Author: Caera1996
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: Nothing, not even the idea, is mine.
WC: 453
Original Prompt:
Kirk is a whore in a little-known whore house. He's not there willingly. Since the place isn't well-known/doesn't have a lot of cash/is cheap their 'clients' are not very nice; they're looking for a cheap fuck or warm body to use however they want. Kirk's become the most sought after whore there because word's gotten around that he's the best the place has to offer. He's about as happy as a snowman in the middle of the desert.
I'd like to see this from the owner's perspective. He has cameras recording everything that goes on. Does he watch them? How does he market Kirk to 'clients'? Does he use Kirk as well? What do 'clients' ask to do with Kirk?
Basically, I'd live a fic about rape through a voyeur's eyes.
He cries. Usually at night…and only when he's alone. Or when he thinks he's alone. He's never truly alone. None of them are – because every now and then one of them gets it into their head that "they've had it!" or "they just can't take it anymore!" and try to take matters into their own hands. But nothing's in their own hands. Not when or what they eat, not when or if they sleep, and definitely not who or how they fuck.
That's my choice…as choices go. Not many client choices, but the ones who visit my little establishment visit often and are always…entertaining. Maybe not so much for the merchandise, but for me. Ohhh, so definitely, for me.
Especially when they choose him. I love it when they choose him.
He is – especially beautiful. I've never been able to figure out how much of his beauty is his, and how much of it is a result of his surroundings…that they're so ugly he stands out even more, you know? He's beautiful – burnished gold and intensely crystalline blue and rosy pinks that darken into calescent reds as his body flushes with anger or arousal or humiliation. And when one of the clients has him, it's usually all three, in that order.
He's a popular desire, but I won't give him to just anyone. Oh no. His time with the clients is as much for me as it is for them, and I only give him to those clients who like to do with him what I want to see and hear. I know who can make him beg – drawing his unwilling arousal so tautly he's vibrating with the need, even as the hate smoulders like the hottest blue flame. I know who can make him scream – arms and legs jerking as just enough force to cause stinging welts, but not enough to break skin, forces him to give up his stubborn silence. I know who can make him tremble – making him wear a blindfold, tying his arms and legs, teasing him with his fear of not knowing what was going to happen next.
And on the rare occasion I lose myself in his delectable body, and I have the opportunity to make him beg and scream and shake…it's like we're the only two people in the world, and I can do whatever I want, and he has no choice but to give in…giving me everything.
The only thing I've never been able to do, no matter how I tried, is make him cry. He holds onto his tears because it's the last thing he has that's still his. His only choice. Until I leave, and he thinks he's alone.
And then he cries.