It was cold that night. Though it was the of dead winter and he knew very well that it would be cold in this room. It always was. It was easy to see why. The walls were made of brick and the ground made entirely of a smooth stone tiles. The little heat in the room came from the small fireplace off to the side of the bed, too far to give him warmth and was mainly there for a more romantic setting.
Romantic. It was hardly the word to use. There was nothing romantic about what was going to happen to him, what always happened to him six nights a week. Each night was different for the sole reason each night was with someone else. No, he was wrong. One of them had him twice a week.
Mondays he didn't really care for. The one whom "owned" him that night was a handsome person. His personality was shy and embarrassed when in public, yet here and now in this cold room, he was a different person. A person who loved to use all sorts of extras, that came at a higher price for use. Things such as toys, ropes and the riding crop, his favorite item of all. No one would ever think such a man, who must be a businessman due to the fact he always wore suits when he came to be with his "Mein Miststück", as he referred to him. He didn't really need to look up the meaning of the word. No, the man had told him its meaning. Why, he believed was simply to control him. There was nothing between them. It was simply and purely his duty to make the man happy, that was it.
Tuesdays he loved the most. His "owner" that night was a caring man. Someone who seemed to truly care for him. He was not sure why the man cared for him as much as he did, but it made him happy at least one of his various "owners" even bothered to bring him clothes, food and various small gifts. Though he was a modest person and refused to accept them, his "owner" insisted upon him to do so. It seemed to make the man happy just watching him look over the gifts. He could never refuse the man his pleasure, knowing his "true owner" would punish him if he made the man unhappy. It was odd that a man like him would even be in a place such as this. He was a rich man no doubt about it, but couldn't he have anyone because of it? It was something that he had wanted to ask the man but never did, solely because he knew his place. Yet, with that one man he felt as if he were seen as an equal even if he resembled a woman in beauty despite his true age.
Wednesdays he wished never existed. It was one of the two days the cruelest "owner" he had came. His man was very large in far more ways then one. He was abusive both physically and mentally, constantly reminding him of his place. Know how large he was, he never wanted to ease the friction with lube. He claimed the "Ivan the Terrible", as he call his favorite body part, did not enjoy sticky lube. Yet, he preferred his blood? The man was a sadist. He seemed to challenge himself every time he came to "visit" him on how many bruises and cuts he can give him. For each one he paid a sum of money for, all going to the "true master". The man didn't care. He was loaded so why should he? Still, he rather refused to look forward to these nights when his "owner" or "master", as the man asked to be called, came and drank vodka as he abused him.
Thursdays were decent, though he stressed the word greatly. On these days, he was "owned" by a very masculinely-feminine man. The word he chose as right on in his opinion, though most couldn't grasp the concept of such a man. His accent would be adored by women, though he cared nothing for it. His clothes were always flashy and brightly colored. Though his favorite being blue, a reason he chose him. He was very clingy and loved to be hands on. Each "visit" he greeted him with a beautiful red rose. Something he found nice, but the man's attitude changed after a few glasses of wine when he wanted nothing more then to 'play with his dear mon cheri".
Fridays were his second "visit" from "Ivan the Terrible". Nothing different from the day of the week.
Saturdays were his "true owner's" favorite day. It was when all his "property" were displayed and auctioned off for the night. This was a way to gain more bang for his buck. By displaying each of them for their potential "owners" for the night, he is able to pit the buyers against one another until he receives far more money then a normal day. He, along with his fellow friends, were often bought for the most. Why you ask? The answer is that they are what their "true master" calls "Grade ones". These are those who suit a higher class based not only on their looks but their persona as well. They knew their place and they knew how to adapt to each man they were purchased by.
He wasn't the only Grade One. There were few but they were closer then the other grades. There were the "package deal" of the two Italian brothers Romano and Feliciano was the least popular of the Grade Ones. The other was Basch a Swiss man who was here for the same reason as he was.
