Ivygate - Part 5

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He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. It had been two days since his meeting with Reginald, and not a second had gone by where he hadn’t thought about it. In his bedside locker, a cheque for one million dollars, and downstairs, his little brother was complaining of hunger.

It sounded like some sort of crazy fantasy. Like it had been constructed in someone’s mind, and couldn’t possibly be a real thing. An exotic island, thousands of miles away from any form of civilisation, on which sat an old manor? To even begin to believe it was borderline insanity. Yet, he had already confirmed the legitimacy of the cheque, and at any moment, he could cash it and become a millionaire. Doing so, of course, would instantly confirm his willingness to spend the entire summer as some sort of… Pet?

Noah rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t slept much since that night, and how could he? The cheque had plagued him since he’d walked from that hotel with the words “I’ll think about it” still ringing in his head. And he did think about it. It was the only thing he could think about. Every time he looked at his mom, every time he looked at his brother, every time the phone rang and someone else was demanding money from them. He had the power to transform their entire lives, and all that was asked in return was him.

Could he do it? Could he convince his mom that he was going away on some exciting vacation, where he’d be unable to speak to her for three months? Could he leave them here alone, whilst he was being wined and dined, and potentially sixty nined at every possible opportunity? Would an entire summer of kinky sex really be that bad? The men, although older, were all undeniably beautiful, wealthy and even kind. Yet, Reginald’s words continued to play in his head. You’ll endure things that you couldn’t imagine in your wildest nightmares.

Perhaps the man wasn’t aware of the things he could imagine in his wildest nightmares. He seemed to believe that Noah was somehow innocent, so it was entirely possible that he underestimated him.

One week was all he’d been given to make the biggest decision of his life. One week to consider how very drastically his life would change with one million dollars in his bank account. One week to decide if, for three months, twelve weeks, ninety days, he would allow himself to be used physically, mentally and sexually without a moment’s respite, and in return, never know the feeling of poverty again.

It seemed like a no brainer. How many men had he already slept with just so that he and his family could spend another month in their run down apartment? He lost count a long time ago, so what made this any different? Sure, there would be no escape from it, but was that such a bad thing? If he was being honest with himself, the idea was actually kind of hot.

Endless days and nights surrounded by handsome, horny men whom he actually wanted to have sex with? Warm mornings, basking under the rays, being fucked senseless and treated to caviar dishes? Exciting ordeals which involved him doing something that he once loved to do? The more he thought about it, the more Noah Jensen wondered why he hadn’t agreed to it there and then in the swanky hotel room.

And to top it all off, the money would allow him to never again have to check his phone every morning and grimace at the schedule of old, married cock that he had to suck throughout the day.

“I’m going to Spain”.

His mom glanced up at him from her cold coffee and smiled as though she was preparing to gently let her son down by reminding him that they were flat out broke, and no trip to anywhere outside of this god forsaken dump was going to be possible, but then he continued.

“It’s a work thing” he shrugged, having tried to perfect his excuse all morning, “they’ll pay me, and you, and I go and work for some Spanish family for the summer”.

She didn’t buy it, not at first.

“Why would they pay me?” She asked, cocking a brow, “and sweetie, we can’t afford to get you to Spain in the first place”.

“All taken care of, mom” he smiled, “they pay for everything, and I don’t know why they pay you, they just do”.

Perhaps he should have considered his excuse a bit more. He needed her to believe every word he said, because if he left her here worried, he’d never forgive himself.

“This is good, mom” he continued, taking her hands, “it’s real good. The money is more than we’ve ever had before. They’re rich, like super rich, and if I do this, just for one summer, then we don’t have to worry about anything ever again”.

She still didn’t seem convinced. Naturally, she was as wary of her son’s money making plans as he was of hers. They’d spent a considerable time lying to each other, whilst both knowing what the other person was doing, so Noah cranked it up a gear.

“Trust me, mom” he said, “look”.

Noah spun his phone around to show a beautiful mansion that he’d found on some Spanish website. Standing outside, a man, woman and young girl, all of whom looked extremely wealthy.

“I had an interview with the dad” he lied, “he wants me to come over next week. I mean it, this is everything we’ve ever wanted”.

A flicker of hope lit the woman’s tired eyes. She stared at the screen, then back at her eldest son.

“Are you sure about this, Noah?” She asked, apprehensive, “it’s not a scam?”

“Some of the money is already in my account” he told her, now having full intentions of depositing the entirety of the million dollars later that day. “It’s real”.

A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly as she laughed.

“Oh Noah” she sniffled, and beckoned Finn over, wrapping both of her boys in a hug, then pulling away quickly and getting to her feet. “You don’t have shorts!” She said, her eyes dancing around the kitchen, “it’s warm there, you’ll need shorts, and sunscreen, and flip flops. Do you have enough t-shirts? What about shirts? Maybe they’ll want you to dress nicely. Do you have underpants, Noah? Socks? Do they wear socks in Spain? Oh dear, we’ll need to go shopping”.

