A Critical Difference
Jaden is about to learn about a small but critical difference…
A Critical Difference. September 2025 Jaden is about to learn about a small but critical difference… Intro: "I'm Jaden, its my 21st birthday and its kinda a big deal." The young, smug, and ever so punchable human said into the camera. "I chartered a yacht for a cruise down the coast, and hired some bar and bud tenders to take care of me and my crew." Jaden explained to the phone he held in a selfie-wand as he sat in the leather seat in the back of an Escalade SUV. "Now, I'm filthy rich, not because because my parents do something in finance, or whatever. But money is no object to me, because I'm a player, you see? Like I'm the main character here!" He said with confidence, puckering for the camera and teasing his curly blond hair. "My rhymes are fire like me, and my first album is going to really smoke the whole room." Jaden called himself a player, but was actually just a spoiled brat. His parents used their wealth to keep him out of their hair with nannies, paying for private schools, paying for his expensive toys and clothes, and finally securing an easy scholarship for him at a party-heavy university. As far as Jaden was concerned his parents were a blank check if he whined enough, and he was really, really good at that. Jaden was heading to his big party, his friends were already waiting, and as he was reclining in the back seat, he was planning for his grand entry when he arrived at the marina. He wasn’t supposed to drive anymore after that road rage incident made him lose his license, and so after he got beat up at school his freshman year, his parents paid for a body guard (its a tax write off). The guy assigned to that soul-draining assignment was effectively Jaden’s driver, bodyguard, mess-cleaner-upper, and personal errand-boy. It was a demeaning position for the grizzled older man, Miguel, who only stayed because his family needed the money that bad. Miguel hated his assignment so bad. All Jadens antics and high-and-mighty posturing. Miguel even started smoking again because of that damn brat. The sun was setting as Miguel pulled the gold bedazzled SUV up to a stop light not far from the marina. Jaden was listening to his trashy and pretentious pop-'rap' loudly, wearing trendy hip-hop styled hoodie and baggy bluejeans, occasionally trying to rhyme, and drinking light beer from a red plastic cup. Sitting at the stoplight and looking in the rear view mirror at his client, Miguel was thinking more and more about the cigarette pack in his suit’s breast pocket. Now Jaden had the window down and was cat-calling two attractive young ladies that were crossing the street. He was trying to suggest they join him in the back seat of his Escalade, they could party with him on his boat and how if they worked hard enough at satisfying him, he would think about letting them be in his next music video, as if that were a good thing. Miguel rolled his eyes, this kid thought he was a musician and rapper, but really he was talentless dope surrounded by money grubbing friends willing to tell him he was going to be a star so they could party on his dime. Jadens view of the ladies and also his 'conversation' at them was suddenly blocked by a blacked-out suburban with dark tinted windows gliding smoothly to a stop in the lane next to them at the red light. Jaden immediately flew off the handle, and Miguel sighed. Jaden was shouting, just about leaning out the window while shouting at the suburban “get the fuck out of the way! I was talking to the ladies here you piece of fucking trash!” The front window of the suburban rolled down and the gruff looking canine driver also in a suit and tie leaned out and told Jaden to shut his mouth and mind his lane. Jaden threw his half cup of beer at the suburban, the cup splashing and bouncing it off the back door, and shouted back “The fuck you say to me? Bitch, do you know who I am?” He postured, again half leaning out the window. The back window of the suburban rolled down a few inches but the darkness inside didn’t reveal anything. “I want to teach him some manners.” A deep rumbling voice boomed from the dark back seat. Instantly a fit looking Doberman in a black suit with a red tie, glossy dress shoes, dark shades, with a clear-tube ear-piece, who was holding a suppressed mp-5 in a low guard from a single point sling stepped put of the front passenger seat of the black suburban and took a guard position near the hood, as a second suburban rolled up quickly, passing and stoping just in