Insultingly Rich Male Seeking Nubile Young Boy Toy

"Of course random gay sex is against my religion!" he shrieked. "I'm celibate! I have to be! Until I get married!! And how many times do I have to tell you, I'm straight!"

He felt his face turn red, though from embarassment or yelling, he wasn't sure.

"Furthermore, whether or not I'm a virgin and where my scars came from are none of your business!" He pouted, crossing his arms.

"Is you penis my business?" he asked bluntly. "Surely your religion has nothing against a little mutual masturbation."

"Of course it does!" He shouted again. "Don't you know anything about my religion? I just explained it to your for, like, fifteen minutes!"

He groaned loudly.

"...I'm going to go. I'll be back tonight for, uh, dinner..."

"I'd probably pay better to your explanations if we were having sex," he said honestly. "Or wearing Batman and Robin costumes. It's boring otherwise.

"Say, you should sit on my lap--I promise I won't get a boner." He beamed hopefully, gesturing for Jude to sit down.

"You can tell me all about your religion."

"No thank you!" he exclaimed. "I'm perfectly fine right here."

He sighed.

"Like I said...I'm gonna go now! I'll be back, okay...?"

"Sit on my lap first," he insisted, smiling. "We can watch an episode of Batman together."

"Why?!" He asked, frowning. "I have my job to do!!"

He groaned. "...if I do, then will you let me leave?"

He nodded eagerly.

"You just have to come back in time for dinner--be here around six, so we can go. And wear something nice. Or not--I think you're really cute no matter what."

He patted his lap again. "Come on, I don't bite."

"No!" He replied, laughing nervously. "I'll just go! I'll be back soon!"

With that, he mysteriously vanished out the front door.

And he came back about ten minutes before six, dressed in a suit that was actually nicer than the one he used for his missionary work.

"Okay...I can do this." he said to himself, knocking on the door.

Cassius practically threw open the door after the first knock. He had been pacing in the living room for over an hour, anxiously awaiting Jude's return. He beamed fondly when he saw him.

"Jude," he cooed, extending a hand, "My driver can meet us at the front. Come with me?"

He took Jude's hand in his and lead him through the front yard without waiting for an answer. He nervously fiddled with his black tie as he walked; he desperately wanted to look cool tonight.

"So, you look really nice," he said awkwardly, looking to create small talk. "Not that you don't always. Are you excited about tonight? I am. Is that strange? I hope it isn't. I really want you to think I'm sexy." He laughed nervously, scratching his face.

"Of course, I guess you're the one who's really good at being sexy, so maybe I should just leave it to you."

Jude pulled his hand away, awkwardly pocketing them. He hoped Cassius didn't try to touch his hands again.

"Uh, of course I'm excited," he fibbed, smiling awkwardly. "I think you're...attractive."

He nodded. "Y-yeah."

After a moment of hesitation, Cassius took the opportunity to grope Jude's butt. It was soft and round and very much like he had imagined it through the internet.

"I'm really glad. You're quite the arm candy, so I must admit I feel intimidated...but we're really compatible, from what I can tell, so I'm just happy to be with you." He smiled genuinely.

"Do you like food?" he asked hopefully. "The place where we're going is supposed to be really hot, I hear they have great food. And live entertainment."

He shrieked like a girl, but tried to cover it up by laughing. It just made him look crazy.

"Ah! I mean, yeah, I like food!" he fibbed. "Uh, I told you I don't drink, right? No caffeine or soda or anything.

"But, I do like a lot of food...I love spicy stuff." He smiled to himself.

"Then we'll order something really spicy," he insisted, walking him beyond the front gate.

A sleek black car pulled up, and a man got out and opened on of the doors. Cassius helped Jude inside, sliding in after him.

"We'll get something really hot--almost as spicy as you are, and you're a downright firecracker. A little sex bomb." He chuckled nervously. "Even if you don't drink, that's fine--if I get intoxicated you can take care of silly old me."

"Oh no, you can't drink!" he said, gasping. "If you drink, I can't go out with you. I'm not supposed to be around people who drink..."

Jude frowned slightly. "But, uhm...do you like spicy food?"

He sat down, squirming slightly. These clothes were uncomfortable for him. "If you don't, I can just eat something else."

He nodded.

"I love spicy food--particularly if you do. I really like you, so I'd love to eat anything with you."

He chuckled and held Jude's hands in his. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather take advantage of a drunken old man who really likes you?"

Jude retracted his hand again, looking to the side. There was that guilt, again. If it kept building up, he was positive he'd burst.

"It's really okay, I grew up with really spicy food, so I can practically eat papers raw," he said, hoping to divert the subject back to food, and away from their 'relationship'.

"But, uhm, it's really okay, I like my food way too spicy," he laughed nervously.

