Becoming, Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Becoming, Ch. 02

"... not pretty enough to actually pick up clients, o' course but we all gots to start somewhere haven't we? Won't make as much coin in here, but it's regular business and if you're good at it, the boys might tip you, oh yes they might..."

Scott was still whirring, his mind a haze of thoughts and sounds and drunkenness. He began to realise that his testicles had aserious ache in them, and something warm and wet was running down the inside of his right thigh.

Muzzily, he looked down and saw a rivulet of translucent liquid casually running down toward his knee, and realised Bobby's cum was leaking out of his ass. How had he seen that so easily? Oh right. His pants were gone. Soft, wide hands gently pushed him into the booth. There was a sound like wood sliding against wood, and when Scott turned around he found he'd been enclosed in the booth. There was just enough room to bend over or kneel.

In each of the four walls, there were fist-sized holes the rims of which had been padded with some sort of vinyl cushioning.

He began to realise what was happening. His brain began to click, even against the fog of the whiskey. "This... this is a glory hole."

"Suren it's a glory hole. Haven't you been listening? Oh, bit new, bit new I suppose, hard to keep track of all that's going on and it's been such a long night I understand. Yes, this is how you pay us, oh yes. We're keepin' track, you know. Two pills, two double whiskeys, plus twelve ounces just recently there ...

... with the funnel. A blowjob from our star attraction. A good seeing-to by Bob although that might've been on the house judging by the state of you, and then o'course you did bet everything that you are. You'll have to buy yourself back eventually, naturally, property laws being what they are and assumin' you wanna leave this place at some point--not everybody does, mind you, not everybody does--but this is one way to make money here, isn't it?"

Scott's mind rebelled. He did not want to give blowjobs. That wasgay, the word echoing a bit ridiculously against the memory of having Bob's big black cock pushing him to orgasm just a half hour ago--and the fact that he blushed with desire and shame over it.

Okay, but the pleasure in his ass... how had he been supposed to know that you could get that? That his ass coulddo that for him? It was mutual, though. Scott felt himself trying to grab on to something, justify it. He wasn'tgay... it's not like he found men attractive, but cock... well, cock was another thing, right? It just happened to beattached to a man. Taking cock wasfine, he supposed, but giving a blowjob? That was just... servile.That was gay.

The large woman--Emma?--was doing something. His wrists and ankles felt heavier. Something had been fastened around them.

"Sure'n it's gonna feel like you're bein' forced--and you are, of course you are--but remember, you did sign yourself away, didn't you? Of course you did, oh ofcourse you did, yes!"

There was the ...