A Grand Tomorrow (For BubbleLord)

[Floozer]

The Kingdom of Vestorian, A large circular land mass of grass plains, fair weather and large forests. Home to not only humans, but also the birth place of the kinfolk, magical fusions of humans and animals. To the far south borders of the kingdom lies Skahrl Port, the largest sea side settlement of the kingdom. Half of the crusty city is built on land while the second half is build on large sturdy docks over the ocean waters. While the city does function as the largest export of seafood and products, it is also the loosest on laws which has caused a higher than average rate of crime. Thieves, pick pockets and burglars lurk in the shadows and ally ways, looking to make a profit on some unlucky soul.


It is here that Orval finds himself, and in a rather unfortunate situation. Low on money and running out of supplies leaves him searching for a way to bring in some income. His last job from a few weeks back was certainly a lucky break, dealing with a group of three highway men trying to impose a toll on a nearby minor settlement. Two of them were stubborn and quickly met the business end of his axe, while the last one traded a blowjob and an anal plugging for a free pass. But that was then, this is now and money is once again in need. Best place to find work is the bulletin board outside the "Salt Rock Inn". Other than that, "The Crusty Bucket" bar should have some leads, though it does have a reputation for bar fights and back door dealings. Lastly is "The Siren Den" which is the biggest brothel in town, bound to have some important news...for a price.

 

[BubbleLord]

Orval stood in the streets, certainly lacking the horse or tools of his trade. It had been some time now that he had been offering his services to those in need of a fighter. His time with the Vestorian military had at least helped the axe-wielder find work. Part of him partially wished he'd kept the slutty femboy he'd fucked from the last job, but with how little work he had and the lack of a solid line of work... well, there wasn't the luxury of anyone to fill his beds. Hell, he didn't even have one that belonged to himself. He rose from one of the city's benches, the three-foot long axe upon his back shifting ever so slightly within its brace. The leather chest-piece covering much of his upper torso was the center piece of a light-set of leather armor... and it was easily holding the axe's weight within a reinforced stud connected to the brace.


"Twenty-five fucking years of one mess of a life. I just need the right job... and the Salt Rock Inn just hasn't cut it recently. Maybe it's about time to consider heading to The Crusty Bucket after all..."


Gently tugging at his blue, longsleeved shirt underneath his armor, he'd start walking to his left to start the walk. However, he'd slow to a halt and look back over his shoulder toward what many knew as the largest brothel. The Siren Den had been reported to be quite the place to attract the most desperate of men and women. While it was likely he'd get knocked in the jaw or get drawn into a criminal organization at The Crusty Bucket, at least at the Siren Den he could avoid the first part well enough. At worst, he'd probably be asked to fuck someone or something... and with how he'd not exactly got his fill after abusing that highwaybitch's ass it meant he might just get off. He turned, his shaggy black hair shifting just above his blue eyes as he'd start moving toward the brothel.


"Let's just hope they don't ask for money at the door... otherwise I really will be broke..."

 

[Floozer]

The walk is thankfully uneventful as he walks off of solid ground and onto the wooden boardwalks that make up the back half of the city. Orval gets the feeling of eyes watching him more than once, but no one takes the chance of losing a hand to the axe on his back. He soon stands at the front entrance of "The Siren Den". The double doors are intricately made and well kept from the wear of ocean air, while a large sign sits above them depicting a topless mermaid posing on top of a rock...they sure do live up to that name. Luck is finally at his side as no one blocks the exterior, meaning he is free to enter.


Inside the brothel feels like a nobles estate. With classy red carpet strips covering the well maintained wood floors, expensive chandeliers hang from the ceiling, potted plants scattered about the entry hall and two large, and most likely expensive, paintings hang on the wall. Directly in front of him, blocking the path further into the brothel, is the front desk. Sitting behind it is a female cat-kin, who is filing her claws with a bored expression on her face. She has short black hair, with matching black cat ears sticking from the top of her head. Her blue eyes are cat like in appearance. She is wearing a fine red single piece dress which leaves little to the imagination, as the neck line is cut low enough that a single quick movement would cause her breast to pop free of it. Behind her is a large bear-kin man who is fully armed and armored, which sends a clear note to all who enter; "Cause trouble, and we will use force before anything else".


