G127 made its way up the staircase to begin its afternoon rounds. It was laundry day. The sheets on the beds, most of which were impossibly stained with body fluids and worse over the years, had to be collected and laundered before the clients returned. Most of the workers had wadded up the base sheet and pillowcase, the only things that covered the beds, along with some thin, worn towels, and placed them outside their rooms. However, there was nothing outside of room three.
The slave knocked gently on the wooden door before entering. "Hog?"
As G127 walked into the room, it saw the afternoon light spilling through the dark but thin curtains that covered the only window. On the bed, Hog was asleep, on his back with his legs spread, his massive testicles resting on the bed, the thick shaft of his cock lying over them.
There were scratches down both sides of his body. A fresh bruise was evident on both ankles, likely because his legs had been pinned back as he was fucked by a client. His chest showed bite marks and evidence of a burn from a cigarette. His beard had not been trimmed in some time, and it was wiry and unkept. His face was pale and looked gaunt. Dark circles were under his eyes, and he breathed unevenly.
"Geezus," G127 said under its breath.
The noise was enough to make Hog stir, and the large man twisted his neck and opened his eyes. He blinked twice before looking over at the slave. It took several seconds for recognition to kick in.
"Oh, hey, Buddy," he said, trying to smile. "What time is it?"
"Two in the afternoon," G127 replied. "I am sorry to wake you, but it is laundry day."
"Oh, yeah," Hog replied as he forced his body upward and moved to swing his massive feet over the side of the bed.
G127 noticed a large amount of precum spurt out of the tip of his cock, which slowly dripped onto the floor below, forming thin lines that danced in the available light of the room. Hog paid no attention. He just grabbed his pipe, lit the end, and took a long drag, releasing the potent smoke back into the room above him. When he finally looked back at the slave, he twisted his head.
"What?"
"Laundry day, Sir," G127 said again.
"Oh, yeah," Hog replied as he pulled himself to his feet, pulled the sheet off the bed, and yanked the slip off, leaving the yellow-stained pillow and mattress behind, which he then sat back upon.
"Here you go," Hog replied, holding out the linens.
G127 approached them. As it did so, it could detect the strong musk coming from the man. Its nose twitched involuntarily, and Hog chuckled as he puffed another hit of marijuana.
"I must smell rank, huh?" Hog said as he lifted his head and sniffed his pits. He immediately shook his head quickly and put his arm down. "Yeah. I am ripe."
"Might want to hit the shower before the clients get here," G127 replied.
Hog nodded and put the pipe on the table. "Yeah. It has been a few days."
G127 paused and stared at him a moment too long.
"What is it?" Hog asked.
"Your body," G127 said as it pointed.
"My body?" Hog said as he looked down and then noticed the scratches, bruises, and burns. "Oh, you mean this stuff?"
"Yeah," G127 replied. "Do you need something?"
"Nah," Hog replied. "Just had a few aggressive clients last night. Had an overly energetic pair. One was fucking me hard while the other scratched and treated me like an ashtray. I think he burnt my tongue with his cigarette too."
"Doesn't it bother you?" G127 asked.
Hog shrugged as he leaned over and collected a dose of his drug from the side table. "Listen, Buddy." Hog pressed the drug into his port and pushed the plunger. "I am a sex worker."
G127 watched as the drug instantly took effect. Hog's body shivered, and his eyes rolled back momentarily.
"Fuck yeah," Hog groaned as he tossed the injector back on the table and then looked at the slave again. "I need this drug. It is the only thing keeping me sane. If it means I am used and abused to get it... Well, that is the price I pay."
Hog took another hit of his pipe and blew the smoke into the air as he rode the high of the drug.
"I wish you knew what it was like," Hog replied. "For twenty years, I lived on this stuff. Not as much as I take now, but enough. It turned this..." Hog gestured to his oversized genitalia. "It turned this into something that could be milked for profit. I was a farm animal, and when my contract was up, this thing still needed it. It controls me now. I have to feed it. It hurts if I don't feed it."
