Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2017 03:30:48 -0800
From: Otis McCoy <coyotetale42@gmail.com>
Subject: A Different Kind of Whore (Chapter 3)

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Jay: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110409183657

Nadir: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/116449714360

Skyler: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110778274580

Dev: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/141236521605

Conor: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/159288498449



Sabien drove me to an abandoned lot in a relatively bad part of town. When
we arrived, I stepped out, and he rolled the window down to discuss my
immediate future.

"I'll know before your client arrives, and I'll leave before then. His name
is Conor, though I doubt he wants you using it during sex."

"Should I be prepared for anything?" I asked, only knowing that this man
wanted to hunt me down before fucking me.

"Nothing that I will tell you. Conor wants the real experience of the hunt;
he doesn't want you anticipating anything that might happen. He wants you
afraid."

"Should I be afraid..." I asked, tremulously.

"Of course not. He might leave you with some scrapes and bruises, but I
also know for a fact that they'll fade before tomorrow night. However, I
encourage you to act as afraid as possible. Think of what's on the line...
you could be quite a bit wealthier if you evade him the whole time."

"He wants that? He wants me to avoid sex with him?"
"What he wants is a good time. He wants to experience the thrill of the
hunt. He'll toy with you a bit, give you a chance to figure out how to
escape first. The city is your environment, not his. When he's done
playing, he'll move in for the kill, so to speak. At that point I'm sure
he'll just fuck you wherever you end up."

"I--" I started, but Sabien interrupted.

"He's here." I forgot what I was going to say. Sabien rolled up the windows
with a curt good luck, and slowly drove down the block. I didn't see anyone
around, standing in the dusty, weed-filled lot in nothing but running
shorts, sneakers, and a white tank. I didn't even have my wallet or cell
phone on me.

I felt bare, and exposed, and maybe just a little scared. I knew Sabien
wouldn't let me get killed by a client, but I also knew he didn't
particularly care if I got knocked around a little bit. The client before
this one had certainly had his way with me, not to mention how close I got
to drowning at the hands of Kaito.

So my heart was pumping loudly in my chest as I anticipated what kind of
monster would come for me. I thought of wendigos that I had learned about
from horror movies, or bestial half-man creatures. I silently hoped that if
I was going to be attacked by a werewolf, that it would be one from Teen
Wolf and not one from Deviant Art. As my mind raced, trying to keep up with
my heart, I even half thought that it would be Chaz's dad coming for me, a
satyr on a Wild Hunt, like a video game I had played recently.

I heard a growl from behind me, towards the back of the lot. Spinning away
from the vigilant watch I had been maintaining on the street, I saw a
large, grey-brown mutt emerge from a gap between two fence posts.

This was not a pretty dog. It wasn't pedigree, with it's shaggy fur and
slavering maw. This dog was feral. If I wasn't 99% sure it was a werewolf,
I would've called animal control. Just looking at it made me want to get
preemptive rabies shots.

My legs were locked with fear. I didn't want to make the first move, afraid
it would leap it for me off the bat. So I took my chance to bolt when it
threw its head back and howled. I heard the chill-tingling howl behind me
as I sprinted down the street, the target of the hunt.

*** *** ***

"What are your weekend plans, Jay?" Sabien asked me as he drove me back
into town from the beach. It took me a while to figure out, as sore as I
was from sex with my previous client, Kaito. My eyes were red and stung
from salt water, my voice was hoarse and gruff from the savage deep throat
training he had given me, and even my abs tingled with an odd stretched
feeling from being pushed from the inside by Kaito's abnormally long dong.

"Uh, I was planning on hanging with a couple friends. Seeing a movie with
Dev and his sister. Some horror movie I think." I shook some water out of
ear.

"Cancel them," Sabien ordered. "That is, if you want to get paid more than
you ever have in your life."

"New client?" I asked. "Is Chaz's father gonna invite me to his cabin in
the woods?"
"Not as of this moment," Sabien replied. "But I received a call from a long
time friend of mine as I waited for you to resurface. He's in town for the
weekend and is looking for companionship during that time."

I was hesitant. I had just had a brutal fuck from a supernatural creature
that I had no rights knowing about, and was looking forward to just
chilling with Dev, maybe giving him a leisurely blowjob in the back of the
theater when his sister left for a bathroom break.

Sabien, probably sensing my reluctance, continued. "He also is on the board
of directors for a prestigious energy company, and is, as they say,
completely loaded. The last man I rented out to him returned with diamond
earrings and a gold necklace."
I was convinced. If this sugar daddy wanted to spoil a boy, I was glad to
be of service. However, Sabien wasn't through.

"Before you say yes, I want you to know that he is a man of culture, and
therefore has a wide variety of kinks that he may wish to try with you. He
has provided you with two safe words, one to slow down, at which point he
may choose to terminate the contract if he feels his money is being wasted,
and one to absolutely stop, at which point sex will stop and you will leave
immediately. You will be paid at the end of the weekend."
"What're the words?" I asked, not too nervous. I had used safe words
before, I knew the drill.

"To slow down, you would say Marid. To stop, Ifrit. I will remind you of
these words again on Friday, but as neither are of English origins, I give
you a chance to practice them over the next few days."

"I don't think I'll need them," I said, but Sabien shook his head.

"Jay, we are professionals. You may sometimes still act like a newborn club
gay who considers himself a power bottom despite never taking a cock for
more than ten minutes, but you are part of the business now. I told you on
your first day that you're not just some whore. What I sell is an
experience, and there are rules to ensure that it is a good one."
Put in my place, I acceded to him. Somehow Sabien could make me feel like a
foolish, petulant child and a useful, successful business man at the same
time. I doubted many other whores were lucky enough to have a pimp like
that... though I also doubted that those other whores had to fuck someone
with hooves or fins.

*** *** ***

"Really, man, you're bailing?" Dev asked at work the next day,
disappointed. He had just gotten back from a short performance letting guys
touch his body on a pedestal, and I was taking a break from being fucked by
Alex in one of the cages.

"Yeah, sorry Dev, something came up," I said, trying not to act fishy.

"Dude, whatever that something is, it's been going on a while now. Are you
ok bruh?"

I blushed, surprisingly, at the fact that he cared. "Yeah I promise I'm
fine Dev."

"It's just that I found you laying in bed the other day after jerking off
for six hours or something. And you still smell like a dom top's jockstrap
man, not that I have any problem with that."

"Like you know what a dom top smells like," I cajoled, trying to change the
subject. "When's the last time that ass got any action?"
"Too long, but that's the problem with being best friends with a bottom.
Either way dude, you've been acting weird. And it all started after your
landlord almost kicked you out. Whatever happened with that anyway? You get
the money?"
I didn't want Dev to know I was being fucked for cash. I didn't know why,
it's not like he would judge. I mean hell, our job at the club was
basically live pornography, we're not exactly the type to slut shame. But I
hadn't told anyone yet. Maybe it was because I didn't wanna fuel Alex's
gossiping addiction, maybe I didn't want the other guys to know I was down
on my luck. Maybe I didn't want any probing questions about what kind of
clients I was getting, since I definitely didn't want to drag anyone else
into the supernatural world.

Or maybe it was just cuz it was Dev. Either way, I kept my lips sealed to
the truth, changing the topic to something less probing.

*** *** ***

I was nearly knocked back by the sight of the tall, handsome middle eastern
man opened the door to the hotel suite. He wore nothing but a red, satin
robe, fully open at the front to reveal his body. My eyes started at the
top, lingering on the silver cross nestled in the thick hair of his furry
chest, before following the thick carpet down to his already semi-turgid
cock, which pointed out lazily from between the scarlet folds.

Nadir, as Sabien had revealed his name to be, beckoned me into the suite
without saying a word, heading to a small table with a single chair in a
quaint dining nook overlooking the city. He sat down, not paying me much
attention, returning to the half-eaten meal of scrambled eggs and
gravy-covered biscuits. I stood awkwardly next to the table, unsure of what
to do, but when I opened my mouth to ask, I found his hand was already up,
a finger raised in a motion I knew meant for me to shut up and wait. So I
did.

I tried not to fidget much, but it was hot in the room. Almost unbearably
so, considering I was wearing a little more than my standard getup. I was
in black slacks and a red button down shirt, with a short black tie on.
Underneath, I wore a red speedo (that I was actually borrowing from Alex,
though it looked better on my fatter ass), which I could already feel was
becoming damp with crotch sweat. Nadir didn't seem to mind though, as he
calmly scooped small bites of breakfast into his mouth. He had all weekend.
What was the rush?

When he finally finished, he dabbed at the corner of his mouth with his
napkin, stood up, and finally made eye contact with me. It wasn't for long,
since he immediately flicked his eyes down to the floor, but as I dropped
to my knees, I could still see the fire burning deep in his eyes. I speak
both literally and metaphorically here. Nadir was an intense man, obviously
driven and ambitious, but also his retinas were literally golden, with
orange and red flames flickering inside them.

As my mouth wrapped around Nadir's shaft, I was taken aback by how
physically hot he was, though he was plenty hot in other regards as well.
The shaft was thick, and I would've guessed he was feverish if I didn't
already know about the whole fire-motif. I began sinking down obediently,
taking him about half way in for the first strokes before showing him what
I could really do.

My throat still felt hollowed out after Kaito's brutal training, so I could
take his tumescent rod down to the base without a worry. It burned the back
of my throat, though I quickly acclimated to the intense sensations. As I
went down on him, I heard him speak.

"Over the course of this weekend, Jay, I will burn you down and build you
back up. I will melt away the fat and forge you into a man who is worthy of
my cock, of my cum, of my dominance." His voice was deep and rich, and
struck me in a way different than Sabien's. With Sabien, I obeyed because
it felt like he was hypnotizing me. Nadir's voice wasn't supernatural at
all. He was just naturally dominant.

"Look at me when I speak to you Jay." My eyes met his fiery eyes, and I saw
power there. A strong hand gripped me by the back of the head, pushing me
down to the base, my nose nestled in his smoky smelling pubes.

"My wish is your command this weekend, Jay. Whatever I want, whatever I
demand of you, you will perform that task immediately, whether you want to
or not." His eyes were a pair of gleaming suns far above, mercilessly
staring down. "You will refer to me as Master or Sir throughout the
weekend, and I shall refer to you by whatever names I deem necessary. Right
now, you're nothing but a throat to be used, a dirty whore who lives to
serve. Slag that needs to be melted down to remove impurities." My eyes
were starting to water, and the twin suns above me became indistinct and
blurred.

Nadir wiped away a tear with an index finger, contemplating it for a second
before squeezing it between finger and thumb. Steam escaped the pinched
fingers. His attention returned to me, and he freed me from his impaling
cock. I rocked back onto my heels, catching my break with a couple huge
gasps, before immediately diving back onto his cock, without him needing to
ask. Nadir may have thought that I was just some casual slut, but I knew
how to properly service a cock.

Ten minutes and five breaths later, I knew Nadir was getting close. He had
slowed down on the dirty talk, only occasionally mentioning how I would
rise reborn like a phoenix or how he would transform me into a proper
whore, and I attempted to up my ministrations, slipping my tongue out of my
mouth to lick his balls as I took him to the base. But Nadir didn't seem to
notice or care. He was a man who liked to get off by his own hand,
regardless of the tools he used to do so.

He started brutally slamming his cock down my throat, and I knew that he
would really be fucking me up if Kaito hadn't already remade me in that
area. I maintained eye contact the whole time, though it was hard to see
through my watering eyes. Nadir growled as he looked down at me, his lips
curling up into a sneer as his cock began twitching, beginning to pump the
first few shots down my throat.

His cum scalded me, as I knew it would, actually feeling like I had just
swallowed a fresh cup of coffee without blowing on it first. Still, I
couldn't back off, and I was forced to grow accustomed to the fresh pain. I
could even feel the heat of his cum in my stomach, and it was hot to feel a
physical reminder that Nadir's essence was inside of me.

