After a heavy session in the dormitory and with the medics, I was allowed to rest a while and was assigned a stable master who would always be looking after me when I was on duty in the club servicing, or rather being serviced by, the clients.
He was a good-looking guy about my age and was also very confident. He had heard about my abilities and knew my value to his masters, and now, my masters.
After we shared the jacuzzi together, he called for an attendant to look after my needs and said he would see me later. I was resting face down on the examination table, drifting off a bit, when a young guy came in and introduced himself to me. He was very respectful and explained that I would now be one of his mares who he had to look after. He started to massage me with soothing oils and was excellent at his job. As he got closer to my lower part, I could feel his light touch between my legs, which he had spread a little wider. I felt a bit sore, and he noticed this; then I felt a finger slip inside me that was coated with a thick lubricant and started to warm up inside me, especially as now 2 fingers were inside me.
I moaned gently with pleasure, enjoying the attention he was giving me, and then he started to explain.
" This is a soothing balm that helps heal any tenderness you may have inside your love channel, and I will use it as often as is needed. I will also use it when you are on duty in the club, especially when you are placed inside one of the booths, as you will get used very frequently at a rate of about 4 men an hour." I nodded, looking confused as I felt him sliding in deeper and applying more of the balm, which was very soothing.
" The booths are like a padded cubbyhole where you are placed on your front or back and all the client’s see is a photo of you and of course what you have on offer, your legs are strapped in the up or down position, and it is quite comfortable for you but perhaps a bit impersonal, I, or the stable master can open the other door and see that you are doing fine, You will have an assigned number and the clients are encouraged to make a score of the service they have received from you, so it is essential that you use your body to make their experience more enjoyable as this will give you higher points and a higher value, many mares who perform well are not too often used in the booths and end up more in private rooms or smaller stables where they are used less times a day. "
I thought this was similar to what we had installed at the barracks and was eager to try it out.
The more points I got, the higher the chances were that I would become a stallion and only sometimes be used as a mare, so I was determined to give good service to all of my clients.
The stable master came for me and checked that all had been done that he had required. He led me down a series of rooms and corridors into a larger room where all there was were square holes about 50 x 50 cm; these were padded on the outside. I noticed a number and some photos at the top of each hole; one of them was mine! There were also leg restraints at the top and bottom of the openings. There was a small door round the back that led to the other side of the padded walls and had numbers on it as well, with 2 small double doors to gain access inside the booth. He asked me to slide in on my back; the floor and side were padded with soft leather and were quite comfortable. He closed the doors, then I felt someone pulling my legs out and felt them being raised, and Velcro straps were put on my ankles. I felt comfortable and also felt some fingers lubing me up. This was quite a novelty for me, as it meant that I could not see anyone who might be fucking me, so I started feeling my cock when the doors opened and wrist restraints I had not noticed in the dark were strapped on me. Then I realised that I was unable to play with myself but felt OK with that.
It didn't take long before my first client arrived as I felt fingers entering me and then even a tongue at my entrance, which felt nice. An average cock slid easily into me, and then it all started.
Cock after cock was put inside me. I was there perhaps 4 hours; the only distraction was the feeling of being flushed out now and again, and also there was an automatic release of poppers, which I found a great idea. There were also some large cocks put up me, which I relished, but the hardest part was actually taking the smaller ones, as I had to really concentrate on squeezing with my internal muscles. The stable master came a few times to check I was OK, but that was the only direct contact I had apart from hearing all the moaning and groaning from the clients and mares.
My cock was soaked with pre-cum, which had also soaked the padding under me. This was really "factory fucking" and I decided that I didn't like it much.
I felt my legs being released from the straps, then the door opened, and I was helped out.
I was a bit shaky on my legs, so I was told to take a seat nearby and wait for the stable master.