He pulled a bit at the restrains that held his arms to the headboard. The rope was of poor quality and hurt his wrists. The rope was expertly tied, clearly due to the fact his owner did not want him to escape or fight back. He would never do that anyway. He felt the rough hand glide down his back and rest on his right cheek. "You're truly beautiful. your skin is getting pale, it looks so nice." the rough voice spoke to him. The hand gripped tighter on his cheek. "I don't think I'll use the lube today." he said as he assaulted his neck with violent kisses. he then moved down to his back, nuzzling the pale skin with his nose.
"Mein Master, may I speak freely?" he asked. It was what the man preferred. He was to do as he was told, speak when spoken to, answer truthfully and forever ask his permission to speak.
The man sat up and looked down at the youth before him. He was quite lovely. Tan skin didn't suit him. The pale skin went so well with his blonde hair and more so his lovely cerulean eyes. He honestly didn't want him to speak. He hated being spoken to by someone such as the child before him. Though, to day he was feeling a bit more generous due to the fact the child would have to bare the raw form tonight. "Ja, you may. What do you want Al Lee?" his voice was slightly annoyed.
"Have I displeased you?" he asked. This is what he feared the most. Displeasing his owners was met with sever consequences. Yet, the only one he cared for was the fact it meant he wouldn't be paid for that night nor the next two nights, though his true master would. He needed the money. It was the only thing that gave him the will to even work like this. The only reason he could endure the owners he had.
The older blonde was taken back by this. He had never been displeased by the child. In fact, that is why he paid the high price for a night to spend with him each week. Never had he missed one Monday in the eight months since he had purchased the child. He brushed the hair from his face, trying to slick it back. his sapphire eyes looking down at his property for the night. "Nein, you have made me very happy mein Miststück. Why do you ask?"
The child sighed with relief. A small smile formed in the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad. I'm simply a 'wife', if I can not please my 'husband' then what good am I?" he asked. He was right. Those who were in the profession, if you could call it that, were called 'wives' and their owners 'husbands'. It was their slang term, because they were taught their place and that was simply to make their 'husbands' feel good. It was all he wanted, because if he did a good job, the 'husband' may pay him more but such was a rare pleasure.
The German man moved to the table and grabbed his riding crop. He lazily ran it down his crop down the youth's back. Teasing him with things to come. "You've made me very happy mein wife." he said accidentally using his native tongue. He raised the crop and brought it down on the pale flesh of his cheek. The smaller man let out a low grown, pleasing him greatly. The soft flesh he hid behind simple white boxers starting to stir to life as he hit the child again in the same spot, causing the skin to turn a bright red. He moved the crop between his legs and gently tapped him, wanting him to raise his ass, which he did. The hole was small, just another reason he loved the child. "Tell me, what was your full name again?" he asked trying to relax the poor thing.
"Jones, my husband, Alfred F. Jones." he said knowing the man would forget it later anyway. He tensed up as he felt the handle of the crop against his entrance. Instinctively he tensed his body trying to keep the invader out. He knew it wasn't going to help him but it was all he ever did when one of his husbands tried to enter him.
"Relax yourself Alfred, you know it's going to hurt you if you don't." he didn't want to prepare him with his own fingers. It wasn't that kind of day for him.
The child nodded as he took a few deep breaths, trying desperately to relax. he was able to, though not much, just as his husband pushed the entire handle in his body. He let out a loud whimper as his body tensed once again, only making matter worse. he wanted to tell him to pull it out, but the reason behind why he was even doing this flashed before him. He remained silent, keeping his place.
The warm hands of the other touched the inside of his trembling thigh. He could feel the tremors as they passed his fingers. His cock had come to life and was now causing him pain from being trapped behind the thin fabric. He released the large throbbing cock an slowly stroke himself, teasing his body for what the boy would soon provide him with. It was the entire reason he was here. The entire reason he paid seven hundred dollars a month for the child to be his on this day. Violently, he ripped the crop from the abused hole. It earned him a moan from his wife who seemed relived although what was next would hurt far more. He placed himself at the entrance and gripped the blonde's hips. He could feel the blonde shaking as he pressed a bit of pressure on the hole. A grin twisted on his face as he thrust balls deep in the child's body with a single rough thrust.
