Free Damon Snow and the Nocturnal Lessons by Olivia Helling

boy,” Price said. Kendall sobbed. “Come into the room now, where we can sit awhile.”
    “No — no, I should go,” Kendall said, his voice thick as if with unshed tears.
    “Nonsense,” Price said. “I’m not letting you go. Not unless you can tell me that you really do not want me.”
    Kendall did not say anything. The silence stretched between them.
    “Come now,” Price said, and I heard their footsteps approaching.
    I searched the room, looking for a place to hide. Why did I have to run after Kendall? But reputation or not, the Red Cockle was not the most distinguished place in town. It had a wardrobe and a bed — and curtains! Full length curtains that had been left unbundled to each side.
    I dashed behind them, and cursed myself for the lack of ingenuity. It would be such an easy task to notice me… It was the best I had, for Price closed the door and led Kendall to the bed.
    “No, no, sit here,” Price told him and patted on the bed, but Kendall slid the floor, his knees banging so roughly against the floor that I winced.
    “I don’t deserve such a nice bed,” Kendall mumbled.
    I heard Price sit heavily on the edge. The curtain revealed half of the bed before me, and I cursed myself again for such an obvious hiding spot, but I couldn’t see them at the foot of the bed. Nor could I pull the curtains around me better without alerting them to my presence. Perhaps they would be too distracted to see me?
    Kendall made a small appreciative moan. What were they doing? Kendall seemed calm now, instead of choking back sobs. The only thing I could think being done at the edge of the bed… well, I didn’t imagine Kendall would be so appreciative of that. Nor did I hear the appropriate slurping sounds. Such acts that I sold were disgusting sometimes.
    Price murmured to him, too low for me to make out the words, but I didn’t think it was the words that helped.
    “Here, lay down on the bed,” Price said.
    Kendall made a distressed sound. I sucked in a breath, waiting to be revealed.
    “It’ll be good, I promise,” Price said.
    “But—”
    “You are good enough,” Price said.
    “But I — I’m the sort who sells myself on the street,” Kendall said. “I — I get beaten and broken and — and you helped me. You’ve already been too kind to me.”
    “No one is going to hurt you now, I promise,” Price said. “I just wish to demonstrate… well… please? Please lay down on the bed?”
    Silence followed, but then I heard the bed ropes creak and Kendall came into view as he laid back, his eyes squeezed shut as if he expected someone really would beat him, despite Price’s assurances. Or perhaps because he would rather be beaten than to have Price change his mind.
    Fabric shifted, but I couldn’t see that far down Kendall’s body. Then Kendall gasped, his breast rising from the bed. He stared down his body in shock.
    My mouth was a perfect ‘o’ as well. This was so far from my imagination. I couldn’t even think the word. Price couldn’t be…
    Kendall protested, “You don’t have to—”
    “I want to,” Price said. “I want nothing more than to suck your cock. Please indulge me.”
    A shiver ran through Kendall. A more violent tremor struck me. Such things didn’t happen. Flats paid to be sucked off, not to have to do such demeaning things. But evidently Price didn’t think it was demeaning.
    My body shifted to the right before my mind could catch up to realise what a terrible idea that was. Price really was doing it. His lips parted and he leaned down to slowly slide his lips over the head of Kendall’s increasingly stiff cock. His fingers stroked Kendall’s length, urging it harder with each stroke.
    Kendall stared at him, watched him rise again just high enough so that his lips barely touched the slit on his head, and then down again, with a twist. Kendall cried out.
    This wasn’t how I had ever done such an act. My cock called me a damn fool, even though it liked the violent