Bite My Tongue -Teen Wolf-

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Stiles gulped as he stared at the internet page. Was this really what he wanted? Hell, he didn’t even know what this was. He had over heard some men at the sleazy bar he was working at talk about it and for a split second it had sounded like a good idea. And now here he was filling out an application form and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. Hell, some of the words he had to actual google. Were people really into this sort of thing? Stiles liked to think he was an adventurous partner, but was he really into hand cuffs and gags? He thought back to the few men he had been with and felt a shiver run down his spine. He would never had trusted anyone of them to handcuff him to the bed.

Skipping a few of the sections, he decided he could always come back to them later. That was if he was even going to submit the form at all. It took him half an hour to finish the forms and to be honest he felt dirty. This didn’t sound like anything the men at the bar had said. What he had heard was a man had paid one of them four hundred bucks just to sit and watch a movie with him. What did he have to tick to get that? Finally deciding he would just go with it, he clicked submit and threw himself back on his bed.

“Stiles, what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?” He asked himself as he ran a hand over his eyes. He was tired, way beyond the normal form of tired, he felt physically exhausted. He was trying to pay his way through college, maintain good grades and try not to get fired from his shitty job. Deciding the best thing to do was just forget about the website for a few hours, it wasn’t like anyone was going to message him on there anyway, he closed his eyes and gave into sleep.

It was a pinging noise that woke him a few hours later. At first, Stiles thought it was his alarm clock and cursed jumping out of bed thinking he had slept through the night and had missed his shift. Then he saw the clock and saw that it was only four in the afternoon and he still had a few hours until he had to get to work so he let himself relax a little. He reached for his phone as the pinging happened again and he frowned, it was a message from the site he had joined. Blinking in a daze he looked at the phone and sucked his lip reading the words ‘The Alpha has sent you a private message’. Stiles rolled his eyes at the nickname chosen and wondered if maybe he should have put more thought into his own name. Slowly, he slid the message opened, his imagination going crazy with what the alpha could have sent him. He was expecting the message to just be a dick pick or something and was a little confused when he saw a paragraph of text.

The Alpha: Hey there Stiles. Just came across your profile and saw that we live in the same area. I couldn’t help but notice there was a lack of information on your page which got me curious. Are you a man of mystery or simply a boy who didn’t know what boxes to tick? Either way you caught my attention. If you need help exploring the boxes let me know, I’m sure I’ll be able to help…

Stiles couldn’t help but smile. The Alpha sure was witty. He felt a little tingle of excitement in his body as he reread the words. Should he reply? He sucked his lip more, kneading it with his teeth and before he realised he had already sent a message.

Stiles: Hey Alpha. To be honest I guess I am the boy who didn’t know what boxes to tick, maybe I will have to take you up on your generous offer to help a boy like me out.

Stiles cringed as he read his response. What was he thinking? He had no idea who he was sending this message to. And if he really did live in the area he could be anyone. He cursed himself for not picking a better name. Everyone knew him as Stiles, and it wasn’t exactly a common name. If this man was a creep, he probably wouldn’t be so hard to track down and then what? He was brought back to reality from his scary thoughts when his phone beeped again.

The Alpha: As much as I love a mystery in a man, your answer was the one I was looking for. Tell me Stiles, what are you doing on such a site?
Stiles: Honestly? I have no idea… I heard some guys talking about it, an easy way to make money? I thought I would… but the more I think about it the more I hate the idea.
The Alpha: There’s nothing wrong with making money from something you enjoy.
Stiles: I don’t know if I enjoy it… I’ve never done anything like this.
The Alpha: Well I am even more glad that I have messaged you. I hope I am on the only one you are talking to on here. I do not like to share.
Stiles: You are.
The Alpha: Good boy.

Good Boy? Stiles read that and tried not to think about turned on that made him feel. He wasn’t completely naïve, he watched porn, he knew some boys liked getting off on acting younger and being praised, he just never thought that was him, until now that was.

The Alpha: There are many different forms of companionships for men like me on these sites. Some men do not want anything in return, they are lonely and have far too much money, so they want a boy to spoil, to buy them treats, care for them. Others, want a boy for themselves to share sexual experiences and fantasies with and in return spoil them. Stiles: And what type of man are you?
The Alpha: Both. It all depends on what type of boy you are.
Stiles: What if I don’t know the answer to that question?
The Alpha: Then I look forward to helping you find out…
The Alpha: Go into settings, turn on your ‘pay for chat’ setting
Stiles: What is that?
The Alpha: You are giving me some of your time, so I will give you what you obviously signed up for.
Stiles: But why would you want to pay for talking to me?
The Alpha: Stiles, I thought you were a good boy…
Stiles: I am…
The Alpha: Then follow what I have said.

Finding it in the settings wasn’t so hard, he clicked the box on and saw a tab appear at the corner of his chat, at first it said $0, but that quickly changed to $200. He felt a little giddy that this person had given him so much money for just a conversation and thought that maybe he could get used to this.

The Alpha: I knew you were a good boy.
Stiles: Thank you.
The Alpha: Unfortunately, I must end this conversation for the time being. Will you be back free to talk more later?
Stiles: Oh, yeah, well I work 9 – 4 this evening, but tomorrow morning I will be?
The Alpha: Until then. Goodbye Stiles.
Stiles: Goodbye Alpha.

Stiles closed the chat and went back into the settings and sucked his lip a little more before transferring the $200 into his bank. That giddy feeling went away quickly, and he felt a little dirty. What did this make him? He didn’t really want to think of the answer. Putting his phone on charge, he took one quick look at the clock and realised he should probably get an hour or two of studying in before he headed to work. As he tried to concentrate on his work, all he could think about was The Alpha and how he couldn’t wait to talk to him again.

A/N

Hi guys so I hope you like this. Idk what else to put so........... 

Keighlea

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