Alfred yelped at the sudden pain subconsciously arching his back as he did. The sound he made only encouraged his husband to start moving all the sooner. It had been so long since he relied only on the blood to make the process all the easier for him. Alfred was clamping down on him, making it almost impossible for him to thrust. "Du ist...wunderbar!" he shouted happily as he was reaching his limit. He was close, so close that he began to thrust unforgivingly into the smaller body. His head was thrown back with the pleasure of the tight cavern. He didn't notice the tears in the corner of the tightly closed eyes of the younger blonde. If he did, he doubted he would even care for that or even that the rope was cutting cruelly into his wrists. With one final thrust, the German came deeply within Alfred. His vision became blurred as he rode out the orgasm as long as he could. Once it was over he collapsed on the youth, finally remembering to breath.
"Wun...der...bar!" he said through his gasping for air. Silently he ran his hand across the face of his wife. The now noticeable tears wetting his fingers. "Are you alright? I wasn't too rough was I?" he asked untying the boy's wrists.
"No, you were excellent as always." he said rubbing the red rings around his wrists. He wouldn't tell him the truth. He wouldn't dare tell him a lie either.
"Gut, because I came a little early tonight. I'll give you some time, and then we'll move on to round two." he said pulling the child onto his lap and nuzzling his neck. "What do you say?"
Alfred forced a smile trying to hide the pain he felt by being moved so soon. "I think that would be wunderbar!" he replied with a slightly off German accent.
The man blushed at how cute it was that he had tried. He kissed his neck and nipped at his lobe. "That was absolutely adorable!" he said squeezing Alfred's waist against his body. It truly was. The man was happy with his investment. He was happy with how this child had turned out toward him.
He was far better then the Italian brothers he had spent the night with. The one called Feliciano was just his type, though he didn't much care for his elder brother Romano. He had tried to send the night with Feliciano alone but they were a package. So he went to the 'selection room' where all the available wives were held. He looked at each one and spoke to some. None of them stood out much. When he was about to leave, one of them ran into him. Angered already, he gripped him by the shoulders ready to curse him out in his native tongue when the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen looked up at him. He was speechless as the child bowed to him and apologized repeatedly. It was then and there that he decided to make the blonde his wife. A truly smart investment indeed.
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It was two in the morning by the time he walked in his apartment and fell on the couch. His body was sore and aching. He just wanted to sleep, to drift off into a void of nothingness. he almost achieved it when he heard a soft voice calling him from the single bedroom in the apartment. He stood up and walked into the room with a gentle smile on his face. He looked on at the lilac eyes that stared at him. The long curled hair sticking out of his head, all but blocking the face that he shared with Alfred. He was thin and pale, mostly due to the rare sickness he had come to find he had. A sickness with no cure.
"Alfred, why did you work so late?" he asked weakly as he patted the bed.
Alfred sat down and moved a strand of hair from his lilac eyes. "I had to set up for tomorrow's large party." he lied and hated every minute of it. "I'm sorry I woke you."
"I was already awake. Alfred, you shouldn't push yourself so much. You work three jobs just to barely make ends meet with the bills. It isn't right. I don't need that at home nurse..." he was cut off but his brother's hug.
"I don't want to hear it Mattie. I'm not home and I worry about you. Even if you say no I'm still going to pay her to come anyway." he said smiling. "No buts about it."
Matthew crossed his arms. "You're not the only one that worries." he said softly as he gently touched his brother's cheek. "We live so close to that neighborhood. You know where all those people are hurt and pay for sex." he looked down. Tears started to form in his eyes. "You're all I have Alfie. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." he said.
Alfred sighed and wiped away the tears. "And you're all I have." he hugged him tightly.
"I love you Alfie."
"I love you more Mattie."