Throughout the orgasm, Nadir's eyes remained locked with mine. I could feel
his gaze burning into mine, feel my mind charring around the edges and
giving in to him. When Nadir finished, he didn't pull out for a second,
letting his throat soften in my throat until I started instinctively
pulling away, desperate for breath. He let me, but slapped me lazily for my
actions.

My nice black clothes were soaked with sweat at this point, and Nadir told
me to strip them all off, except for the red speedo. I stayed kneeling on
the floor, my own cock plumped up and vulgar in the skintight lycra as I
stared at his lolling meat. Testing the waters a little bit, I leaned
forward to lick the head, but Nadir was quick to slap me again, harder this
time, telling me that I would only get to touch his cock on his orders.

"I have a different job for you right now, whore. I have some documents I
need to go over, but as I prefer to work in the nude, I can't exactly get
the cleaning staff in here. You'll find what you need under the sink, and a
list of chores on the counter. Get to work, whore."

This is where I started second guessing myself. Not at the part where he
said he'd be my master for the weekend, not at the part where I saw flames
flickering in his eyes, hell, not even at the part where Sabien told me the
safe words to use. But menial labor? If I wanted to do chores, I wouldn't
have become a prostitute.

But Nadir owned me for the weekend, so I didn't exactly have a choice. As
he sat down at the desk, opening up his laptop to edit some files, I began
making his bed, a task that I rarely ever did at home. The only thing that
made it slightly bearable was the fact that the sheets had the same smoky
odor Nadir did, and I breathed deeply into the comforter when I knew he
wasn't looking. But, from the way he chuckled to himself after I did so, I
had the feeling he knew exactly what I did.

After making the bed, I moved to the kitchenette to begin cleaning the
sink, but Nadir blocked my path. "Whore, do you call this a well-made bed?"
I knew there was no proper way to answer. Either I said yes and he lectures
me for incompetence, or I say no and he lectures me for doing a half-assed
job on purpose. I may not have played this dominance game often, but I knew
the rules.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll do it again," I said, dutifully dipping my eyes. As I
did, I took in more of his hairy, muscular body, and my cock began filling
out in my speedo. Nadir noticed.

"Ah, I see you're being turned on by your own failure," he incorrectly
guessed. "Good. It should please you to know when you are being reprimanded
for a job shoddily done. Now," he said, while ripping the covers off and
dropping them to the floor, "do it again."

I quickly realized that making a bed, as well as the other chores he had me
do, required a surprising amount of physical labor. I'm not a very tall
guy, and since I live in a twin bed at home, reaching across the massive
hotel king to tuck the corners involved complicated feats of gymnastics. By
the time I was allowed to move to the kitchen chores, rivulets of sweat
were trickling down my back.

By noon, my hands were aching, my face was flushed and, and my stomach was
growling. Nadir had migrated to the living room to keep an eye on me as I
worked, polishing the windows to the balcony, and he was occasionally
giving my ass a swat when he claimed I missed a spot.

A knock on the door startled me. "That would be room service, whore. Bring
me my lunch." Sweaty and nearly naked, I opened the door to a youthful face
in a bellhop outfit. He was cute enough, but what really grabbed my
attention was the smells that wafted in with him. Savory meats were on the
menu, and the only meat I had had that day was Nadir's.

I helped the waiter, whose nametag read "Skyler", set the food on the table
that Nadir had taken his breakfast on. Nadir was dressed in a robe, though
it only covered his package by happenstance, and I noticed he had slipped
on a pair of reflective sunglasses.

Skyler kept on slipping glances at my bare skin, and I hoped I didn't smell
too much like a jockstrap found on the floor of a bathhouse. He was
obviously a bit embarrassed by what was going on here, but judging from the
bulge in his slacks, he was enjoying it too.

While I helped set out the food, my stomach couldn't help but growl. I was
getting a bit dizzy from the heat and the hunger, and I nearly spilled the
salad as I set it out. Skyler's hand was quick to steady my arm, and I
looked up at him in thanks. Despite him being obviously younger than me, he
was still a couple inches taller. He was pretty cute too, though not
exactly my type.

"Thank you for your service," Nadir intoned, making it obvious he was
talking to Skyler and not to me. "I believe it is customary to tip in
America?" he asked, removing his wallet from a pocket of his robe like a
barechested magician and pulling out a crisp twenty dollar bill, which he
handed to the bellhop. "I hope this will suffice. If you are accustomed to
more, feel free to fuck my whore on your way out."

Skyler looked taken aback, but Nadir assured him of my cleanliness and
willingness. I felt like an animal being sold, as if the traveling bean
salesman had decided to reverse roles and sell the cow back to poor, naive
Jack. It didn't take much convincing though before Skyler was moving
towards me with that horny teenage glint in his eyes.

I started to walk over to the couch, preparing to take it on my back, but
Nadir demanded I stop. I followed his instructions, furthermore pulling my
speedo down to my ankles and bending over in half, bracing my hands against
the floor. I peeked back between my legs to see Skyler's barely hairy
calves, and between them Nadir, calmly beginning his meal.

Skyler was not gentle as he entered me, pushing all the way in with his
moderate cock with the inexperience I expected from someone who obviously
had only recently turned 18. He fucked with the style of a straight man,
that is to say, he had no style. He sawed his cock into me like a man used
to fucking pliable, pre-lubricated pussy and I cringed for a second, my
expression seen only by the carpet as he began his fuck. Fortunately, I had
of course pre-lubed my hole before coming over, because I wasn't an idiot,
but a little more still would've been nice.

It didn't take long for him to bottom out, he was obviously no Nadir or
Chaz, and I was surprised to not feel many pubes against my inner cheeks.
He must shave them for swimming or something, or perhaps he was just a
closet case who started his personal grooming early. It reminded me of Dev,
who always kept his pubes trimmed neatly, as often as I begged him to grow
them out. But thoughts of Dev were quickly thrust out of my mind my
Skyler's strong pelvic motions. He must've been a swimmer, because it felt
like he was doing the dolphin kick into my ass.

My hands were doing their best to keep my body up, but Skyler's
enthusiastic assault on my hole was overpowering my calorie-starved
shoulders stoic attempts. I collapsed onto my forearms and Skyler fell with
me, repositioning so he was pounding down at a better angle. Well, better
for him, since he was now entering me even deeper, hitting places that Alex
had fucked me the night before. Not so good for me, since I definitely
hadn't lubed myself that far. If Alex and Diego hadn't both pounded my ass
on stage less than 24 hours previously, I would've been calling out
"Marid!" in a flash.

But fortunately my slutty hole was still loosened enough that I was only
met with mild discomfort. The real problem was that now Skyler was leaning
on my body for support, his hands gripping my hips as he continued fucking
me with abandon. My arms were trembling again, my shoulders burning like
when Dev really pushes me at the gym, my abs flexing and relaxing in the
spasmodic way they do when your body knows they're about to give out.

And give out they did. My whole body fell flat to the ground, my soft cock
getting painfully squished under the relentless fucking. Each time Skyler
thrust into me, my body lurched on the rug, and I yelped from the carpet
burns I was getting. Desperately, I perked my ass up, bending my back in a
way that made Skyler moan, in order to save my cock, balls, and hips from
the carpeted abrasions. Doing so only made the burns on my chest and abs
worse, but I gritted my teeth and took that pain like a true bottom, my
hands clenching my shaggy nemesis by my face.

"Slap him," Nadir commanded. I twisted my head to look at him, but I
couldn't see past Skyler, who had a determined look on his face. He was
frowning with concentration, probably trying his best not to cum, biting
his lip pretty hard by the looks of it. There wasn't any malice in his eyes
as he lifted a hand and brought it down on my already abused ass, and he
barely looked gratified at how it jiggled and bounced afterwards. As proud
as I was of that, I was also annoyed at how hard he had slapped me. This
boy didn't know anything about gay sex.

"Slap him harder," Nadir said again, and before I could gather my thoughts
on how unnecessary that was, Skyler's hand was blazing against my right ass
cheek, refreshing the pain and adding onto it. I collapsed to the carpet
again, friction burning my package, and I desperately struggled to perk my
ass up and away from the ground. Before I had fully stabilized, I heard
Nadir say "Surely you can do harder than that," and I braced myself for the
blow.

This time the slap, though harder, didn't sting quite so bad since I was
expecting it. I tensed my ass up and I heard Skyler grunt in pain as he
slapped solid muscle. Well, perhaps not as solid as I thought, since I
could still feel ripples travel up my back. And while it did force me to
the ground once more, I was ready to perk my ass back up and away from the
pain.

I glanced back and saw Skyler's face was even more scrunched up in
concentration than before. I knew I could get him off quick if I started
thrusting back, but since I was doing my best to prevent carpet burns my
ass was thrust as far back as it could go already. Instead I focused on
tightening my ring and relaxing it, squeezing him to get him off. Normally
when I do this with a guy, I try to time the squeezes with his thrust, but
Skyler's quick, erratic thrusts weren't easy to work with.

Skyler caught my eye as I kept my head twisted around, and he must not have
liked that because one of his hands left my hip to push my head into the
carpet. I nearly squealed with pain, but instead focused it into gripping
his cock with the same strength he was shoving into me. Skyler's thrusts
were becoming even more erratic, and he barely managed to pull his cock out
of me before I felt streams of cum spray across my back. It felt cool,
compared to Nadir's. Skyler shot far, up to my shoulders, though he did
have gravity on his side there. When he was done I fell to the floor,
exhausted, and I felt his watery cum trickle down my ribs.

I barely noticed Skyler walk by me and out of the room, wheeling his cart
and the dirty dishes with him. I did, however, notice Nadir's hairy feet
enter my field of vision as he said "Get up, whore. You're not done yet." I
struggled to my knees, keeping my eyes lowered. I was exhausted by Skyler,
and still hungry, which Nadir took note of. "I've heard your stomach,
whore. If you want lunch, you need to work for it." He pulled his cock out
from within his robes and jiggled his sizable, hairy balls. "Your lunch is
in here."

Worth it, I thought to myself, leaning forward to suck his semi-soft cock.
I took it down my throat once more, sucking at a leisurely pace, though in
truth it was all the energy i could muster. It wasn't enough though,
because Nadir took ahold of the back of my head, thrusting his cock all the
way down in one go. I was hopeful he would take the opportunity to unload
my lunch, but was disappointed when the saltiest thing I tasted as his cock
extricated itself from my throat was a little precum.

"This is taking too long, bitch," he growled. "It's obvious you don't
really care about this load. But you're getting it either way, slut," he
said, moving behind me. As he passed me, he gave a sharp jab to my shoulder
blades, and I feel flat onto my chest, my raw skin again rubbing the shag
carpet.

Nadir mounted me from behind with little fanfare, though fortunately he was
slower than Skyler and at least he had my spit for lube. He was quick to
push my face back into the carpet, and I whimpered as the familiar burn
greeted me. But under Nadir's firm hand, feeling his hairy, muscular body
pushing me down, I felt less resistance than when it had been Skyler. I
accepted my place underneath this man as he rutted into me, pounding my
still aching hole. I could still feel his first load of the day warming my
guts, and part of me grew hopeful in anticipation of the load which would
soon join from the other end.

But before it could, he had to totally own me. His cock burned as he thrust
it in and out of my hole, stretching it much more than Skyler had. I found
myself wishing that Skyler had finished inside me, because at least that
would have provided some relief from the burning, but something told me
that Nadir wouldn't have allowed it.

After about ten minutes of a brutal pounding, my shaky and sweaty arms
finally gave out. My body lay flat on the floor, stomach, chest, groin
burning from the friction of the carpet as Nadir's thrusts rubbed me
against it. But instead of hurting more, my body was growing used to the
pain. Even my hole was starting to cool down, losing the unbearable heat of
just a few minutes before. I was far from getting hard and enjoying it
myself, but I wasn't hating it anymore.

I let my mind zone out, as bottoms do sometimes. Nadir's thrusts into my
body became my heartbeat, his hands gripping my scalp and hip became my
anchors to the world, his sweat dripping on to me became my salvation from
the heat. I felt my thoughts melt away as Nadir molded me, and I was barely
cognizant as he grunted that he was going to cum. Still, that last word
piqued my attention enough to return me from my haze, long enough to be
blown back again as Nadir began shooting in me.

