Edited 8/02/12: Revised the mistakes, and there were a lot of them god. This was one of the worst chapters I revised so far. Hopefully this time it is less jarring than the last version.

Chapter 1

I walked from the door and grabbed the clothes I was going to wear from the dresser and slowly got dressed. There was really nothing else to do except wait for the client to show up. Anyway I looked out of my barred window that was beside my bed. Yeah to say the least with the windows barred shut. Can you imagine why a seventeen years old boy would still need bars on his second story windows? How pathetic right? Yeah you're so off in your thinking now, how do I know you ask I don't this is me assuming? Ok your thinking that they are there for my protection and that I have a tendency to fall out of windows. I can see it your head something close to this is forming even if it not in my exact wording right. Well if that is the case you're so totally off and WRONG. Yeah you heard me right WRONG. It's not there for me and it's defiantly not there for my safety. It's there so I cannot escape him, and it's there because it a part of the things he has constantly in my sight to help him use his methods of control. It's also there to play with my head. If you guess this then you're more perceptive than I am, and you should be proud of yourself because you can read me like an open book. Though I have to admit it is scary, but kind of cool.

I knew that I had to wait up here, because my father's client would be arriving shortly. Then I would be called down and presented. I hated the presentation. They got to touch me anywhere and I wasn't allowed to touch back or stop them. My father says that to sell the goods the person had to see the goods offered, and that meant they got to see and touch everything. Yeah everything I mean everything it was so uncomfortable and demeaning, to have men grope me because my father is a deadbeat that cannot work for a living. Don't tell him I said that, believe it or not I still value my life and want to keep it at least until I can formally tell him to shove it. What the hell am I saying, me leave him that. Ha-ha yeah right, since when did I get the courage to do that. That wish is a waste of time to even think about, and yet I find myself thinking about it in my spare time.

I heard a knock at the door down stairs. Great this is it; it is time for the dreaded presentation. Shivers ran down my back as I got up and headed to the door to of my room. I exited my room, and that is when I heard my father greet the man by name of something Izarue. That is all I heard. It's hard to pick up stuff when my father is purposely trying to keep it from me by hiding. He hide from me, yeah that would be the day. It's not he's hiding from me. It's to hide what he going to do from me. I started to walk down the stairs only to get manhandled. The next thing I knew he was forcing me to take my clothes off as he was ushering me down the stairs, naked, into the living room. When I walked in I noticed that the blinds and shutters where already closed and that the door out of the house locked tight. This is what I have dreaded for the last half hour. This is the presenting.

"Well, well. I see your father spoke the truth about you. Damn you are hot." I heard the man say as he looked me directly in the eyes with lust in his eyes. He then licked his lips in a seductive way while running his hands all over my body as he finally stopped on my ass. His hand seemed like it was there forever before he began to rub his hands around my ass caressing it. Finally he said something that broke me out of my solitary day-dream. This is what I did when I had no power over what was happening. I just daydreamed, usually about what it would be like to have a normal life. I guess it was sort of defense mechanism to deal with the undesired caressing of my body.

"Nice ass too, can it hold all of it?" I heard this and automatically wanted to punch him. Even if I didn't want it, it this was offensive to hear. He wanted to know if I was good enough for sex, ha. If it is one thing I knew from all of this, is that I can deliver a show, A pretty damn good one too if I might add. This was just demeaning to listen to him say that I wasn't good enough.

I desperately wished that I wasn't. I wanted a normal life being a normal teenager, sharing my first moment in bed with someone one that I loved. I never thought that I would share it with a filthy man who paid my father to have to have his way with me. Yeah so ever sharing my first time with someone I actually love was defiantly out of the picture, because I'm far from being a virgin. Well probably shouldn't have blurted that out. Well now you know another secret about me, and I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut on certain things. Since when does anyone want someone who been defiled like that? Not anyone that I know. So yeah I'm officially fucked in that regard and I don't mean in the literal sense, in the superficial sense of course.

"Yes In fact he can hold two in there, I was exclusively told that by Mr. Reeves. He also worked for his firms for a while was well." said my father. He always says something along those lines that I am a part of Mr. Reeves' line up. It turned into his sales mantra. It pops out every time he sells me out and I have to admit it works with every client too especially the ones that know what Mr. Reeves' many services he has to offer. It seemed like by the look on this man's face that he knows of Mr. Reeves, and probably was one of his frequent clients. I can tell the ones that know of Mr. Reeves, they seem to always perk up at his name when it mentioned.