"You know you are talking about your cock and balls like a living thing," G127 replied.
Hog laughed. "In a way, it is."
He scooted back on the bed and pulled one leg up on the mattress, letting his balls rest instead of dangle.
"It is my evil twin now," Hog continued as he looked down at his balls. "It is the thing that drives me. I know every dose of that drug is leading me down a path to a point where I will be impotent. And when that happens..."
"They will cut you off," G127 said. "They won't have use of you anymore."
Hog nodded and looked back at the slave. There was a sadness in his eyes... a vacant expression that seemed dark and foreboding.
"And that will be the end of me," Hog replied. "I can't live without this drug. I can't live without my balls. Our fates are intertwined."
G127 put the sheets on the floor and approached the man, gently touching his leg. "But, what if they don't have to be?"
Hog chuckled. "What do you mean?"
"There are treatments," G127 started.
Hog shook his head and pushed the slave back. "Nah, man. Those take weeks... months to work. I tried that road. It is not for me."
"Hog," G127 replied. "I don't want you to do this to yourself."
Hog turned and looked at the slave. It was the first time that G127 had ever used his real name before. He could see the sympathy in the slave's eyes. There was a depth of emotion there.
"Why do you care?" Hog asked.
G127 took a long sigh. "Hog, I am a convicted criminal. I dealt in drugs, prostitution, and much worse. I know what this shit does."
"Yeah?" Hog asked as he smoked again.
"Yes," G127 said as he put his hand on Hog's arm this time, pulling the pipe down. "And I've seen how you have changed just in the short time I have been here. Your body is getting used up. You don't have to live like this."
Hog pushed the slave away again and growled. "Just go."
G127 nodded and bent down to pick up the sheets. It paused a moment before turning to leave.
"Wait," Hog said as the slave grabbed the doorknob. "I'm sorry."
The slave turned to look at him.
"I can help," G127 said softly.
"How?" Hog replied. "How can you help?"
"There are other ways," G127 replied. "They aren't safe. But there are other ways to detox."
Hog stared at him a moment before responding.
"Why do you care, man?" Hog asked.
"Just think about it, okay?" G127 replied. "If you ever want to talk about it..."
Hog shook his head. "Okay, Buddy. I appreciate it."
G127 smiled.
"Thanks for caring," Hog replied. "I forgot what that was like."
***
As night fell, Hog prepared himself for his next client. He had served four so far. One wanted to be fucked, one wanted to fuck him, leaving his ass still filled with cum, and the third wanted a role-play encounter where Hog acted like a pony and was ridden around the room.
All in all, it had been a typical night. There were very few rules at the brothel. If the workers wanted to be fed and get their fix, they had to satisfy their clients' every whim. Hog had been lucky so far. Some workers bore the scars of more violent encounters, but his next visitor would test his limits like never before.
Hog was sitting on his bed, having given himself a shot of his cloudy drug, feeling it revitalize his body, if only momentarily, when his door opened. Looking up, he saw in the threshold a dark and foreboding character. The man staring at him was nearly six feet tall and was wearing a dark pair of jeans, boots, a dark t-shirt that revealed a muscled chest underneath, and a leather vest. His thick arms bore tattoos and scars, and his hands were clad in tight leather gloves.
"Perfect," the man replied as he licked his lips. "You are going to be perfect."
Hog nodded as he turned to face the figure.
"Good evening, Sir," Hog replied.
The man just smirked as he pulled his vest and t-shirt off, revealing a well-defined chest covered in a pelt of fur. He had a predatory look in his eye as he approached and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants.
"Speak only when I say, boy," the man replied as he pointed to the floor. "And lick my boots."
Hog immediately got to the floor and bent over to lick the leather soles that had spots of mud on them. He remembered the first time he had to perform this degrading task. It had disgusted him back then. Now, it seemed tame to some of the fantasies that he had to fulfill for his clients.