There must be something magic about his cum, because as he unloaded inside
me, I could feel his heat spreading throughout my body. I know bottoms will
talk about how they can feel that, but I don't think any human top has made
a bottom feel the way Nadir did me. It felt like fire inside me, but it
didn't hurt as it burned. It wasn't tame, but it was alive, consciously
choosing not to sear my insides as it spread through my veins.

I could feel his semen pulse in my gut, joining its brothers in my stomach
before beginning to journey into my extremities. With my head turned on its
side, I could barely see Nadir in my peripherals, his eyes glowing as he
finished his orgasm inside me. As he came down from it, I could feel the
heat withdrawing from my arms and legs, dying down to embers until it just
remained in my gut. Suddenly, I felt a wrenching, stabbing pain of cold,
and I yelped as I turned around to see what he had done. Surprisingly,
Nadir hadn't stabbed an icicle into my rearend; he had just removed his
cock.

The void left a cold, hungry emptiness inside me, like drinking a smoothie
through a gap in your teeth. I wanted to beg him to return, fill me up
inside again, but I could barely gather the energy to breathe. Nadir left
my field of view for a moment, returning with something slick and golden
which he slowly eased up my ass.

The butt plug was surprisingly warm, and with it inside me I could feel my
strength beginning to regenerate. Nadir helped me to my feet and led me to
the table, where a bowl of warm soup was waiting. "Eat it," he said, not
uncaringly, "you'll need the energy."

*** *** ***

I only got fifteen minutes to drink the soup before he had me obeying more
of his tasks. He started by having me workout in front of him. There must
have been some kind of energy powder in the broth, because for some reason
I wasn't dying as I did my fifth set of squats in front of him. I was
hoping that as I did so, he would be tempted enough by my juicy ass to fuck
it again, but he just watched, his eyes flickering with flame. At least the
butt plug comforted me, though I had to clench to make sure it didn't fall
out as I squatted. Even if it had, the speedo that I had donned once more
would've caught it, but I just didn't want to feel that emptiness again.

After squats came push-ups, and after those planking. I know I said I was
sweating before, but right now I was really drenched. If my hair were any
longer, it would've been soaked and dripping, and as it was I was still
leaving the carpet under my damp with perspiration. Nadir didn't let up
though as he instructed me through a series of intensive yoga positions,
most of which showed off my body in sexually compromising ways. I only then
started to realize what it meant to be owned by this man for the entire
weekend. It was barely past 4pm and I was already wishing that I could just
go home, watch some tv on the couch with a soda, and maybe call up Dev to
see if he wanted to Netflix and chill.

By 5'oclock I had finished his exercises. I felt like I had been bathed in
my own sweat, and once again I was shaking and tired. Nadir stood up and
grasped me by the back of the neck, not roughly, but authoritatively. If I
resisted it would've hurt, but I didn't as he led me outside onto the
hotel's balcony. The sun was getting lower, and he set me on my knees as he
regally settled into a lounge chair. He let me look out at the city for a
brief minute, and I appreciated the lazy view. It felt like I was looking
at a town that had enjoyed a relaxing Saturday and was preparing for an
even more exciting night. I suppose I could empathize with one of those
things.

Nadir pulled my head into his lap and instructed me to suck. "But I want
this blowjob to last until sundown, do you understand, boy? I don't want to
cum a minute too soon. But, on the other hand, I want to enjoy myself the
entire time. You better not let me go soft for any more than a minute," he
said, as I began lapping at his cock head. "If you do good, you'll earn a
reward from me: your dinner. Another one of my loads down your throat. If
you make me cum too soon, or do not pleasure me fast enough, I will blow my
load onto your face, and make you walk down to the lobby to ask for more
towels. That's right, boy, wearing just your speedo and my cum."

After the hour was up, Nadir told me the sunset had been beautiful, though
I hadn't gotten a glimpse at it. It took me a while at first to balance
between getting him dangerously close and a little too soft. But I learned
that by the second spurt of precum, it was time to back off, and as soon as
I felt his cock loose some thickness that stroking the balls would get him
right back where he was supposed to be. Eventually it almost became like a
game that I had mastered, and I enjoyed it in a zen way.

As I sucked him off, I appreciated the smell of his crotch. It was musky in
a good way, evident that he had been sweating too throughout the day, and
especially now. I could smell myself on it; even though he had washed his
cock after fucking me I still recognized a salty scent that I swear was my
own. Whenever I was taking his cock to the hilt, I would make sure to
extend my tongue and get a taste of his ball sweat, partially because it
was addictingly masculine, partially because I needed to rebuild my own
electrolytes.

As dusk settled over the city, Nadir's third load of the day splashed down
into my stomach. I barely even got a taste of it, keeping his cock firmly
planted down my throat the whole time, unwilling to lose a drop. My own
cock was rock hard between my legs, the days antics finally catching up
with it, though I didn't touch it once, worried that I would cum and no
longer be interested in sucking Nadir's cock.

Nadir stretched out after his blowjob, instructing me to leave my cock in
his mouth until he said so. I savored its taste as I looked up at him, the
last of the sun's fiery rays reflected in his eyes. This man looked like a
demigod from this angle, and as I supplicated him I wondered how many other
boys had shared the same divine view.

"You've been a good little whore so far," Nadir said, as he stood up ,
taking me by the chin and leading me into the bedroom. "You have performed
the tasks I have given you admirably. But our time together is not even
halfway done. Tonight, I shall push you to your limits. I want you to tell
me now what the two safewords are, so I am sure you have not forgotten
them."
"Marid for slow, ifrit for stop," I said, meekly. My voice was huskier from
being stuffed with cock for the last hour, but somehow more feminine too.
He smiled as I recited them.

"Good whore."

Nadir brought me into the master bedroom and instructed me to lie on the
bed. He pulled a garnet, silk tie out from his briefcase which was soon
wrapped around my eyes. I felt him wrap similar bindings to my wrists and
ankles, tying me to the four posters of the bed. I heard him ruffle around
inside his pocket, and then a small click. Suddenly, the golden buttplug,
all but forgotten inside of me, began humming. I felt the hum with my whole
body, and I couldn't help but moan as my cock began stiffening.

"There is a location chip in both plug and on the remote I will keep on my
person. As I get further away, the vibrating will diminish. You will know
when I return to you," Nadir explained, though it was only when he had left
that I was able to comprehend what he had been saying, the erotic humming
was so distracting. "You should also feel a pulsing heat. That's
synchronized with my heartbeat. Now, I leave you, my whore, for a dinner
reservation that is far more important that you. But when I return... I will
use you."

As he left the room, I could feel the buzzing lessen. I think I was only
able to put together a coherent thought my the time he left the hotel and
the vibrating fell to a constant pleasurable background noise. When it did
so, I could feel exactly what Nadir had described: a warm heartbeat deep in
my hole, as if his pulsing cock had never been pulled out. I could feel my
own heartbeat slow to match his, and for minutes at a time I thought of
nothing at all except that beating deep inside me.

The time passed surprisingly quickly, and it didn't seem like long before I
felt the buzzing pick up inside me again. At first I told myself I must be
imagining things, since I could've sworn I had felt it increase a couple
times before, but as it incrementally strengthened, I knew my master was
returning to me. I couldn't help but twitch a bit on the bed, groan into
the empty room as my prostate was rubbed to a more intense degree. I was
panting, thinking that he must be about to open the door because it felt so
intense, but there was no sound of the room key beep. He must've stopped in
the lobby for some reason, or... yes, that was it. He was taking the stairs
up. To the penthouse floor.

I could feel the heartbeat in my ass quicken, the hot pulses coming faster
and faster as the vibrating slowly became more and more powerful. My cock
was rock hard and straining in the speedo, leaking so much precum that I'm
sure the whole front was soaked. I knew that if I bucked my hips too
rapidly, it would be enough to make me cum, and I groaned as I forced my
body not to react to the pleasure it was experiencing.

By the time I heard the bedroom door open, I was a mess. I was trembling a
bit, barely contained spasms wracking my body as I locked my muscles to
keep from cumming. I could feel Nadir's hot breath panting over me as he
admired his handiwork. Uncontrollable noises escaped my lips as he took
slow steps closer.

"Ai! Ahh, no, pl- ai! ahhh, shh- no- oh! fuck, ai!" I sounded like I was in
a porno, but I swear the noises coming out of me were genuine. Still, just
hearing myself was adding to the positive feedback of turning me on, and
after a particular high pitched moan, my mind and body collapsed and I felt
myself begin to cum.

Ropes of cum sprayed out of my tortured cock, landing far above me, hitting
the headboard and painting my face, soaking through the tie and stinging my
eyes, each shot wracking my body with spasms of an almost painful pleasure.

After a minute, the bliss started to fade, to be replaced by dread. This
probably wasn't what Nadir had in mind. I heard a click and the vibrating
in my ass ceased. My muscles suddenly relaxed, and I realized that I had
been holding most of my body off the bed. A huge relief went through me,
and I felt lucky I didn't piss myself right there from the relaxation. But
the relief was short lived as Nadir took off the blindfold.

Nadir was standing over me holding a bright red candle. It wasn't lit yet,
but the lighter from the dresser soon changed that. My eyes bulged and what
I instinctively knew what was about to happen, but my lips couldn't say
anything.

The first drop of wax came later than when I was expecting. Nadir reveled
in having me wait, "I love seeing your little whore body tense up before
receiving the pain it craves," he said. I hissed as the next drop hit my
skin, the pain sudden, sharp, but short, quickly fading to a slow pulse
under the blot of red wax.

"You're being punished, whore, and I want you to tell me why. This is your
penance," he intoned, looking me dead in the eye.

"It's because I came without your permission, sir," I gasped, knowing the
drill when it came to Dom guys. I gasped when the wax dripped on my abs.

"No. You are not able to cum without my permission. You came because I
wanted you to, because I willed it. You will cum many more times tonight,
not because I care about your pleasure, but because I will empty you of all
your false bravado, all your cockiness, all your manliness. Your balls will
be empty and shooting blanks by the time I am done tonight. You will be
empty. Tell me why, whore."

"So-" My eyes widened as I saw the largest pool of wax yet begin to succumb
to gravity, "So you can fill me up with yourself," I quickly gasped out, as
the large drop tumbled through the air towards my left nipple. In a flash,
Nadir had scooped it out of midair, not reacting at all to grasping molten
material.

"Good, whore, you've payed attention," he said, before smearing the wax
along my side. I winced, but it wasn't nearly as bad as getting it fresh
from the source. "But you will not be spared the punishment until you admit
your crime. Why are you being punished?"

Another drop splashed between my ribs before I was able to answer. It hurt
bad. "Because I'm a lowly whore, who has to sell my body to make money," I
said, between gritted teeth.

Nadir slapped me, hard enough to push half my face into the pillow. When I
dared to look up at him, his eyes were cold, contrasting the fresh drop of
wax that splattered on my thigh. "How dare you besmirch the other members
of your profession? Do you think I scorn you because of your job? Because
of how you choose to make your living?" He spat on my face. "No, I scorn
you because of who you are, not because of what you are. I am a djinn, and
I can see deeper inside you than you can yourself. My eyes burn with the
fire that lights up the darkest corners of your mind. I see through your
lies and the secrets you keep from yourself. There is no hiding your shame
from me." To punctuate this, another two droplets of wax fell on my chest
in quick succession. The wax was falling faster now, and seemed to be
getting hotter.

"Sir, master, I don't know what you want me to say. Tell me, and I'll say
it immediately," I groveled, but he didn't react. He let a total of three
more drops fall on me, splattering painful against my leg, before he
answered.

"You will own up to your sins. I will not repeat this again."

I wracked my brain for what he wanted to hear, which was hard with wax
raining down on you every dozen seconds or so. "Is it because I'm lazy,
sir? Because I didn't show up on time?"

