Dominating an Alley Cat (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter One

"I'm sorry I can't help you." That was all my brother left me with. 'Sorry I can't help you.' I was beyond pissed. Sure maybe life wasn't great for him either but compared to me those couple debts he had were nothing. I on the other hand was totally fucked over with debt.

All I wanted was a place to stay, to evade my delayed rent, I needed somewhere to hide out for the few weeks they would be looking for me. The man that owned the apartments was constantly biting me in the ass every time he saw me for the four months of missing rent.

I knew he wanted nothing more than to chase me out but I also knew that he wanted that money more than anything and has spent too much time ignoring it. At least with me still stuck in his prison cell apartments he could terrorise me until I gave in.

Currently I had twenty pound note, how much is that? Not very much. Especially when you've ignoring your need for food for nearly over a week now. I was so damn hungry, I knew I could get a pizza with at least half of the money but I couldn't.

Years of being broke had it burned into my mind not to spend every penny you got when you first got it. In the moment you might believe you need it but if you wait there are always more important things that need paying off first.

The apartment was a hopeless cause. There was no way in hell I could pay that amount off, no way. It was just a matter of stealthily disappearing. I'd left it under a fake name anyway. I never let anyone know my real name.

My brother seemed to be convinced I was on drugs. I was not on fucking drugs. Sure I smoked the occasional cannabis but anything harder than that was a way no for me. He asked me to do a drug test, I said no, I knew he'd flip if he saw the weed on my report and I couldn't risk it. He was my last ally and I'd rather keep him doubting then certain.

I looked down the eerily quiet street. No one was there. It was 2am, they shouldn't be out. I was practically nocturnal though and it came in handy for what I did.

I pulled up my hoodie and tugged the strings a little tighter. Keeping my hands in my pocket and my right clenched around a switch pocket knife I edged across the road.

There was a short cut to my place that I always preferred to take. It was down a dark alleyway and up some fire escape stairs. Most people thought the place was a dead end, because it had trash boxes lining the walls and blocking the way. Just climb over them however and you find yourself in the secret garden.

By which I mean something that looked like the inside of a trash can because the shitters that lived round here threw their trash out the window.

I didn't mind.

I just liked how deserted it was.

Even if I got the chills every time I went down here. I'd been attacked here before, I'd made the mistake of trying to take this shortcut in the evening and almost gotten mugged myself. I had my knife though. I got away with only a little blood on my shirt, theirs.

I stopped half way across the road when I saw someones dark figure stepping into the alley way. The person seemed to make almost no sound. I'd a trained ear to listen out for footsteps and I barely heard his.

He was tall. He seemed strong. Even from where I was standing I felt the aura the man gave off, the dangerous aura, it made me shiver.

I waved it off. It was just the feeling you got when you didn't know. When they seemed scary as fuck because your imagination was going crazy. I had to keep the fear out of my system.

I saw the glint. The glint of a very expensive looking watch and saw, just about, the plump back pocket that no doubt held a wallet full of cash. I needed it.