I had moved into my new penthouse and it felt so good, my own house! It was just the way I wanted it and I loved my view on the Mersey from my living room. Tony had moved with me, still sleeping under my bed in his cage. Our arrangement worked pretty well, he studied and worked as a suck and fuck boy and brought in proper money. Some things had happened that made me think though.
Tony was quite a good looking lad, even if I had not noticed, people around me had. He was tall, well built and his pretty face with his blonde hair and blue eyes made people check him out a lot. There had been more than one occasion where clients had wanted him to partake in taking them on. When he had done this it was reluctantly and it was obvious he was submissive instead of dominant. He cried the first time he had to humiliate or hurt a client. I also had a lot of fun when he had to pee on a man and he couldn't. I had made sure he drank a lot and we had asparagus for dinner. I told him to step on the client's chest and piss him in the mouth and face but it did not come, he couldn't. The man awaited with anticipation until this blonde hottie would empty his bladder and I started begging for it, he begged Tony to piss on him. After a while he finally succeeded and the stream smelled terrible and it took forever. The client was so happy with that.
But seeing he made between 50 and 70 pounds per client he had a lot of work to do to get the same amount for £ 500 per hour as beginning a master. He could even work up to a higher fee, my starting rate was £ 1250 pounds per hour, and it built up with 100 pounds per wish extra.
It was something I had to think about.
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Master and I moved to the new flat and I enjoyed our life there. Josie and John lived in the same block and I was free to visit them whenever Master was at college or work. I liked talking to John, he made me feel like I was a person. Work was work, I was glad to contribute and not all of it was bad. Most men just wanted me to suck them. I think in an average week I'd suck at least 25 cocks. Maybe there were about 25 men that wanted to fuck me. I could handle that, making them cum as fast as I could and being used as a cum rag.
Some men were kind and kept me for an hour, chatting, drinking and sometimes kissing. I found out I did not like that with everyone but I made do. The client was always right.
There were some kinky men, I liked that a lot.I would never have guessed it when I was growing up but being humiliated and used made me feel good. I loved going to these men and I had a couple of clients that kept asking me back. I totally loved going there.
Who I did not like was Harry. Master told me not to go to him anymore and I had started to agree with him. He always had some lads, sometimes Raf and Simon would be there, in his mansion, and he provided booze and drugs for them and he paid them to hurt me. He did not join in but he gave them orders and he wanked on it, sometimes three times an hour. I always made sure he was my last client as I needed to recover from all the pain as Harry's wishes became more extreme every time.
This night I was stomped on, kicked and beaten by five lads, Harry watching. He gave them cigars and cigarettes and told them to stub them out on me. One threw a cigarette butt on my balls and stomped it out with his sneaker, while another did the same on my chest and I passed out.They had pissed on me to wake me up and I was told I could go home. I called an Uber and it drove me home. I tried opening the door with my key and passed out again.
I came to in Master's arms, him shouting for Josie to come and help him. He yelled at her to get John who already was running up the stairs, hearing the commotion. Master carried me inside and saw the burn marks on my body where they had stubbed out the cigarettes and cigars. Josie handed me a brandy and John asked me if I was alright and I looked at Masters' eyes they were filled with fire.
I had never seen him look like that, the anger dripping from his face but the worry for me as well. He held me close saying he was sorry time after time. He told John to take over and look after me as he put on his coat.
"Where are you going?" John asked
"I'm going to kill him," He said.
"Please don't" I pleaded.
"I'll come with you," John said. "Look after him" He directed Josie.
They prepared to leave to either kill or beat Harry up. I did not want them to. It was my mistake. I should have listened to Abdel, he told me he did not want me to visit Harry anymore.
