Now little man, let's see how you survive in my world. The contract was signed, the deal made, and Aakav vonTwilight rolled up the parchment in a smooth motion. Sitting across from him was his latest employee, someone with good muscle tone, average looks, and from what his informants told him, a deadly hand with a sword. Most importantly...he was a man who had nothing to lose. That kind of desperation always brought unsuspecting fools to his door. The Blood Elf rose to his feet without even disturbing his waist-length hair and beckoned with two fingers.
"Come with me. I will speak and you will listen."
Aakav left the Silvermoon City Inn and met up with the two men who waited outside. In the city of Silvermoon, they were a bit...odd. One was an Orc who was missing one eye and the other was a Tauren built along the lines of a large house with mangy fur. Both stood at attention when he stepped out and he nodded in approval. Smiling, he turned back to the man who had come seeking his employ and stood casually between the two. One hip jutted out to the side and he had one hand resting there lightly. On anyone else, it would have looked extremely feminine. On Aakav, it only served to emphasize the wicked-looking daggers that rested on his belt. The rogue jerked his head in the direction of the Orc.
"This is Falcon," he jerked his head in the other direction. "This is Kith. They are my personal bodyguards and members of my private army. Follow their orders and you won't wind up on the wrong side of my desk. Come."
With a neat pivot, Aakav walked down the side alleys closely followed by Falcon. One of Aakav's ears twitched and he nodded as he heard a low growl behind him. Good. Kith's taken lion form and he's stealthed. I guess he remembered our little talk. There was so much on his agenda, he wasn't sure if he would have time to give the new meat the tour of the place. I suppose I'll start with the levels that he's allowed to go on. Aakav kept his eyes trained on the shadows, a hand near the daggers on his belt, and tapped the blade sheaths as he walked. There were those in Silvermoon who disapproved of his modus operandi and so he had to take extra precautions.
"Excuse me-"
"Oi," Falcon's voice was hoarse and low. "Keep your mouth shut, bitch. The last thing we need is attention."
Chuckling softly, Aakav continued onward with one destination in mind: his home, his life's glory, his Establishment. When he saw the familiar torch-lit doors hidden deep within Murder Row, he couldn't help but smile with pride. His was the most infamous brothel in all of Azeroth and with damn good reason. There was no kink too kinky, no taboo too forbidden, no perversity not explored within these walls and even beyond. Nodding in brief acknowledgment to the two guards that stood outside, he held up his right arm. The gem in the bracer glowed brightly and the lock clicked. When he pushed it open, he inhaled deeply.
"Mmm, good to be home. It seems that we're just in time for dinner."
"Yes Boss," Falcon glanced around behind them to make certain they weren't followed before closing the door. "Cookie's trying out some new recipe someone brought in from Northrend, although she's complaining about the lack of ingredients."
"Tell Cookie if she wants the right ingredients so badly, she can send out some of our stronger soldiers to fetch them. Don't we have a few scouts up there already, staking out terrain and economy on the new continent?"
Aakav discarded his outer cloak and began ascending the staircase. The hallway opened on either side to several smaller hallways in which numbered and lettered doors were scattered about. The slender, sweeping staircase led to the second story and Aakav looked neither left nor right as people bowed their heads or saluted when he passed. Falcon's footsteps reassured him that the Orc still followed and he heard the quieter, more uncertain footsteps of his new meat behind. Smirking, he turned at the top of the stairs and faced the man.
"These upper stories you are not allowed to be on. Until you have proven yourself worthy, you will be regulated to the common barracks and training areas. Everyone works here. You work and we'll feed you. You slack off and you'll find out just why I've earned the reputation I have. Falcon," Aakav snapped and the Orc straightened. "Take this bitch to the barracks and make sure he's properly outfitted. I also want you to put him through the standard training. Don't go easy on him."
"Yes Boss. Kith and I will take care of it."
"See that you do. And you," he turned back to the youth, eyes flashing. "Make sure you don't make me reconsider hiring you."
With that, he turned and went to the end of the hallway, his golden hair a beacon in the dim light. He raised his arm and once again disappeared behind a door, letting it snap firmly closed behind him. Falcon exhaled softly and chuckled, shaking his head as he turned in bemusement to their newest addition.
"You heard Boss, kid. Let's get you outfitted and into the training area. Oi, Kith. Where are ya?"
There was a puff of smoke and the bull reappeared. "So, did Boss decide to keep him?"
"We'll see. Get Brute and meet us in the training hall."
Kith saluted the Orc, laughed, and headed off, tail swishing behind him as his hooves thundered along the wooden floors. Falcon turned to the kid and crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed him up and down.
"You're no looker that's for damn sure. Even for a Blood Elf. No wonder Boss wants to keep you on as an actual employee, no one would buy you for even an hour."
The youth bristled. "Just because I'm not as attractive as Aakav is doesn't mean-"
Falcon backhanded him sharply. It was enough to smart but not enough to knock any of the youth's teeth out. "That's lesson number one, bratling. You address him as Boss and nothing else. Since this is a first offense, you get off lucky. You do it again and it means a whipping. It's Boss that does the whippings too so watch yourself. What's your name, bratling?"
