Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 10:46:52 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothel Slave 12

TWELVE

Back in the present:

Again the pain in my legs wakes me up and I can't get back to sleep. I'm on
some kind of mattress. No sheet underneath. When I reach out to the side I
touch the floor so the mattress is on the ground. It's completely dark and
I have no idea where I am or how I got here. My ass feels like I got
fucked—it's sore that way and when I reach back I feel slime oozing out
of my hole. There is something cold and hard around my wrists. As soon as I
move, the chain around my neck clinks and rattles. I guess that's some kind
of slave collar.

I hear a voice through some kind of opening at the top of the door. I
recognize who is speaking: the Master.  "Time to wake up, slave." A light
goes on and blinds me momentarily even though it isn't too bright. "Look
around, get used to your new home, slave. See the pail in the corner for
your piss and shit." I can tell that this room is very small. I can
practically just reach out and touch the pail. I have to piss really hard
so I get myself over to the pail, force myself onto my knees and – shit,
I'm still caged---have to straddle the pail to get my cage over it so I can
let my piss drip down into the pail. I decide not to take a shit even
though I probably could. I hope conditions will improve eventually. Damn, I
still hurt like hell from the way that guy caned the back of my legs.

The Master is looking in at me through the opening in the door, watching me
as my piss drips through my cage into the bucket. "Reach for the spray
bottle, slave," he says. Spray that cage so it doesn't sink up the place."
I see it and pick it up and use it. Whatever is in it smells nice, but I
realize that I stink, especially my armpits. How long have I been in here?
I don't know. Things don't feel completely right; I think I'd been drugged,
maybe at the Club. I don't remember stinking this much and I really need a
shower. My flesh feels clammy.

Master throws something into the room. It's some kind of plastic bottle
with a nozzle on the end like a nipple. "Suck up your meal, slave."
Suddenly I realize what has happened to me. I'm in some kind of cell. I've
been imprisoned by the Master, I guess. But for what purpose?  I don't know
what's in the bottle but my stomach is aching from hunger. I pick it up and
put the nipple to my mouth but I can't get anything to come out. He
chuckles. "Come on, cocksucker. You chew and suck better than that," he
says. "Suck it good, slave. It's a special meal for you and I added my own
piss and cum to it so it can help condition you the way I want." I realize
that the Master is using this bottle to train me how to suck. It takes a
lotI I try not to think of what it is I'm sucking from the bottle. Even
before I finish, I feel myself losing consciousness again.

I wake up because the water is hitting my spread-eagled body. Th rings of
iron around my wrists and ankles have hooks on them and I realize I'm
strung up like a piece of meat and some hooded guy was scrubbing me roughly
with sponge and nice-smelling soap. I don't understand why I couldn't just
wash myself, but I know better than to question what's happening to
me. This is the way the Master wants it right now, and Leo taught me well
NEVER to question or object to anything the Master ordered.

Finally the shower stops and my flesh is tingling everywhere and there's
still a dull ache on the back of my legs. I'm dried off, roughly again, and
then unhooked and ordered to fall down on the ground and grovel in DOWN
position. A bowl of some kind of stew is pushed towards my face and I'm
ordered to eat it up without using my hands. I'm eager to be obedient and I
think that's because of some drug the Master made me take, and I bury my
face in the bowl and eat up. This is the first solid food I've had for a
long time, I guess.

After I'm done eating, the hooded man wipes my face clean with a rag then
makes me crawl down a long hallway, lets me use a real bathroom (thank
God!)  and then pushes me into a different cell and locks the door. This
one has a comfortable bed, so things are looking better. I still have no
idea what's going on. No one's bothered to explain anything at all.

 I get up on the bed because there's nothing else to do and just wonder
what is happening to me and why. What day is it? I probably need to get
back to work, but obviously I'm locked up for some reason.

There's a screen on the opposite wall of my cell and the Master's face
appears. "I've arranged for you to be given an indefinite leave of absence
from your employment. I'm stripping you of all freedom, all choice, all
dignity. I'm providing what I believe to be best for you, considering your
past history. I have no interest in you sexually. You are far too old and
far too plain to interest me. Nonetheless, you will soon find out that you
can still be of service to me.

You're now in a cell with a nice bed, it's because you're in a brothel. Not
too many customers are interested in an old faggot like you, but there are
some who have a taste for a seasoned cocksucker and they'll find you
acceptable at a reduced price. You are now a bdsm brothel slave. You've
been destined to be a slave all your life. Now it has become a reality.

"Whenever you're informed your services are required you will fall to the
ground immediately and grovel the way you've been trained to. Obey the
person who's paid for your services. Any disobedience or resistance will be
severely punished by strap or by cane. The steel cabinet alongside this
screen is filled with toys and implements for the client's use. You will
address all clients as Master.

