit somehow wanted more, grabbing his wallet and tugging free an extra bill to join the three that he had offered the child earlier.

“Swallow it.”  He was near breathless.  How could a mere child be making him so aroused?  “Swallow it and I’ll pay you more.”

The boy didn’t seem overly eager but the promise of extra money seemed to do the trick and Arthur bit back another groan watching the small whore wipe the cum from his cheek shakily and suck the Brit’s semen from his fingers with a thoroughly unhappy look on his face.  Ivan probably hated the taste but money was money and in desperate times in a place like this a man with wealth could get whatever he desired.

Arthur was true to his word, pressing the bills into the child’s hand after cleaning himself up but although the boy seemed eager to leave Arthur couldn’t help but walk him back to the tavern again, crouching down to regard him.

“If you’re hungry again, you can meet me here next weekend.  I will be here at the same time.”

Ivan never said a word, gripping the money tightly in his pocket and running off down the street.