For two weeks after fleeing Grime's home Rick laid low in a seedy gay-friendly rooming house on Galisteo Street at the fringe of the old Santa Fe plaza area. He had no idea what to do now and was considering starting to look for work in an auto repair shop. None he tried out initially needed help and at two of them he was told, "There aren't many job openings here because there aren't nearly enough repair shops here. You should try Albuquerque. More dealers and I hear they have openings."
He waited a bit too long. He needed money to settle his account at the rooming house and also for a bus ticket to Albuquerque, which was just a couple of hours away by road but wasn't a place he'd want to try walking to. He'd already tried that once to near-disastrous results.
He needed money fast and he needed a good bit of it. He frequented a gay bar nearby, The Matador, at the corner of San Francisco and Galisteo, and every time he went in there someone tried to pick him up—and most offered him money. So, he decided this was his quickest way to a ticket out of Santa Fe.
The man was in this thirties. He was trim, darkheaded, at least partly Hispanic. He looked a little mean and dangerous, tattoos running up and down his arms and one, covering part of his well-muscled chest, was showing through the white sleeveless athletic T he was wearing over black jeans. Black boots and black-leather wrist bands with studs on them. He had a ring in an eyebrow and a big gold bead pierced in the top of his tongue near the tip.
Those were the possible downsides toward a sign of potential "bad idea" trouble. The upside was that he said, "$200, I come twice, you come as many times as you do. And I got a room." And he flashed the cash and was willing for Rick to put it in an envelope and mail it to himself before they went up to the guy's room, if that was what Rick wanted.
It sounded OK to Rick. A quick accumulation of what he needed, even if he had to take it a little rough.
The guy was all business. He had Rick on his back on the side of his bed in a room that looked far better furnished and taken care of than Rick would have expected. It was an apartment, really, with at least two bedrooms, although the door to the other bedroom off the hall was closed. The living room was more an office than a parlor. This bedroom was as good as any motel room Rick had been in before.
He told Rick he wanted Rick to come first, and he wanted to undress Rick, which he did expertly and without tearing anything, running his hands over the exposed skin as he freed it. He pushed Rick down on his back, told him to open his legs, and then stood between Rick's thighs and stripped his own clothes off, revealing the tattooing was full body and he had a ring in his navel and a super thick one in the bulb of his cock.
"You gonna give me back the $200 if you won't be bound?"
"No, I'll do that for the cash." Rick answered. He wasn't quite prepared for the two heavy frames the guy brought out, though, and put on either side of the bed, spreading Rick's arms and binding them at the wrist on one frame, and his legs by the ankles on the other one so that Rick was spread-eagled and trussed up at all four points.
Then the guy knelt between Rick's thighs and went to work on his cock. Rick quickly found out that the bead in the guy's tongue could drive his cock crazy, not only in being run up and down the length of the shaft, but because it also could be positioned at his piss slit and pushed in there in a fuck stroking motion. The guy fucked Rick's piss slit until Rick couldn't take it anymore and came in a great gush. Then the guy moved down and worked on Rick's balls and his channel opening with the bead until Rick was moaning for the cock, which, when it came, punished Rick's channel walls and prostate wonderfully with the thick ring in its bulb.
Rick came again before the guy did. After he'd finished, the guy sauntered off and came back with three chilled bottles of Corona beer. One he drank while he rolled Rick's ass up toward him so that, forcing the necks of the beer bottles up Ricks channel, he filled Rick's ass with two bottles of beer. Then he stopped up the beer from seeping out by plugging the hole with his cock again. While he fucked, he reached up and over and released Rick from his bonds, and they wound up in a close clutch, the guy's torso covering Rick's and Rick's legs hooked around his waist, as they kissed and the tattooed guy pumped, and beer seeped around his cock and down Rick's thighs.