"You will not speak unless given specific permission by a client, and only
as much as the client will allow. When a client is finished with you,
you'll be tended to as needed and returned to a clean cell until needed
again. Your feedings, bathing and toilet use will be provided as
needed. You will eat and drink everything that's provided. There's a Kindle
in each cell programmed with suitable reading material.

Occasional instructional films or entertainment will appear automatically
on this screen from time to time. In addition you'll be provided with a
secured laptop that only contains programs and files that you can use to do
some useful technical work appropriate to your abilities. This will keep
you occupied and will help reduce boredom. That is all for now. "

"A client will be with you soon. Get down on the floor naked, faggot, and
get ready to meet your first client as you begin your life as a my brothel
slave. You are under constant observation by myself or my associates, and
anything a client does to you has already been approved. Obviously every
time we disapprove of your attitude and obedience, you'll be suitably
punished."

Holy fucking shit! I'm both terrified and turned on. The Master has decided
how I am to live. In many ways, this brings me back to that day when I told
my father which of his options I would choose.

@@@ back then . . .

All too soon he comes back into the house and sits at the table across from
me again. "What have you decided, faggot? Which option? Answer briefly."

"Option two, Dad."

"Always address me as Sir from now on. And so, here are the terms. You may
live your life as an ordinary college student. You may come and go as you
please. You will have a limited allowance for your purposes. From time to
time you'll be ordered to report to a room I've provided for you in the
basement.

Get naked as soon as you're in there.  Obey whoever is sent for you to
service. Since you are a virgin, I've offered you to someone who's paid to
take your cherry. He'll be with you in about 45 minutes. Shower. Clean
yourself out with an enema. Then go downstairs and wait.

"Usually you'll keep your clothes on unless otherwise indicated. Some of
the men who will enjoy watching you strip naked. Others making use of you
will probably want you naked as soon as they arrive. Remember that you will
be punished for disappointing anyone. That is all I have to say to you. Go
get yourself ready for the man who's coming to fuck you. Remember what I'm
telling you: do not speak to anyone for any reason without permission."

With that, he gets up from the table, leaves the house and drives off. I'm
left there sitting in shock, although there's a lot about this that might
turn out to be a lot of fun. I'm masochistic enough to be determined to
make the best out of this.

That first encounter was more intense than even I would have fantasized
about. The guy---I'm supposed to call him Master---is about 40 years old,
well groomed, and reasonably attractive. He's actually pretty nice. When he
comes into the room he actually shakes my hand then holds my cheeks in his
hands and looks into my eyes. "If you're a good boy, I'll do what I can to
help you enjoy this and we'll both have a good time. If you're not a good,
obedient boy, things will get to be very painful for you.. Which do you
prefer? Nice, or brutal?"

"Please help me take it, Sir?" I ask with tears in my eyes. "Please?" And
that's from the heart. I want the first time to be with a nice man like
him. I'll willingly give it up for him.

"I'll do my best if you do your best, son. Kindly remove your clothing
now." He sits back in a chair and watches me strip down. I've never had to
be naked for someone as old as him. After all, I could practically be his
son. I'm still not hard after I get naked, but it's clear that he's very
hard as he comes over to me and starts checking out my nude body.

"So nice and smooth, just the way I like it," he says with a lustful grin
as he toys with my nipples then plays with my balls and my dick a
little. "Not hard," he says. "that means you're not as turned on as I
am. Par for the course for a common whore," he tells me and waves of
humiliation wash over me. I'm trying hard not to cry and he notices.

"It's okay if you cry, boy. In fact, it will remind me to be gentle with
you. I'm in no rush here. Why don't you be a good boy and kneel down and
rub your face on my pants over my obvious hardon. Get acquainted with the
cock that's going to turn you into pussy." Apparently he likes the "p"
word.

I hate that word, but it doesn't matter. I'm his slave. He plans to turn me
into pussy. I do as he says and the minute my face makes contact with his
hard dick I start wondering what it looks like and I hope he'll let me suck
it for a while. "Master, may I suck you first?" I ask.  SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The tears fly from my eyes now. His voice isn't nice now. "You were told
that you could not speak without permission. Do you really want to start
off by angering me, considering what I have the power to do to you? Answer
me, whore!"

"No Master, I'm sorry, Master." Now the tears are beginning to flow. He
puts his hand to my face and wipes his thumb in my tears then sticks it in
my mouth. "Taste your tears, boy. They look good on you." He speaks more
calmly now and I bury my face in his pants again to dry my tears. I rub my
face it along the length of his hard cock.

"Open my fly and take it out."

I can do that, trying to forget how old he is. It's just the same as when I
was with my friends in high school. They would sometimes make me take out
their cocks if they didn't want to strip all the way. It's a nice
cock. Ramrod straight. Some moisture at the end.

