Chapter Text
Working in a brothel in a lawless district isn’t easy work, not at all.
“Oh dear, not again.”
Today again Master walks into the room after the customer leaves, only to see that they didn’t exactly clean up after they’ve left.
Well of course, guests aren’t required to… but they could at least untie him.
“Viddie, are you awake?” Master called out, receiving no reply.
The man was strapped to an array of chains and ropes, suspending him in quite an uncompromising position, one leg hiked up forward while the other bent inward. A gag pulled over his mouth, a cage locked over his erect member and an array of toys shoved into his back door.
“They could certainly treat our prized product better than this.”
The smell was atrocious, not any more tasteless than the splash of confusing liquid spilled all over him, mostly upon his privates.
He was unconscious, barely even stirring as Master retrieved a chair to unlock the latches.
Master’s uniform was a little more than a nurse’s, a little suitlike, white and simple and complete with gloves.
Master hummed a mellow tune as he slowly unlatched every chain, inspecting the state of the new bruises and wounds with nonchalance. Unlocking the cock cage with the master key, he leaned Viddie’s body upon his before taking out the toys from his entrance, one after another, systematically setting them aside.
Viddie stirred then, groaning weakly, clutching instinctively upon Master as the intrusions were removed. His arms came up around Master’s back, clenching at the uniform, his head burying into the man’s shoulder as he stifled his whimpers.
Master continued working, unhindered.
Slowly, Master inspected his spine, tracing the bone down with a gloved finger, earning a soft hiss and a clear tremble. He moved on to the waist, inspecting the pelvis, checking for any displaced bones. Then, the stomach.
“Did the customer come inside?”
Viddie shakily nodded.
“Anything else?”
Viddie took a shaky breath before he admitted, “toys. Still inside,” his voice was a little more than a whisper, “He threw the remote somewhere. I—”
He trailed off, but Master gathered the rest.
“You want to relieve yourself. I understand,” he said. “Would you prefer I retrieve the device first, or would you like me to leave you?”
Viddie shook his head desperately, then clarified, “help. Need…”
That was rather vague.
A gloved hand enclosed around Viddie’s erection, and a sharp keen tore its way out of his throat. Another hand snaked up to his back, before testingly, the gloved appendages pushed through the entrance, earning an oversensitive keen.
The fingers clawed into Master’s back as Viddie squirmed in protest.
“Please stay still,” Master urged. “You will be uncomfortable if I leave it in there after you climax. So I will take them out before you do. It seems to be inserted quite unnaturally deeply, so forgive me if this is uncomfortable.”
Viddie bit his bottom lip.
The fingers curled in, forcefully, roughly, deeply, too deep, and Master continued to thrust his way in with no regard for Viddie’s comfort, eager to get through this part of the deed as soon as possible to grant Viddie some ease from the constant assault.
“Ah, I found it.”
Master’s finger’s twist painfully into Viddie’s prostate, and Viddie gasped, tensing tightly in agony. Master pushes further in, trying to get a grasp of the object, and Viddie thinks there are way too many fingers in him. He can’t breathe. Not even every shake of his nerves pulse through his whole body like a burning wave of desire.
He just wants it to end.
Master caught the object, fucking finally— vibrating violently as it was. The few fingers wrapped around its motions were a moment of reprieve, and Viddie, tears through his eyes as he writhes in Master’s lap, was almost delighted it was over.
And then Master ripped it all the way out, and Viddie screamed .
“Ah, sorry,” Master said, when Viddie cummed in unwilling, instinctive spurts, grappling his arms so tightly around Master it’s a desperate, agonised clutch. His eyes were blown wide, his mouth hung open, and for a long moment, the sobs that wracked through his body couldn’t ease. “But I got it out.”
Viddie shoved himself desperately off of Master, but he stumbled, failed to catch himself, and collapsed on the floor.
“The bath is prepared,” Master told him. “Your next session is in an hour. We must make haste or we won't be in time.”
Viddie tried his best to catch his breath but he knew the worst was yet to come.
The water filled his stomach for the third time and he sobbed, pathetically.
Forced against the wall, bent down ass out, he held his breath as Master inspected his stomach. The hose was removed, and Master shoved a scrubber inside the entrance, its plastic, textured grooves scraping against his anal walls as Master thrusted it repeatedly, in and out, eager to make it as clean as possible for the next customer.
The noises that came out of his throat were noises he never thought capable of.
“Please stand still,” Master chided, holding an asscheek open as he shoved the brush in again, accidentally stabbing right into the prostate. “This must be cleaned well.”
Please be gentler, he would beg, but he knew it was useless. Please go slower. Please, it hurts. But he knew he had no right to make those complaints.
He was a toy. He was lucky he was getting cleaned at all.
Master twists the brush around cranking it a round. And another. And another.
Viddie was going to lose it. His eyes rolled back, his face pressed tightly against the cold marble walls and he desperately, desperately pleaded for escape. But nothing but cold marble met him.
Master finally removed the brush, but the hose replaced it, filling Viddie’s anal crevice with that painful liquid once again.
“Please hold it,” Master urged, and then, he shoved a plug in his back, simultaneously squeezing down on Viddie’s stomach.
Viddie howled, reaching back to grasp at Master’s gloved hands, but they were firm. He knew begging wouldn’t work, not when Master was in a rush.
Master screwed the plug in, it was a stopper, the one inflated at the start and jagged near the middle before shrinking down, so Viddie couldn’t even try to push it out. He cried in protest, but Master didn’t let up.
“Alright, that’s it,” he said.
Master stands up and leaves the bathroom, closing the door. He will proceed to clean the room, making it presentable for the next guest.
Viddie squeezed his eyes shut. He was led into the bathtub, soaked into the warm, soothing liquid— but he couldn’t relax. Not with the bloated stomach, not with the plug, not with the gas now filling the chamber, easing the pain in his limbs, dulling his senses, and inflating the desire, desire, desire .
He slumped back against the marble bathtub, skin flushed, erection growing, and squirming uncomfortable, eager for release.
He needed to escape. He needed to be free.
But not yet. The gas, the drug, it keeps him coming back for more. He’ll die without it. Not literally, but quite literally.
Master comes in and Viddie crawled all over him, begging.
“I want,” he pleaded, “want to cum. Want to let it out. Want your dick in me please… please… Master? Just. Just a bit. I need to. Need to cum, I’ll do anything. Anything for you, master.”
Master sighed.
“Your master is the next customer that walks in,” he said, sighing amusedly with a resigned smile as he shifts Viddie’s weakened body over his lap, reaching down to the plug, before popping it right out.
Viddie moaned, loud and unabashed, as he expelled the last of the liquid.
He was finally clean.
But he’s not satisfied. He needs more. He needs more. He needs to be fucked, he wants to, has to— he needs something, anything.
Master lifted him easily, placing him on a towel, wiping him dry. Every touch of the rough fabric made him squirm, made him crave, made him lose his mind.
Viddie is deposited on the contraptions, arms bound against the ceiling, both legs lifted wide and apart, spread as far as they would go. He panting, face flushed and full of desire, his mind boggled with need.
“Master, please,” he begged again.
“Be good now,” Master reminded him.
“I’ll be good,” he corrected himself, struggling against the bonds, “please.”
Master nodded. Viddie is all prepared and ready to be taken by the next customer, and Master bows slightly before leaving.
The door closes and Viddie is plunged into darkness.