"Your name is Hog, right?" the man growled from above him.
"Yes, Sir," Hog replied quickly before continuing to lick the other boot.
"Good little pig," the man replied as he produced a leather flogger that had been shoved in the back of his pants. "You're going to be well used tonight, boy."
Hog winced as he felt the flogger hit his bare back. He hadn't been prepared for it and cried out as his body shook.
"Don't you go running away, pig," the man said in a deep voice as he brought the flogger down again, this time letting the ends snap against Hog's ass. "Clean my boots, you filthy animal."
As the flogger was brought down hard against his body, Hog did as he was instructed. It took him several minutes to clean the man's boots, and by this time, his lower back and ass were beginning to pink up.
"Good," the man said as he pushed Hog back into a sitting position.
Hog watched as the man undid his laces and removed one boot and then the other. He grabbed his long socks, tied them together with a knot at the end, and threw them on the bed. He then reached up and slowly unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his thick cock fell out, engorging as it sat inches from Hog's face.
"Like what you see, pig?" the man asked as he lowered his pants and then kicked them to the side.
"Yes, Sir," Hog replied. "You are definitely well-built, Sir."
The man smiled as he circled Hog like a predator, sizing up its prey, drinking in every inch of exposed flesh.
"Now, you are a sight," he said as he stepped behind Hog and felt his back, running his hands over the slave tattoos still present there. "I bet you were quite the milking slave back in the day."
"Yes, Sir," Hog replied just as he felt his enormous balls hit by the man's foot as he kicked forward.
Hog grunted and coughed involuntarily as a result.
"Let's see here," the man said as he squatted down and felt under Hog, slipping one of his fingers into Hog's used hole. "I see you have been fucked tonight already. How many loads are in there?"
"One, Sir," Hog groaned as he leaned forward slightly and pushed his ass out.
"Perfect," the man replied as he pulled his finger out, licked it, and stood again. "Then you won't need lube."
The man continued to circle till he stood in front of Hog, who then looked up at him from the floor.
"I'm gonna ruin this prime piece of meat," he said as he pushed his fingers into Hog's mouth and probed deeply. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you will forget your own name. You are just a pig. You hear that, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," Hog grunted as the finger slid down his throat.
"I want to hear you squeal and grunt for me, but I don't want to hear another human word from you," the man said as Hog gagged on his fingers, and then they were removed. "Understood?"
Hog nodded and grunted, snorting for emphasis. That caused the man to laugh.
"You are learning, pig," the man replied. "Bend over the bed. Time to see how well you squeal."
Hog nodded and stood, turning to face the bed and leaning over it. He felt the man grab his reddened ass and waist, rubbing it with his gloved hand as he slapped his now hard cock on Hog's crack.
"That's a good pig," the man replied. "Present your ass to me like a good little animal. What does piggy want?"
Hog wiggled his ass and grunted and snorted.
"Does piggy need cock?" the man asked as he slapped his cock on Hog's ass again.
Hog repeated his grunts and snorts.
"Good pig," the man replied, slapping Hog's ass hard.
Without warning, Hog felt his ass split open. With one hard thrust and with only the cum in his ass and the little bit of precum on the man's cock as lube, ten inches of thick manmeat was forced into him. Hog's breath was forced out of his lungs, and the grunt he gave was rough and sounded painful.
"Yeah, let those pathetic sounds out," the man replied as he forcefully pushed hard in and out of Hog's ass slowly. "Let me hear you squeal."
Hog let out a soft squeal as he stretched his arms out, gripped the other edge of the bed, and spread his legs a little to ease the pressure on his hole.
"I said squeal!" the man growled as he picked up his flogger and hit Hog hard on his back.
"Squeee!!!!" Hog shouted as his head lifted and his body shook.
"That's a pig!" the man replied as he forced himself hard and deep into Hog and continued to flog him. "Squeal for me!"