In response, Nadir raised the candle to his lips and blew on it. My relief
turned to shock as, instead of the flame going out as I suspected, it
seemed to be strengthened, and the whole tip of the candle became soft,
falling in one clump onto the top of my pubes.

I yelped in pain, my arms straining weakly, desperately, but ultimately
uselessly at their bindings. The pain lasted longer for this larger dollop
of wax, and my mind felt like it was burning too. But as it burned, one
thought seemed to be almost fireproof. Don't tell him what he wants to
hear. Tell him what he asked to hear.

"I- I'm sorry sir," I whispered, "I'm not a good person. I think about
myself more than I should. I don't often think about how other people
feel." Another drop of wax hit me, but instead of muddling my thoughts, it
just clarified them. "I take the people in my life for granted. People who
are there for me, but I'm not there for them." Another drop, this time
directly on my nipple, made me scream a little in my throat, but I didn't
stop.

"I see other people as background characters in my own story. I look down
on people who try to make friends of me because I think they only want to
do that to elevate themselves." A drop hit my collarbone, and I realized
the candle was getting closer to my face. "I keep secrets from people just
because I don't care enough about them to let them into my life." A drop
hit my neck, causing me to sharply turn away, but Nadir grabbed my cheeks,
turning my face to look up at the candle that was now directly over my
cheeks and lips.

"And worst of all I keep secrets from myself. I tell myself lies that I'm
not ready to face. That I think I'm not ready to face. Because," I stifled
a sob, real tears now running down my face, "Because I'm weak. Because I'm
not a good person. Because-" but at this point Nadir's large hand was
covering my mouth, shushing me and protecting me from the wax that had just
fallen.

"That's enough, whore," he said, removing his hand and using it to pinch
out the flame. The extinguishing of the candle looked like a small sun
going out through my tear-glistening eyes. I felt empty inside, and barely
moved as Nadir took a damp washcloth to my body, wiping the hardened wax
residue off of me. I only gasped once, even though my whole body was sore
and aching, when some of my pubes got stuck in the largest clump.

When he was done, I remained tied to the bed. "You're going to cum for me
again now, whore. Let all that bad energy out of you." I bent my neck to
look at him, and when he met my eye he chuckled. "I know you don't think
you have that in you, not after that penance, but you simply do not have a
choice. I am very, very good at pleasuring boys like you."

I truly had my doubts in that moment, from between the mind shattering
teasing and orgasm to the emotional break I had just gone through, that I
would be able to cum for days, let alone again tonight. But if Nadir wanted
to tie me up and try, well that was just what he was paying for.

Nadir started by kneeling at the foot of the bed and licking my cock, from
base to tip. I stayed soft, not even a stir. "I didn't think that would do
much, to a bottom slut like you. Your true pleasure derives from your
pussy," he said, punctuating his point with a light tap to my hole. His
finger continued to push in, sliding in easily. He twisted it a couple
times, curling it back and pressing my button.

My cock twitched a bit, the head gently moving on its own accord as my hole
got attention. Nadir smiled, and continued to massage my prostate, slowly,
never putting too much pressure on it or poking it too fast, teasing it and
manipulating it until somehow I was hard once more. I hardly believed it
myself.

When my cock had stiffened, Nadir removed his finger and dove in with his
tongue. His scruff tickled the inside of the thigh, giving it that
pleasurable beard burn that stubbly guys cause. His tongue was hot, as hot
as a cock, and just as talented as he bragged. It reached to my prostate,
hitting it with just as much dexterity as his fingers. I moaned softly, but
he didn't stop until a few minutes in, when one of his adventuring hands
felt precum on the tip of my dick.

He emerged then, his right hand firmly grasping my cock, jerking it with a
strong and measured pace, his wrist flexing, twisting his palm around,
using my own pre as the only lube. Meanwhile, his left hand sunk back
between my legs, his index finger returning to my hole.

"Keep your eye on the clock, slut," he said, nodding toward the hotel's
digital display on the bed side table. "Every two minutes, I add another
finger. Have you ever been fisted before?" he asked.

"No sir. I don't want to wreck my hole," I replied, hoping that he wouldn't
want to either.

"Well, then you better cum within the next ten minutes. Because once my
thumb is inside you and I have no more fingers to add, I'm going to start
going wrist deep."

Nothing makes it harder to cum than having a deadline to cum. Even at work,
when I'm dancing, my orgasm usually isn't all that important, as long as I
stay hard while getting fucked for the full set. I can cum in the middle of
it, at the end while the top cums, or not at all and it doesn't really
matter. But now, the pressure was on. My ass was on the line.

I knew I wasn't going to cum with a single finger in my ass, no matter how
masterful his handjob was. I had just cum, and one finger barely tickled a
slutty bottom such as myself, but I figured I could probably cum when he
stretched me open with the second. But as the second finger entered, as
much as I enjoyed the extra girth opening me up, I neglected to consider
that he would no longer be able to easily massage my prostate like this. He
was twisting both his hands, but now he was more focused on jerking me off
and fucking me with his fingers than he was about giving me a prostate
massage. As good as it felt, I missed the feeling of him focusing on my
button.

The six minute marker came before I was ready for it. As his third finger
entered, I realized I wasn't close at all. And as good as it felt, the
looming pressure of being fisted was distracting me from the pleasure. I
closed my eyes so I could picture something sexy, but Nadir commanded that
I look at him while he pleasured me.

"It's disrespectful to pretend someone other than me is pleasuring you
right now, slut, especially considering how lucky you are that I do this to
you. I could make you jerk yourself off on all fours, and spank you for
every minute it takes you to cum." Admittedly, that thought did make my
cock lurch a little bit. Nadir felt this, and he smiled. He began adding a
fourth finger, and my eyes slipped to the clock.

"Sir, it hasn't even been a minute," I started, but Nadir interrupted.

"This game is boring me. The timetable has been pushed forward. Either you
cum, or you take my fist." As he said that, my mind flitted to something I
had not thought of in a long time.

I was at Club Lux before opening, where Zachary had called a meeting of all
the dancers. He was considering a heavier kink themed night, and wanted to
know who would be down with performing dirtier acts on stage. Piss,
fisting, flogging, all that stuff. I remember he wanted to know
specifically if I, as one of the most popular and talented bottoms at the
club, would be willing to be fisted. I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to
lose face in front of the group, so I said I would, but only at the hands
of Dev, partially because I had seen his face during all this and knew he
would be too freaked to do it, but also partially because he would be one
of the few people I would trust to do it.

Surprisingly, Dev agreed. I remember my heart leaping, mostly out of the
fear of having my bread winning hole totally destroyed, but also I imagine
partially out of excitement for the same reason. I actually never did end
up getting fisted on stage, just because of how Zachary scheduled the
night, and it was Esteban who ended up being the recipient of Raphael's
huge fist. Still, this whole experience came back to me as Nadir threatened
to fist me, and part of me felt that same rush of adrenaline that I had
felt when I imagined Dev being forearm deep inside me. Bring it on, I
thought.

Ironically, before he could slip his thumb in too, these thoughts were
enough to send me over the edge, a small but strong orgasm forcing the rest
of my cum out of me onto my stomach. I stared into Nadir's fiery eyes as I
came, and I wondered if he knew what I was thinking about in that moment.

After I came, Nadir untied me, and I flexed my arms and legs, working the
circulation back into them. I was totally spent, and definitely not in the
mood for more sex, but since my client hadn't cum yet, I knew that I would
have to grin and bear it. Maybe I could get him off quickly, send him to
sleep with my pussy.

Nadir told me to shower myself quickly, and when I got out he was lying in
bed in the same spot I had just vacated, his arms behind his head and his
cock pointing skyward. "Service me, whore," he said regally, and I
dutifully approached, crouching on the bed between his knees and taking his
cock into my mouth. However, he pulled me off it, guiding my face into one
of his armpits, instructing me to lick. I did so, even though this really
wasn't my kink, and proceeded to eat out his other pit in turn. I do have
to admit, I liked the smell. Nadir was a sweaty guy, but it was an almost
spicy, masculine musk that would have had me hard and begging to be fucked
if a) I had any cum left in my balls and b) I hadn't already been
indoctrinated with the best smelling body odor in the world, satyr musk.

When his pits were cleaned, he sent me down to his cock, though I only blew
it for a short time before he was commanding me to ride it. I had been
hoping he would just take charge himself and fuck me, but I still clambered
onto his hairy body, positioning myself over his turgid pole. Damn, cumming
twice had made me lazy.

I dropped down onto him, my ass swallowing him up easy, and began bucking
my hips mechanically, clenching and releasing to jerk him off with my
insides. I may have been tired, but I could still read his body well, and I
could tell when the passion would ebb, making sure to put in a stronger
effort, pick up my pace or thrust myself deeper onto him when he seemed
like he was about to say something.

Still, I knew that every Dom top can only be ridden for so long, but
eventually they would need to be in control. And Nadir did just that, all
of a sudden flipping me over so I was on my back, my thighs pushed flat
against my chest, my naked hole exposed to the heavens. He did all this
without pulling out, but then removed himself to admire the view. I could
feel myself gape, and I was glad I didn't have to work the next could of
days. Not because I wouldn't be able to do my job, but because I know my
coworkers are gossipy bitches, and even Raph's thick pole would feel how
loose and mushy my hole was.

Nadir plunged in to the pace, penetrating up to my second sphincter, before
pulling all the way back out again. His body weight rested completely
against my thighs, pushing them deeper into me and pushing me deeper into
the bed. For the next few minutes, he did the full body stroke, pulling all
the way out, making my hole gape, before spearing me to the base. I grunted
every time he bottomed out.  I'm sure it felt great for him, but when
you're not in the mood it's just a hassle.

I was glad when he picked up the pace, fucking me with a fiery energy, his
thighs slapping against my fat ass cheeks, making them jiggle. He was
sending little ripples through my entire body, and I tensed my abs,
embarrassed that they were jiggling too. This ferocious, single minded
fucking reminded me of how Dev fucked. Not when he was on stage, which was
usually slower and more performative, not when he wanted to quickly get his
nuts off, which was fast sure, but usually shallower, but when he really
wanted to enjoy a nice long, deep, mutual fuck. My cock started to harden
again, though not nearly to full force erection. Just enough to show that
my body was slowly starting to enjoy this fuck.

Nadir didn't seem to notice. He really was taking this time to focus on
himself. He turned me so I was lying on my side, my leg thrown over my
body, jackhammering me from that angle. I couldn't touch myself like this,
buy my cock was caught between my thighs, rubbing between them, and I was
surprised to find that the space was becoming slicked up with precum.

As he fucked me, Nadir pawed my exposed pectoral with his hairy hand,
squeezing it like a breast, flicking his thumb over the nipple, before
shoving the same thumb into my mouth. I started to suck on it, but he just
used it to hook my jaw open, making it gape as he fucked me, mirroring its
sister hole. He looked away from what was consuming all of his attention to
stare at my face. He frowned, spat in my open mouth, and redoubled his
efforts in fucking my soul out of my body.

After about half an hour, I was actually starting to enjoy it. I wouldn't
say I was rock hard, but I was definitely sporting a chubby, and my hole
was buzzing with that warmth that all bottoms know. To get a better angle,
Nadir flipped me totally onto my stomach, and began pounding me flat on the
bed. He was almost knocking the breath out of my body with each thrust, his
hands pressing down on my shoulder blades, his legs between mine, his fuck
stick turning my hole to jelly.

The force of his thrusts were traveling through my hips and into my own
cock, humping it further into the bed without my control. My hands were
busy grasping the sheets to deal with it, and I don't think they could have
reached under my body at that point anyway, when I felt it. I was going to
cum again. This time, I don't think my orgasm left even the smallest puddle
under my body. It felt as dry as the desert. Nadir must've felt it happen,
he must've felt my rings clench as my mind went blank, as I experienced an
orgasm that was more pain than pleasure. But he didn't stop, as I knew he
wouldn't.