The cat girls ears perk up at his approach and she raises her head with a smile quickly spreading across her face.


"Hello sir, welcome to the Siren Den. Our skilled escorts here can fufill any fantasy you can think of and then some! My name is Tammy, how can I be of service today?" 

 

[BubbleLord]

Orval had to admit that the place was far from a traditional brothel almost the instant he got inside. Such fancy places were far better than the ones he'd visited when he was still starting out his adventuring days, but his attention couldn't dwell for long. He'd approached a desk with quite the looker of a gal before him. Kin girls and guys seemed to run everything these days, his eyes looking to the bear for all but a moment before looking to Tammy as she finished her spiel. He'd approach and put his right hand atop the desk as passively as he could to ensure the bear didn't get any ideas and force either of them to fight.


"Well, Tammy... believe it or not, I was looking for a way to get information on any jobs. I'd rather not sell my body for a living, no offense of course, but... well..."


He'd motion up with his unplaced hand, indicating the axe's handle visible over his shoulder.


"I'm a fighter these days. If you guys need a blacksmith or a guard, I wouldn't mind talking to whoever is in charge. Think you can help me find some work? I might be obliged to pay what's left from my last job here and become a regular if I can get a good enough job."

 

[Floozer]

"Well, there is something. Madam Estelle had brought up some sort of job before, but it seemed much bigger than anyone here is looking for. You sure you don't want to sell your body? I imagine you have a lot to show!" She gives him a playful wink and a small laugh before continuing. "Anyway, we don't need another guard since those were some of the first positions filled, why don't you go speak with the Madam about that opening I spoke of earlier? Just leave your axe with Gurkin here and head up to the third floor."


The large bear-kin steps around the desk and holds one of his large hands out to Orval.


"The axe and any other weapons you have on your person. That is the rule for entry. Also, don't touch any of the escorts, you haven't paid for anything like that."

 

[BubbleLord]

The bear-kin didn't have to wait but a moment, the axe removed and offered to him simply enough. "Don't worry," he said with a smirk, "I wouldn't touch any of them. Not unless they asked nicely, anyway."


He'd look back toward Tammy for all but a moment before changing the smirk into a smile, turning and moving around and beyond the desk and the large man. His armor was weighty, but it at least meant that it might better hide the potential arousal that might stem from this. He'd have to walk through a brothel of some of the finest people in all of Skahrl Port, pretty much ensuring he'd have popped a boner of some kind. The man would just have to make sure he located the stairs and made his way up to the third floor before it got too bad...

 

[Floozer]

Past the desk and just a few feet down the hall are two large doorways to the left and right which lead to large, posh communal rooms. These rooms are full of patrons who don't care if others see them getting intimate with their chosen partner. Both rooms are similarly furnished with large couches, chairs and cushions strewn about the room. The air here is heavily scented with incense and other pleasant aromas to try and mask the pungent scent of sex...it isn't working completely. The escorts and patrons seem to be an even split of kinfolk and humans, but a more accurate account would show kinfolk being the more prominent numbers. Orval can see several scenes that stand out as he quickly passes by; Namely a naga woman dancing for the enjoyment of several men, a large horse-kin rather aggressively pounding a petite human woman and an adorable young boy in a maid outfit serving drinks.


Past those large doors is a large spiral staircase that takes him up to the second floor and beyond. Said second floor seems to be composed of nothing but private rooms for higher paying customers. Lewd moans and groans can be heard from the rooms nearest to the stairs. Further up is the third floor which is very straight forward, the stairs end and spread out into a large opening with some chairs lining the walls, a simple waiting room it would seem. At the far end of the room is another set of grand double doors, "Madame Estelle" is written across the top. 