Hog continued to squeal. The pain in his ass and on his back was intense, but he could also feel his cock was hard as a rock and grinding into the bed. His massive balls were bouncing against the mattress as his ass was forced back and forth.
Hog's feet were unable to sit flat. He was on his tiptoes, and the brutality of the fuck was causing his toes to slide back and forth, catching on the wooden floor. He gripped the tattered sheet on his bed hard, trying to focus his strength somewhere to endure the experience.
"Fuck yeah, pig!" the man shouted as he dropped the flogger and then gripped Hog's ass. "Let's play."
Hog moaned and grunted loudly as the man fucked even harder. His cock was straight as a poker. Without a curve, it poked hard into Hog's ass, providing little pleasure and intensifying the pain. His hole was being stretched with every stroke. His skin was on fire, his calves were burning as they tried to keep his body in position. All the while, he tried to focus and squeal and snort for the man to make him happy.
The brutal fuck lasted fifteen minutes straight. Hog was starting to go numb when he felt the man begin to push even harder and growl.
"Here... you... go!" the man shouted as he pushed forward one last time and exploded deep into Hog's ass.
"Squeee!" Hog squealed as he closed his eyes and tried to hold his body still.
"Good pig!" the man groaned as he rode through his orgasm.
Hog gasped as the man withdrew quickly. He could feel the cum running over his balls and down his legs.
"Up on the bed, pig!" Hog heard the man say as his ass was spanked hard.
Hog snorted once again and gasped as he pulled his weary body onto the bed.
"On your back, hands towards the headboard," the man commanded.
Hog nodded and did what he was told. As he flipped to his back, he saw the man holding a thin, dark rope. The man moved quickly to straddle Hog's chest and tied first one and then the other wrist tightly to the headboard. Then he grabbed his long socks that he had tied together with a knot near the end and forced the knot into Hog's mouth and then tied the free ends together around Hog's head, gagging him with the sweaty, pungent fabric.
Hog grunted into the sock gag. The knot was deep in his mouth and began to soak through with his saliva, releasing the man's sweat and stink into him.
"Squeal for me!" the man replied as he hit Hog's chest hard.
Hog closed his eyes and squealed loudly into the gag, which seemed to please the man.
"Good pig," the man replied as he moved back to sit on Hog's legs, restraining him.
The man then reached for his flogger again.
"Time to redden this side!" the man said as he let the leather implement fly.
Hog squealed and pulled hard against the restraints. His wrists soon turned red as the rope bit into his skin. He shouted and squealed into the gag as the man struck Hog's chest, sides, arms, and thighs. He even hit Hog's large tender sack, which caused him to writhe uncontrollably.
"Look at that!" the man replied as Hog's cock betrayed the pain he was experiencing and pointed towards the ceiling, fully erect. "I love a good pain pig!"
The man began to count the strikes as he hit Hog's body. As the count climbed higher, Hog's skin glinted with sweat and was adorned with angry red welts. The man seemed to drink in the sight of Hog's suffering, pausing occasionally to trail the cool leather falls over the marks almost tenderly.
"Such a good little pig," the man said with a sadistic grin. "You take your punishment so well. But I wonder..."
In a flash, the man reached up and pulled the gag from Hog's mouth and slid it over his head. Removing the pillow from under Hog's head, he turned and dangled his erect cock near Hog's mouth.
"Open up, piggy!" the man said as he forced his thick meat down Hog's throat.
Hog coughed and gagged as the man gyrated his hips, forcing his steel rod deeper and deeper down Hog's throat. At the same time, he used his leather-gloved hands to slap Hog's thighs, and then he began to hit Hog's hard cock. Not as hard, but enough to be both uncomfortable yet arousing. Soon, ropes of precum were flying from Hog's massive cock, causing the man to laugh with glee.
"That's it, pig!" the man said as he skull fucked Hog. "I knew you would love this!"