"I like my escorts too sexy, but I hope you don't mind," he said, squeezing his hand slightly. "You're really stunning, you know that? You know what they say about the internet, but...you're something else. Genuinely sexy. And so exotic, too--look at that skin tone, and those hot scars."

He gently stroked Jude's cheek, smiling.

"I'm sorry if I act like a schmuck tonight--I'm just really in awe of someone like you. I'm not used to boys this sexy, not at all.

"Also, I told you, right? I'm exclusively gay." He batted his eyelashes. "I hope you don't mind that I only like boys...what do you like, Jude?"

"P-please don't touch me!" he said, leaning away from him. "I...I mean, it's just...my scars...they're sensitive."

He smiled nervously, slicking back his curly, messy hair.

"I'm really not attractive, though..." he mumbled, glancing out the window. It was unfortunate that all he could see was Cassius's reflection in the window. "I-I told you, I'm straight!"

He laughed, but his expression was markedly less merry.

"Oh, really? So you're just a gay boy for money? I respect that." He pulled out his wallet, selected a hundred dollar bill and slipped it into Jude's jacket pocket. "There, it's for your trouble. Thank you for keeping a lonely old man company on a night like tonight."

He kissed his hand and released it, sighing.

"The stars are out tonight, you know--it's beautiful. I feel kinda guilty for dragging a young thing like you along with me--would you rather be out partying with younger people? I promise I'll be the best company I can. I like Batman, and I'm simple, but hey--I'm loaded. We can do a bit of shopping after dinner, if that's what you like."

He leaned closer, winking. "If you change your mind about wanting to see me drunk, it makes me a little looser with my change."

"I'm not after your money!" He said, shoving the bill back at Cassius. He couldn't believe he was refusing money. No, of course he was refusing money. No matter what his mother said, accepting money like this was against his religion. He had plenty of sustenance, he didn't need charity. There were people who needed it more than him.

He was glad to have his hand back, though, and he glanced at the scar on his palm. It twinged, and he pretended it wasn't due to his guilt.

"I don't have any friends," he said, before realizing how entirely sad that sounded. "What I mean is, I don't go out partying. I stay at home and pray."

"Oh," he said surprised. "...Like, really? You're not joking? That's incredible. Well, odd, I mean, but interesting nonetheless--I never would've guessed you were the religious type and not the partying type from our internet conversations."

He chuckled, shrugging. "Then again, you did try to hand me a pamphlet and explain all the Jesus mumbo-jumbo when you showed up, so I guess I should've known, huh? Well, we can talk about religion over dinner if that's really where your heart's at. I'd love to hear you speak."

He awkwardly fingered the bill in his hands, repeatedly glancing at it, and then Jude.

"Are you sure you don't want this? It's the least I can do--if you won't take it, at least let me buy you something. Please. It'd make me happy. Come on, don't you sugar babies love being pampered? I'd really love to spoil you." He smiled gently. "I won't even ask for sex--I thought about it, and it is the first night, and you're probably really classy. I can wait; I just got carried away at first, because you're really sexy. You have a really nice ass."

"I keep telling you, I've never talked to you on the internet..." he mumbled, wondering if Cassius would ever believe him. He mentally voted 'no'.

He glanced at the bill in the other man's hands as well, awkwardly swallowing. Those pesky instincts his mother has taught him were kicking in. How he'd love for Cassius to spend money on him...

"N-no," he replied, barely able to choke out the answer. "If you want to impress me, you'll give your money to charity. Or the church."

He couldn't believe what he was saying. For a split instant, all he could think about was how he needed the money more than some starving child in Africa or some greedy priest. He took a deep breath, looking out the window again.

"I'll give a dollar to charity for every dollar I spend on you," he said suddenly. "No more, no less. How is that? Would you like that? Would you let me completely spoil you?"

He leaned into Jude personal space, giving him a pleading look.

"Please say yes. You'd make a silly old man very happy. Promise me you'll let me spend on you, even if it's just a few things. We'll go out after dinner and we'll head back home before midnight."

He leaned away, mostly out of habit, but also because he felt that god damned guilt again. If only it would leave him alone!

"Y-yes, that's...I suppose I can do that," he said, a bit too quickly. He knew, too. It was obvious that he wanted to be doted on. How he needed certain things. He didn't even own a TV or a laptop. His bed was old and decaying. His small apartment was a mess. He barely had food or clothes, all he had were his missionary clothes. He was completely broke.

But there was no way he was going to openly admit that. He couldn't, especially not to this man he had just met. He just prayed that the rich man didn't ask to ever see his apartment. With one of them being the more obvious rich one, he deemed it pretty unlikely he'd ever ask. That was for the better; with how badly Cassius wanted to spend money on him, Jude couldn't even imagine how much Cassius would spend on him if he knew the state of his living space.