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viii.
The main room of the whorehouse was an oval that had been carved out of the volcanic stone of Emyhr untold eons ago. The dark red stone walls, rough and unfinished, pressed close in the intimate space. Torches hung in black iron sconces every few feet, casting a dull red orange glow that gave the room the look of a forgotten underworld grotto.
In the center of the oval, a big stone pit that gave the whorehouse its name had been made into the bar. Wooden stools on slightly raised stone chunks with jagged sides and smooth tops were arranged all around the bar for men who wanted to eat or drink at the bar. Delicious smells came from the back, where a cook made simple meals of stew, soup and boiled spicy flour.
Low stone tables were scattered all around, surrounded by pillows. Manacles hung from the walls for men to chain whores there and use them. A few crosses with iron manacles were spread around the stone room and altars with manacles stood between some tables, where a man could chain a boy and mount his ass while another man used the boy's mouth. An empty pleasure sling filled a display stage that opened on the alley. Three nights a week, Valak kept a whore there all night, so that passing men would stop and watch a boy getting used and be lured into The Pit.
A big hulk of a man stood by the front door, his huge, chiseled arms crossed over his thick chest. He wore an open leather vest that showed the rippling muscle beneath every time he moved. Verik was the chief of the bodyguards for The Pit. The ex-gladiator wore a sword that was bigger than most men could carry, let alone use in a fight. And he had knives and various other weapons stashed under his vest and loose trousers.
Another bodyguard, a bald man who was blacker than midnight, and looked mean enough to chew glass, stood on the far side of the whorehouse, lounging against the wall. A big knife with a white bone handle stuck out of his belt. Tequir nodded to Valak.
The whores knelt in front of the bar, listening to Valak's instructions for the night. The doors weren't open for business yet, but all the boys heard the crowd of eager men waiting outside. Some of the men came to eat and gamble in the back room. Most of them could afford a boy's mouth, but only some of them were rich enough to rent a whore's ass. The boys' only hope was that not enough men would be able to afford to rent ass tonight.
Jasari knelt beside Valak. He'd put a collar and leash on the boy, and attached the leash to his belt. The slaveboy's hands were cuffed behind his back.
“Remember,” Valak said, looking at his whores. “Eight men tonight. I'll be watching.”
“We got to take eight different men Sir?” Taj said.
“What?” Valak said.
“What if a man comes twice up our ass. Is that two times?”
Valak thought about it. “No. Eight different men. Unlimited in your mouth.
No refusals.”
The boys all nodded.
“Taj, with me. You got the first shift of sling duty.”
The boy tried to hide his anger, but Valak saw it in his eyes.
“You got a problem with that bitch?”
“Ain't it bad enough we got to take eight men? And you're giving us sling duty too?”
Jasari stared from Taj to Valak, sure that the boy whore was in for a whipping.
“You want me to chain you on an altar tonight?” Valak said.
The boy knew what that meant. Valak chained whores to the altar as “specials”, and it was free to use their mouth all night long. Men would stand in line to use Taj.
The boy opened his mouth, about to say something else, but suddenly his eyes locked on something across the room. Jasari followed his gaze and saw Diogo walk into the room. Without another word, Taj rose to his feet and went to the harness, waiting for Valak to strap him in.
“You whores ready to make me some gold tonight?” Diogo said, walking up to the boys.
The boys all nodded, keeping their eyes on Diogo's boots.
“They're each taking eight men tonight. That way they'll be grateful when we let them take four,” Valak said.
“Only tonight?” Diogo said, seeing the fear on the boys' faces.
Valak shrugged, playing along with his friend. “Up to them. If they behave, I'll be merciful and go back to four men. If they piss me off, it'll be ten men tomorrow night.”
“You whores hear that? You better start looking like you need to get fucked,” Diogo said, walking past them to the back of the whorehouse.
Jasari looked up at Valak, trying to read his face in the shifting torch light. The boy didn't think he'd really make the whores take ten men. But he wasn't sure.
“Positions,” Valak said, clapping his big hands at the kneeling whores.
The boys went to various spots around the whorehouse, waiting for men to start trickling in for the night. Jasari followed Valak to the front door where Taj waited. While Jasari watched, Taj was strapped to a leather pleasure sling, on his back, with his legs spread wide enough for a man to stand between them and use his ass. The last thing Valak did, after Taj's hands and feet were cuffed to the sling, was put a Pleasure Gag in the boy's mouth. The gag held the boy's full pink lips open in a sensual “o”, inviting any man with a hard cock to use his mouth. Men usually put in together for the harness and shared the boy between three or four of them.