I was prepared for the discomfort of post-orgasm fucking. Usually it's not
a problem for me until my second (or in this case third) orgasm, but it
didn't last nearly as long as I thought. For a minute, each thrust of his
was an uncomfortable ache, but then it faded away. I didn't care about the
pain anymore. I felt like I was a vessel to be filled by him, and now that
I was totally empty I was ready to receive his essence.

After about fifteen minutes of additional fucking, I turned my head to meet
his flaming eyes. "I'm ready sir. I'm ready to be filled by you," I said,
completely meaning it. Nadir didn't grunt when he orgasmed so much as he
roared. I'm glad he had the suite, because on any other floor neighbors
would've called management.

I felt his orgasm hit as soon as it did. I know bottoms will say that
phrase a lot, and maybe about 20% of the time it's true, but there was no
exaggeration here. His cum burned. It felt like wildfires were pouring into
my gut, and I gasped in pain and shock at the feeling. Nadir's hand met
mine, and he squeezed it painfully, and suddenly the pain faded in my
intestines. It still felt blazingly hot, but there no longer was any pain
from it. I felt as though I were fireproof.

The warmth spread throughout my entire body, though the majority of it was
localized to my lower abdomen. I felt like I was really being filled, I
felt a calm confidence wash over me, and I knew that it was Nadir's
confidence. If this is how he felt all the time, I envied him. I still felt
submissive to him, in fact even more so now, but now it was more out of
respect than out of any sort of monetary contract.

I was dazed, and tired, and completely fulfilled as Nadir reached for the
bed side table lamp, flicking it off without ever leaving my body. He
rolled me over so he was spooning me, his cock still shoved into me to the
base, though it was slowly softening, and as he did so a soft orange glow
illuminated the room, as if someone was covering up a flashlight with their
hand.

"That's you, boy," Nadir said, rubbing my belly. "I should say, that's me,
inside of you." I looked at my abs and saw that they really were glowing,
as if someone had given me an enema with molten lava and forgot to wash it
all out. The soft light from inside me was oddly comforting, and it made
the hotel room seem less foreign as I drifted off to sleep.

*** *** ***

I woke up the next morning to Nadir slowly sawing himself in and out of me.
I moaned, and reached for my cock to stroke it, but Nadir grabbed my hand,
pinning my arm to my side. "Not today, little slut," he murmured in my ear.
"Today you take my load over and over, until you're fit to burst." I
groaned, but not unappreciatively. This would make my job much easier.

"But, sir," I started, hesitantly, "I haven't, um, cleaned out since
yesterday, I don't want you to have to deal with any, um, mess." I tried to
dance around the topic of shit-on-th-dick, but Nadir laughed it off.

"That shouldn't be an issue for you anymore, slut," he said as he thrust.
"The load I gave you last night was a gift, a gift of fire. It burned away
any `dirt' inside you."

Nadir took about fifteen minutes to cum from this leisurely morning fuck,
and when he was finished I checked the clock. Ten fifteen. We had slept in.
He directed me to the shower, where he ordered me to clean him. Lathering
him up, I appreciated the hairy, muscular body he possessed, the first
trait a matter of good genes and the latter a matter of good work out ethic.


When we got out, breakfast was already waiting on the table, though Skyler
was nowhere to be seen. He had me sit at his feet under the table, and I
was not allowed to take his cock out of my mouth at any time. He rewarded
me with another load of his cum, which tasted just as good as the one
before. I realized that both this load and the previous one of the morning,
which had both been hot, hadn't been as scalding as the ones yesterday.

Nadir's demeanor seemed more pleasant on Sunday as well. He wasn't smiling
more, but there was less harshness in his eyes. I realized it had less to
do with him and more to do with me. I wasn't treating this like a job
anymore. I was treating him like a respected master, one who deserved my
service, not just a paycheck after 48 hours. And I think he knew this. When
I messed up, he still punished me, but there was an understanding between
us that it was for my own good, to better me.

I had plenty of opportunities to mess up during our morning workout
routine, in which Nadir participated with me. He challenged me in a series
of workouts, promising that if I could do more reps than he could, he'd pay
me an extra $500 per. Obviously, I never came close to matching him, except
once, when we were doing squats. But on all others, push-ups, sit-ups,
pull-ups, he outclassed me. It only made me feel more at awe in front of
him.

Eventually, he stopped doing the workouts, though he still forced me to
continue. He mostly made me do endurance exercises, like planking, standing
on tip toes, staying squatted, that made my already sore muscles burn. I
had time limits to do them for, but sometimes my body would collapse,
leaving him to punish me.

He would spank me, hard, whenever my body gave out. I think he enjoyed the
tidal motion that went through my ass every time he struck it. By the time
afternoon came around, my body was trembling, my ass was glowing red, and I
was covered with sweat. My exercise routines only ended when the doorbell
rang, and a familiar voice eagerly cried out: "Room service!"
"Ah, perfect," Nadir said, "Skyler has arrived. Before you answer the door,
slut, you will need to make Skyler cum before I finish eating. If I finish
my lunch and he has not been satisfied, you will be punished. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, sir," I said, nodding my head reverently to him before opening the
door. Skyler stood there gawking, obviously not expecting for me to be
totally naked. "Right this way," I said to him, gesturing him inside and
helping him wheel in the cart. This time, I didn't help him set up the
meal, instead dropping straight to my knees and unzipping his pants. As I
fished it out, I realized it smelled like cum.

"You don't have to do that," Skyler said, blushing. "I mean, I'd like it,
and it's fun, but I, um, I kinda, when I was told that I'd be serving you
guys again, I mean you sir, Mr. Nadir, um, well I got a bit excited-"

Nadir cut him off.  "I have no interest in hearing about this Skyler. Do
your job, and my whore will do his."

Skyler's cock didn't taste so great as I sucked it into my mouth, but I
still did so enthusiastically. Less to avoid punishment, and more because I
didn't want to let Master Nadir down. I unbuttoned his waiter's pants and
pulled them down to his ankles, prepared to do the same to his boxers
before I realized he was freeballing. Sklyer stumbled back a little bit,
before pulling me to the couch. I followed, desperate to keep his cock in
sight.

With the teen sitting on the couch, smooth legs spread wide, I went to town
on his cock, using every trick a young male sex worker knows. Poor Skyler
would probably never be able to find guys his own age who were this good,
and part of me bet he would be looking for daddies on grindr by the end of
the year, trying to find someone with an equivalent level of experience.

I tongued his balls, rubbed his hole, licked around and under his foreskin,
but it took far too long to get him hard enough that he would be able to
fuck me. Glancing back, I noticed Nadir, who wasn't even facing us, was
more than halfway done with his meal. Fuck. I would have to get serious.

I straddled Skyler, pushing him down when he leaned up for a kiss, pressing
his modest cock against my hole. He looked almost intimidated as I relaxed
my ring and sank down onto him, though any fear melted into bliss as he
bottomed out. Despite the killer thigh workout that had been inflicted on
me, I flexed them tirelessly, pumping my body up and down on his cock.
Looking at this kid as I rode him, he made the cutest faces, but I had to
admit that 18 year old swimmer boys just weren't my type. I considered
flipping around and riding him reverse cowboy, but I figured disrupting the
tempo would get him further from cumming. And besides, I just said I
thought he was cute didn't I? Who cares if he wasn't the tall, dark, and
handsome muscle-bound jock I was used to screwing. Types be damned.

Skyler didn't know what to do with his hands, and kept on fidgeting with
them, moving them from his side to running them through his hair to rubbing
them up and down my body. Eventually, I took control, grabbing him by the
wrists and pinning his hands behind his head. And Skyler just let me do it.

Honestly it felt like a totally different waiter had walked into the room
than the one from yesterday. Yesterday's Skyler was distant, mechanical,
there to get his rocks off. Today's was pliant, whimpering, looking at me
with submissive puppy dog eyes. What made him change so much?

As I clenched my hole around his cock, slamming my ass down into his lap,
forcing out the prolonged second orgasm of the day that he had held out on
me, I realized it wasn't him, it was me. Nadir really had rubbed off on me,
and while I was still totally submissive to him, I felt maybe a little bit
dominant towards Skyler. Not that I'd ever want to top him, probably. But
taking control like that was fun.

Of course, the control was short lived. After I had squeezed his load into
me, Skyler was sent away to do his job. I don't know when Nadir finished
his lunch, but he made no comment to me as Skyler left, so I can only
assume I did my job. Though my job was far from finished. Once the door
shut, Nadir had pushed me back onto the couch, bending me in half so
completely that my feet were over the top of it, plowing into the hole that
Skyler had just seeded. Having two loads (or more, I lost count) made it an
easy fuck, though I was almost pushed over the edge from his talented cock
hitting all the right spots.

Whenever I would get close, Nadir seemingly was able to sense it, because
he would slow down, or grab the base of my cock and balls to steady me.
This fuck was really going for the long haul, and the sun was starting to
descend as he finally dumped his djinn DNA inside me. I couldn't see if I
was glowing or not, because the setting sun was shining right through the
window, but I imagine I was.

When he was done, he pulled out of me and stood proudly in the orange glow.
He looked kingly, and I knelt before him, putting his cock into my mouth
without him having to ask. If he was right and his cum did somehow burn the
shit from my insides, I didn't have anything to worry about sucking his
cock right after he pulled out. It should be sterile.

And indeed, all it tasted like was cum and ass and I cleaned it up. When I
finished, I sat back on my heels, but Nadir told me I wasn't done. I was to
bathe his entire body, from head to toe, starting with his feet.

That through me off, but only for a second. I was not a foot person, never
have been, but this was an order from my master. So, surprising myself, I
knelt in front of him and began licking the sweat from his feet. It wasn't
enjoyable, but I did it knowing it brought my master pleasure. I worked my
way up his calves, taking my time, disregarding the setting sun to mean
anything but a change in lighting. His expansive thighs took some time to
do, and I enjoyed it when I finally reached his ass, getting the treat of
licking around his hole before moving higher.

His abs had collected little rivulets of sweat that had condensed around
his happy trail, and his back muscles were strong enough to make me
jealous. His beefy pecs, each with its own forest of fur, did cause me to
have to pick quite a few black hairs out of my teeth, but I did so quickly
and without complaining. Then came his pits, which I were already familiar
with. Licking down his biceps, I worshipped the massive arms, arms which
rivaled any of my coworkers, even Raphael's. I didn't expect him to want
it, but I licked down his forearm as well, suckling each finger when I got
to it, as if I were giving each one a little blowjob.

When I got back to his neck, I didn't know if he wanted me to actually lick
his face clean like a dog, but I wasn't going to stop until my master
ordered me to. Which he did, right when my tongue was bathing the underside
of his chin. "Time to go to the bedroom, whore."

The next fuck was tender, almost. It started in the shower, where he washed
off my spit and any trace remains of saliva on his body, as I knelt before
him, sucking his cock to full hardness. When he turned off the water, he
flexed, and suddenly the shower was filled with steam. Magically, we were
both dry. He plucked me up off the ground, carrying me to bed, tossing me,
not gently, onto the sheets which I realized must not have been changed
once. I could smell both our body odors on it, but only my cum, since his
loads had always been inside of me.

Nadir squatted over my face, and I went to town on his ass, trying to show
him that I had learned a thing or two from the fantastic rim job he had
given earlier. As I did, my hands were busy rubbing up his abs and around
his cock, which I wanted desperately to be filling me. His own hands
reached down to my hole, his fingers prying at it, not in any attempts to
loosen it up more, because let's be honest that thing was as loose as it
was ever going to get (unless Dev does end up fisting me), but just because
he wanted to feel my body open up to his desires.

When he climbed off me, I missed the weight of his beefy cheeks and the
smell of his musky crack on my face. But the disappointment was soon
replaced by elation as his beautiful cock lost itself inside of me. He slid
in with no fanfare, pumping in slowly, resting a moment, then withdrawing
out until just his head remained, resting a moment, and pushing back in. It
was a slow sawing action designed for both our pleasures, though with a
major focus on his.

