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Chapter 12 by bobolino bobolino

What happens next?

a year prior

I was "working" for one of the upscale clubs on the station at that time, for a boss who was a terrible, dishonest woman. She was extremely greedy and would often come up with schemes to use me and the other males at her clubs to enrich herself unduly.

Once she had managed to introduced me to a rich heiress by placing me at her table to serve drinks and "entertain" during the evening at the club. My job was pretty simple, I was not even a waiter. I had to sit with them, be friendly, serve drinks if asked (which the clients usually didn't even bother with) and let them do as they wished with me basically.

I remember approaching the table and seeing these three females, one blonde and two brunettes from race that resembles humans a lot called the Dreseli, they obviously had money and a lot of it, they were dressed like it and they were drinking like it. I was introduced by my boss who pushed me forward and proclaimed I was her best hostboy and a gift to welcome them to the club.

I had been briefed about the need to get them drunk for some nefarious scheme of hers and I even had instructions on how to do it, drinking games, with the prize being the right to touch me intimately right at the table.

They could have done that anyway and most clients did but for some reason females in this universe tend to go along when a well endowed boy proposes a game involving sex and drinks.

I did not want to participate as I knew that my boss was a criminal and these women at the table were decent to me, they took an interest in me, at least superficially and I knew they'd get into trouble if my boss had her way. So I did something very stupid. I confessed to one of them that I had been instructed to get them drunk and given a serum so I could keep drinking and not get drunk myself. The idea was to push them and shame them into drinking more than the male.

I explained I didn't know why she wanted them **** but that I suspected my boss was up to no good. I suppose I wasn't disinterested myself. I was hoping that they'd help me out afterwards but it was not to be.

Atrixxa, the rich woman my boss was trying to entrap flew into a rage and totally gave me away, tough i suspect it wasn't her intention. My boss got investigated but nothing came of it, for me however the outcome was far worse.

I was informed that I would be sold to one of the lowest ranked brothels in the asteroid. Stallions, a tiny place with no standards, horrible rooms, too many clients, too few males and like all of these joints, over reliant on **** to keep you fucking all day long. The kind of place every man on the asteroid dreaded.

I believe her exact words when sending me off were "shouldn't have crossed me, they'll fuck your cock to pieces boy."

and like i recounted before she wasn't wrong. As soon as I arrived I got noticed for my endowment. I was the largest male there, which wasn't hard there were only 5 of us in total. I was made to stand naked as the day I was born in front of my new owners, a couple dangerous looking of Qrel females and inspected from head to toe.

They got their hands on me pretty quickly and started to caress me, pinch my nipples, rub my penis until I got a hard on, which was still embarrassing to me since it was being done in full view of everyone of the patrons. When they had made sure I was functional they paid my former employers and I was taken to be branded. A number was tattooed right on my ass that way the customers could order me up from across the room like one of the dishes on the menu without having to know my name.

The clientele at Stallions matched the establishment, it attracted mostly dregs and criminals or the soldiers who couldn't afford a better place. They all wanted me as I had by far the largest cock of all the males there and the result was that I was being called at tables or in rooms pretty much all the time.

It may sound awesome to be constantly having sex with gorgeous alien females but that's before I knew what i would be like. I was constantly sore, chafed and raw from all the fucking. I was kept hard by the **** despite the fact that I was exhausted by all the sex and ejaculating became almost painful due to the stimulants. My balls constantly ached from contracting over and over again and being over taxed by the demands all these hungry pussies made of them.

But that didn't stop the client from grabbing them and roughly massaging them as soon as I joined them at the table. The owners were a couple of criminals and they didn't care one bit about the males or their discomfort, if you complained at all they would slap you or pinch you in the ballsack to get you to behave.

It got to the point were i had a hard time walking because of the constant dull ache in my scrotum and i was terrified of having it touched only to be paired with a horny female that would suck it hard as soon as I was in her bed. Whenever I complained to them they'd point out how hard I was and dismiss it or even get turned on by it.

My only tough was of escape and I began to hatch a plan.

How does John escape the Stallions bar?

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