"Lick the head of my cock, boy. Lick it clean." I do so, but he doesn't
order me to suck him. "Stoke it with your fingers." I do so. "Nice. Good
boy. Now hold on a sec." He sits back down again and stretches out his
legs. "Pull off my boots and socks, boy." I try not to look up while I'm
doing so. The more I can get lost in my own head the better, I think.

Once his feet are bare, he says,"Use your hands. Massage my bare
feet. Spread my toes and wipe between them with your fingers, boy." Sure. I
can handle this. While I'm doing that, he pulls off his shirt. Shit, he's
got a nice chest. Soft hair. "Go ahead, boy, run your fingers through my
chest hair. Make me feel good."

This isn't bad at all. The hair is still dark. There's no grey. While I'm
doing that, he opens up his pants.

"Okay, kid. Pull my pants off. Get me naked like you." He doesn't lift a
hand to help me. Awkwardly, I do what he asked then fold the pants and lay
them aside along with his boxers. Ordinary boxers the type my Dad would
wear. Nothing sexy about them at all. (Back then the idea of underwear
being sexy hadn't taken hold yet.)

He stands up over me. His cock sticks straight out. It drips a little. "Be
a good boy and make sure you keep the head of my cock clean," he instructs
me. I kind of like it when he says "be a good boy." I think I want to be a
good boy for him, especially since he's gonna break in my ass. I want him
to be nice to me.

I wonder how much he paid to get to fuck my virgin ass. I feel myself start
to get hard when I think this.

"Reach up and toy with my balls, kid. They hold the cum I'm gonna shoot up
your ass." Ach! He had to remind me. I do what he said. His balls are
big. Bigger than mine, that's for sure. I wonder if they keep getting
bigger as we grow older. Damn! I can't help it. I really want to suck his
cock. But I know better than to ask again.

"Okay, kiddo, it's time for me to get you ready for me. Go lie on the bed
on your tummy. Take the pillow and put it under your junk, and raise your
ass as much as you can. If you're a good boy and relax, this won't hurt
hardly at all. I'll make your first fuck a good one, kid."

As frightened as I was, I knew I had lucked out with this guy. He wasn't
mean, and he was going to take his time getting me ready. So anyway, he got
up on the bed next to me and brought a jar of some kind of ointment with
him. But before he touched my ass, he began stroking me from the back of my
head down my neck and then down my back all the way to the crack in my
ass. He did this several times and instructed me to take deep breaths and
exhale as he ran his hand down my body.

I really was relaxing and he knew it. "You're going fine, boy. Very
fine. Just keep breathing like that." Then with his other hand, he started
caressing my bottom and although it felt weird—no one had ever touched
me there before—it wasn't bad. The next thing he did shocked the hell
out of me. With both his hands he spread my butt cheeks as far apart as he
could get them, exposing my hole.

"I guess I'm the first person ever to get a good look at your asshole," he
said. "It looks real nice, boy. It's gonna give pleasure to a lot of
men. But first, I'm going to give some pleasure to you." And immediately,
he drew his face near my crack and dove in with his tongue, licking at my
hole. I thought I was going to jump off the bed in shock. He stopped.
"How's that feel, boy?"

"Very weird, Master."

"Just relax again, boy. You're doing fine. I'm gonna use my tongue to give
you some pleasure back there and also help you relax even more." And with
that he started in on my hole with his tongue, licking and sucking and he
was driving me absolutely out of my mind. "This is very pleasant when a
guy's asshole is nice and clean. Pay attention to what I'm doing, boy,
because this is something you'll be expected to do yourself to give
pleasure the men who pay to use you."

Use me. Shit! That pushes all my submissive buttons, but I don't want to
admit it to him. Meanwhile, he licks and sucks me in my most private place
and I start groaning. "That's nice, boy. Now you're sounding like the whore
you're gonna be. Keep up the nice sounds." He replaced his tongue with his
finger which he'd dipped in the ointment. He ran his finger around and
around my hole and it felt like he was stretching it out some. Still felt
pretty good. I kept moaning because I realized he liked it.

He stopped for a second, then said, "Okay, boy, I'm going in. The first man
to ever enter your ass. Take a deep breath and when I say, exhale! I did
what he said, trusting him so far. He told me to exhale and as I did, I
felt his finger enter me. It didn't hurt. It just felt weird as hell. He
kept adding more ointment to his finger and was pushing it inside me more
as he moved his finger around.

I felt like I was going to take a shit. Damn, that would be
embarrassing. But then he told me, "You're doing fine, boy. Now push back
against my finger as if you were trying to take a shit. Don't worry. It
won't happen. But it will help you open more around my finger."

Damn. I was starting to sweat and he kept at it. "Is there any pain, boy?"