I still hadn't been given permission to touch my cock, which was straining
and leaking precum into pools on my abs. And can you blame it? Being teased
by the sexy master in front of me, pushing inside me with his engorged,
flaming hot cock. Unlike the previous times Nadir had fucked me, Nadir
wasn't spending too much time watching his cock piston into my body.
Instead, his eyes were on me. It was hard to look him straight in the eyes,
as full of fire as they were, but I knew I mustn't look away. I didn't want
to look away.

As freaked out as I should be that I was being fucked by a man who wasn't
human (or maybe he was, I don't know the myths), with a literal inferno in
his eyes, whose cum burned so bright it made me glow from the inside, the
alien nature of the encounter was overruled by the passion of his thrusts,
the gleaming sweat on his muscles, the lustful grunts of pleasure that
escaped his lips.

One of his hands, which had been casually exploring my body, wandered high
enough to grasp onto my neck, and he began lightly choking me as he upped
his pace. At times, it would get strong enough that I couldn't breathe, but
even in the throes of sex Nadir was in control enough to know when to relax
his grip. His thrusts became slower, but more powerful, each one forcing a
glob of precum out of my cock. With each one I felt myself getting closer
and closer to orgasm, as his cock penetrated me more fully than almost
anyone else's.

After one fateful thrust, the pressure built up at the base of my cock was
too much, and my dick, totally untouched, began spraying cum all over my
abs. It wasn't the strongest orgasm, I didn't shoot the farthest I ever
had, but it was the most satisfying. I was orgasming long after cum had
ceased coming out, and when I was done I felt Nadir begin his own.

Once again, I felt the warmth spread through me, searing hot but completely
bearable. I felt the same peace of mind as before, I felt the
self-assuredness. I saw the path to fulfilling my wishes. I lay back on the
bed, my mind spinning, my body reeling, overwhelmed by the dual orgasm that
had just occurred.

My reverie was interrupted by a soft thunk on my chest. Looking down, I saw
a wad of cash, starting to soak with the cum on my belly. "Your payment,
Jay. And may I just say you earned every penny of it. Sabien will be
hearing about just how well our session went."

I blinked my eyes, focusing on the reality of the situation. "Sir?" I
asked, one word betraying all my feelings.

"No need to call me sir now, Jay," Nadir said, a totally different person
yet somehow still the same. "The session is over. You've done your time,
you've earned your pay. Now, I have some important work to deal with,
before getting to bed early for a morning flight tomorrow. Despite having
all the luck of a djinn, I still seem to be randomly selected more than
anyone else." He winked at me. "Perhaps the selection process isn't quite
so random. Still, even if I have to get there early, I don't mind it when
the agent feels this up," he gestured to his package, which he had enclosed
in a pair of boxer briefs while talking. "There have been more than one
time that I ended up fucking one or more of them in one of their private
interrogation chambers. Pity that their boss got wind of their misconduct,
but I suppose that's one less racist TSA agent out there. Now what're you
doing still in bed? Your clothes are folded under the bed. Get a move on. I
can't quite focus on work with an ass like that around, can I?"

A minute later I was standing outside Nadir's suite, the first time
stepping foot outside the doorstep in more than 24 hours. My body still
felt flushed and warm, my mind still felt blank and buzzed. All of a
sudden, my stomach growled, breaking me out my trance. I had hardly eaten
all weekend, and despite all the ins and outs my hole had gotten, my
stomach was dying for some In n Out.

*** *** ***

My palm fell flat on Dev's door, the bang shattering the 3AM calm; pulling
my hand away to knock again left a splatter of blood on the wood. My second
knock was answered by Dev, a towel wrapped around his waist, his brow
sweaty and his pecs looking rather pumped. He was out of breath, but his
breath caught and his eyes widened when he saw my state.

I fell through his doorway, Dev's muscular arms catching my trembling body
and I stumbled inside. Dev sat me down on the couch, doing a once over on
my body before staring intently into my eyes. I knew what I must've looked
like. An undershirt ripped to shreds, dangling from my sweaty, grimy torso.
Long scratch marks running down my back and across my ribs, bites all over
my neck and shoulders. Jogging shorts ripped down the middle, exposing my
hole, out of which cum was slowly leaking. I knew exactly what it looked
like, and I was trying to catch my breath and tell Dev the truth before he
made any assumptions.

"What the fuck..." whispered a voice, higher pitched than Dev's, coming from
the hallway further into the house. I glanced over and saw Alex, our
twink-ass coworker, his naked body familiar to me, though the collar around
his neck was something I hadn't seen him wear before.

"Time for you to go," Dev said sternly, letting the towel drop off as he
stood up to grab Alex's shoulder, their softening cocks nudging eachother
as Dev began pulling Alex towards the door.

"Wait, Dev, Jay is hurt. Lemme help him. My mom's a nurse, I know what I'm
doing."

"It's fine, let him stay," I said, eliciting a concerned brow furrow from
Dev. "He's our friend, I don't have anything to hide from him. Not anymore."

Alex and Dev both helped me up from the couch, an arm draped around each
naked man's shoulders, the assistance mostly unnecessary but the feel of
their vastly different bodies still greatly appreciated. I was sat down on
the lip of the tub, Alex gingerly tugging off my bloody, dirty rags as Dev
rifled through his medicine cabinet. Alex didn't even fumble as he turned
on the shower, rubbing down my body with a soapy loofah, none of us
breaking the silence quite yet. Eventually:
"Who did this to you." Dev didn't ask, so much as he stated, looking
surprisingly intimidating despite holding a pink bottle of neosporin.

I breathed in through clenched teeth, partially from the steaming water
hitting open wounds, partially from the fact that I was finally going to
come clean. Well, about part of it at least, and then I'd see where I'd go
from there after Alex left.

"It was a client," I said, glancing quickly between their gazes to gauge
their reaction.

"You got beat up by a john?" Alex asked incredulously, though Dev's
expression was still guarded. "No way do I believe trade didn't like the
session. Not with an ass like that."

Somehow, I laughed. "No, he liked it. And I did too, don't get me wrong. It
wasn't like that. Everything that happened, I knew going in. Well, kinda. I
didn't think he'd get that rough, but I didn't tell him to stop. It wasn't
so bad, really. He just, well, we just got carried away." I was rambling as
Alex helped me out of the shower, into a towel provided by Dev. It was the
same one he had been using earlier, and smelled like him.

"Aren't you supposed to have a pimp to take care of that?" Alex asked.
"Don't tell me you're whoring without a pimp. You remember what happened to
Diego when he tried that right? He's jacked as shit and he still got beat
up cuz some closet case didn't like the way Diego made his penis feel.
Zachary chewed him out after that, cuz he couldn't work for a week," he
continued as he dabbed a stinging solution on my various scrapes, his
constant chatter being somewhat distracting and calming. I could already
tell the scratches were fading.

"I won't forget that," Dev added. "Zachary sent me and some of the other
boys to his hotel room before he flew out of here to give him a little gift
from us. Had to stop Esteban from cutting off his ear."

"Esteban told me about that," Alex chimed back in. "Pretty sure he was
joking, but that bitch is crazy so who the hell knows. Didn't Raph go with
too?"

"Yeah, but he didn't do a lot. Mostly watched the door. He's got arms but
doesn't like to use them."

"Yeah he's a gentle giant. But I bet I could do that, stay look out and
all, if we wanted to pay this john a visit tonight."

"NO!" I blurted out, startling them. "No, you don't need to do that.
Really, I'm fine." Alex stared pointedly at my battered body. "Ok, maybe
I'm a little beat up, but only on the outside. Really, I'm fine. I wasn't
scarred by the experience, I didn't use the safeword, he didn't do anything
he didn't pay for."

"Then why'd you come over here?" Dev asked.

"Because... because I just wanted to see you is all. I hate having to lie to
you about this second job, and I wanted you to know the truth. You're my
friend, and I've been keeping you in the dark, and it's not fair."
"I knew something was up. You've been acting strange for months. All the
times you've canceled plans, how you been making the extra cash, not to
mention how sometimes you smell like you just got fucked, and I know you
didn't go in to work the night before." He sighed. "You had me really
worried, Jay. I thought there was something serious going on. Or just that
you didn't wanna hang anymore. Man, you coulda told me you were whoring
out. I wouldn't have judged. That's pretty much what all three of us do. We
fuck for money."

"Or get fucked, in our case," Alex jibed, nudging me with a grin. "Sorry to
interrupt though. I feel there's something going on between you two, and
I'm majorly third wheeling."

"Don't worry about it," I said, but then I hesitated. "Wait, what were you
doing here anyway? At 3AM?"

"Fucking, of course," Alex responded casually. "Dev wanted to practice for
next weekend's kink night, hence the collar. But I guess I hit all the
right buttons cuz this big guy ended up on his back." He smacked Dev's ass
hard, who jumped. Dev looked at me, abashed.

"What can I say? My normal fuck bud doesn't answer the phone, and besides
I've been wanting to get fucked for a long-ass time."

"Hey, maybe we can sandwich you," Alex started, before Dev shut him down.

"Man, read the room. You really think we're going back to fucking now?"

"I meant on stage, bitch. Jay in front, you in the middle, me behind."

"Hell naw. I have a rep to maintain for my fans," Dev said.

"Really dude? You let Jay fuck you on flip nights."

"That's different, punk. Jay can pass as trade when he don't got a footlong
dick in him. Besides, it's Zachary's plan, not mine. Take it up with him."
The good natured chatting had us migrating back into the hall, where Alex
made a move to join us both in Dev's bedroom. "Sorry, Alex, but you're
going home now. Jay's with me tonight."

"Aw, cmon man. I was so close to nutting dude," Alex said, pulling a
pouting face, though still obediently pulling on his hoodie and sweats.

"Wait, don't kick him out yet," I said, dropping to my knees before Alex
could finish pulling up his pants. I swiftly dropped my mouth over his rod,
bobbing up and down a couple times, quickly getting him to full hardness.
He really was close to the edge. It wasn't more than a minute before Alex
was shooting down my throat, joining the other load in my gut. "Now you can
kick him out."

After Dev shut the door on Alex's dazed grin, he turned to me, bemused.
"Kinda surprised you did that, Jay. Never thought you liked Alex all that
much. You always say he's an annoying little punk."

I shrugged. "He helped clean me up, and didn't judge as much as I thought
he would. I've been too harsh on him, especially since I never gave him a
chance to start."

"You really thought he would judge? Last night was being spitroasted on the
bar while Jake milked his cock into some daddy's martini. He's not really
in a place to judge anyone. Hell, none of us are."

"Yeah, I know. I knew that deep down, but I guess I kinda felt ashamed
about it, so I lied to myself. Also, it's a little more complicated than
what I told Alex."

Dev sat down on his leather couch, gently pulling me in with him. I
appreciated the soft touches, though most of the cuts had healed to the
point where they were just pink lines on my skin. In the dim illumination
from a street light outside, Dev didn't seem to notice.

"Tell me, Jay. Starting with what happened tonight."

"Alright Dev. I dunno if you'll believe me, but here's what happened."

*** *** ***

"This next assignment is a little bit different that previous ones," Sabien
said, as we sat together sipping coffee at his dining table. "You've
performed admirably so far with adapting to this alternate lifestyle, but
sucking off dryads and deepthroating naiads is relatively tame compared to
what you're going to have to do next."
"I'm sure I can handle it," I replied, cockily.

Sabien chuckled. "You say that now. So, Jay, how're you at running?"

"I did a little bit of baseball in high school," I lied, but Sabien saw
right through. "Ok, I played for a couple weeks before dropping it for
dance," I admitted.

"Well I hope you have the endurance for your next client, because he's
offering to pay an extra $20 for every fifteen minutes you last against
him."
"Last against him? Does he want to fight or something? Because I don't
think it'd be good to wreck the money maker," I said, gesturing to my face.

"Please, Jay, your ass is your money maker, and you couldn't wreck it with
a goliath's fist. But no, your client doesn't want to fight. He wants to
hunt."