front of the driver side of the escalade. Two more dobermans in suits stepped put of that one, just as well armed, one approached and motioned Miguel to get out. Miguel did and raised his hands, he was not dying today for this little punk. Jaden was in a full panic, he fumbled for the chrome plated pistol in his hoodie pocket, but when one of the Dobermans In Black pulled the back door open, dropping his MP5 and letting it hang from the sling as he grabbed Jadens wrist with one hand, and the gun with the other, snatching it from him. Jaden tried to back peddle in the rear seat, but the door behind him opened, and another D.I.B. grabbed him from behind and holding his arms while the first searched him. The third D.I.B. got in the vacant driver seat and checked the car. “Get off me let me go!” Jaden tried to kick the dog that was searching him. The DIB punched him in the face, Jadens had a big bruise around his right eye, and he looked terrified. Getting hit made him realize he was in trouble. After Jaden and the car were given a cursory search, Jaden was released, and the DIB behind him closed the door while the one that punched him told him tersely: “Sit. Stay.” As he backed out of the escalade. “Fuck you!” Jaden said nearly hysterical. The DIB leaned back in to the car and bitch-slapped Jadens face. “Shut up.” The canine growled at Jaden before a large dark brown hand gripped the DIB's shoulder, and moved him out of the door, revealing a huge muscular doberman in a burgundy suit. The huge red doberman slid confidently in to the back seat next to Jaden and the guard dog shut the door and got in the front seat, along with a second as a driver. Jaden was terrified. He didn’t have his body guard or posse of friends to protect him, not that his friends could or would protect him from this kinda trouble. “Well, aren’t you just a little gangster?” Mr Red said calmly as he looked down on Jaden. Jaden had the first tear forming in his bruised eye, because at heart Jaden was all bark and no bite. “Awww, now its ok.” Mr. Red said softly as he reached down and traced a finger around the bruise and the wiped a tear from Jadens eye, and his hand cupped Jadens chin, and his thumb brushed Jadens swollen lip. “My boys really roughed you up.” He said softly. But Mr Red’s expression hardened. “But you’re a tough guy right?” Mr Red asked, boring into Jadens eyes. Jaden was terrified. He was more like a small dog that barked and growled a lot, but right now his bluff was called. “Whats the matter boy?” Mr red asked, drawing his paw back and giving Jadens face a light but rough smack. “Sir.” The DIB in the front passenger seat handed Mr. Red a phone. Mr Red ignored Jaden for a moment and took the device and scrolled the screen some. What Jaden saw on the screen concerned him some, it was records and details about him and his family. Full names, address, phone numbers, emails, associates, everything. “Hmmm.” Mr Red tapped play on a video linked in the dossier, it was one Jaden had posted earlier in the month. The video was of Jaden and his hangers-on posing and acting tough, flashing guns and money in front of the camera, and Jaden trying to rhyme while groping a half naked woman. Mr. Red cut it off after a few seconds. “So Jaden, as you see, I do know who you are.” Mr red said calmly handing the phone back to the DIB. “You’re a pathetic little bitch. A boy pretending to be a man.” Mr Red said factually. Jaden burned with humiliation but stayed quiet, eyes down. “See, a real man would have challenged me right now, but you sit there quietly and take it. Just like the little punk-ass bitch you are.” Mr Red said, as he made a small hand motion to the driver, and the SUV pulled smoothly but quickly away from the light. Miguel stood on the side of the road with his hands up. The DIB that had frisked him had pulled and tossed Miguel's gun and cellphones in the gutter. As the Escalade drove away with Jaden and Mr Red, the DIB watching Miguel backed up, lowered his MP5, and gave a curt nod to Miguel, who returned the silent nod of recognition of one professional to another as he slowly lowered his hands. The DIB moved back and got in the Black SUV as it pulled away quickly, following the Escalade. Miguel reached down and picked up his gun and then his cell phones. Re-holstering his gun under his suit jacket, he pulled out his cigarettes and lighter. Lighting up a cigarette he took a drag and let out a long sigh. He was going to call and report his client missing. Maybe. And if so, only after he finished this cigarette. The Club: The