Daygo's Fury (5 page)

Some of the older whores still remembered him as a babe and sometimes kept some liquor or other treats for him when he called over. The last time Liam had gotten drunk was from liquor taken from Tanya’s.

“Better go so!” Liam said. It was half an hour’s walk to Tanya’s. The sun had started to dip in the sky and by Liam’s guess it would be dark in less than two hours.

******

The whorehouse stood at a curve in the road of Dame Lane. On the outside it looked like a normal tavern except that the brickwork was painted a dark red. The paint was peeling free in places but still gave an exotic appeal when surrounded by the dirty greys to either side. The front door was locked as it often was, but down the alleyway to the side of the brothel was another door.

Calum knocked and the boys waited to be admitted. A moment later, the door opened a fraction to a painted face. She was old and wrinkly.

“Calum!” she smiled, opening the door wider.

“Hello, Miss Lana,” he said, and she laughed. Calum had told Liam earlier that she loved it when he called her that.

“Miss Lana! Look at you! And you brought Liam!” She smiled, looking at Liam. She gave him a wink and asked, “Come to pop your cherry, have you?”

Liam blushed. “No,” he blurted out, suddenly unable to think of anything to say.

“Really, no interest? Do you prefer boys? Is that it?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“No,” Liam blurted again and stood there. He could feel his face burning red as Lana let out a burst of laughter.

“Well, come on in,” she said, smiling and stepping aside. Liam followed Calum in the door. He was amazed at what he saw. The windows in the room were shuttered closed and draped in dark red curtains. Two similar curtains hung from ceiling to floor about five meters in front of him. The first was draped from the left wall to slightly beyond the centre of the room, while the second, a few feet behind the first, extended from the right wall to inside and past where the first one stopped, creating a short tunnel, into what Liam didn’t know.

The only light in the room came from four lamps that burned on both walls to either side of Liam. The room, or what Liam could see of it, was quite large. To the right of the door that Liam entered was a counter as high as his shoulder where incense burned, and to the left were two couches, made from red cloth, that were arranged perpendicular to each other at the corner of the room.

The smell of incense was strong, creating a mystical air as shadows from the lamplight played across the curtains. Liam was unable to quell the building excitement in his stomach and a stirring below as he wondered at what lay beyond the red veil laid out before him.

“Sit, sit!” said Lana, gesturing over to the couches. Liam sat down gratefully on the nearest one, Calum taking the place next to him. Lana stood in front of their couch with her hands on her hips and looked down at them, her eyes moving from one to the other.

Her face was powdered white with red blush on each cheek and red lipstick. Her eyebrows were almost plucked clear and accentuated by black eyeliner. Her eyelashes were long and black, and she had a net over her short cropped hair. She wore an ankle-length red gown that seemed to be made of many layers. Sleeves extended past her elbows but were slit to form lace that draped past her hands.

Liam’s eyes flittered about the room, marvelling at the effect. Everything seemed to be bathed in a soft red glow, Lana’s powdered face the only thing to stand out, slightly surreal in the dim lighting.

“So, Calum, here to see Layla again?” she asked suddenly with a smile. “I’m not surprised she has you coming back for more! She’s one of our best.” She turned briskly around and walked up to the curtain in front of them, pulling it over and peering in behind at the other side.

“No …” said Calum, his blush hidden in the gloom, but he couldn’t get any more words out as Lana let out a yell.

“Layla! Guess who it is? Loverboy has come back for more!” She looked back at Calum as she said it, offering him a wink. Calum smiled back at her, fidgeting with his hands. Liam could see the sides of Lana’s mouth twitch upwards at the sight.

“Loverboy?” came a high-pitched voice from the other room.

Liam watched as a shadow darkened its way across the cloth of the curtain. It seemed to move with practiced slowness. He could hear the soft tread of footsteps and even caught a glimpse of slippered feet as it passed. He felt his pulse race as he watched, entranced. Lana took a step back from the opening as the shadow neared. He noticed her head turn to face the boys once more and got the sense that she was studying their reactions to everything taking place in the room.

Finally, the shadow reached the curtain’s edge, and a pretty face popped out from behind it. She scanned the room for a moment, her gaze falling to rest on Calum’s face. Her eyes sparkled with recognition, and Liam found himself looking over at Calum and seeing his face widen into a smile.

“Calum!” Layla exclaimed and came out from around the curtain. Liam was glad of the dimmed lighting as he felt his face blush crimson. Layla had much less on than Lana. She wore a light, voluminous sleeveless gown that ended above her knees. Underneath, she only wore a bra and black underwear with little patterns cut out of the cloth along her thighs and midriff. Her stomach and legs were bare.

Her large breasts were propped out in front of her, the gown hanging loosely down off them. Liam could see her nipples pressing through the cloth and shifted uncomfortably. He looked up and caught Lana watching him and knew she had noticed the gesture. He looked away again quickly, embarrassed.

His heart pounded in his chest as Layla swept over to sit on the hand rest beside Calum. She laid a hand on his head, running her fingers through his hair, and Liam could see Calum shifting in a similar way to him.

“Have you come back for another tumble?” she asked him sweetly. Liam couldn’t help but notice how her breasts touched lightly against Calum’s face again and again as she talked and found himself wishing he could trade places with him. “I knew you had more left in you after the last time!”

Liam’s eyes went wide. Calum had told him how he had rode one of the girls in Lana’s, how sexy she was and how her tits were huge. Liam had listened intently, hanging on every word. Even so, he had harboured some doubt that Calum was making it all up or at least exaggerating the truth. Now he knew it was true.

“I dono …” said Calum, unsure. “Maybe.”