"Damyan. Damyan Eversun."
"Well ain't that a pretty name. Now get rid of it," Falcon snapped as Kith returned with another Orc. "You're in Boss' world now and none of us use our old names. You signed yourself away to Boss and so you're starting a different life. Brute, is the ring ready?"
"Yep, ready and waiting for this lily-handed rogue. Come on kid, you're gonna love this. You get to wrestle with Kith!"
"I what?!"
Kith grabbed Damyan by one arm and grinned. "Don't worry, I won't fuck you unless Boss tosses you aside. So you better do good little bitch or else you'll really be feeling it in the morning. Them that don't make it as guards...well...we find other uses for them."
Then, laughing, he and Brute took the young recruit away. Falcon grunted in approval and cracked his neck. He had a lot to do since the Boss' kid was coming back from Hinterlands for a visit. Then there were customers to greet, bitches to discipline, recruits to train...and that's when his stomach gave an almighty growl. And Boss will be wanting his supper too. Better have one of the kitchen bitches take it to him before we're served. So he headed down the far right hall and down a flight of stairs before he came across the controlled chaos that was the kitchen. It was an immaculately clean room run by Cookie, an Undead with a taste for food. Cookie was a bit of an odd duck but that's what made her fit in perfectly at the Establishment.
"Cookie, send up one of the serving bitches to Boss' room. He just got in and he'll be starving after being out all day."
"Right, right, now get out of my kitchen you giant pus-filled boil!"
Chuckling, he waited in the kitchen doorway, watching as a tray was filled with succulent dishes from Northrend. Mammoth Meal, poached Nettlefish, tender Shoveltusk steak, and a bottle of Suntouched Special Reserve with a second pitcher of Moonberry Juice completed the meal. The foods were placed under covers and the entire thing was handed off to a teenage human boy to be taken upstairs and to the Boss' office. Once he was certain that things would be fine, Falcon left to see about the new recruit and his training.
Meanwhile, upstairs in his office, Aakav sighed as he went over paperwork and requests from his buyers. He'd been out all day trying to put out fires and negotiate with the sellers of the flesh that he frequented. There hadn't been an auction in quite some time and some of his stock had proven useless in terms of making gold. So he'd had them disposed of. Both the Stormwind and the Silvermoon houses were becoming low on fillies and studs and so Aakav had to replenish his wares somehow. And with the expeditions to Northrend going well, he-
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
Growling, he tossed the folder carelessly onto the desk. "What? This had better be good, damn it, or you'll pay."
That's when he heard the creak and realized the knock hadn't come from the main door, but rather, the servants' door. The human that stuck his head in was trembling and Kav's sensitive ears picked up the rattle of dishes. Oh...yes...supper. Relaxing, he leaned back in his chair and beckoned for the boy to enter. The smells of the food tickled his nose and he felt his stomach rumble. Did I even eat today? Ah yes, bread and cheese. I was in too much of a rush to eat any real and substantial food. So he cleared off his desk as the youth brought the tray to his desk and removed the covers. Kav's mouth watered as he took in the delicious dishes and the magic in the Moonberry juice was causing his eyes to glow brighter. The boy was about to back away when Kav's hand shot out and wrapped itself around his wrist.
"You'll stay here with me while I eat."
"Y-yes sir..."
Aakav's grip on the youth's wrist tightened until the boy cried out. "What did you call me, bitch?"
"I'm sorry Boss!" the boy twisted in the man's grip to try and ease the pressure. "I'm sorry, please let me go!"
"To make it up to me," the rogue's voice was smooth and quiet. "You will get underneath that desk and suck my cock until I'm certain that you are truly remorseful for your slip. Now get under there."
He kept his tight grip up and manhandled the boy until he was shoved under the desk. Aakav then moved his chair forward, effectively trapping the human beneath, and planted his feet wide apart as he calmly began his meal. This kitchen boy was new, only two weeks caught, and still had some learning to do. He sliced into the mammoth meat and began chewing just as he felt the ties of his pants come undone. This wasn't too uncommon for Aakav. I sincerely hope that someone will decide to bother me...just this once...he chuckled darkly and tasted the meat. Delicious. Cookie has outdone herself with the marinade. As he ate and went over papers, a warm, wet tongue started licking along his cock, coaxing it into hardness. Not bad for a new bitch. Someone must have trained him. Grunting softly as a hand wrapped around his base, he took a sip of the juice and moaned softly. Aakav's eyes closed as the magic coursed through his veins. His green eyes glowed brighter as the magic was absorbed into his body and he looked down.
The human was attractive...for a human. Kav wouldn't have anything but attractive people be whores in his Establishment. The boy's black hair shone blue in the lamplight and the shimmer was interesting, like a crow's wing. He couldn't see the boy's eyes but that was fine. He didn't really care. All he cared about was getting a bit of sex with his dinner. A smile hooked one corner of his mouth as his canines appeared behind his lips. Mmm, let's see just how much this bitch can handle. Carefully, Kav laced his fingers through the soft blue-black hair and got himself a good, strong grip. The boy looked up at him, eyes wide and dilated. You fear me. As you should you little bitch. Especially since you've displeased me.