Escalade and two suburbans pulled up to a trendy club and DIBs opened the car doors for Mr Red and the other grabbed Jaden by his shirt collar and forced him to follow Mr. Red inside. Mr. Red was greeted by a man in a gaudy metallic blue suit who seemed to be the owner, and two human female escorts in red sparkling evening dresses. “Welcome back!” He announced with open arms, then frantically waved one of the ladies who was bringing a tray with champagne flutes. Mr. Red took one, as did the man. “Ava and Eva are of course here for you tonight as well.” The club owner said, he eyed Jaden curiously, but pretended Jaden wasn’t there. Both ladies walked over to Mr Red and reached out to caress his arms and back. Jaden was unnerved by how everyone seemed to ignore him... like as soon as they saw him, they suddenly looked away from him or through him, and pretended they never saw him and acted he wasn't even there. “The VIP room is of course ready for you.” The Owner said while eying a nearby server, subtly ordering with a curt and urgent hand wave that room to be cleared. “Good.” was all Mr Red replied and two DIBs (now without mp5s) walked in front of Mr red, opening doors and scanning the room. One DIB forced Jaden to follow, gripping his collar and arm firmly, as they took an elevator up to the upper floor of the VIP lounge. Loud bass music permeated the building and the rumble of voices could be heard. Neon colors and an assortment of people dressed in every thing from suits and graceful gowns and guys dressed in street-sharp hoodies and pressed designer jeans or ladies in chic micro-skirts. Jaden barely noticed much of that as he was dragged in to a private room off the VIP lounge. The first two DIBs entered and checked the room, then stepped back outside and took guard stances on either side of the door. The two ladies that had been clinging to Mr. Red and caressing his back and arms were dismissed with a small horizontal wave of the paw, and they quickly and quietly left. As Mr. Red entered the last two DIBs followed and stood on either side of the room. Jaden was thrown roughly to the floor in the middle of the room. VIP Room 3 The VIP lounge of the club was its own private club inside the club. It had its own dance floor, stage, several bars that only served premium drinks, and separate staff that were paid well enough to stay quiet about who visited and anything that happened there. This was a place for celebrities, billionaires, CEOs, and leaders of not-entirely-legitimate enterprises. There was a roof top terrace, and even a small 5 star restaurant inside the private members only areas. It was a place to escape to and unwind for people who wouldn’t or couldn’t be mingling with average plebs. The VIP rooms ranged from single rooms with couches to suites with private bars, bathrooms and beds. The suite they were in today had a balcony over the outdoor patio, a mirror glass wall looking down over the dance floor and stage, and a smaller balcony overlooking inside the club. Leather couches, a mini bar, there was even a full bathroom too. “Call Shay, have him bring a whore along.” Mr. Red said as he walked past Jaden and sat down on a leather couch, unbuttoning his jacket. One of the DIBs nodded, pulled out a phone, and stepping away he made a call, presumably to 'Shay'. Mr. Red sighed, and sipped the champagne. “So Jaden, you think you’re an artist? A gangster? A player maybe?” He asked incredulously without waiting for a response. “But I know your none of those things. You’re just a dumb punk-ass with a bunch of bravado when you’re surrounded by your so-called friends.” He said without even bothering to look at Jaden. Jaden wasn’t in a place to reply, still on his hands and knees on the floor in front of Mr. Red. He knew he was in serious danger right now. "The only real question is ...are you a bitch or a whore?" Mr. Red asked rhetorically. After taking a sip of the champaign he continued "Your 'music' is garbage, you have no talent, and your in really deep trouble right now." He continued "but your also in great luck, because I plan or sorting this whole mess out for you." - there was a nock at the door. "Let Shay and the whore in." Mr. Red said. One of the D.I.B.s checked the peephole then allowed two humans in. One was well dressed man wearing tight bluejeans and a black button-down shirt and vest. He was dressed with style and a flash of confidence; the other was a young man in a tight hot pink crop-top and metallic pink micro-skirt and glittery pink high heels. His mascara was running from