"Hunt...?" I asked, but Sabien just gave me a look.

"Yes, hunt. Conor is a werewolf, Jay, I thought that was obvious. Since
it's a new moon tonight, he'll be in the most amount of control than any
other time, though he still wants to be able to feel like he's succumbing
to his animal side. I can't imagine why. But because of this, you will be
safe throughout the night, even if you get a little roughed up. If it
becomes too much, the safeword is aconite."
"Like the Pokemon?" I asked. Sabien's black eyes conveyed a perfect mixture
of disdain, selective ignorance, and world weariness.

"I'm sure I have no idea what that means. Jay, just tell me, are you in or
are you out?"

"I'm in. Werewolf, new moon, chase, safeword is aconite. Bring on the
beast."

The cockiness transformed into nerves twelve hours later as I waited for
Sabien to pick me up from home. He drove me to the other side of town in
his hearse-black sports car, reminding me of the safeword and ensuring I
was up for the job. He stopped at a lot between two shipping containers,
and I stepped out of the car. The night air was cool and breezy on my
exposed skin, but I shivered more from anticipation than anything. The
clock in Sabien's car had read 1am when he dropped me off. Run until 3 and
I just made an extra $160. Even if this guy caught me, my pockets would
still get weighed down in the morning.

I was glancing around furtively, peering into every shadow, wondering if I
should start running yet, even if I didn't know what from. My musings were
answered by a growl from the shadows. I whipped around, already backing up,
feeling like a teenage girl in a horror movie. Crossing from the deep
shadows of a new moon night into the orangey, industrial light of the
shipping yard, an animal padded towards me. Its paws didn't make a sound,
and if I had closed my eyes the only way I would've known it was there was
because of the constant, low growling that told some primitive part of me
that it was a mistake to evolve down from trees.

I knew he was playing with me. He wanted me to be scared, to start the hunt
on a strong note. And to his credit I really was scared. I knew I was safe,
deep down, but no matter how many times you tell yourself that, seeing a
wolf the size of a motorcycle tends to hit you right in the adrenaline
gland. When my back hit one of the shipping containers, I broke eye contact
with it for just a second, my eyes flitting to my escape route, just a few
yards away. As soon as this happened, I heard a thunderous bark, and
without even looking at my predator I had jumped, sprinting for safety.

As I wound between steel rectangles, I could literally feel his hot breath
on my ankles, and I couldn't help but let out a few whimpers as I ran. I
hadn't planned any strategy before hand, and now I felt stupid for it,
because I was not any kind of improviser. Still, my survival instinct hit
as soon as I saw the first chain link fence. I jumped when I got within a
yard of it, hitting it halfway up and scrambling as soon as my hands hit
metal. I heard a growl beneath me, felt teeth against my bare leg, but
managed to kick off and pull myself onto the other side.

Landing roughly, I got my first up close look at the werewolf through the
chain link. He had stopped for a moment, still growling, his yellow eyes
sizing me up. I could tell there was an intelligence behind those eyes,
from the way they roamed over me in a manner that I couldn't distinguish
between hungry and horny. He sniffed for a second, and I looked down at my
hands, the palms of which had been torn up by my parkour stunt. Glancing up
again and I realized that the wolf was gone, vanishing into shadows,
obviously trying to find its way around the fence.

I jogged away, trying to find my way into a more residential area, hoping
it would be better lit and half-praying someone would offer some assistance
(even though entering a house would be breaking the rules of the hunt).
Whenever I heard motion behind me, my jog would become a sprint, even
though it never turned out to be the wolf. I knew that when he wanted to
end it, I wouldn't be able to hear him coming.

But for now he was still playing. He would growl loudly, alerting me to his
presence, motivating me to find a creative way out of the predicament. He
had me climbing up fire escapes, clambering over rooftops, ducking into
alleyways, and even crossing through fountains to dilute my smell. Not that
I could really hope to do much about that. Even if I weren't bleeding, the
pheromones Chaz had left on me were never going away. He could hunt me down
by my body odor alone if he wanted.

Sweat poured down my face, soaking the ripped grey undershirt that stuck to
my chest, cooling my flushed skin but betraying me at the same time. I had
slowed my pace to a jog, I didn't have the stamina for this constant
sprinting, and I think I had lost my pursuer at the last fence I jumped.
Dogs aren't very good climbers.

Still, I couldn't stop moving. I figured I had about an hour left on the
clock.

As I passed a woman on the sidewalk, I noticed her turn her head to follow
me. Glancing back, I was met with a glare of concern, and I could
understand why. Here I was, dressed in traditional jogging attire (if a bit
tight), obviously very out of breath and extremely sweaty at 2 in the
morning. Not to mention the slightly panicked look in my eyes, which kept
shifting to every dark corner of the dimly lit street.

I decided to give myself a second to rest, get myself composed so innocent
concerned citizens wouldn't call the cops on me. As a whore for
supernatural creatures, cops would be asking too many questions I couldn't
believably answer. I ducked into an alleyway, jogging down a couple yards
and stopping behind a dumpster. I bent over, hands on my knees, my ass
straining the jogging shorts I wore, trying to catch my breath.

I ran a hand through my buzzed hair; it was slick with sweat when I pulled
it away. I checked to make sure my ear piercings hadn't fallen out, and
mentally prepared myself to look like a normal nighttime jogger. Once I was
ready, I stood tall again, taking a couple steps out before I heard the low
growl.

Shit.

I should've sprinted for the mouth of the alley then, but I was frozen for
a second with fear. During that split moment, a lupine shape turned the
corner, stalking closer to me. I backed up, keeping the large, grey
werewolf in my sights at all times. I hadn't checked, and I couldn't now,
because I knew as soon as I broke eye contact the beast would pounce, but I
was praying for this alley to not be a dead end.

Then my back hit a brick wall. Shit.

The animal was in no hurry, it knew I was out of options, out of time. It's
jaws gaped partially open, foamy saliva dripped onto the grimy alley floor,
but I kept my eyes locked with its. Dark brown locked with primal yellow.
Man and wolf, staring eachother down. When it was only a few feet away, I
spoke.

"Ready to fuck?"

Or, at least, I tried to. The intention to sound cocky and nonchalant about
my imminent animalistic fucking was undermined by the fact I was still
gasping for breath and I couldn't keep a tremble of fear out of my voice,
so what I really said was more along the lines of "Ready, t-to fu-uck-k
(fuck)."

I didn't get a response, and didn't expect to, but I was at the very least
glad when the wolf in front of me stood up on its hind legs, its paws
shifting into feet, its furry body becoming a slightly less furry one, and
most importantly its face transforming from a cold, snarling wolf's head to
a cold, snarling human's head. In the shadows of the dark alley, I didn't
get an amazing look at Conor, partially because he never stopped moving as
he shifted, stepping easily from four legs to two as he strode into my
space, pushing me up against the bricks that trapped me.

The force of his kiss scraped the back of my head as it thudded against the
wall, dazing me for a second as an unusually long tongue forced its way
into my mouth, reaching down my throat in a swift motion before just as
quickly withdrawing. Conor's hand, still clawed I realized, gripped me by
the scruff of my neck, angling my face upward towards the umber sky, my
mouth gaping open and a pitiful moan-squeak involuntarily escaping. I
jerked as I felt a wad of spit land in my upturned mouth and swallowed
reflexively as he spun me around.

He didn't even bother removing my clothes as he slammed me against the
alley, my chest taking the brunt of the blow, dirt streaking my white
shirt, my already bloodied hands getting scraped further as I pushed myself
off it slightly. The werewolf was still growling, and my prey instinct was
telling me to run, though fortunately my whore instinct to profit off of
the lusts of men overrode it. His growls got louder as I felt him tugging
down my jogger's shorts.

No, not tugging. Tearing. One claw had pierced my shorts, right above my
hole, and were ripping down through the cheap material. My ass crack was
deep enough that I could feel it sliding along it without scratching flesh,
and I was glad he seemed to be too interested in his own pleasure to
attempt fingering me. Though as soon as I felt him entering, I almost had
second thoughts.

He penetrated me in one sharp thrust, making me cry out in pain. I had
lubed and fingered myself beforehand, of course, but that was hours ago,
and running away for so long had been a butt-clenching experience. His
growls turned into the loud woofs that some guys will make, forceful
exhales made half out of uncontrollable lust and half to prove to yourself
what a fucking man you are.

The noises I was making on the other hand were not nearly so manly. I was
whining, mostly out of pain, my cock still soft and trapped against the
wall, though fortunately the front of my shorts were blocking any scrapage.
I had been fucked in a jockstrap of course, who hasn't, but getting fucked
in a ripped pair of jogging shorts was new for me. Each thrust felt like
his cock was getting bigger inside me, and I had to bite my tongue to keep
from waking up the whole block with my screams of pain... which were slowly
becoming moans of pleasure.

During all of this, Conor's hands were by my ears, curled into the wall. I
realized that his claws were piercing the stone, and I felt a shiver of
both fear and excitement run through me.

Unsurprisingly, this brutal werewolf fucking was starting to turn me on,
and while I still wasn't hard, the thrusts were pounding my prostate hard
enough to distract from the pain. Instead of trying to ignore the
uncomfortable pressure, I focused totally on his girthy cock sliding
against my p-spot, each ferocious thrust leading to slightly increasing
amounts of pleasure.

I thought he was getting close from how his already rapid thrusts were
speeding up, and I figured I would help him along a ways. I started
clenching my experienced hole at any opportunity I got, even though I felt
if I gripped too hard on the out-stroke he would flip my whole body inside
out. He roared, pulling out of me, and at first I thought he was cumming.
But instead he grabbed me by the shoulder and threw me to the ground. I
landed on my plenty punished ass, staring up at the hairy man in front of
me, whose cock dangled over me angrily, a stream of precum running down
onto furry balls before dripping onto my leg.

He held that pose for a second before pouncing on me, flipping me over,
pricking me with his claws and further tearing up my poor shirt.
Appropriately, he forced me into doggy style, kicking apart my legs so he
could better access my hole, standing above me and plunging in without a
second's warning.

His clawed hands locked around my hips in a death grip, the tips piercing
my skin and drawing blood. This had definitely been the most painful sexual
experience I had ever had, even topping Nadir's wax drippings, but the
adrenaline rush was exhilarating enough for me not to care. My knees and
hands were filthy as they supported two men's body weight, seeing as Conor
was pushing me into the ground, and it was hard not to hang my head to
fully focus on being crushed. But I had to keep a look out, because the
werewolf sure wasn't.

When I had been flipped around, I was facing out towards the mouth of the
alley, and I saw a car or two drive by. It was amazing that some people
were just going about their lives, driving past the debauchery taking place
in this alley. Here I was getting my hole brutally fucked into a werewolf's
cumdump, while other people were turning off their tv's and climbing into
bed. On a normal night, before any of this started, hell, before I even
started working at Club Lux, I'd probably be out right now, or walking home
from a night out trying to pick up guys--

I stiffened as I heard voices, raucous, drunk ones, approaching the edge of
the alley. I tried turning back to Conor, to warn him, but all he did was
adjust his grip, move it from my hips to my ribs, drawing deep scratches
into my skin. I bet with his werewolf hearing he probably knew they were
coming anyway. I gritted my teeth through the pain and let my head drop,
hoping that no one would notice.

But as if to spite me, Conor redoubled his thrusting, growling loudly as he
did so, and forcing a high pitched whine out of me, right as the group of
revelers blocked the streetlight to the alleyway.

"What the fuck man," one of them said, and I blushed, even though they
couldn't see my face. "Hold up Dash, some homeless dude is fucking a twink
in this alleyway." I frowned through my embarrassment, brow furrowed over a
painful grimace. I knew someone by that name...

"Man that shit is nasty," came a familiar voice, the voice of my
ex-boyfriend, DaShonte. My shoulders trembled and I considered letting my
body collapse, at the very least so my ex wouldn't recognize the bitch
getting fucked in the alley, but I knew Conor's merciless fucking would
hurt all the more with my face against the asphalt.