With perfect timing those large double doors swing open to reveal a large office and the madam herself. She is a mature human woman and stands roughly five feet ten inches tall, light brown hair falls down to her shoulder blades in a natural wavy form and sharp green eyes appraise Orval as he approaches her room. Madam Estelle practically radiates sexuality, her voluptuous form promising a soft embrace while her age guarantees knowledge of how to make a man squirm in bliss.She wears a regal purple dress that falls down to her ankles and hugs her body in all the right places. Her bountiful E cup breasts are practically on full display in that little dress and her rear sways sensually with every step. 


"Ah, a visitor for me personally? I can't say that I know you yet dear, but I would certainly like to change that. Please come in, make yourself comfortable." She gestures to one of the comfy chairs before her desk. 

 

[BubbleLord]

There was plenty for Orval to consider as he walked through, his eyes looking over the naga, horse-breeding, and the cute lad with some desire. If only he had the money, he'd have both the dancer and the maid sucking and pleasuring his budding erection. But as he made his way through the well-decorated communal, the aroma following him much of the way, the sounds of sex went from blatantly loud to muffled behind the room's walls. Further and further, he was practically rock-hard by the time the leather-armored mercenary came walking up and through the double doors. Madam Estelle was pretty much the icing on the cake, the man only slightly flushing as he was at least thankful the erection wasn't clear as day.


"I appreciate the invitation. Being comfortable after seeing all that stuff going on down below, though, isn't exactly easy. After all, I'm just a common man."


Moving to one of the chairs, he'd lower into it and lean back ever so slightly. His eyes looked abound throughout the office for all of a moment before focusing on both her tits and attractive face. While older women hadn't always been his fancy, it was far from him to deny the brown-haired beauty that she was anything but attractive. If this had been a more private session, he'd have thrown her over the desk and started plowing into her. With how her body looked, he could only imagine how she looked underneath. Even then, however, imagining for very long would only make the boner he hid with a cross of his left leg over his right knee.


"I'm Orval. Orval Ruston. Madam, I came looking for work... and I heard you had a job."

 

[Floozer]

"Oh my, looking for work at a brothel? I would assume that the positiions here would be obvious!" She gives him a light hearted chuckle "No dear, I know what you are talking about. Had you been here to join the brothel my assistant down below could have helped you there. No, you are here for the more...advanced job I have information on." She gets up from her chair and begins slowly pacing back and forth. "My good friend and benefactor of this brothel is looking for someone special, someone she can work with on a very long project. While I don't have the big details, I do have her specifications." She clears her throat before facing Orval directly.


"She needs someone with combat experience and the ability to hold their own in a fight. Further more she needs someone who is willing to travel long distances, knows how or is willing to learn how to make bargains and trade, someone who is willing to buckle down and focus on a big picture sort of deal and above all else...someone who can follow orders and prove their loyalty. Now tell me dear, can you do these things?"  

 

[BubbleLord]

"All of them and then bury bones, if she needed."


His words had been quiet, but the man met her gaze as he moved one hand to rest on he uncovered knee,


"I've been fighting, traveling, and fucking my way around the Kingdom for a few years now. I was a blacksmith by trade, so it's not ideal to be doing this line of work. That, however, doesn't change the fact that I want to be more than just some simple blacksmith. If your woman needs help, then I can help."


Lowering his leg to the ground and aligning both feet, he'd push himself up and out of the chair to walk forward. He'd come right up to the edge of the desk, leaning over the desk enough that his erect dick could be seen straining his pants from earlier. The beauty ran a brothel so having some idea she was some fancy noble he could fool wasn't a realistic idea. Being truthful and direct was far more likely to make a woman who seemed to give off the entire epitome of sex with the smallest of sways. Were she to ask, he'd bend her over and rape her nice ass if he was ordered. It wasn't about being evil or right, it was about ensuring that he and those he cared for could survive no matter the cost.