his tear filled eyes, and he looked terrified as he was pulled in to the room by a D.I.B. "Sir, do you need a drink?!" Shay said walking quickly over to Mr. Red and offering a bow of his head, but also getting a big glance at Jaden. "Yes, please." Mr. Red replied with a soft smile. Shay quickly walked over to the bar and started prepping a drink. "Bring that whore here." Mr. Red said, pointing next to Jaden. The DIB pulled the whore over and pushed him down to his knees next to Jaden, and honestly Jaden was disgusted by him. Cross-dressed, black eye, short hair was dyed pink and a mess, in tears, and all but shaking in fear. "Now, Jaden lets get back to our business of determining what you are, that is, are you a bitch or a whore?" He said casually as Shay brought him his drink and took the empty champaign flute. Mr. Red took the drink and patted his lap twice. "You see, Shay here, he's a bitch." Shay sat on Mr. Red's lap without hesitation, dwarfed by the big canine as he put his arm around Shay. "And that thing?" Mr. Red gestured at the human kneeling next to Jaden with the small glass of whiskey "-Shes a whore." He said casually. Turning to the nearest DIB he just said: "fuck her." The DIB nodded and as he walked over, popped out his ear piece, and took off his suit jacket throwing it to the side. He pulled out his pistol, safetied it, and handed it to another DIB who stepped up to take it. The Doberman unzipped his pants and pulled out his glistening red cock as he grabbed the whore. She resisted weakly, and cried out earning a backhand before her skirt was pulled up, her panties tugged down, and she closed her eyes and sobbed out loud as the doberman fucked 'her' in the ass. Jaden tried to not watch, but it was hard not to see when he was kneeling on the floor next to it as it happened. The growling of the doberman, the slapping of skin, the cries and sobs of the whore. Jaden was petrified. After a moment he did realize Shay was watching it all, but Mr. Red seemed disinterested as he sipped his drink and did something on his phone. As the DIB slammed home in a climax, knotting the whore, he dropped on top of her breathing heavily. Mr. Red put his phone away, and casually said: "Shay, suck his cock." Mr. Red pointed to another DIB. "Yes sir." Shay hopped up and walked over to the other DIB, and dropped smoothly to his knees in front of the canine, and unzipped the guard dogs slacks and pulled out a red canine cock. Jaden was horrified to watch Shay just, like casually lean in and suck cock. His head bobbing eagerly and quickly without hesitation, and he held the base of the huge cock with his hands, tugging it slightly as he sucked. "You see whores are unwilling holes that get used. Bitches are just obedient and willing sluts that serve. Theres a big distinction. Bitches submit. Bitches choose to submit. They choose to be a bitch." Mr. Red waved a paw at Shay trying to suck the soul out of the DIB through his cock. "Now whores... whores, well they resist, they don't obey, and so they get broken... used like the worthless hole they are." Mr. Red waved his other paw towards the whore, still knotted by a spent DIB lsying on top of 'her'. Suddenly the other DIB moaned as he thrust his hips forward, and his hand gripped the back of shay's head, as he came in Shays throat. After a few breaths, the DIB pulled out of Shays face, and shay coughed and wiped his face. "Shay, get all three of them to a room, and when he unknots her, get her back to the whore house." Shay seemed unhappy to be sent away, but walked over to the DIB who was tied to the whore's ass still as he stood. The DIB picking 'her' up with him, and carried her to the door. Shay opened the door and left with the DIBs, giving one last curious glance at Jaden before the door closed. "So, are you a bitch or a whore Jaden?" Mr. Red asked very directly. Jaden sat back on his heels, terrified and realizing he needed to think faster. "Answer me!" Mr. Red demanded standing up. "B-bitch." Jaden stammered in a whisper. "What was that? I couldn't hear you, you were talking like a whore." Mr. Red slapped Jadens face hard. "And whores don't talk to me." Jaden was angry as he held his red cheek, but not stupid. "I'm...I'm a bitch." "Say it like you mean it Jaden, you don't want me to confuse you for a whore." Mr. Red said coldly. "I'm a bitch!" Jaden almost shouted with as much anger as he could muster. "You just said it like one. And that pouting angry face right now? Very much a bitches face." Mr. Red said with a wicked grin. "But those are just