"Well!" I heard the man say as he looked impressed with my track record. "He has the résumé, if he in dead works for Reeves like you say." Then man then slid his fingers around my ass and gave it a squeeze which made me jump, my face turned beet red as the man just ignored me and lifted his hands and moved them to my chest.

"Damn boy, you have the chest and arms, there are beautifully predominant and sculpted. He then moved them around my chest feeling it up. I'm frustrated with embarrassment this man was feeling me up and nobody cared that I didn't want it. He then took my left nipple in his fingers a squeezed it hard, I moved and groaned only to elbowed in the ribs hard by my father. I whimpered in pain as the man released it when reached for the other one and did the same thing. He then slid his hand down my stomach and reached for my cock and caressed it making it slightly harden up. He eyes grew as he watched it harden. He smiled and looks over at my father with a pleasingly pleased hum that sang from his throat.

"You know Isshine; if I get a full night with him I will call it even between us. In fact if I get a room here with some extras I will even pay you as well. How does 1,000 Kan sound? He is what shall I say a rare and gorgeous person to have at my disposal."

"Done." said my father as he received one thousand Kan. "You can have this worthless slab of meat for one night, but you have till three A.M. He has to get to the worthless building they call school here by six so three hours should suffice." After my father said that I was lead to the basement. My father grabbed my arm and pertained to drag me there with or without my cooperation.

When we reached the basement I'm forced to the floor and handcuffed, he places them on my wrists and made sure they dug in. My Father always did that so it hurt. This again was his way of showing me that he controlled every aspect of my life.

"You know boy the only damn thing you're actually good for besides loading the alcohol is bringing me money when I need it. I should have thought of this sooner than when I had. The shit I had to put up with keeping your sorry ass clothed and fed. Now you be a good fucking whore and show the kind gentlemen to a good time. Maybe then I will consider give you a break." He laughed as he walked up the stairs and left me on the cold floor handcuffed and freezing. This is always the kind of stuff he told me when I was actually doing something worthwhile or in his interest, like making money that was in his interest.

"Oh and don't screw this up" I heard him call from the step just before the door. "If you do I will give it to you worse than what you get down here. I think that you already know that I'm not joking, and you know what I'm capable of." His voice was harsh and menacing when he said that. I already knew what he was capable of. Yeah I knew, I thought. I would be punished, and it would result in some sort of injury that I would have to make an excuse for. I gulped as he walked out of the room and I heard to door shut with a loud thud. He left me lying on the cold floor naked with nothing on. I was severally regretting this day it was going to be a long painful night. When the customer asked for extra's that meant that he was into weird stuff.

Most of my father's clientage was into this stuff. My Father liked it because it got him more money than the conventional lays. He told me that if I got him more money that I would not have to endure him, which most of the time was a lie. I couldn't argue because he was the boss. I shook as I laid on the floor it was really cold. I remember multiple training sessions down here. They were long and painful sessions. Only in the end to teach me, teach me how to act, to speak when spoken to, and finally how to please the customer. I had to please the customer because no one else mattered but the customer, well except my father. He was the boss, and in charge of it all.

The man walked down and picked me up off the floor he pushed me against the wall and un-cuffed me. He pulled the ropes down from the rafter of the basement and tied my wrists to them tightly so I couldn't slide out. He laughed "Your boss said that you have a history of escaping when tied up. He said to make sure they are snug and it didn't matter if your hands changed colors or not." Great I thought now I'm in for it now. This man was taking my father's advice and I knew I was going to earn him his thousand Kan buy.

"Your boss said that you have to be released by three a.m. so you can get ready for school, correct? Though I wonder why a boy who is still in school has a grand resume with Mr. Reeves. I thought he only took adults. I listened to him and didn't say a word. This was one of training sessions I mention that I had down here, where he taught me to take shit while not saying a word. If I said anything I usually got beat hard sometimes, or whipped with either a belt or whatever was down here.

"Oh, that's right you're a trained lad, you may answer my question." said the man as he unbuckled his pants and took them off and slowly got up to meet my gaze. "My father had a debt with Mr. Reeves, and the agreement was that I had to work for him for a year for the debt with my father to call even." I said as I looked to floor in embarrassment. The man out of the nerve just chuckled at me. He began to take off his shirt, and he looked somewhat fat. He looked Older like he was in his forties. He looked somewhat muscular, though the effects of ageing were settling in. He looked good for someone in his late forties. Most of the old men that came here were just looked plain old fat. He looked like he still cared a little about what he looked like. He walked up to me and kissed me, forcing his tongue in his mouth. He moaned while I gave him what I was trained to do. I was to treat him to the best time of his life. So I did what I was trained to do whether I wanted to or not. He broke away panting breathing heavy as he look at me with lustful eyes that looked like they had sex on his mind.