Hog was having trouble breathing. His body was heaving, not in pain, but in a vain attempt to push the man off and out of his mouth and throat so he could get oxygen. The man did not relent. He paused for only the briefest of times for Hog to breathe before shoving deep down his throat. As each second passed, Hog felt the urge to throw up build in his throat as his oxygen levels dropped.
"Nicely done!" the man growled as he pulled his cock from Hog's throat in one movement.
Hog gasped loudly and gagged as he felt the man move and lift his legs up and towards the headboard. Before he could process what was going on, his legs were secured near his arms, and his ass was displayed, still dripping with cum.
"You need another load, pig," the man replied as he jumped behind Hog and slammed into his asshole again.
Hog's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the searing pain, but then he felt the man grab his throat. He opened his eyes back to see the man leaning forward with both hands now and beginning to squeeze. Hog began to panic.
"You aren't squealing!" the man growled as his eyes narrowed and he fucked harder. "What is wrong, pig?"
Hog began to yank hard on his bindings on his wrists and ankles, but there was no movement. His body, bent double, was already having difficulty breathing as his throat was constricted. He gasped. His eyes became bloodshot as the man fucked harder. Then, he felt his cock explode, cum shooting up and coating both his chest and the man's.
"Piggy likes breath play, I see!" the man replied as he squeezed harder.
Hog felt his life in danger for the first time in his life. The man closed his eyes as he continued to fuck. Hog was desperate but had no way to react. As his body shook and his vision narrowed, he heard the man orgasm once again as he passed out.
"Good pig."
***
In the early morning hours, G127 made its last sweep of the floor, ensuring that any trash was removed. As it neared door three, it noticed that it was ajar. Curious, it walked over and pushed the door open. Inside, it saw Hog sprawled on his bed. His wrists were tied to the bedframe, which looked to have been bent from some inhuman force. His ankles had ropes on them, but they looked to have been cut free. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and a foam of spit and bile was flowing out. His breathing was ragged, almost nonexistent, and his cock and balls were covered in crusted cum.
The slave burst into the room and hurried over to the bed. Hog looked even worse close-up. His face was a shade of blue, and he had a bruised eye. G127 quickly retrieved the medical kit from the cabinet under the nightstand. It grabbed a small cylinder and connected it to Hog's arm port and turned it. The effect was immediate. Hog's color began to come back, and he began to cough. Then his eyes opened, and he began to thrash.
"Fuck!" Hog screamed.
G127 immediately administered a light sedative next. "Shhh, Hog!" it said. "Calm down, it's just me. It is Buddy."
Hog's eyes were bloodshot and darted around the room before they landed on the slave. As soon as he recognized where he was, he instantly broke into tears.
"Fuck," G127 replied as it leaned over and instinctively hugged the man.
Hog was still gasping for air. His tears flowed down his face, and his tongue, which he had bitten during the violent encounter, was bleeding, and it was running out and over his beard, mixing with the bile and spit that had come up earlier.
G127 pulled back and began to administer to him. Once it had cleaned some of the fluids, it reached up and, with some difficulty, managed to untie the knots holding Hog's arms above his head. Once his hands fell, Hog began to cry again... hard. The slave was instantly overwhelmed, and tears flooded its own eyes.
"He nearly killed me," Hog sobbed. "I should be dead."
"Was it your client?" G127 asked.
Hog nodded.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" came the booming voice of Eric.
G127 wiped its face and turned towards the guard.
"Sir, Hog was nearly killed by his last client."
Eric moved closer and saw the state that Hog was in. "Does he need medical assistance?"
"I am tending to him, Sir," G127 replied. "I can treat him. He will survive."
"But will he be damaged?" Eric asked. "You know that..."
"Not permanently," G127 interrupted. "At least, I don't think so. I will tend to him and report to you after, Sir."
"Very well," Eric replied. "I want a full report, slave. I'll deal with the client."
"Yes, Sir," G127 replied as Eric turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Hog was still crying as the slave turned back to him. It picked up a monitor and took his vitals. Hog's oxygen levels were still low, and there was evidence of massive doses of adrenaline, but otherwise, the injuries were superficial. There were no broken bones, and apart from bruises and abrasions, it was nothing that the slave couldn't fix.
