The Dealer - Male Version (M/M)

There are two versions of this story. This one is M/M. The other one is almost the same, but F/M instead. Hopefully it's not too long either. Hope you enjoy!



Aiden stood slouched, eyes slow and straying. His lids were heavy as he waited, empty in a stinging, permeating sense. His mind flashed with fleeting moments of adrenaline, bare skin under fluorescent lights and a choir of drug-addled youth, cheering and hollering. They wailed stimulation and inspiration for Aiden to continue to slither and throb against the floor. His long, slim and enticing frame, vivid linework on his upper body trembled especially entrancing and intuitive. His muscles massaged by benzodiazepines in so far as much as it enabled his barren, beautiful body to respond as directed to. Although his hips moved with inexperience, the eruptous cheers as his pelvis thrusted, warmed and comforted the dullness inside, making him feel like he could do whatever it is he wanted to. His first real party. A college party.

The Freshman felt yearning for the sad memory. Aiden was on his last pill and there is another party tonight. He licked his creamy and shiny lips, almost as a tick, as his fake, white chain hung against a black Tupac shirt. The white chain highlighted his bright earrings, full lips and hazel eyes, which glistened green in the light. Sometimes, they betrayed himself and were dark as the void, but now then. They were also red and tired.

His eyebrows, thick but maintained, with a fashionable line cut vertically over the right eye, as is in style. His face is sharp and young. Full lips, strong features that serve both men and women well. Long, sharp and symmetrical outside of the acne one on side and the eyebrow. His face would be called beautiful by some, pretty by others but also a source for anxiety. This was compensated by well fitting, but drooping jeans to both highlight and conceal his figure. Intentional and impressive, but also arguably misguided.

Aiden was fit, but not ripped. Slender muscles and bones, sharp in structure and definition. Aiden is blessed, but he does not feel this way. He couldn't help but think if he should've tried to put some makeup on to look better.

He closed his eyes and drifted his head back, his lips falling into a fake smile. His hair curling at the tips like roots digging in the soil, hanging off his head and covering his forehead. Light brown.

He was dreaming and didn’t hear anyone nearby. Leaning against the wall, eyes dropping, head sagging and legs pushed out, he forgot there were other people in his world.

“Yo, you need something?”

The door was now open as Aiden opened his eyes and pushed off the arch. He saw a built man with short hair but otherwise unassuming appearance in the doorway. It wasn’t very bright inside the house.

“S-sorry. Um, yeah. I’m looking for-”

“You texted me about 20 minutes ago?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Aid-”

“Come in, close the door behind you. Thank you, don’t mind the mess.”

The light turned on and it was still somewhat dim, but it allowed Aiden to come inside and guide himself. Not that he needed to, the hallway was relatively clean. The young man made his way inside, following the Dealer whose number he got yesterday at the party. Aiden didn’t recognize this person when he saw them, but it didn’t bother him. He doesn’t remember much from yesterday. And it only said "Dealer" in his phone.

“So, going to the party tonight huh?”

Aiden nodded his head. He perked up the corner of his lips and laughed gently.

“Haha, yeah… are you?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Well, not planning to at least. Heard you had fun yesterday though.”

Aiden’s smile deepened, reminiscing for a moment. He feels weird and proud to have his claim to fame get recognized after the fact. He didn't think about what would happen if he had to talk about it. He ran a hand over his stomach, trying to find a way to keep that feeling inside him.

“Haha, thanks man. Just trying to have a good time.”

“You need these pills to have a good time?”

Aiden’s lips fell down as he thought about that question. He tilted his head and looked at his dealer. Staring back at him, the Dealer had a sharp but friendly smirk, which was almost disarming. Aiden had trouble focusing in more ways than one. He didn’t know if it was the drugs kicking in or not, but he looked down and tried to reflect.

Slowly, Aiden thought about the pills and smiled. He shook his head, a corner of his lip trying to reach his sharp cheekbones.

“Haha, no I guess. Just feels better with them.”

“Will you go to the party without them?”

Aiden’s expression dropped and he didn’t say anything. He felt stuck and considered what was being asked and what this could mean. How was he supposed to respond? It was difficult to think at the moment.

“Do you need them? Do you need these pills?”