"Where is she and how do I find her? And, if I might ask, is there any payment upfront? If it's far from here, I'll need to either buy a horse or arrange travel plans. Hell, even if it meant I had to break in one of your new girls or boys I'd probably do it... I've been scraping the bottom of the barrel for too long. I want more out of life."

 

[Floozer]

A smile slowly spreads across her face at his words and his ample display of his desires. "Oh dear, I think you will do perfectly! It is a long journey, three days on the road traveling north. While I am in no way able to pay you on her behalf, I can pay on mine. You see, I owe her a favor or two...so seeing her new partner taken care of should certainly score me some points toward her. So I offer you this deal, i will give you free board tonight, even a free meal, and provide a good horse for you to make the journey with. In return, I will need you to do exactly as you said. I am assuming you saw the cute little number in a maid outfit serving drinks? his name is Byron...and he came to me only a week ago. So far I have been kind to him but simply serving drinks isn't going to cut it. he needs to learn how to use that sweet little ass of his to please my customers. So I hope you don't mind, but I will need you to bed him tonight...and don't stop until he is begging for more."


She leans back in her chair, giving Orval a teasing glance at her near see through panties. "If your libido is still burning after that, I will allow you to play with one other escort, your choice, on the house. A lucrative deal yes? What do you say?

 

[BubbleLord]

Thinking with his dick was often a bad thing, but being offered the maid by the name of Bryon was pretty much a huge achievement. Not only would he get to rest for the night, get to eat, and get a horse for the journey... but he could pound a nice ass on the side? While it was a cocktease for her to flash her panties and only offer escorts, it certainly made sense that he wouldn't get to bend the mature woman over. He'd pull away from the desk and turn, looking around the office for a few moments before chuckling and starting off.


"I'll take him up to a room then, Madam. Consider your deal accepted... because Byron is going to be asking to be called Byra by the time I'm done with him. I've been itching for some sex since before I arrived. And if I want any of them afterward, send the naga girl."


He'd start his way out to find and approach the lad, wondering just what he was going to do to the girly boy. It was quite likely he'd fuck him most of the night... but the position was important. Breaking someone in to be a whore wasn't something he had experience in, but making a lover want more was something he'd slept around enough to discover...

 

[Floozer]

"One more thing Orval...off the record of course." She gets up and walks up to him, taking his hand in her for a moment and gently placing a key into it before letting go. "I do hope you will come by in the morning before you leave...I would hate to be a tease, but now just isn't the time. Good things are worth waiting for." With a smile she goes back to her desk, leaving him to his devices.


Orval is left with several options. He could go and claim his free meal, work with the new whore Byron, enjoy the communal room or simply rest for now. The brothel is at his disposal for now.

 

[BubbleLord]

Orval had taken the key, watching her walk back for all but a moment. He could always get his meal after pounding Byron into a proper slut. Hell, it would probably make the meal more satisfying.


He continued his path, sliding the key into his pocket for tomorrow morning. Giving it to the Madam if he had the chance was hands-down something he would have to accept.


"Maybe I'll request Tammy instead of the naga... the cute cat-kin certainly seemed flirty. Hell, that's what they're all like though. I just need to find Byron and get him to a room to fix what this place has already started..."


(Sorry for the short post =3= should be good again once we push into Byron hue but until then there's not much more to work with.)

 

[Floozer]

(Not a problem. I actually have to hit the hay. I will pick this up tommorow morning. Tootles until then!)

 

[Floozer]

Back down the stairs and into the communal room is Byron only direct course of action. Things have not changed here, people are still getting their jollies one way or another...and that horse-kin is still going at it! But none of that matters as of now, as Orvals target is still here; Byron, the cute little fem boy serving drinks in a maid outfit. With a little bit of make up and a bit of posture training he could easily pass as a young flat chested girl. That maid outfit does hide his body some what, but it does show off his smooth legs, a sign that he is playing up the girly boy act. Byron moves for patron to patron, passing drinks and sharing flirty winks and laughs...but never actually does any sex act. With his demure movements, it is most likely that he is still a virgin.

