This is a continuation of my series. i recommend you read the first 5 chapters to understand the plot. It contains elements of homosexual sex so be forewarned.
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Chad plastered what he knew was a fake smile on his face as he nodded at the grinning young man holding up and waving a two inch disk. He really wished he could tell the guy to go straight to hell. He knew full well that response would have consequences earning him several stripes across his backside. The disk was a prepaid token sold at the bar. The bearer of a token had paid to be orally serviced for twenty minutes or until he came enough to be satisfied. Unless the customer decided to give him a tip, money never exchanged hands. Few would think to give a slave a tip for doing a good job sucking a cock. Great service was expected.
Two nights ago a customer had offered him a five dollar tip to kiss his asshole. Chad barely kept himself from telling that guy to kiss HIS ass. He choked back his intended response and simply explained they were not allowed to do that for health reasons. Virtually everyone was now vaccinated for the normal STD's but e. coli could be a problem. The Rhino Horn blowjob team were not even allowed to rub a finger over the customer's anus to titillate while sucking his penis.
Chad offered his new customer his hand and led him to his cubicle on one side of the back room. The only piece of furniture there was a wide vinyl upholstered padded chair. The customer had his option to sit,stand or lay down. A small sign said, "This area is cleaned between customers." This was strictly enforced by management. The Rhino's Horn had the reputation of being a clean establishment. This was no cheap glory hole operation with sticky floors. Chad had a small tub under the chair containing his spray bottles of vinegar and a sanitizing agent and a roll of paper towels. A small trash can sat to one side. Each station also had cleansing wipes if the client's penis even hinted at not being totally clean. Often the wipes were used before and after the service.
Steve or his partner Darren were known to check the cubicles with a black light. A single sign of semen on the chair or the padded rubber floor would result in five stripes across the bare ass with a strap. Customers would laugh and cheer watching one of the 'bois' get his ass strapped. While getting strapped was fairly common, having the announced reason being a dirty cubicle was not. Darren had made it clear that if he disciplined a boi for a dirty cubicle the boi would likely be screaming in very high notes. The implication being some of the strikes would be directed across the boi's scrotum. Chad did not dare test the warning.
While some customers preferred to just open their pants to expose their penis, more elected to remove their pants altogether and hang them on a hook before sitting down. Ushering his customer inside, Chad closed the door and after accepting the token which he dropped into the box on the wall, assumed the male version of the 'present' position, hands behind the small of his back, legs spread shoulder width apart. He waited for instructions.
He did not recognize this particular customer and did not know his preferences. After his four previous days, Chad already had some repeat business. Generally, customers knew their options from word of mouth among the bar patrons or from asking a server. Some wanted a quick cum before getting on with the business of drinking and dancing. Others wanted a little more service or got a kick out of adding a little humiliation to the boy servicing him. Chad had met several customers who came twice before their time was up. Several others wanted their full time and had him continue to gently kiss and suck their cocks until the timer went off.
Another sign read, "An extra token will be charged if you spray your boi's clothing." As Bruce, another of the Rhino horn's slaves had put it, "The customer can get away with a lot. So long as they pay for it." Frequent customers knew the sign meant to strip the slave beforehand if you intended to see how much you could deposit across the slave's face. Most patrons preferred to have a nude slave suck his cock all the way through his orgasm, and then swallow.
This customer was no different than most of the others. Chad's smile did not falter at the the command, "Strip, slave!." He had hoped for a quick 'blow and go' as the others called it so he could get on with his next client, but apparently this customer wanted more. Chad quickly shed his satin vest and briefs. Under his briefs he wore a tiny posing thong. The thong was not intended to hide his penis and balls but rather to enhance the bulge in his briefs. He kept his sandals on his feet as he hung his skimpy clothing on a peg. He resumed his 'present' pose as his customer took in the sight of his hairless nudity.
Two trips to the salon for hair removal and exfoliation and the daily application of lotion the slaves gave each other ensured his skin shined. His first spray tan produced an even skin tone from head to toe. While not muscular, Chad was just lean enough that the four mornings of calisthenics and sit ups had helped him be able to keep his slight paunch in check.
The young man scooted to the front of the padded seat and gazed at the nude slave standing before him. "Knees" he commanded, smiling. Chad obeyed immediately. He knew the humiliating task was inevitable and he wanted to get on with it. The customer was enjoying himself, his chubby expanding but not quite standing erect. "Spread 'em" the client commanded, lightly tapping his sock covered foot against Chad's inner thighs. Chad spread as wide as he could and felt the foot jostle his scrotum. "No hands. Unless you want to lick my balls and taint while you tell me how much you like me." the man offered.
Chad knew his task was going to require a little more effort than usual. He found he much preferred to use his hand to rub the shaft while he sucked the tip and the front portion of his client's member. Now, not only would he have to bob his head up and down on this client's pecker, but it was likely the guy would grab his head and try to force it all down his throat and make him gag. About one in four patrons liked to do that. Those with smaller penises seemed more likely to enjoy this. Bruce had explained as "It makes the little dick guys feel like studs."
Much to the customer's amusement and Chad's anguish, his penis jumped to a full erection. Five days ago, Chad got half hard briefly from the initial humiliation of being stripped, after which his penis would almost shrink into his belly. Now he got fully aroused just from his exposure. He knew he might even begin to secrete a little pre-cum before he finished with this customer. More than once over the past afternoon and evening that had happened. When he finished with each customer he brushed away tears as he felt his masculinity slipping away. He openly cried when one customer noticed his dripping penis and said, "Aww!! Is the little boi sad he is finished so soon or because he didn't get to cum, too?" Then the customer told Chad to squeeze the pre-cum out onto his hand and lick it up. Chad knew better than to refuse. Bruce had told him conditions were far worse for male slaves elsewhere.
Bruce was the tall blonde man Chad had met when Derek first dropped him off. He was a house slave, owned by the Rhino's Horn. Bruce had a degree in business from his prior life and explained to Chad some of the intricacies of the male slave industry. He freely admitted to having been 'bisexual' even before being enslaved. "None of that matters now." Bruce said. "I am a slave. I have not even seen or touched a pussy in the past three years. The closest I have come is a female customer who comes in often. I am fairly sure she is lesbian. Well, she might be bi but I have never seen her use one of us. Female customers are rare anyway and most of those seemed to go to Gerald. Anyway the woman occasionally buys a blowjob for one of her employees. One night she opened her pants and pulled them down a bit and had me stick my nose in her crotch. She told me to take a few deep breaths to smell her arousal. Then she left to let me suck off her employee or boyfriend or whoever the the guy was she was treating that night."
Gerald was one of the bartenders but sometimes would work the blowjob booths. He was gay but looked more masculine since he was free and didn't wear makeup like the others.