Layla smiled brightly. “Really!” she chimed. “You’ll have to pay this time, though.” At that Calum’s face dropped, and Layla laughed. She swooped up and swayed to the red curtain, her buttocks bouncing as her hips swished from side to side. Liam was embarrassed to look but couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

“Liam!” Lana suddenly exclaimed and he jumped, shooting his eyes away from Layla’s rear, caught in the act. Lana hooted with laughter while Liam fidgeted, unsure of what to do.

“Sorry,” he managed to say, almost a whimper. Layla gave him a momentary glance as she turned and looked back to Calum mischievously.

“Don’t worry,” she said to him. “Come back again when you have the coin and I’ll be glad to welcome you back to my bed. I’ll even give you a discount!” Her eyes seemed to speak of her lust for Calum’s company before she turned to Lana. They shared a quick whispered conversation before she disappeared behind the curtain once more. Liam followed her shadow as it faded from view.

“Okay, boys!” Lana clapped her hands. “Business is about to start soon and I can’t have you two loitering around here when the customers come.” She eyed Calum for a moment.

“Since you haven’t come here to see Layla,” she continued, “I’m guessing you came over for what I promised you last week.” She turned and went behind the counter in the corner, ducking down below it. She straightened up again with a half-empty bottle in her hand.

“This what you want?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Calum said. He went to stand up and stopped. Re-adjusting his tunic he tried again and walked over to the counter. Liam got up and followed him, hands strategically held together in front of his crotch.

As Calum reached to take the bottle, Lana pulled it back a little, holding onto it for a moment.

“This is strong stuff now, Calum! You be careful with it and don’t go drinking it all on your own. Share it with Liam,” she looked over at him as she said it, “although I doubt he’ll need the perking up!”

Calum laughed, taking the bottle. “Will do. Thanks, Miss Lana,” he said.

“Be sure to call over again now, won’t you, dearie? Don’t lose touch, there might even be more of where that came from,” she said, nodding towards the bottle. She seemed genuine as she said it.

Calum promised that he’d be back again next week.

“And no more of this Miss Lana business! You’re a boy no longer. Now go on, be gone.” Lana ushered them out the door and they both walked out, happy with their prize. Liam shouted a goodbye as the door closed behind them.

******

Once outside Lana’s, the boys set off for an abandoned building they had discovered at the outskirts of Ratville a week before. It was one of many collapsed buildings in the slums, where the inhabitants had either died beneath the brick and wooden beams or had abandoned their previous home in search of something still standing.

Calum took a swig from the bottle on their way, grimacing as he swallowed the murky liquid. He passed the bottle to Liam.

“What is it?” he asked, taking the bottle and putting it to his lips. The liquid burned his throat on the way down and he was left gasping. Calum laughed.

“Satti,” he said. “I think. The matis brew it in big baths all around the place, but Lana told me the Kruls came up with it.”

Liam passed the bottle back to Calum. “So that was the girl,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah,” Calum smirked back. “Nice, isn’t she?”

“I thought I was goina blow in my pants. Her tits were huge!” Liam exclaimed and Calum laughed. In reality, Liam had never blown in his pants or ejaculated in any form at all. Sometimes at night he would hear some of the other boys wanking and had given it a go a few times himself but as of yet had had no luck. He was determined to do it soon though.

Calum suddenly held out a hand to his chest, stopping him mid-stride. He looked ahead of them and cursed. Ten yards up the alleyway they had turned onto were two older boys huddled together in conversation. They looked up at the sound of the boys’ approach. Liam gritted his teeth, annoyed at the lack of attention they had been paying to the streets.

The alleyways and streets of the slums were always fraught with risk, and the boys were instantly on edge. It was always better to avoid those stronger than you when possible, and if Liam and Calum had been looking ahead they might have escaped unnoticed.

The boys in front of them were more young men than boys, both a few inches taller than Calum. They were slight of build and rangy.

There was a moment of silence and stillness as both parties looked at each other. Then one of the men seemed to take in what Calum was holding in his hand.

“Havin’ a drink, lads?” he asked. “Sur do ye wanna come on over here and share it with us?” His friend laughed.

Liam and Calum didn’t waste any time in conversation. They had been here before and knew the story. Liam turned slightly to Calum.

“We take ’em around the corner we just came from?” he muttered. Calum took a moment to think, then nodded. “I’ll go down, you wait.” Calum nodded again.

Over the last few years the boys had often run through scenarios with each other. Forming up ways of fighting back, stealing, escaping and scamming. They had enjoyed the thoughts of glory that they entertained, but it wasn’t long before they realised the validity of such exercises. Acting together they could work.

Every time they had gotten caught out and had to take a beating, any time they had miss-stepped, they had talked over all of the mistakes they had made and worked on everything they should have done, so that if it ever happened again, they would be prepared.

They had a strong partnership worked out. Each knew and understood the other person and could predict how they would act in any given situation. This cohesion gave them an advantage well needed against the extra size and strength of older boys and men.

The decision made, they delayed no longer. Both turned in an instant and ran back down the alleyway. Liam heard a yell from the assailants behind them, no doubt a little surprised at their sudden flight. He turned at the corner, close on the heels of Calum, and risked a glance backwards as he did. Sure enough, the two men were setting off in pursuit, but Liam and Calum weren’t planning on giving them a chase.

Once around the corner, Liam sank down to his heels and pressed himself against the wall just inside the alleyway. He swiftly pulled the knife out of his pocket and sat deathly still, waiting for the men to come flying around the corner. The sun was only an hour from setting and the alleyway was murky in shadow. He bunched his muscles, ready to pounce.

Calum stopped about ten yards further down, gripping his knife in one hand and the bottle in the other as he turned to face the way he had come.

A moment later, the two men burst around the corner, giving chase, fully expecting Liam and Calum to be making haste in their escape.