He came in with a clipboard and told me that I had scored reasonably well, but some clients had scored me low as I was not responding enough to their thrusts. " You will need to be placed on the fucking machine this afternoon. The dildo attachments we have recorded the strength of your contractions, so we will use various thicknesses to really work out where the problem is. I know that some cocks are better for you than others, but you have to learn to take all sizes."
He then told me I had serviced 23 cocks, which was quite a high average. I was taken to be flushed out and then taken to a smaller room where an attendant put me on my knees, arse high up, and I was strapped down.
Behind me, I saw a large square box with a piston coming out. " This is our fucking trainer. I will start with some dildos I feel you can take. If the light in front of you stays green, then your contractions are good; amber is average, and red is not good. The object of this training is to see you in a situation when it is mostly always green, but first I will fuck you myself to assess you."
He dropped his shorts in front of me, and I got the first sight of his lovely cock. It was about 8" thick with a beautiful curve. He went behind me, and I felt him lube me up generously. " OK, you know what to do. I will slide in all the way in one steady thrust right to the hilt, then I will keep still, and I want you to clench your internal muscles around my cock." He did as promised, and his cock was just touching my prostate. I tried to thrust back at him to get him in me further, but he slapped my arse and told me to keep still. I got the message and started clenching him as he was murmuring encouragement and giving me orders. He slowly pulled out, asking me to keep clenching. When his glans was just inside my sphincter, he asked me to grip him hard, which I did. He seemed happy and pulled out entirely.
I felt disappointed and heard him fitting what I presumed was a dildo onto the piston. He adjusted the level and height and placed it just at the tip of my anus.
It was then switched on and slowly started penetrating me.
" There are numerous different programs, and I have selected the clenching exercise one. As you clench well, you will be rewarded with an automatic dose of lube. Presently, it is lightly lubed, but the lube will only be effective for 10 minutes, so you better get clenching if you know what's good for you." He gave me a vial of poppers, which I was grateful for, and left the room.
As the dildo was fucking me, it varied in speed and strength of thrusts. I kept my eye on the lights, and the green stayed on most of the time. When the machine settled into a slow, predictable rhythm, the amber came on the red! I started clenching as hard as I could, but it stubbornly stayed on amber, and no lube was injected. The dildo started to dry up, so I took a huge hit of poppers and clenched and thrust back onto the dildo and was rewarded with a squirt of lube. I must make sure to keep it up.
Then the attendant came in and changed the dildo. I found out it was bigger than the first one and felt the familiar nudging at my entrance. It seemed that the program had been changed, as the thrusts were firmer and deeper, which I enjoyed.
In the end, I had been fucked by 3 different-sized dildos over 3 hours and was worn out. The attendant came in and stopped the machine, then downloaded all the data it had provided.
I kept quiet while he was reviewing the information.
" OK the data has been interpreted that in the end you are better built to take large cocks; you can cope with smaller ones, but you need to concentrate on your clenching of these, as we cannot differentiate one from the other, but all in all, your fucking skills are superb; just bear in mind that the smaller ones need attention too. I am going to recommend that you be fitted at sleeping times with an average dildo inserted inside you that sends a pulse we can regulate, and every time you feel that pulse, even in your sleep, your body will be prompted to clench your internal love muscles. That should solve the problem. It is due to the usage you have had, and your internal muscles need to be toned up."
After the 4 days in the fuck booths, I realised that this is how I could end up for a very long time. So I got a message through to the consul with the help of the stable master, and my first new client was none other than Jean Luc, who had been ordered to come and see me. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement!
"The consul has been getting regular reports about you, Rob, but also he is most disappointed that the brothel masters have not been true to their word."
He started telling me that the sheik and his sons had grown tired of waiting to get me and had found a replacement.
This news hit me hard.
"The consul has not agreed to selling you to this brothel outright, and has sent me with a detachment to bring you back to the army camp." Jean Luc explained.
I was ecstatic!
(This is the end of this series and a new one is being prepared, I hope you have enjoyed it as much I have to write it, Any comment or suggestions will be responded to. Rob)
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