A Jock's Fall

Life continued on for a few months later. To Troy there was no other option. He was enslaved. The permanence of that was drilled into him. 

Ironically Martin's visit had stirred some old fantasies of escape and revenge. This reminder from his old life...when he was the alpha male... 

So he lay on his cot, trying to plot an escape for nights on end.... but every idea that seemed promising was dashed. The truth was? He had no idea where he was. He might suspect he was in the vicinity of his hometown. After all Martin had found him. But no one else did. Surely if this was where he grew up there'd be an unending parade of people from his past life to continue his humiliation. But there wasn't. Just people he never knew.

Well he knew them now! Every day he and the other slave boys, naked save for their collars, cockcages, and body glitter preened and whored around the club. He got to know regulars and they got to know him. 

"Troy boy!" Bill proclaimed. Bill was a man in his 40s, physically fit if a bit older. And he'd come to like Troy. 

Troy smiled, two marks on his pec, relatively unused. 

"Hey Bill Sir!" he tried to keep the pleasant act up, and he immediately wrapped his arms around him.

"Two marks? Busy boy!"

Troy blushed. His own sexual exploitation just a regular thing. That was what was disheartening. Bill treated him kindly enough. But he was never going to help him get free. Troy though, he knew what was wanted and wrapped his bare leg around Bill's

"Horny? Yea you are. Got your cock all locked up. Three years?

"Yeah... yeah Sir"

"Good!" Bill smirked. 

"I knew who you used to be. It's really fucking hot seeing a stud broken and tamed like that. No more pussy for you eh Troy boy?" he added as he squeezed his ass. 

Troy felt crestfallen and lowered his gaze.

"No Sir not for me."

"Come on, I want a dance."

Troy smiled meekly and followed Bill to one of the unused stages. He hated this deep down. In some ways it was more degrading than the fucking. But as the music played and Bill sat down Troy did what he had to do. He got his naked ass up onto the platform and danced.... he cried softly too. Knowing that he should be a strip club with his friends, watching girls shake their bodies for them but here he was... his powerful jock body reduced to an object. 

He shook his torso as he swung from the pole shamelessly shaking his hips and chest and caged crotch. 

As Troy danced Bill leaned back in the comfortable chair, stroking his cock under his expensive suit pants, shamelessly as the young man enslaved for his pleasure debased himself. Troy knew the routine and danced around the pole when he caught the sight of three other suited figures approaching. They all sat in the chairs next to Bill and began to talk. 

Troy knew they were business partners of Bill's but what they did exactly he didn't know. His place was to serve, please, and entertain. Not have any interest in the affairs of real men. A life that was stolen from him... 

A few of the newcomers whistled at him and he smiled back but before long none of them paid him any mind as they talked amongst themselves. Yet Troy didn't stop. He knew he was expected to dance even if he wasn't the focus of attention. Like a bobble or ornament, a pretty thing to exist in the background.

He slithered down the pole to a crouching position when one of the men snapped at him. 

"Boy... um... what's your name?"

"Troy Sir" Troy said as he slid into a wide thighed kneel on the stage.

"Pft" the man replied. 

"That's a free man's name isn't it? You're no free man are you boy slut?" 

Troy blushed but looked to Bill for a moment. Hoping he might stick up for him but Bill just smirked. 

"No not a free man Sir" Troy replied softly. 

"Hmm what about Blondie?" another of the men chimed in. 

"Boy has a good head of blond hair."

"I like it!" Bill chuckled. 

"What do you think boy? Like the new name?"

Troy might have been indignant but the past three years had ground away any sense of pride and willingness to fight back.... so he just whimpered. 

"Yes Sir."

"Blondie!" the man who stopped his dance barked. 

"My cock needs to be sucked. 

Troy... Blondie... crawled off the stage... even through his degradation he tried to appear eager for his own sake. He knelt between the man's knees, freed his cock from his designer suit pants, and began to suck. The man returned the gesture with a gentle ruffling of his hair. 

"It's a good name for him. Simple. Easy to remember."

"Absolutely. Fitting for these sorts."

The voices washed over him as he sucked. Talking about him like he was an animal. A thing. He used to be the pride of his school. The guy every guy wanted to be and every girl wanted to fuck... but here.... why him? Why did he have to end up here?

He was brought out of his thoughts by a tap to the side of his head, a signal that he needed to slow down. Again the voices washed over him. Business details. Inside jokes. Things that as a naked slave boy he'd never have a chance to be part of.... his life was this. Just this. 

Before he knew it his "client" had emptied his load in his throat and he gulped hard to swallow. He'd been trained vigorously and he knew what happened if he didn't get as much as he could- and he had no interest in his balls being zapped. 

When he'd finished the man yanked him back by his hair. 

"Good boy!" 

Blondie gasped as his heart raced and then Bill clapped once. 

"Drinks boy. Round of whiskies."

Blondie.... he desperately didn't want to think of himself like that, his given name was all he had left.... stood and offered a soft "yes Sir" as he went to fetch the drinks. 

"So Bill says you've been locked for three years Blondie?" one of the men asked.

"Yes Sir."

"God it must be frustrating. Tell us."

Blondie had finished serving the drinks and knelt before the four men... and looked up nervously.

"Don't worry boy you can speak truthfully," Bill said reassuringly. 

"I... it's torture Sirs," Blondie said softly. He hoped maybe it would illicit some sympathy but no. They all smiled satisfactorily. 

"I have this itch. This need but I can't relieve it. It drives me crazy. Every moment is like I'm horny and I can't do anything about it."

"Good," Bill said with a nod. 

"Look at you. You're a sexy piece of boy meat. You should be sexually

frustrated. Gives your skin a good glow. Gives your face that desperate look that's so cute. Thank us Blondie, for giving you this life and making you so sexy." 

Blondie...Troy... just lowerred his head. 

"Thank you Sirs... for giving me this life and making me a sexy boy butch." 

He'd thanked them. For taking his life away. For making him a slave. 

"Anyway Blondie," Bill continued, "this concerns you. I'm renting you. From the club. For the next three months."

"What? Sir? You serious?" 

Troy's heart leapt. Through all the degradation, all the humiliation... just getting out of this club seemed like liberation. He even entertained the thought of being sold to Bill. Yes. He treated him like a thing... but he was kinder than most. Maybe... maybe this could be the first step towards that? 

"I'll be a good boy! So good I'll do anything and..."

"Look how eager he is!" one of Bill's friends chuckled as he reached out to ruffle Blondie's hair. 

"Good boy! Let's see him thank you Bill!"

"Yeah I think so. 21 years old and all locked up? You must have a lot of pent up energy" Bill mused. 

"Hump my leg."

Troy... Blondie... obeyed. Eagerly. He wanted to show his eagerness and obedience. His tortured soft cock trapped in a cage, pressed against the fine material of Bill's pants leg. He jumped eagerly desperate for release he knew would never come.... but doing this... exercising his degradation and willingly debasing himself... it was worth it if...

"Good boy," Bill chuckled at the 21 year old jock boy reduced to humping his leg like a puppy. 

"You'll make a great slave for my intern, Martin Sinclair."

And at that... the color drained from Troy... er... Blondie's face.