"I'm gonna take a pic," his friend drunkenly slurred, and Dash laughed,
replying:

"Send me a copy of it then. Maybe I'll post it on Insta or some shit.
`Perfect end to a Saturday night, got to see a couple hobos fucking'. You
think Ty would be jealous he didn't come out?" I felt the harsh light of a
phone camera, and then the group sauntered away, leaving me with Conor's
ever-present thrusts. I restarted my efforts of making him cum, ending this
night, and from the way his growls starting evolving into whines, I think I
was doing some good.

Despite the fact he was making higher pitched noises, he was still brutally
ravaging my hole. His thrusts got more violent, if that was even possible,
and I gasped as he suddenly released my ribs from his claws. One powerful
thrust completely knocked me flat to the ground, and he rode me down, his
cock hilt-deep as he began unloading. Overcome with the feelings, he
dragged his clawed hands down my back, and as I struggled to regain my
breath I could feel wetness against the chill night air.

When he had finished, I felt like jelly. My whole body ached, though my
hole didn't feel as bad as I anticipated. Well, the deeper parts didn't,
but the outer ring did. His cum was soothing as it sloshed around in my
gut, and almost made me want to nap right here on the ground. That feeling
was ended instantly when he pulled his cock out of me, just as suddenly as
he had thrust it in.  He grabbed my arm and easily rolled me over onto my
back. My eyes met his yellow eyes, and he barked the only thing I'd ever
heard him say.

"Run."

There must be some neuron that's hotwired to obey when a werewolf tells you
to run, some flight-or-fight nerve that always chooses flight because
natural selection sure as hell knows you can't fight a werewolf, and that
piece of my brain jolted me upright. Unfortunately, all that primal neural
pathway cares about is getting away from the threat, and as I scrambled to
my feet I took off in the most natural direction for me, towards home,
which was also the direction that the group of partiers had headed.

Since they were drunkenly stumbling home and I was sprinting for my life, I
caught up with them in no time, pushing through them long enough to hear
DaShonte slur my name, running fast enough that it was several seconds
before I heard screams as an inevitable grey shape bolted past them as
well. Conor wasn't pulling any punches here. And neither was I.

I knew he was catching me up, and with the adrenaline singing in my ears I
knew I wouldn't last long by running. So I did probably the stupidest thing
I've ever done, and I stopped.

I timed it so he was right on my heels, jerking to a stop as suddenly as I
could, swinging back, and punching him straight in his wolfish jaw with all
the conserved momentum I could muster. He whimpered as he crashed, his paws
skittering against the pavement like nothing more than a clumsy dog. I had
bought myself a few seconds, and I dashed across the street, my frayed
brain probably hoping that he would get hit by a car if he tried to follow.
Jogging to a halt in a park, I fell onto my stomach in the dewy grass, my
hot and sweaty body shivering against the sudden coldness.

I heard footsteps approach. One pair, not paws. Mustering my last remains
of resolve, I turned myself over and looked up at Conor.

"You know, pup, there's a safeword for a reason," he said as he crouched
down by my head, his semi-hard cock dangling a few inches from my mouth.
"That was a good hunt though, so I'm not gonna tell your boss." I just
continued to breathe heavily, my eyes still wide and my body still
trembling.

"Sabien really did just find me a pup," Conor continued. There was still an
underlying growl to his voice, but it wasn't unfriendly. "Was this your
first time?" he said, a hairy hand stroking my smooth chest.

"No," I responded suddenly. He arched an eyebrow. "Well, my first time with
a were-, um a werewolf, but not my first time with a..." I trailed off. "A
naiad almost drowned me once."

Conor chuckled, a deep "hurr hurr hurr," as he continued to rub my pecs,
occasionally massaging a nipple or two. "Sounds more dangerous than a hunt
to me. But I'm not a great swimmer," he said. His hand was really calming
me down, and I became both acutely aware of the pendulous cock next to my
face and of a bruise forming on his.

"I'm really sorry about that," I said, nodding up at him. "I just got a bit
too into it and kinda panicked."

"Don't worry bout it, pup," Conor replied, smiling. "It'll be healed by
tomorrow. Besides, it was... kinda hot. Probably the most real moment of the
whole hunt. Maybe I'll hire you again sometime to hunt me! Or just pay you
to smack me around. I promise I can take it."

I laughed, the tension dissolving at the points of contact between us. "You
know, the night isn't over yet. I'm still on the clock," I said, before
craning my neck upward to take his cock into my mouth. It tasted of his cum
and my ass, and I could feel my own sizable cock stirring in response.
Conor didn't respond, he just repositioned so he was straddling my body,
his hips over my face in a push up position, slowly dipping his cock into
my mouth before pulling it back out.

I was only surprised by the change in pace for half a minute before he
began accelerating, slowly increasing the rate of his thrusts until he was
fucking my throat with the same ferocity he had shown my ass. Despite
seeing this human side of him, it still felt animalistic, and I was
thankful that Kaito had trained me to hold my breath for minutes at a time.

Conor did the same thing  he had done before, where he seemed to get really
close, but then suddenly pulled out, staring at me intently the whole time.
"Doggy style," he growled, his voice much less human than previously, and I
obeyed immediately. My knees and wrists were sore, but this time I was
shivering in anticipation, looking forward to having that meat shoved
inside me again. I didn't have to wait long as he crawled behind me,
shoving himself inside me in one thrust, though taking his time with it
this time.

He groaned as he penetrated me again, leaning forward so his body was on
top of mine again, though this time bearing the wait on his own arms. His
hands were inches from mine, and I got a first hand view as I saw his nails
elongate into claws, pushing into the grassy soil. His thrusts started out
slow and deliberate, but this was a man who was in touch with his primal
side. It was not long at all before he was fucking me with reckless
abandon, his thrusts erratic but forceful, speeding up and slowing down in
a jerky way that I would've judged as unprofessional in any other guy.

I could tell he was trying to prolong it now, make this park fuck last as
long as he could. Hell, maybe we would be here til morning started, his
cock planted firmly in my ass, both of us facing the rising sun. This fuck
was one I could handle lasting for hours, now that my ass had been broken
into submission, and I think Conor felt the same. Leaning over me, he had
begun to nibble at my neck, though as his rhythm sped up again, so did the
frequency and strength of his bites.

He wasn't so much giving hickies as he was leaving bitemarks. There wasn't
any suction here, just teeth. And again, while this may have been
unattractive in another guy, getting bitten by a werewolf wasn't nearly as
bad as I thought. My shoulders and neck were a canvas for his canines, and
I suspected Zachary would bench me for a few days, or at least until these
healed. But since Conor was paying so well, I really didn't mind.

I moaned loudly as I felt the first few contractions of Conor beginning to
cum, my own orgasm just a few strokes away. I have no doubt I would've been
cumming onto the grass if he had stayed inside me, but instead he pulled
out, standing up in one motion and pulling me up by the scruff of my neck
as well, shoving his cock in my face and launching his load straight down
my throat.

I grabbed my own cock as he came inside me, one stroke being all that was
necessary to have me spraying the grass white. I fell back onto my hands,
gazing up at the magnificent specimen panting above me. His face looked
even more primal as he came down from his orgasm, hair receding from his
jawline, fangs un-protruding from his lips, eyes fading from yellow to
brown. He grinned at me.

"Wish I could tip you now, but I didn't exactly bring my wallet. Sabien has
your payment, and I'll drop the extra off tomorrow morning before you pick
it up. Sleep well tonight, pup, you earned it."

*** *** ***

Dev didn't say anything for the longest time. And then: "So... you're a
werewolf now?"

I laughed lightly, still slightly overcome with all the emotions I had felt
tonight. "No, not really," I said. "Though one thing I've learned is that
magic creatures leave their mark. Happened with Chaz for sure, everyone
noticed that one."

"Chaz?" I gave him the spark notes of my first job. He nodded
understandingly as I finished. "So that's why you've smelled like the
backseat of a retired bang bus for the last few months." I blushed. "Not
that it's a bad thing!" he recovered, "I guess Sabien was right, there's
something about it that gay dudes love. Makes sense why you've been getting
so many tips."

"Yeah, there's been a lot of stuff like that," I continued, glad to get
these changes off my chest. "After tasting Kazuki's cum, my cum shared the
same flavor, though not as much. That's why you walked in on me totally
junked out on it one day, I think I had become kinda addicted to it. And
after getting throat fucked by Kaito, I could hold my breath for minutes at
a time, perfect for deepthroating. Plus I don't gag at all, not that I did
much before."

"What else?" Dev asked, obviously intrigued.

"Sabien's cum has some kinda youth-restoring properties, but since I'm
already young I don't think that one matters much. I think getting fucked
by Conor makes me heal faster, since  most of the cuts he gave me are gone.
The weirdest one... well... this one is kinda fucked but I haven't actually,
well, I haven't shit since Nadir used me for that weekend. I haven't needed
to. I just feel empty down there. But in a good way. Like I'm waiting to be
filled. I think I just burn it off or something."

"So ass to mouth is totally fine for you now? Good to know," Dev said with
a grin.

I grinned back. "Actually, it was Nadir who convinced me to tell you all
this, though I don't think he knew it at the time. He just pretty much told
me that I had to be honest with myself and the people I care about. It was
kinda eye-opening, considering that he had rented me as a whore for the
weekend."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And I, I mean I care about you a lot Dev, you're always there for
me, you're like the best coworker/friend I could ask for," I kind of
stuttered through.

"And what about more than friends," Dev asked. I paused too long and he
tried to recover, "nah man I shouldn't have asked that, I just feel so
protective of you right now, I just wanted to, fuck I dunno." I put my hand
on his shoulder.

"Shh, Dev. I would really like that. Though, it is kinda funny you're
asking me after I got fucked twice by a werewolf. Unless sloppy seconds
gets you hard."

"Maybe it does," Dev said, his hand atop mine on his shoulder. "I mean, I
was about to fuck Alex tonight so maybe I'm just horny and romantic or
something."

Dev continued: "No, fuck that, I've been wanting to ask for a while. You
wanna be my boyfriend, Jay?"

I smiled wide. "You know it, Dev."

*** *** ***

"So you studs are together now?" Alex said as we all showered together
after work. It was a Thursday, only a skeleton crew tonight, and Diego had
already gone home. "Does that mean your side job is done, Jay?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Alex, I got spitroasted by you and Diego today as
Dev licked your cock around my hole. We aren't exactly exclusive here."
Dev joined in. "Jay is a strong independent woman who makes money using her
body, and I ain't gonna stop that. Besides, he makes bank. I'm tired of
being the one who's gotta spoil his boys. I want some sugar daddy to buy me
stuff too!"
Seeing a burly stud like Dev pout about not having a sugar daddy made us
both crack up, and Alex slapped his ass playfully before looking at me
nervously for approval.

"Alex, geez, you just sucked him off onstage as I rimmed you. You don't
need to look at me for approval like some lost puppy!" I cajoled as I
rinsed off the suds. Even though I had just soaped off, I could still smell
traces of Chaz's musk on me, and knew both men in the room could too.
"Nothing has changed between the two of us, alright?"

"Well, almost nothing," Dev chimed in. "Remember that time months ago we
turned you down for a threesome in the showers so we could fuck together?"
he asked.

"You'd have to be clearer. I can think of at least four times that you guys
have rebuffed me... not that I'm complaining now of course! It makes sense
now. I feel like I've been third wheeling this whole time and just didn't
know it."
"Well maybe we want you to third wheel, stupid," Dev said, pulling Alex in
to his body both of them under the spray together. Alex melted in a way I
knew very well. I walked up behind him, rubbing my cock in the crack of his
round cheeks.

"For tonight, at the very least."





That concludes A Different Kind of Whore. Obviously, there are plenty of
other mythical creatures that Jay hasn't been fucked by yet, and I may do
some vignettes along the line if the muse strikes. If you have any comments
or criticisms for the story, any ideas for things Jay should get fucked by
or for the greater narrative universe as a whole, feel free to email me or
message me on my blog. Thanks for reading!