 

[BubbleLord]

Part of Orval felt jealous as he walked into the communal and saw the horse-kin rutting the human gal so thoroughly, wishing he had both the time and money to get into any sort of action like that. Sadly, the only rutting he had was part of his job and it was only for a single night. But the maid boy, with his smooth legs and flirty mannerisms, was at least going to be a ton of fun based on what he could see. If he truly was a virgin, that meant there would need to be proper foreplay to ensure that the blacksmith didn't ruin him. While he had been given permission to train him and pound the lad, Orval seriously doubted that the Madam would let him ruin any of her escorts.


"Byron," he said while nearing the fem boy with a hand moving to the trap's shoulder, "I'm Orval, someone working for a friend of Estelle... would you mind showing me to an empty room?"

 

[Floozer]

He starts a bit, caught off guard by Orval sudden arrival, but quickly regains his composure and shows him a friendly smile.


"An empty room? Of course master, we have many that you should find adequate. Please follow me." Byron's voice is fairly high and could easily be mistaken for a girls, just another plus. He gently steps past Orval and once he is sure he is following, takes him up the spiral stairs to the second floor. A light blush tinges his cheeks as they walk past occupied rooms full of particularly loud customers. Soon he steps up to a door just like any other, pushes it open and stands to the side. "Here you are master, a fresh and clean room!"


Inside is an upper class room. A large bed rests against the far wall with a night table on either side of it. A large dresser with a mirror attached sits to the right, while the left has a couch and two chairs. Directly to the left is the only other door here, which must be the bathroom. Byron stands with a smile on his face, awaiting dismissal or futher orders.

 

[BubbleLord]

The bashful and girly-voiced Byron had certainly been impressing so far, as if he were practically begging for someone to turn him into one. If it weren't for the decent make of his pants, he'd have probably torn a hole through the front of them while they walked past rooms full of no doubt happily fucking pairs or more. His eyes were fixed ahead as the door was opened, moving inside to quietly examine the rich-blooded abode. More and more he felt jealous of all the girls and boys who worked for the lustful woman or had the money for such pleasures, his eyes looking to the bed for a few moments before turning to face the smiling Byron. As patient as he was, he figured he'd use his advantage as best he could while studying more details about the maid.


"Come on in and help me undress, Byron... and make sure you lock the door."


Quietly turning to face the bed, he'd move over and sit on the edge to face the trap-boy. Rather than try to hide his bulge, however, Orval relaxed and leaned back somewhat to accent the bulge.


"I figure you can also tell me a bit about yourself... about this place. It'd be a wild dream for someone like me, but if I got well enough later on in life, I might want to buy into a place like this. Anything you know would be appreciated."


(Fleshed out appearance for Byron? Doubt it'll be anytime soon that Orval comes back, but at least he'll know more than just "look for a maid" if he wanted to revisit the brothel again.)

 

[Floozer]

Orval finally as a good look at the girly boy now that he has him all to himself. Byron has chocolate brown hair that has been kept meticulously clean and smooth. His hair flows straight and down to about his shoulders which accentuates his soft featured face a bit. Stunning orange eyes look timidly at Orval as he shuffles his feet. Smooth arms and legs which have obviously been kept hairless by regular waxing and soft by various herbal recipes. His over all body build is petite and feminine, like he has never lifted anything heavier than a large book in his entire life. Dainty hands and feet grace the ends of his limbs, tying together his female form. Over all, Byron can hardly be called a man, as he must be at least seventy percent estrogen.