The world started to weigh down on Aiden. He sucked in some breath and swallowed it hard, his now dark pupils dilating. Eyes jumping from the Dealer to the floor, he flashed back to all the times at night over the last several years where he’s taken something and received a rush of excitement and thrill, just to feel and receive shame for it afterwards. He wanted a new life in college, he didn’t want this shame. The deep sensation almost cracked through the chemical wall encasing him, but the Dealer laughed to break the tension. Aiden's eyes jumped back up to the man in front of him.

“Sorry, just messing with you. You seem like a fun guy.”

Aiden’s lips twitched as he looked away and thought about the party later tonight. He made sure not to eat much so the drugs would hit his system harder and make him more agreeable. He’s been practicing his moves in bed earlier today too. Trying to find the rhythm he felt yesterday, rubbing his hand on his body and watching videos online to learn how to emulate. He wants people to like him.

He pressed his lips together, tasting the ointment. This was almost a form of stress relief for the young man, shifting and pulling on his jeans slightly. Aiden was not sure how to proceed.

Suddenly, a leg sprung up and slammed between Aiden’s spread thighs, raising his jeans and bending him over. Aiden grunted and folded over, knees straight to the floor and forehead immediately following suit, as if he were bent over in deep prayer.

“Uagh… ahnn… uuuhhnn…”

Aiden’s mind swarmed as he struggled to breathe. He choked as he pulled a hand between his legs. The other laid by his hair, his body crippled with pain.

The air inside the room stood empty and tense for a long, grueling minute, only broken by Aiden’s paralyzing developments on the floor, as he clutched his testicles. The labored and sudden panting, melting into whines and mewling. Waves of pain crashed in Aiden’s body as the Freshman lurched forward, leaning and returning back to its position as he winced. On his knees, bent over and clutching his balls through his jeans.

“Ahhh… wh-what… nnnnn…. *nnnn*…”

“Sorry. You just seem desperate.”

Aiden didn’t say anything as he kept position, folded over himself on his knees. He was beginning to adjust himself through the pain, the worst intensity of it over despite the sharp breath and ripping, permeating pain between his legs, the source being the two spongy organs cradled by his long fingers. He massaged them to soothe the pain.

“What… why did you do that…” Aiden begged, looking up in dreary pain and a hint of betrayal.

“I just told you. You’re here for these, right?” Suddenly, a baggie with 2 familiar pills swung in front of Aiden. The young man looked at the bag, his face heavy with pain and drugs. He then turned back at the eyes of those in opposition to him. The Dealer, The Judge.

“Well, come on. Let me give you some. And let me see you, also.”

Aiden swallowed and grunted as he slowly began to put his feet underneath him. He did so, stuck in place for a moment as he hesitated, gathering himself as any sudden movements would be liable to worsen his condition.

The Dealer watched Aiden wince in pain and peak up at him with big, baggy eyes, uncertain what to make of this. Aiden slowly stood up on his own, one hand clutching his bulge carefully. Pulling up his jeans a bit by doing so, Aiden groaned and watched the Dealer make up his mind on him. He searched Aiden incredulously and analytically, following every curve, every defect. Each androgynous feature that mirrored or contrasted with his own. The strong jawline, the broad shoulders and meat between his legs. Aiden swallowed hard and stood up straight, holding his stomach, then pushing on his thigh. He felt ashamed of himself. He moved his hand over to his manhood.

Aiden stood quietly, growing awkward as the pain in his testicles began to subside as the quiet and tension grew. He started to feel and recognize sweat and grow self conscious. Why is it so humid in here?

The Dealer got closer, causing Aiden to cringe and protect himself for a moment. But the Dealer didn’t pay any mind, and was preoccupied by his curiosities. He gently caressed, running his finger down Aiden’s long jawline, then up to his hollow cheeks and sharp bones. Then he locked onto Aiden’s glimmering, hazel bloodshot eyes, which were far from being sober They were dark. He turned Aiden’s cheek, the side with acne staring at him. Aiden realized this, felt himself blushing and closed his eyes. He wanted this to be over.

“Anybody ever tell you, you look like that kid from Stranger Things? Will? But with a good haircut.”