words... if your really a bitch, prove it. Suck my cock." Mr red said putting his hands on his hips. "What!? I'm not a fag!" Jaden shouted, and started to stand up. Mr. Red bitch-slapped Jaden again, but harder sending him back down to his ass. "Never disrespect me." He said ice cold. "You can suck my cock like a bitch, or I'll fuck you like a whore. What will it be?" He said taking off his jacket and tossing it aside. He stood over Jaden who looked up angrily at him from the floor. Mr. Red was rolling up his dark gray button down shirt sleeves. Jaden had a tear in his eye as he got on his knees. "I...l'll do it." He said quietly, his fists balled up. "Do what." "Suck." Was all Jaden could say. "Do it then boy. Prove to me your not a whore." Mr. Red said unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his fly, then lowering and stepping out of his burgundy slacks he took a step towards Jaden, standing in front of him in glossy red silk boxers. Jadens heart was pounding, but his options were not good. "Hurry up, remember bitches are willing and obedient, whores have to be forced. And I'm seeing a lot of whore in your behavior right now." Jaden reached over, his hands shaking as he gripped the band on the big dobermans boxers and slowly lowered them. Jaden was straight as an arrow, and he couldn't believe he was doing this. As he slid the boxers down Mr. Red stood with his arms crossed looking down with a grin on Jaden. The boxers slid lower, and over a big bulge, it was Mr. Reds fat sheath, and as that popped in to view, the red-pink pointed cock tip was starting to show. He looked at the swelling and growing cock and felt a bit sick. The canines crotch smelled of maleness, and that was not what Jaden was interested in at all. He liked perfumed girls, not cock. "Go ahead, open your mouth. And don't disappoint me. And if you nick me with any teeth...well whores without teeth are actually quite popular." Mr. Red said. The scent, the sight, the thought, they all terrified Jaden. Jaden was looking at the huge cock hanging down, it was at least 12 inches already as it swoll and extended. He opened his mouth unwillingly and with his tongue out some he leaned slowly towards the task he did not want to do, cringing. A paw landed on the back of his head. "Get to it." His face was pressed up against the hot wet cock, and Jaden pressed back involuntarily, pushing away from the cock. The paw on the back of his head gripped his hair, pulling him away, the other paw slapped him across the face with a hot wet cock, then forced its tip to his lips. "Suck it or I will fuck you within an inch of your life." He opened his mouth to plead, but he got a mouth full of cock instead. He tried to spit it out, the taste of cock repulsed him, but it was in his mouth, and the male that stood over him was very likely to hurt him in unique and ...memorable ways if he did anything but comply. In tears he sucked, unwillingly tasting cock for the first time. "Thats it." Mr. Red said softly. Mr. Red thrust, and his hand slowly bobbed Jadens head on his cock, he didn't give the bitch too much of it, that would take time and training. This was just humiliation and education fir Jaden. "I'm almost disappointed that your doing so good, boy." Mr. Red said. "I already had been thinking of creative whore names for you on the drive over here." He said with heavy breath. Mr. Red transitioned his hand to a grip of Jadens curly blond hair right on the back of his head, pulling his face off the cock with a wet slurp. Jaden was panting catching his breath, mouth open, boner pointed at his face still. "Hold still boy. Keep your mouth just like that." Mr. Red then face fucked Jadens lips with the head of his cock, keeping strong eye contact. Jaden closed his eyes again, but Mr red growled at him to keep them open, to hold eye contact. Mr. Red was close and stroked with one hand, pushing his tip in to Jaden's mouth, and rubbing it on his face occasionally. He blew his load in Jadens mouth some, and the rest on his face. Mr red stopped shooting his load and threw Jaden backwards to the floor. "Good bitch." He said as he sat back down, and picked up his drink. A year and a-half later: Jaden was nervous, his first big event was coming up. He was booked to open before several trending artists, and the house was packed. There were talent scouts and record labels present. In the last year he had worked hard and trained hard. The voice coaches, the performance and dance coaches, the influence and brand coach, all had honed his skills to make him a low