Byron blushes heavily at the request, but timidly nods and locks the door before approaching Orval. He starts with Orval's boots, getting on his knees to do so before he works on his leather chest piece. "Well master, I joined this brothel a few weeks ago. I am not physically built for the hard labor of gathering lumber or managing the docks like my father and brother...so I got desperate to make it on my own. After being turned away by almost every shop in town, I ruefully came here. This place is nothing like I expected, a seedy dark building barely kept clean by old minsters, but a clean place of high quality. Madam Estelle took me under her wing and I have been serving drinks and...and giving blow jobs since then."


With a bit of effort he gets Orval's leather chest piece off and he bashfully starts working on his shirt. "As for The Siren Den itself, I do not know much. From what I have heard, Madam Estelle wanted to own her own brothel after working one for several years...but she wanted it to be clean and fancy. Things were not looking good...but apparently she suddenly just got a large sum of money over night! You can see how that went over here! Business started booming, people came from neighboring towns and cities just to spend money here! Things have been smooth sailing since then....but no one knows where that money came from...only silly rumors among the staff and towns folk." He giggles before gently removing Orval's shirt and quickly getting his pants off leaving Orval in only his loin cloth...huh, boy sure knows how to drop pants!

 

[BubbleLord]

The shedding of his armor and most of his clothes had let him examine the orange-eyed girly boy as he got quite a bit of information. His dick throbbed within the loin cloth at the part detailing Byron's experiences within the brothel such as the part where he'd been polishing cocks with that talkative mouth. The other part detailing Estelle certainly seemed interesting, since it was quite possible the one who had helped her gather that sort of money could very well be his client. But his attention came back toward the here and now, a hand moving out to gently clasp Byron's left shoulder and keeping him there. While the blacksmith lacked any distinctive marks, his chest held minuscule amounts of hair and "wear and tear" one might expect from someone who worked hard had small scratches and the like spotting his lean body.


"Well, if you ever find yourself wanting change," he said while moving the other to grab and pull the loin cloth down, "Then you could always come with me. I wouldn't be able to pay you, but... I can certainly entertain you."


All eight inches of his proud and erect dick stood at the ready before the maid, Orval moving a hand out to gently rest atop Byron's head. If he was going to be training and ensuring Estelle's newest bottom was faithful and compliant, testing his oral skills would have to be first. Breaking in that virgin ass could come once he'd been properly slathered up. The bed could be a good place to do so, since he could bend Byron over the side or get him up onto it, but part of him was considering the idea of letting loose and pounding the trap-maid into submission on the floor.


"Now, I want you to suck me slow and deep... and then you're going to strip for me. Even if you want to come with me when I leave tomorrow, tonight I'm doing a job... and that job is doing you."

 

[Floozer]

Byron is about as red as someone can get without causing health issues from irregular blood flow. His eyes dart from Orval's exposed member and back to his face as he rapidly takes in this influx of information. For a moment it looks as though he is going to protest, but he stops himself and takes a deep breath to calm down. with the best smile he can muster, the little girly boy slowly gets onto his knees and reaches out, taking Orval's cock into his soft hands. He gets a feeling for him, gently rubbing and stroking the fine dick in front of him before opening his mouth and slowly taking it inside. Inch after inch of his erect penis dissapears into the traps mouth until his nose bumps into Orval's stomach. The inside of Byron's mouth is a wonderful combination of warm and wet, but what really sets this apart from your average every day blow job is his tongue work. Light flicks, long strokes and gentle swirling motions bring Orval to a new height of oral induced pleasure.

 

[BubbleLord]

"Nnnf~... n-not bad... at all."


With all eight inches deposited within the trap's mouth and throat, it was definitely not bad. It was probably one of the best oral attentions he'd received in his entire life, the hand on the back of the boy's head easing up and off. The arm holding onto the maid's shoulder kept him in place for a few moments before the hold relaxed and simply rested atop him. The swirling tongue and breathing of Byron was enough to spark the natural primal lust of any man, Orval having to fight it off to avoid face-fucking the girly boy. His free hand moved back toward the trap's head and instead rested on his blushing cheek and feeling the warmth within his flushed face nicely.