Aiden kept his eyes closed, felt his chin get set back straight and felt himself growing heavier by the moment.

And then, the Dealer brought a hand to Aiden’s lips and pressed his skin against them. Aiden opened his eyes and stared forward, at confidence itself. Aiden felt warm fingers entering into his moist mouth, pressing against his soft lips and pulling along his shape. The Dealer wiped his fingers, pulling them off Aiden’s lips and putting the finger in his own mouth to assess the contents of it’s adventure. Aiden’s mouth stayed open, almost following the dealer’s finger without hesitation, his lips looking for something to hold onto. Then he closed his mouth and slouched in anticipation.

“Mmm… Aquaphor?”

Aiden blinked in confusion. He didn’t say anything, his mouth slightly opening but nothing coming out.

“You put Aquaphor on your lips. That’s why your lips are so bright and soft. They glisten, and make you look beautiful.”

Aiden blinked and felt a smile pull at him, his cheeks burning. He pulled his mouth apart and learned how to speak again.

“T-thank you.”

The Dealer smiled and nodded gently. “So… tell me, Aiden. Why are you so desperate?”

Aiden titled his head, shocked by the question. He didn’t know where to begin.

“I’m a good judge of character Aiden. You see.”

Suddenly once more, a leg slammed up in between Aiden’s thighs and into his testicles. This kick was shoe first and sunk in and up from the bottom of Aiden’s bulge. Less scooping involved with this kick, and more of an aggressive stabbing.

Aiden yelled out and jumped slightly before curling over and crossing his legs. The pain was immediate and sharp, then exploding and it made the rest of him feel like liquid. Aiden whined as he collapsed to the floor, mouth open slightly and eyes crossed. He looked up, legs shifting emptily with his hands clutching the sore spot between his thighs. He looked up, young and sick, face changing color as he moaned out a bungled mess of pain.

“Nrgh! M-my balls… Nnn! *NnNnNRrrr… nnnnnnn….*”

The Dealer smiled as he watched Aiden writhe. He nodded and bit his nails, watching and waiting for his opportunity. When the pain subsided enough to understand what he’s about to say, but it’s still intense enough to overwhelm him and be memorable.

“You see. I know you’re going to take that, because you want to feel something. I can give that to you. And this pain, you know, is excruciating. But it’s real. You… you fucking like it, don’t you? You fucking do. You live for this pain. And you love how numb and alive you feel right now.”

Aiden shook his head, a dreary, subdued animalistic howl, as he writhed and unleashed in pain. Curled on the floor, clutching his vulnerables and compromised, it’s who he is and what he let out. It was the truth.

Aiden’s eyes were cemented to The Dealer, blurry from the pain and drugs. His mouth opened, empty from the pain then a wheeze escaped, clenching his eyes and forcing his body to recoil in pain. He spasmed momentarily, before looking back up again and lifting his bottom. He was massaging his crotch, face twisted in pain and shock. He coughed and then dug his forehead into the floor.

The Dealer watched carefully, confirming that Aiden was confined to the position for the time being and made some arrangements nearby. He added another familiar pill to the bag, and a different pill with it. This one was brighter and larger. It looked more firm than the other flexible pills in their capsule in the bag.

He kept Aiden in the corner of his eye, noting him massaging his groin as effectively as he could to relieve the pain, his legs closing together and fastening himself.

Soon, the Dealer stood in front of Aiden and waited for Aiden to look up at him. Aiden soon did and breathed out heavily. He could tell Aiden was looking at his crotch.

“Come on. Get up.”

Aiden groaned and strained through the pain. He pushed up, carefully but seemingly willingly. He leaned, aching. He looked disheveled. His eyes were red, he was sweating and his hair was unkempt, without the occasional hand through it usually receives.

One hand was clutching and massaging his groin still, pulling with the strain to soothe the dullness he was feeling.

“Move your hand.” The Dealer commanded.

Aiden twisted his body, sliding into position and keeping his legs spread. He moved his hands to his side, closed his eyes and breathed out. His face was cringing, but as the Dealer watched, the cringe turned into anticipation. It turned into excitement and fear. It turned into adrenaline.