“You alright?” Valak said to the boy. “Anything hurting you?”
When the boy shook his head, Valak put a double hourglass next to him, with the sand already trickling slowly from the top. “When this is up, I'll come get you.”
Taj settled back in the harness, waiting for the long night to begin.
Valak took one last look around the whorehouse, checking on the boys, then he opened the door and let in the waiting men.
ix.
The whorehouse was full of noisy men, drinking, eating and fucking. From the back room came the desperate sound of men gambling away tokens they couldn't afford. Diogo stood watch back there, making sure no drunken fights that broke out ended in a knifing.
Valak walked the floor of the whorehouse, making sure that men were happy with what they paid for. Jasari walked along behind him on his leash, his hands cuffed behind him in leather cuffs. It was well into the night and many of the whores had already taken six men up their ass. Valak stopped to watch a man use Yahsi.
The boy whore was bent over a table and the man was behind him, holding the slaveboy's hips tight, riding his ass hard. Yahsi's face was twisted into a grimace. The boy's eyes were filled with pain. He held on to the edge of the table, whimpering quietly while the man fucked him, showing him no mercy, using him like a whore.
“How come it hurts them so bad to get fucked Sir?” Jasari said.
“They're sewn up,” Valak told the boy. “It makes it more pleasing for a man to fuck a boy like that.”
“You like my whore?” Valak said, walking up to the man.
“Oh fuck yeah,” the customer said, not breaking his rhythm. “This bitch is fucking hot.”
Valak smiled and moved on, weaving slowly in and out of the tables of men, mindful of Jasari walking along behind him.
A man stopped Valak.
“How much to fuck a bitch?” he said.
“One fifty,” Valak said.
“Hundred and fifty tokens?” the man said. “What? They got gold up their asses?”
“They're cut. Kathara. You won't believe how fucking tight my whores are,” Valak said.
“How much to use their mouth?”
“Seventy five,” Valak said.
“I want the bitch on the sling,” the man said, counting out tokens.
“Go in with a friend. Two hundred for the sling bitch gets you and a friend the slaveboy's mouth and his ass.”
Jasari watched the man think it over. It was Nisha's shift on the sling. He watched while two men used the boy, one in his mouth, the other between his legs, up his ass.
“How long they got left?” the customer said.
“Their hour glass is almost done,” Valak told him.
The man raised a beefy hand and called two friends over. Two big, hulking men came. Their strongly built bodies told of the long hours they spent working the land.
“How much for the three of us with the bitch on the sling?”
“I'll make you a special deal,” Valak said and negotiated with the three men, selling them an hour and half with Nisha. His shift was nearly over, but they requested the red headed boy whore.
“They all going to use Nisha?” Jasari said, looking up at Valak when the men walked away.
“Why not? They paid me.”
Valak walked slowly between tables with the boy trailing behind him.
“You like my whorehouse, bitch?” he said to Jasari
“The men are mean to the boys, Sir,” Jasari said.
“Why?” Valak said, turning to caress the boy's soft cheek.
“They fuck them and they don't care if it hurts. They just keep going.”
“They're whores. That's what they're for. To get fucked, and suck cock and give men pleasure. Men don't care if it hurts them. Why should they? They're paying good gold to use whore ass.”
Valak walked over to the display stage and climbed the three steps that led up to the raised platform. The stage was actually a small hole in the original structure of The Pit. It had been Valak's idea to put doors to the outside on it, and make it into a display stage. Two torches burned on the stone walls, lighting the men that surrounded Nisha with a hellish orange glow.
Jasari knelt beside Valak looking up at Nisha on the sling. The three men were taking turns with the boy. The man who'd come to Valak was using Nisha's mouth. One of the other men stood between the whore's legs, using his ass. Jasari saw the tension in the boy's body, how much it hurt to take the man's cock up his ass. The third man waited, stroking his cock, watching his friends use the boy whore.
“How you men liking my bitch tonight?” Valak said.
“I never had such a sweet ass,” the man between Nisha's legs said, thrusting slowly in and out of the boy.
Valak smiled, looking out at the small crowd of men who stood in the alley, watching the men use the boy.
“That one's a slut for cock. Make sure you give it to him hard,” Valak said to the men and turned and went back down into the main whorehouse.
The men using the boy laughed, pumping their hard cocks into him, enjoying the boy's mouth and his ass.
“Do you care if it hurts them Sir?” Jasari said, kneeling at the bottom of the stone steps, looking up at Valak.