"What is the verdict?" Hog finally said as the slave wiped his mouth clean.
"You will live," G127 replied. "You will look pretty bad for a while, but you can still function."
"Fuck," Hog groaned as the slave picked up a sedative and pain reliever and pushed it into Hog's arm port.
"This will calm you," the slave said.
Hog's breathing slowed as the slave cleaned and attended to the various cuts and scratches on the man's body. He then gently cleaned his abdomen and genitals with a light touch. The gesture helped to calm Hog even more, who was finally breathing normally again as the slave finished.
"Why are you so kind?" Hog asked, roughly, his voice hoarse.
"I've put enough pain into the world," G127 replied as it turned to grab the monitor and take Hog's vitals again. "If I can help you, then maybe I can balance out the scales a little."
Hog nodded before speaking again. "What did the guard mean?"
"Huh?" the slave asked as it finished taking a measurement.
"He wanted to know if I was seriously injured, and you interrupted him," Hog said.
The slave took a deep breath before putting away the monitor. "You aren't valuable enough to be treated if you were injured badly."
"You mean..." Hog asked softly.
"I would have been asked to put you down if it were worse," the slave replied, looking at his face.
"Put me down?" Hog asked as his tears welled. "Like a slave?"
The slave nodded, its own eyes becoming glassy.
"What the fuck am I doing here?" Hog replied as he sobbed and bent forward, grabbing his knees.
G127 stroked his back, noticing more bruises and abrasions there that it had not seen before.
"We are all just commodities, aren't we?" Hog said as he gently rocked back and forth. "I'm just here to turn a profit... and if I don't..."
He couldn't complete the sentence.
"Hog, I don't..." the slave replied.
"How else can you detox from this shit?" Hog said as he stopped and looked at the slave.
"What?" G127 asked.
"Last week," Hog replied as he wiped his eyes. "You said that there were other ways to detox."
The slave nodded as it grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed. "Yes. But it is extremely dangerous. For healthy people, it comes with the risk of death. You, my friend, are not healthy."
Hog stared at the slave's face. The desperation there was evident.
"I don't care about the risk," Hog replied. "I am going to die here, regardless. Can you do it?"
"Me?" G127 replied.
"Yes," Hog replied. "Can you detox me?"
The slave fell silent for a moment. It knew the risks of even talking about this. If anyone found out, both it and Hog could be punished or worse.
"It will take some time to get what I need," the slave finally replied. "And you realize that if this goes badly, you could die, and I..."
"I know what this means," Hog replied.
"I don't think you do, Hog," the slave replied. "If we are successful, you would have to find a way to escape... and if they found out I helped you."
Hog fell silent and ran a hand over his face. "I am sorry to ask, Buddy. I understand."
"Hog," G127 said, placing a hand gently on the man's back. "I'll do it."
Hog turned to it, surprised. "What?"
"I'll do it," G127 replied. "It will take about a week for me to get the things I need. I will have to hide them in the daily orders and be a little creative, but I can do it. Give me some time."
"But, what if..." Hog began.
"Hog," G127 interrupted. "I'm going to die here, too. I would rather do it by helping someone rather than watch you succumb slowly."
Hog moved to hug the slave. "I don't know what to say."
"Hey," the slave said as it patted Hog and pulled back. "Just take it easy this week, okay? If this works, you will need all your strength to escape from here. I don't even know if that is possible."
Hog nodded.
"And Hog," G127 said. "That means you need to wean yourself off some of the drug, the weed, and the tobacco. I mean it. Save every little bit of strength you have. You will need."
Hog nodded as he wiped his face, realizing what he was being asked. "I'm going to be in a lot of pain this week, aren't I?"
The slave nodded. "Can you handle it?"
Hog looked at the pipe and put it down before looking back at the slave.
"I don't have another choice."
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