The Dealer approached Aiden and moved his hand down to his jeans. He held Aiden’s crotch with his large hand, feeling it’s meaty contents intimately. The two sore spuds at the bottom of his sack, heavy and supernovas of pain within the young man. Aiden stood, vulnerable and easily manipulated by the chemicals, neurons and pressure points that he has no control over. He’s open to the forces and his face, already beautiful, began to exhibit an aura of acceptance and lust. This was affirmed by the firm rod the Dealer felt, and emphasized by the groan when his testicles were pressed on.

The Dealer began to massage Aiden, moving his face inwards and locking lips, tasting the Aquaphor and desperation on the Freshman’s lips. Aiden’s body slithered and grooved into the dealer’s, in search of an eruptous affirmation. His pelvis thrusted into the Dealer’s hand, begging for help and the Dealer pushed a hand up to his abs, a gasp escaping from Aiden’s mouth. Then, the same hand went down and skillfully unbuttoned and unzippered Aiden’s jeans in a few moments. His jeans dropped to his ankles and his firm member was clear as day in the dealer’s hand. Then the dealer’s hand shifted, curling under and cradling Aiden’s sensitive eggs. Aiden fluttered, his eyes rolling slightly as he moved into the dealer.

"P-please."

“See? You want this.”

The dealer’s hand tightened around Aiden’s fleshy organs, forcing them to morph around the pressure of his fingers. They resisted as best they could, bruises and all, and Aiden screamed. The college student was twisting his legs and body, unable to settle in. It felt like he was on the edge of an exploding star, with the star exploding and ripping itself apart between his legs.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Fuck, fuck! It hurts so bad, *nggh*! MMmmmm-”

“Take off your shirt.”

Aiden quickly did this, the pain piercing through him deeper and deeper, his thighs pressing against the Dealer's tense grip. He threw his black shirt to the floor, the chain still around his neck. Aiden's impressive abs were on display, a pristine and defined body shifted and focused under intense agony. His lean pecs were felt by the Dealer as his other hand continued to squeeze Aiden's balls cruely. Aiden whimpered and leaned into the Dealer.

“My balls, my balls! ErrerrahhH! Ahhhahhh-”

“Oh yes, but you want this you fuck. You want me to crush your balls!”

“Fuck! My *baallllsss*, argh! NnniiGH!”

Aiden’s cock was throbbing with precum leaking as he held onto the dealer’s wrist and rolled his eyes, the pain increasing within him. He was twisting the dealer’s wrist as the pain got worse and worse, until the Dealer lessened his grip and started to work his shaft and head instead.

Aiden’s eyes and mouth buckled at the pressure of a finger toying with his sensitive cockhead, and immediately felt himself spasming in unexpected, sudden ecstasy.

The Dealer felt the eruption and judged it with scorn and disappointment. He held up and pushed Aiden’s cock back as he put some distance between them in this moment of intimacy and struck one more sudden kick between Aiden’s legs. This time, the kick struck Aiden in only his underwear, his heavy plums visible against the fabric and contorting under the pressure of the impact. The collision was loud and meaty. A wet, *THWACK* echoed as Aiden spurted in his fabric and got his balls bashed with more impact and intensity than the previous kicks.

Aiden’s eyes rolled back, his sudden orgasm ruined by a thunderous explosion of pain that burnt everything he was feeling. The eruption inside him was filled with indescribable pain and an unbelievable energy that pushed a last stream of cum from inside him, wetting his underwear even further.

As the dealer’s foot left Aiden’s groin, Aiden choked and fell straight to the floor. He twisted and writhed at first, but then groaned and laid still on his side. One hand clutching his balls, and eyes flickering with pain. His lips drooping, glistening with sweat and dripping to the ground beneath. Mixed in a pool with his saliva, the white necklace dangled into it as Aiden laid against the ground. His Hazel eyes were now bright again, as he lay, crippled in pain and intoxicated before the dealer. No longer empty, but indefensible and vulnerable. But beautiful all the well.

“Mmm… you came so quickly. That was… cute. I was one off. But... we’re off to a great start. I'll let you recover."

The Dealer turned and went to prepare some more. He put a handful of familiar pills in the bag and swallowed an unfamiliar one with a heavy, deep swallow. The Dealer smiled knowingly, proud and excited for what’s to come.