"Do you know what I do to bitches who do not respect me?" he murmured softly, eyes narrow slits.
"N-n-no Boss..."
Chuckling, the sound a rumble in his chest, he moved the boy's head to his cock. "I punish them. Now open your mouth."
Trembling, the boy did as he was told and Kav reached into one of his desk drawers. "I often have a problem with new stock that doesn't know how to suck properly. Since this is one of those times, I think this might be in order."
From the depths of the drawer he removed a thick black leather gag with a round, short tube that would be inserted into the mouth. Kav pushed the tube into the boy's mouth, keeping it wide open but also eliminating the fear of teeth. Then, still one-handed, he fastened it and then tightened it so it was snugly in place. The boy whimpered, his eyes becoming brighter and his cheeks redder. Oho, so they haven't used this gag on you yet, eh whore? Well then, you're in for a real treat. Once the gag was secure, he gripped the boy's hair and brought the lad straight down onto his cock. When the boy moaned and choked, Kav shuddered as a pleasurable tingle snaked through his lower body and straight to his cock.
"Don't worry little boy, the discomfort will pass. You don't have a gag reflex anymore so just concentrate on breathing. After all, people have been known to die giving me head," and he chuckled again at the despondent wail from his captive.
Not even bothering to slow or stop, Kav moved his captive's head slowly up and down his cock. From tip to base he buried himself in the tightness of the lad's throat. The heat and the suction made him grunt as he rocked his hips forward. When he felt a bit of wetness on his crotch, he looked down and laughed.
"Oh yes, now the little slut is crying. I wonder what you were before you became my property. Were you a priest? A proud paladin? Oho the possibilities are endless and to think, now you spend your time on your belly, your knees, suspended in the air, pleasuring men and women alike with your mouth and your ass and sometimes even that's not enough. Mmm," he grunted as his cock twitched in the boy's throat. "I wonder if you've had the pleasure of meeting Kith. He does love tiny human boys to fuck. With his cock, I'm not surprised."
The boy choked and shuddered as tears flowed down his cheeks. The sight of such helplessness, such complete enslavement made Kav lick his lips and drive his cock into that wet mouth more. He moved faster, thrust deeper, building himself up to release. I'll give you something pretty to wear when you go back to the kitchens. Cookie would have a fit but he didn't care. He'd deal with the old Undead in his own time. Grunting softly, his eyes bore down on the sight of his cock disappearing to the root inside the boy's mouth. The gag was probably one of his better inventions. It allowed him free reign to fuck his whores in the mouth...and they couldn't bite him.
Not that they'd live if they did.
"Mm, that's it little whore. Keep swallowing, use that tongue of yours, put some effort into it boy or I'll keep you longer."
That seemed to wake him up. The human immediately started sucking in earnest, using his tongue along the underside and swallowing the cock as it went deep into his throat. Growling in approval, Kav held the boy's head still as he moved his hips faster, deeper, chasing the orgasm that was just out of reach, teetering on the edge...
"Nngh!"
He pulled out as soon as he felt it and thick ropes of come splattered all over the human's face. Panting harshly, his cheeks flushed and eyes glowing brilliantly, Kav sank back into his chair with a chuckle. The lad's face was covered in the release and he was still crying. Kav reached out and smeared the sticky seed into his skin, all over his face, down his neck, and even fed him some off the tips of his fingers. Then he wiped his hands on a cloth and went back to eating. He could hear the boy crying and whimpering and it only made him smile. Once he was certain the come had dried, he set down his fork and scooted his chair back. His cock lay there, exposed and soft, but Kav didn't do up the laces quite yet. Instead, he reached over and undid the gag, setting it aside on the desk. The boy wouldn't look at him.
"Now..." his voice was hoarse and thick as he once again settled in his chair. "How are you going to address me?"
At first there was silence. Kav frowned and extended a booted foot, pressing it to the cloth-covered crotch of his slave. The boy cried out as he ground the heel into the sensitive area.
"I said, how are you going to address me?"
"Boss! Please Boss, please stop!"
Smirking, Kav continued to grind the boot into the poor boy's groin, digging the heel in as much as he dared. The boy cried harder, squirming and begging for him to stop...and the sounds were music to his ears. Finally, remembering his work and his dinner, Kav pulled his boot back and gestured for the boy to come closer.
"You will kiss my cock and then my boots and you will leave. And you will not clean yourself off until tonight...when you come to see me again."
The lad froze for a fraction of a second before moving forward. "Yes Boss."
He crawled forward and kissed the tip of Kav's cock before bending over and kissing the toe of Kav's boot. Laughing, Aakav gave the boy a shove and went back to his desk. The boy ran for the door, face crimson and a bit of a stagger to his step. Once the door to the servants' stair slammed shut, the main door opened and a flutter of a robe hem could be seen. Grinning broadly, only in a more genuine fashion, Kav did up his pants and leaned forward.
"I've been waiting for you son."