Finn gawped at his mother as she raced around the kitchen.

“Is mom gone crazy?” He asked his older brother, who ruffled his hair and smiled.

“I think we both have” he said to himself, and finally it felt like their luck had changed.

In the eighteen years that Noah had been alive, he couldn’t remember a more magical experience. The three of them left for the city and the excitement was palpable.

“You’re sure this is legit?” His mom asked, nervously fixing her hair in the back of the taxi, “they won’t take the money back or anything, right?”

“Relax, mom” Noah smiled, “as long as I stick to my end of the bargain, the money is ours”.

The words had far more meaning to him than they did to her. The moment he deposited that cheque, he was tying himself into an agreement that he could very well live to regret. Were these men as pleasant as they had seemed initially? It would be foolish to believe that they were, if their pastimes involved paying young men to give up their bodies on a private island. It sounded like something from a dodgy movie. Four men and an eighteen year old sex slave. Noah shivered, but he still wasn’t sure if he hated the idea as much as he was trying to convince himself that he did. They were all extremely handsome, and they’d all treated him better than any other client he’d had. Could it really be so bad?

When they arrived at the bank, Noah told his mom and brother to wait for him in a cafe across the street.

“Get whatever you want” he told Finn, “and you too” he smiled at his mom, “it’s on me”.

It didn’t feel real. Finally, after years of hardship, Noah was able to treat his family to luxuries that most other people took for granted. He looked down at Finn who was beaming from ear to ear. The light in the boy’s eyes was enough for  him to know that regardless of what might happen to him over the next few months, he’d made the right decision.

The bank was a place that he’d only been in once before to open an account which he’d never used. He looked around at the men and women going about their business, and wondered if any of them had a million dollars in their back pocket. It was a strange ordeal, especially because for as long as he could remember, the idea of having that much money existed only in his wildest dreams. He nervously got in line, and a moment later, he was face to face with an irritable looking woman.

“Account number” she snarled, chewing a piece of gum loudly.

“Uh… Yeah” he mumbled, digging in his pockets, and the woman rolled her eyes and began tapping her long fingernails on the desk.

“You should really have this ready” she said, as Noah found the slip of paper.

“Right” he nodded, swallowing, “sorry”.

She punched in the number and watched the screen load. Evidently, the giant zero made her even less willing to help him, and Noah caught her checking her watch, probably to see how close it was until lunch time.

“So what do you want?” She asked sharply, and he felt himself sweat as he slid the cheque across the desk and she swiped it into her hands.

Her beady eyes scanned it and then narrowed slightly. She peered over at him, then returned to the cheque, and a moment later she made a noise with her tongue and slid it back.

“Get outta here” she scoffed, and returned to her computer.

Noah gawped.

“I um… I want to lodge it” he said, unsure whether that was the correct term, “I want to put it into my bank account”.

The woman rolled her eyes again and turned her attention back to him. He could see how angry she was just by her eyes.

“Listen kid” she growled, “you’re lucky I’m not getting security over here to turf your ass out. Now get outta’ here before I do!”

A few people close by looked over, and Noah squirmed in the chair. He considered getting up and leaving, but how could he return to his mom and brother empty handed? He didn’t have the money to cover their bill since he’d given his mom everything he’d earned so far. He took a deep breath and for the first time in his life, he became one of the many clients whom he had watched since he’d started his work as a rent boy.

“Listen, bitch” he hissed, and her eyes widened to the size of saucers, “if I wanted to talk to a miserable, rude, ignorant woman then I would have gone home to my wife”.

He had surprised himself, but he’d heard the expression many times before, and the bank clerk seemed like she’d been slapped in the face.

“So either you lodge this damn cheque, or go and get me someone who will!”

Frantically, the woman scurried from her chair and disappeared into a room. Noah sat back, his heart racing and his brain reminding him how terribly rude he’d just been, before a moment later, a suited man appeared, with the bank clerk cowering behind him.

“Is there a problem, sir?” The well spoken man asked, and Noah shook his head.

“No problem, I’d just like to put this into my account”.

The man stared at the cheque, then at Noah. He left for a minute, and when he returned, his entire demeanour had changed considerably.

“I do apologise for the inconvenience, Mr…” His eyes scanned the piece of paper in his hand “Jenson” he smiled, “please follow me and we will get this deposited immediately”.

When Noah Jenson left the bank, he did so with more money that he’d ever had in his life. For the first time, the world around him felt light. He smiled at the men and women who passed him, and as he spotted his mom and brother in the window of the cafe, he inhaled the beautiful fresh air and felt his phone vibrate.

So glad you’ve decided to take me up on my offer, Noah. We’ll be in touch.