“They're whores. I take good care of them. When they're obedient, I'm merciful and I only make them take four men a night in their ass. Tonight's a punishment.”
Valak ran his fingers along the boy's ruby lips. His cock grew hard remembering how he'd used the boy.
“I liked fucking your mouth last night. You got a real hot tongue. Is that ass nice and tight for a man's cock?”
Behind them Nisha moaned in pain, while one of the men grunted in pleasure. All around them, the sound of men using whimpering boys filled the whorehouse. The boy looked at the unmistakable bulge in Valak's trousers.
“Men say my hole's real tight Sir,” the boy said softly.
“Yeah boy? Does it hurt you to get fucked?”
“Not if a man goes in slow, Sir,” Jasari said in a low, scared voice.
Looking up into Valak's dark eyes, the boy was suddenly sure that Valak wanted to take him right here, just bend him over an altar and fuck him hard.
“Sir?”
Valak turned to find Yahsi standing beside him.
“What is it bitch?”
x.
The boy slipped to his knees and looked up at Valak with pleading eyes.
“I can't Sir. Please. It hurts so bad. I had six men. I can't take two more. I can't. They all hurt me bad Sir. They fucked me real hard.”
Valak had been watching his boys all night. He knew Yahsi was telling the truth. For some reason, the men who rented him tonight had used him hard.
“Two more, no exceptions,” Valak said in a cold voice.
“I can't Sir,” the boy said. Tears filled his eyes.
“You better not cry in front of customers, bitch,” Valak said. “Or I'll take you downstairs and cane your whore ass.”
Yahsi rose quickly to his feet and retreated into the shadowy darkness of the whorehouse, wiping his cheeks before his tears showed. After he left, Jasari looked up at Valak in silence.
“What are you looking at bitch? They disobeyed me, they'll pay.”
“You're hard with them Sir,” the boy said.
“Kiss my boots,” Valak said, pushing the boy down to the floor.
The boy bent over, making his round little ass peek out from under his tunic.
Valak leaned against a stone wall, watching the crowd, watching over his boys. He reached down and ran his fingers through Jasari's hair, while the boy licked his boots. He liked having the bitch at his feet.
“You got a new whore Valak?” a man said, running his hands over Jasari's ass roughly.
The boy jumped up and pressed close to Valak's legs, looking up at him with scared eyes.
“Get your hands off my property,” Valak said through clenched teeth. “He's mine.”
Verik, who was standing close by, heard the anger in Valak's low voice. He headed for the assassin and the boy, sensing trouble.
The man saw Verik coming and backed off immediately.
“Sorry Valak,” the man said, seeing the fury in the assassin's dark eyes. “I didn't know you had a bitch,” he said in a desperate rush. “I wasn't disrespecting you. I thought he was a whore. You ain't pissed, right?”
Verik came and stood beside Valak, looking from one man to the other. Valak shook his head, waving off Verik.
“You got no trouble with me,” he said to the customer. “Your drinks are on me tonight. Tell the bar keep I said so.”
“Thanks Valak,” the man said, looking relieved. He headed for the bar, happy to escape with his life. He'd never needed an ale so badly.
Verik gave Valak a confused look, then melted into the shadows of the whorehouse. Valak cursed himself. Scaring customers was bad for business. He looked down at the boy cowering at his feet. He didn't know why he'd said the boy belonged to him, but he suddenly found himself hoping the boy was right, and Haken skipped out on them. Then he wouldn't have to give him back. The assassin was confused by these thoughts.
“How come you told him I'm yours Sir?” the boy said.
“Why ain't you kissing my boots?” Valak said to cover his confusing feelings. “No one told you to stop.”
The boy bent over again and pressed his lips to Valak's black leather boots, while the assassin watched, feeling utterly unsure of himself for the first time in his life.
The rest of the night went by in a blur for Jasari. An endless parade of men came and went, using the whores, making them moan in pain. He followed behind Valak while the assassin worked the crowd of men, making jokes about how good the whores were, negotiating deals for the boy whores and collecting gold tokens in payment for using the boys.
They ended up back at the front of the whorehouse, next to the display stage. Yahsi had the last shift on the pleasure sling. The boy lay there, bound helplessly while four men shared him. Two men were using him now, one at his mouth, the other up his ass. Both men moaned softly while they used the boy, forcing him to take their thick cocks, even though they knew he didn't want it. Behind them, their friends urged them on.
“Oh yeah, fuck that bitch, give it to him hard,” one of the men said.
