Sasha's Gift

By Kastil Eavenshade

When an old lover shows up out of the blue and gives him a way off the streets, Sasha thinks he's back on track. It’s not until he finds out his friend only wants him as a prize to pimp out to the highest bidder that Sasha realizes his past could haunt him forever.

To break free of what he once was, Sasha has to learn how to trust someone he's only known through the local soup kitchen. It won't be an easy round when his savior David shows him there's more to love than handcuffs and leather.

Be Warned: m/m sex, multiple partners, bondage, forced seduction

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jan 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771302289

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Copyright© 2012 Kastil Eavenshade

ISBN: 978-1-77130-228-9

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Melissa Hosack

Proofreader: Sara Muller

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For my very large Italian family. Thanks for supporting me no matter where my muse takes me. Ti voglio molto bene.

SASHA’S GIFT

Kastil Evanshade

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

The dazzling lights sparkled on the mirror-like sheen of the stage. Dressed in a pair of black latex shorts barely covering his package, Sasha swayed on the pole. Several bills in various denominations peeked out of his waistband.

Out in the crowd, the lusty eyes of the patrons followed his every move. The allure of green paper had Sasha dropping to the floor. On his hands and knees, he crawled toward his catch.

The man appeared to be around thirty, and his tongue darted out to lick his dry lips. Sasha mimicked his potential customer by flicking his tongue out. The tremor of the dollar brought a smile to his lips. The man had noticed the piercing through Sasha’s tongue.

His hips slid to the edge of the stage. The man stuffed the dollar, along with a ten, in Sasha’s pants. His generous tipper’s fingers lingered on Sasha’s skin. He rolled away from the touch but faced the man. His hands grasped the edge of the stage and he pumped his hips, thrusting against an invisible lover. More money appeared in the captivated man’s fingers, and Sasha leaned over the stage to whisper in his ear.

Care to touch more? He huffed a breath to seal the deal.

How much?

One hundred for a private room. Sasha edged back out of the man’s reach. His hand roamed the entire length of his body before his gaze landed back on his prospect. One nod from the man and a grin spread on Sasha’s mouth. He finished his dance and headed off the stage.

As he drew the curtain aside, he caught the towel the next dancer threw at him.

Hooked the pervert at the end of the stage, didn’t you?

Amazing what grown men will do, Tony. Sasha winked. Your target is sitting off to the left.

Thanks. Tony adjusted his neon green lace gloves. I put the number to that guy who can give you more hardware on your stand.

Music boomed from the other side of the curtain.

The sweet serenade of guitars is your song.

I prefer the organ. Tony grinned. Cassidy’s looking for you.

Sasha plucked the many bills hanging from his shorts as he headed into the main area. Several other men were putting the finishing touches on their outfits, some more elaborate than others, before their turn on the stage. Sasha shook his head at the mayhem. Most of the clientele surrounding the stage would rather the show start out with minimal clothing and a total strip down. In the private rooms, that was acceptable behavior, but Cassidy warned them all that the stage was for teasing, not for show and tell.

Without Cassidy as his coach, Sasha would still be picking up dirty laundry or working the bar. Tips at the bar were decent but didn’t compare to the money stuffed in his tight pants night after night.

His private dance alone would give him fifty percent of the profit and if the man wanted to take it further, more cash would flow Sasha’s way. He hadn’t met a man yet that would say no to someone of his slim stature. Most of the drooling masses along the stage were edging for the twink experience. Sasha excelled in that area.

Cassidy leaned against the doorframe in the back. His dark complexion contrasted nicely with the hot pink halter top he wore. Dressed for the stage but rarely on it, Cassidy only showed his skills on the main stage when one of the many employees of the underground bar turned diva on him.

Come on, Sasha. I ain’t got all day and neither do you. Cassidy snapped his fingers. Your little honey wants you dressed in a little schoolboy outfit and he upped his package to the mirror room.

The mirror room in the far corner of the back area allowed the client to see their dancer from every angle completely nude. Certain fetishes, for the right price, could be acted out. Sasha had long ago figured out that the fetish scene kept a roof over your head and a rich retirement fund flowing into your bank account. Being sexual was never a problem for him. Sex with men brought him as much pleasure as his johns. The good thing about the relationship was he didn’t have to worry about jealousy if he had multiple partners.

What’d you need, Cassidy?

To give you this. Cassidy grabbed Sasha by the neck and drew him near. Their lips touched before Sasha drank in a deeper