"No Master. It just feels weird."

"It feels weird because no one's ever done this to you before. I assure you
that you'll quickly get used to it. If you relax a bit more and keep up
your deep breathing, there should be no pain at all." I could feel him
moving around inside me and it felt again like he was stretching me some.

"Take another deep breath, he said. Same thing again. Exhale when I tell
you to." I did what he said and when he exhaled, I felt a bit more tension
back there and he stuck a second finger inside me. It hurt just a
little. "Push back, boy, push back." I did and then two fingers were inside
me and they began exploring, pulling out and entering again, more and more,
and each time he put them back inside me he stretched me more. Then he took
them out of me and told me to relax. It felt weird NOT to have them in me
now. I almost said something but then remember I wasn't allowed to without
permission.

"Get up on your knees now, boy, then bend over with your ass high in the
air." I moved as he said and hear him taking more ointment. Then he was
back at my hole again and slid in pretty easily until he inserted a third
finger. Then the stretching got really wide. "Watch the breathing,
boy. Deep breaths. Keep them up." He started fucking me with his fingers
now and each time on the way in I made sure to inhale. "That's great,
kid. You've got the breathing down. You're a natural to get fucked.

"You're gonna become real pussy for the men who buy you." Pussy? Buy me?
What the fuck? Again!!!! "Some guys are gonna refer to your hole as pussy
or even as cunt, so get used to it. As for me, I just like to call a boy's
ass what it is: whore's ass."

He takes out his fingers and wipes off his hand. "Okay, whoreboy, it's
time. Time for my to break you in. I'll go nice and easy. You just keep
concentrating on your breathing. And if it hurts, cry out so I know and
I'll go easier for a while."  He got up on the bed behind me on his knees,
leaned over and massaged my shoulders which had tensed up.

"Listen, boy, all this tension is going to cause you a lot of pain, so you
gotta let loose. The looser you are the easier this will be and you might
even start feeling good. I think you're a natural bottom. So just let me
lube up my dick and then I'm gonna enter you and claim your for myself,
faggot."

I hear rustling then a snap! I hear him inhaling deeply and I suspect it's
amyl nitrate. He brings his hand around to my nose and tells me to inhale
it deeply. This guy is awesome. He even brought the amyl because it would
really get me to open up the most I possibly can. I inhale and it hits, and
I just keep telling myself "relax and breathe, relax and breathe."

I feel something blunt at my hole and then a quick push and I fucking
scream my head off, more from fear than from anything else. It feel like
there's a battering ram ploughing its way into me. But he keeps backing off
and then pushing back in. "Unite your breath to the way I'm fucking you,
boy. You're doing fine. I'm almost all the way in."

He keeps a slow steady rhythm going and I have to admit that it feels a lot
better than I thought it would. And then at some point, it all felt like
the best sexual thing in the world and I was flying through the universe
because I wasn't alone. The man moved in on me. He keeps up the motion,
each time boring deeper within me, carving out a space for his dick in me.

I started moaning like a real whore because that's what he thinks of
me. The whole thing really got me off. This was the best! "That's what I
thought, boy. You were meant to be fucked. You feel so damn good, kid. Guys
are gonna want at your ass over and over again. You're a native born sub
bottom. Give yourself to every Alpha, Dom or Master who wants you. You do
not have the right to refuse anyone. We will be watching you."

And so that's how I lost my virginity to a man who paid my Dad for the
privilege. Before he was done with me though, he pulled out, lay on his
back and made me sit on it and control the pace. Finally I was able to get
it all the way. And dammit, I was glad!

Once that was done he made me lie on my back and spread my legs. He got
between them on his knees, picked up my legs and held them up and back and
entered me that way. He stopped talking to me and I just enjoyed what it
was feeling like for him to fuck me until at last he let out a big shout
and I could actually feel his dick pulsing as I guess he shot his load in
me.

As soon as he shot his load, he pulled out, wiped off his dick on the rag
he had with him and started getting dressed. He said nothing else to me. He
was done with me. He got what he wanted and at least I could feel grateful
to him.

It could have been so much worse, that's for sure. As soon as he left the
room I rushed to the bathroom and pushed out everything that was inside
me. I made my way upstairs. Dad was watching television.

"Before you leave for school in the morning straighten up the room down
there and change the sheets so it's fresh for the next guy. That's always
your job the morning after you get used."

"Yes, Sir," I answered, a little pissed. Still finding the most humiliating
ways to say things. "get used?" Couldn't he just have said something
innocent like `the morning after you're down there'.  I grabbed something
to drink from the fridge and headed for my room. I really needed to be
alone. Funny, isn't it? That I still needed my space even if I'm falling
for someone old. And I must confess that I had myself have a good cry
before I finally fell asleep.  @@@

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