“Hurry up,” another man said. He was stroking his cock, waiting his turn. “You take forever with a bitch,” he said to the man at Yahsi's mouth.
Valak walked along, making another round, stopping this time at an altar where Nisha was manacled. A big bald man built like a stone mountain, dressed in a sleeveless tunic that showed his hard, chiseled muscles had rented the whore. The slaveboy was bound helplessly on all fours, the hump of the altar lifting his round ass to the man's cock.
“You got a beautiful ass boy,” the man said, rubbing his rough hands all over the soft skin of Nisha's ass. The copper haired slaveboy moved his ass, like Valak had trained him to do, moaning softly.
“Please fuck me,” the boy said in a low, seductive voice. “I need it real bad Sir. I need a hard cock pumping into me.”
Jasari met Nisha's scared eyes and knew the boy was dreading the moment when the man took his ass.
“Yeah boy?” the customer said, pinching Nisha's pretty ass. “You need to get fucked good and hard?”
“Please Sir,” the boy whore said, moaning. “I need your cock up my ass. Fuck me Sir. Use me hard.”
Manacled to the altar on all fours, with his legs spread wide, Nisha moved his round ass, lifting it high, showing the man his pink hole.
The customer stripped out of his tunic, revealing a hard, muscled chest. Then he undid his trousers and his hard cock jutted up, thick and veined, with a fat head. Jasari knew it would be agony for Nisha to take the man's cock.
“That one's a natural born whore,” Valak said. “He can't get enough of a man fucking him and using him.”
“Yeah? Well I got all the cock a bitch needs,” the customer said.
He guided his cock to the boy's hole and grabbed Nisha's hips in a tight grip. Little by little he inched his way into the boy's tight ass. Nisha whimpered, but he knew better than to resist with Valak standing right there.
Once his cock slid all the way into the whore, the man settled into a hard rhythm, using the writhing boy's ass in long deep thrusts, groaning in pleasure. To Jasari, it seemed that the man took forever to come. The last of the hourglass sand was trickling into the bottom when the man finally clenched his teeth and sank deep into the boy, grunting as his cock spasmed and filled the boy with his come. He pulled out of Nisha, put on his trousers and tunic, and thanked Valak for a hot fuck before he went to the other side of the whorehouse to buy a drink.
Valak undid the boy's manacles. Nisha got up, wiped his face carefully so there was no sign of the tears that had leaked from his eyes. He fixed his tunic and walked off, without looking at Valak . He had to go clean himself and get ready for the next man.
Valak knew the whore was mad at him. They all were after what he'd made them do tonight. But that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that it would be a long time before one of them said no to a man again.
“How many is that boy?” Valak called after the whore.
“Seven Sir,” the boy said, refusing to look at Valak. The low tone of anger in the boy's voice was clear.
Valak had heard the half hour of eleven bells ring not too long ago. It had to be near closing time.
“You better go and get one more. It's almost closing time. Find a man and beg him to use your ass,” Valak said, knowing that was the last thing the boy wanted to do.
“Yes Sir,” the boy said, turning to go. Fury was written all over the whore's face.
Later, at the end of that long night, the whores sat at a low, round stone table with their abused asses on silk cushions. They ate the chicken and vegetable soup the cook had made for them in silence. None of the boys felt like saying anything that could be said with Valak standing a close watch over them from the bar.
Jasari sat with the boys, eating quietly.
“I'm sorry that happened to you,” he said to them softly.
“You better hope your Master comes and gets you. Or you'll be in here with us,” Nisha said.
“It wasn't fair,” Taj said. “We didn't deserve that.”
“Shut up,” Reya said in a low, tired voice. “Don't let him hear you.”
“You got something to say to me bitch? I'm right here,” Valak said softly.
None of the boys had heard Valak walk up behind them.
“Yeah,” Taj said, looking up at Valak. He was scared of their Handler, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut. “We didn't deserve that. You treated us like animals.” The boy shrugged. “Not like you care, right? You got extra gold tonight.”
“Taj, please,” Yahsi said in a low, trembly voice. “My ass hurts enough.”
Jasari looked up sharply at Valak. The boy was sure he would descend on Taj in a rage and whip him senseless. The whores held their breath, waiting for their Handler to hand down another punishment.
Valak looked at his whores' tired, drawn faces.
“Next time don't refuse a man, or it'll be ten men in one night,” Valak said, and walked away.
Taj looked around at the other boys. He saw his own look of fury and resentment mirrored on their faces. It took a great effort for the boy to resist the urge to throw his soup after Valak, bowl and all.
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