A hard knock on the door wakes me out of my state of fear. A heard a lot of men coming, urinating, and leaving the toilet room and stopped listening. I was just sitting, waiting, and fearing what would come next. Will the master return and tell me that I passed the exam and reward me for being a good boy? Or that I failed and return my stuff. Or am I left to be found by the cleaning staff of the hotel? Humiliated and robbed of my money, phone, and dignity. Maybe the man is now swiping my apartment. I stopped thinking; I was just waiting like a slave in his cage.
"I know you are there, bitch. Open the dammed lock. Face to the wall." This was another man, another accent. Not the sophisticated, soft tone of the Japanese man who put me here. This was more like a docker telling his dog to sit. I hesitated but at another loud knock on the door I did what was told. I surrendered. He entered. Closed the door and put the plastic bag with my belongings on the floor between my legs.
"I paid ten quid for it. And was told that you will please me to get it." I felt a strong hand grabbing my soft cock when he said it. The other hand reached my head, pulled it back.
"No tricks or I will beat you and leave with it. Turn around."
The man was not only talking like a dockhand he was also looking like it. He was round fifty, more than a hundred kilo with a fat belly and at least one head longer than me. Not a man you want to fight with. Or have sex with. Or even kiss or touch him. A faint smell of old sweat filled the small box and he grinned at me from above.
"Get down and do your job."
I went on my knees. Touched the bult in his pants. I opened the zipper to see an old white fashion, large underpants. Smelly with yellow stains on it. With my tongue I licked it and it tasted like more. I took his cock out and sucked it. This was not my first one, but it was so different. This was not the normal play of two man pleasing each other and having sex together. This was not mutual pleasure. No this was me, the twenty-four young well build boy, sitting on the toilet floor doing what his master told him. I was slowly becoming the toy he wanted me to be.
He is not even here, still he makes me sucking this smelly old cock of a stranger. And it is only the first round of my exam. I take him fully in my mouth, my tongue doing its work and notice that the man is getting there. He put his hands behind my head and force it all the way. He groans as his load explode against my throat. For the first time in my life, I performed a blow job, not for pleasure but just because I am told to do. And some one paid ten euro for it. Which is an insult, a hooker in the red light district would ask at least fifty. And she would get a part of the money not the master or hooker. I was used and I liked it. Not paid for my dirty job,
The man pets me on the head like I am his dog and leaves the boot. I get dressed, all my stuff is in the bag, my phone and wallet, and leave the toilet. The Hotel seems another place now, luxury. People in the lobby look at me even more than they did when I entered. It feels like they can see what I did and that I liked it. I step in the bar and order a large beer. The first large gulp fills my throat and washes the smelly sperm away. It tastes like heaven, and I order a new one.
"Is everything good, sir?" Said the waiter as he put peanuts next to my glass. I look up in the brown eyes of a beautiful boy. White shirt, black bow, and a large professional smile.
