These brothel houses are all over the city now. They began as a franchise chain twenty years ago but now many companies are setting up their own versions to cash in on the popularity of them. The Harem franchise itself is expensive to enter but they house the most beautiful of male slaves that the city could offer. The buildings add to the experience, usually lavishly designed with a beautiful grandeur of a palace of yore. The tiled and mosaic floors, the carved marble interior design and the colour palette all add to the ambience.
The walls adorn mosaics and artworks of Freemen fucking slave boys in a variety of positions. Beautiful male slave boy statues made of marble have been carved into the bottom of pillars showing their physically fit forms holding the structure. Often with small carved dicklets or little cock cages. All rooms are usually stunning. It always feels as though you entered another world -- usually a beautiful Arabic, Greek or Roman palace.
The main reception area of these brothels is just as lavishly decorated as the rest of the palace. The staple for each brothel is usually a marble fountain in the centre of the lobby that has a carved statue of a muscular daddy-type pissing on two slave twinks at his feet, and I am sure you can guess where the water comes out.
The palace is yours to explore once you've checked in at reception and paid the grand charge for your stay. You can stay until midnight on the same day, after which you would need to spend another thousand to stay an added night. The bedrooms are open and free to reside in, usually the sound of fucking can be heard down the halls.
Money is no problem for me. I wrote a successful song that made me rich, and then I invested that money and got even richer. I live across the city in a penthouse apartment with three slaves that I don't fuck. If I chose to fuck them, I would, but why would I be interested in lower quality boys when I could have any of the most attractive slaves in the city at my fingertips in a Harem brothel house such as this. My slaves are attractive but not to the level as the slaves in these brothels, they're handpicked and trained to be cock-loving little faggots, since you know they were probably arrogant with their looks when they were Freemen. So, seeing their beautiful features covered in real man cum while they stay locked and still physically in their best shape is very hot to plenty of Freemen.
The first time I went this to one, I was hooked. It's been the only one I frequent when I'm at home and not travelling across the globe on holidays. I remember how beautiful it was when I first entered. The showers, pools, areas with beds and loungers all had beautiful indoor plants. There were hints of orange and lemon throughout the palace brothel from the trees they had growing in the centre of some rooms.
A main hall with beautiful music filling my ears on top of the sounds of fucking and Freemen being pleasured by slaves. Even the food tasted better in these palaces. The fruit is so succulent it melts in your mouth with the sugary and strong juicy flavours.
When I need to relax, I come here. It is just midday and I intend to stay for a while. Walking down the steps from the reception to the main hall there is a slave on a harp making a wonderful relaxing sound. A young mix race slave sat on the lap of a politician I knew. He was feeling up the boy's body. The politician's son was recently enslaved. An incredibly sad affair. Even sadder I tried to buy the new slave but he had been sold to a pony farm. Shame really. That was a boy I would like to stick my dick into and make scream.
As I come down the marble steps I see several slaves serving wine in large terracotta jugs, pouring the wine into golden chalices and goblets, the further down I go the more I feel like I've stepped back in time. No mobile devices are allowed in the brothels. One reason is to keep that feeling of past times and the other was because the men here are super rich like myself and do not want themselves to be photographed in the most intimate of positions. It is also the reasons why the establishment provides all freemen with tunics to wear on their stay, to look authentic and be a safe environment.
There were several other slaves entertaining Freemen all through this main hall. One scene that struck me was a young slave boy. He was thin with blond floppy hair that hung like a young 90s haircut around his face which was cute and hairless. He had lovely eyes when he looked over at me. I could see he was locked in chastity, like most of the slaves. Although some do not wear chastity, as they are "bulls" and are used to fuck men who like anal sex, they are also sometimes put on displays fucking the chaste slaves. Others are used as objects and ordered to show off their physically fit bodies.
The blonde boy was between the legs of a heavy-set and hairy man, sat on a day bed. The man's tunic was open. The large man looked of Middle East descent. He had his hand on the back of the boys head. I walked towards them to get a closer look. I took a goblet from a slave who asked if I would like to use its services. I ignored it, as you should ignore anything from a slaves' lips that you are not interested in.
I now could hear the Arab man speak to the slave. He spoke to the boy with no respect, calling it a faggot, slut, bitch and filthy cocksucker. He told it, and rightly so, that it was useless and pathetic. The man ordered it how to suck cock properly. He also started telling the slave how good it felt to have his cock cleaned after multiple fucks over the last few days. He asked if his cock tasted and smelt good after being musky and horny in the palace for several days. The slave nodded eagerly. The Freeman was loving the experience. Many people in the room were watching the boy degrade itself. The truth is that you do not have much choice. If you are a slave, you obey no matter. As the saying goes the only thing a slave should say when talking about sex is "more please".
The man clicked his fingers and ordered the slave to straddle him. The slave got up and straddled the big man, stretching its legs apart. It struggled at first but managed. Soon it was bouncing up and down on the mans' fuck stick. I would guess that the man was over ten inches. For such a heavy-set man it was a surprise. The man ordered the slave how to fuck itself on the man the way he liked it. He told it to lean in and the man kissed the slave deeply, with a lot of tongue. The man played with the slave's nipples as it bounced up and down on the cock. If the slave was a Freeman and gay, I doubt that he would have done this. It was both the grossest scene and the most exciting.
The man ordered the boy to turn round on his cock, whilst it was still inside. The boy obliged. He ordered it to fuck itself. Now the entire room could watch the slave's face as it worked the Freeman's cum out of his hairy musky balls.
