NSFW starter - a bit of bat beginnings to start
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Anthony had belonged to The Community for the last 6 months, and involved with one staff 3 months before that. He wished he could say his being brought here was atypical, but it was not. At the age of 17, he'd come out to his parents as gay. He had hoped with the change in times that they would be more agreeable. His mother had sobbed, and his father had been disgusted by him. His older sister, despite her claims to support him, couldn't do much for him. He fled from the town to the city and ended up getting a job as a barista. He'd dressed more and more in ways that made him comfortable, growing out his blonde hair, being more effeminate and making it know he preferred the same sex. Sometimes it was a chore to deal with the harassment but other times he found the attention pleasing.
At 18, he found himself tangled up with a married man who liked keeping him as a little secret. Many nights were spent in hotels, cars, and before he knew it, his boyfriend of 6 months was bringing others into play. Those others, at first, were kind in their own way... and then, rougher. What Anthony didn't realize was that he was being prepared for his initiation into the Community.
A rather frantic night filled with so much cock he couldn't count, he'd been taken to an upscale brothel, his freedom removed, and all the assets he'd manage to obtained, stripped from him. He was given a choice to work his way back into freedom through bringing in clients, who would pay off debts he wasn't aware he'd accumulated. It was too much for the man of 20 years old, and so he often found himself brought into upscale clients due to his natural beauty. Tonight was one of the few times he'd been brought into somewhere so open and exposed.
He lays in a
vulnerable position behind glass, gilded in gold around where his backside and cock hang for stimulation. He's adorned in silks; leggings and a collar, with the faux naming of the 2nd Prince - Aelius, the name of Sunshine. It's still early, and so his backside is bare, not having the touch of anyone this evening.
A couple comes before him, a man who's beautiful like himself next to someone whom he'd not seen before. The man smile at him, looking amused. Aelius is used to cruel smiles and hunger, but the distain of the partner makes him smile. He wonders ideally if that man knows his fate might be the same as his.
A hand reaches out, grasping at his cock, stroking him into hardening. Aelius gasps, his brown eyes hazing, laying back into the blue and gold silk pillow below his head. He looks at the patron with lidded eyes, his gaze captivated by the moment of pleasure given, his hands sliding up to show of his lithe form, bits of bruising hidden behind fabric here and there, hungry for any form of kindness.