A Different Kind of Whore

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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!