ranking but potential filled artist. Jaden was nervous, his personal style and brand director was picked by Shay. His style and brand were... metrosexual at best. His lyrics were required by Shay to have certain phrases, ideas, themes, or statements. And there was no way out of it, shay, or rather Mr. Red by proxy had also exploited Jaden in a series of pornos centered around a slim, hip, fashionable boi getting gang banged by packs of horny canines. There were over fifty pornos and growing. Crossing Mr. Red would end his career instantly. Jaden hated all the things he was required to add to his music, all the gay innuendos, the tight clothes he had to wear, that he had to stay slim and athletic at best, and all the back up and dancers had to be muscled shirtless guys. There was also always by requirement a female around, but she was paid, and he was not aloud to sleep with her. Shay even locked Jadens cock in chastity just to be sure. Jaden stood in his tight low rise jeans, slim sneakers, and a shirt that was short enough to reviled some skin and the top of his bright colored bikini style briefs. His hoodie was required to be cut for a girl, with a high waist to keep that skin exposed. His image and style were carefully cultivated to be sexy, modern, and smooth, and some what effeminate over all. The stage director handed him a mike painted bright red, and counted down with a his fingers: 3, 2, 1, and pointed at Jaden. The lights went up and the music started as Jaden took a breath and stepped out on stage as confidently as he could. "Hey Miami! I'm Lil'B, and I'm about to slide into your playlist! Now listen here-" Jaden had practiced for six months for this one act. This was make or break. Jaden had a 15 minute performance, and he was exhausted when the lights lowered, the music played him out, and he ran off stage to the sound of a cheering crowd. He felt great, he was finally making it happen! Shay and his team of coaches were waiting for him off stage, they congratulated him and pat his back as he walked to the makeup room back stage. He entered the room and closed the door. A strange mix of emotions washed over him as he thought about what he had achieved, and the prices he had paid. "Good job lil'B." A familiar voice said from behind him, sending a mix of fear, concern, and nervousness into the mix. Mr. Red was sitting casually on a couch against the far wall. "I'm your 'biggest' fan, and I have a 'back stage pass'." He said with grin as he pat his crotch, both alluding to his cock, and ordering Jaden to sit there. Jaden walked over and sat in Mr. Reds lap. "Good bitch. Now ride, ride hard." He said. Putting Jaden back in his place. Jaden stood from Mr. Reds lap, unbuckled, and unzipped him, and exposed the huge canine cock, then unbuckled his jeans and turned around, before lowered them and exposing his tight red briefs to Mr. Red, who reached up and personally pulled them down. Jaden started to lower his ass on to Mr. Reds lap, but a paw stoped him. Jaden was afraid at first, that he had done something wrong. "No, bitch. tonight, turn around and face me." Mr. Red said softly. Jaden was shocked, he had always been fucked from behind by Mr. Red. So he slowly turned around and climbed on to his lap, spreading his legs to either side of the canines huge hips, as he slowly slid down on to his cock. "You did good, bitch. You proved a good investment. Now its time to show me your gratitude." He said pushing Jaden further down his cock. Jaden started to ride slowly, it was different with his hands pressed against the furred chest of Mr. Red, and the canines arms wrapped around him, less in a grip to fuck Jadens ass, but more of a holding him close for a breeding. Jaden rose and slammed down, riding the thick long red cock for all his legs would let him. But Mr. Red wanted more. He grabbed Jadens thighs and pivoted them both, pushing Jaden back to the seat of the coach, and lifting Jadens feet past his ears, and took an active role in fucking Jaden. The know was out and swollen, and Mr.Red put Jaden in a mating press, and fucked Jaden hard. The knot was knocking, and with a angry growl, Mr. Red forced the huge knot in, as Jaden gave a cry. Mr. Red screamed as he came in Jaden: "Bitch!" Then spent, lay on-top of Jaden. Jaden had been tied before, many many times, but Mr. Red was a much bigger knot, and Jaden lay there trying to not move while he waited. "I think some tracks on your next album will be 'backstage pass' and 'Ride hard'." Mr. Red said softly. "Yes sir." Jaden said weakly. "Good bitch." Fin.