"Boy where did you learn to do that, you're better than my dead husband?" said the man as he returned for more. I just looked at him when he said that. I hated how most people regarded the dead as someone who left and would never return. While that is true it still rude to insult their memory, or in his case ability when they're not even here to defend themselves. It's like a low backstabbing cheap shot. It's unforgivable and rude. I guess you can say that I only think this way because I can see them and talk to them, there for I sympathize with them. I guess that is neither here nor there.

By the time the second kiss concluded I was already feeling dirty. He didn't even get to the sex yet. It didn't take much at this point to make me feel dirty. It wasn't because I wasn't used to it or anything. It was because this was my one-hundred fiftieth man I had been with in the last six years. You see father has clients within three providences of here that come once in a while, because I am what they consider the best out of Reeves' lineup. Yes I am still an employee at Mr. Reeves's. My father just combined with him so he could get some money out of him when he would let Mr. Reeves take me for the night. It was usually when he was in desperate need of money. Which was now less since my business was picking up, I mean since I was such a good player. That is what he called it. He never praised me. But he always tells me that I'm a good player. I always wondered what he meant by that. I kind of know it was meant as an insult. Everything he used to complement my work was meant in some way as an insult to my pride.

The man walked over to me and started to stroke my dick until it was semi-hard. I hated this part of the night. This is when they got to play with me however they wanted and clearly the man was very interested in me. He went unit the first pulsation and quit.

"You know what? I'm in the mood for something more kinky." chuckled the man as he released my cock "You don't have permission to cum, and if you do I will milk you dry do understand?" when he asked that my eyes just widened. I had heard of this in other people's sessions when I worked at Mr. Reeves', but I never had it done to me. This was going to the first time and I didn't even know what to expect. The man looked in my eyes as asked if this was my first time in doing this. I couldn't answer I was in denial. All I did was shake my head yes. I hated it when they decided that they would be kinkier than the regulars. I do not much care for sex toys that cause pain. I knew if I defied him then I would get it from my father worse than what was going to happen down here. What am I saying there were few regulars on the list of clients my father had, but Most of them where in to this type of thing, but it was with more conventional toys like nipple clamps and cock rings. I truly had no idea what to expect.

Never in my six years had I ever had that done to me. I don't think I ever had that much trouble coming either. That man did a pretty good job making sure it wouldn't come out. All that pain and pleasure it was too much, as I almost passed out from it. Each of nerve ending sent tiny shocks all through my body which just made even worse for me. He had me begging to release worse towards the end.

He was great with the oral too. That was what got me up to that point, then he switched to the conventional way and that made it even worse. By the end of the six hours I was covered in sweat and out of mind in each stroke, each thrust, and lick made it worse, and I manage to cum too. It felt great to finally be able to, except it caused me more pain before he released me from the ropes.

He told me that I was a good boy and led me up stairs as he told me that I had to take a shower. My body's covered in sweat and cum not to mention that my dick felt really sensitive. He told me that my clothes where in there already as he made my father get them out for me.

"I just wanted to tell you that you did well, most people would have whined out more than that had they reached that point. I know you enjoyed the result. Also I had a wonderful time, probably the best in a while, and I just wanted to apologize about my outburst earlier about my dead boyfriend I seen the look and I knew you were discussed by it. Believe it or not there was a time when I actually cared enough not to do that, but times have changed and I seemed to care less about others. You however you have reminded me what it was like to remember that time." He said that and gave me kiss on the forehead and told me that he would be polite enough to wait until I got out of the shower before leaving.

I got out of the shower, and got dressed. Then I exited the bathroom I saw the man sitting at the table in the kitchen. I walked down the steps towards him as he got up and told me that he would see to it that he would get another session with me in a few months if I was willing to have one with him. I told him that it wasn't up to me it was up to my father. He just laughed and told me that he would pay just to sit and talk with me, that how hot I was. He said that I was worth the 1000 Kan just to look at. I blushed as he walked and hugged me and told me that I should get to bed and walked out the door. He did and let it shut with a little thud and click.

A/N: 7/10/12
If you want the more adult version of this then check it out at my profile over at Adult Fan Fiction. It's under the same pen name except that one has an underscore in between the two names.

OK, so there we have the first chapter. Wow, that was hard to tone this down into an appropriate version for this site. I really hope I didn't ruin it by doing that. Anyways thank you for your reviews if you left one and I hope you continue to read. I also want to thank the people who took the time to read this even without leaving a review.

A/N: 7/28/12:
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