"Were every man so lucky to have a cocksucker like you, I'd be out of a job. All the criminals would be too distracted. I can't wait until we've got you bent over with your face stuffed in a pillow, Byron. You've got a few moments to prove yourself. Succeed and I'll be gentle... but fail and you're going to be walking funny with a gaping backdoor for a day or two, even if Madam Estelle holds a grudge against me."

 

[Floozer]

Obvious fear shows in his eyes...but also a hint of excitement. With a burst of vigor the little girly boy begins bobbing his head down and up along Orval's member like it was the worlds most delicious treat! His smooth wet lips cause friction less motion while his tongue never rests to pleasure Orval as best as he can. Lewd slurping, sucking and gasping noises emerge from his working mouth as he fights between the comfort of steady breathing and pleasing his master. It would seem that pleasing his master is winning out...when one wrong thrust trips his gag reflex. In a sad display he is forced to let go of Orval and cough loudly while turned to the side, tears building in his eyes for a few minutes.


After finally settling down, he turns back to Orval with a sad look on his face. "I'm so sorry master! That hasn't happened for so long...I...I got careless! Please, let me try again!"

 

[BubbleLord]

The blowjob had been going so well, Orval's face flushed in both a mix of pleasure and uncertainty at how someone so seemingly innocent could be so awesome at sucking cock. But that all ended when Byron took the dick improperly and was forced up and off the spit-shined rod and starting coughing. All the while he couldn't help but curse his luck that the trappy maid had left him within the seemingly chilly air of the nice room, his hands moved to support himself as he looked down and between his legs to the cock. But the apology caught him off-guard, causing him to look back to the sad girly boy for all but a moment before recollecting his own words. He'd said it more as a joke, but the realization he could enforce it?


"Alright... one more... guh~... try. I want you to take your clothes off first, though. Maybe kneeling naked with a real man's cock in your mouth will ensure you're a proper maid and tend to your Master properly."


His blue eyes were greedily fixed on the trap, one of his hands moving to briefly stroke himself. It was clear that the brown-haired lad was hoping to please. Gods, if only he could take the eager boyslut with him. The things they could do on the road and between his work was vastly lewd and pleasuring, the exact sort of thing he needed to handle all that stress. Maybe then he wouldn't take it out on unfortunate thugs or bandits by fucking them into a mess...

 

[Floozer]

His eyes light up with relief and he quickly stands up. Byron undoes the bow behind him and drops the white apron in front. With practiced ease he gets the dress loose before pulling it up and over his head revealing his feminine body. Just like his arms and legs, his chest, back and stomach are waxed completely smooth and look just as soft as any woman. Surprisingly, or maybe not, Byron is wearing modest white panties instead of a loin cloth. A small bulge rests in the front but that pales in comparison to when he turns around. His back facing Orval, he shows off his perfectly heart shaped ass, just big and spongy enough to bounce a coin off of, while soft enough to grope and squeeze. The trap ditches his panties as well, leaving nothing to the  imagination as he turns around, a modest five inch long, one inch thick penis standing at full attention. His testicles are small enough that his sack doesn't hang much at all.


"I hope you like what you see master. I won't fail you this time!" With his reputation, and ass, on the line he sets back to work, quickly sliding back down Orval's cock straight to the base again, resuming his expert oral treatment. 

 

[BubbleLord]

Trappy was one thing. Basically being a woman with a dick instead of a cunt was entirely another. Orval had been almost overtaken by the instinct to fuck Byron the instant that heart-shaped posterior was shown off, the smoothness over much of his body fantastic. The much smaller cock might as well have been some sort of girl-clit with the body it was stuck to. Orval's hands moved immediately to the top of Byron's head as the stripped nude femboy deep-throated the entirety of his eight-inch prick, grabbing his hair in soft clasps of his hands. Counting on the beautiful boy making a mistake again wasn't worth the chance of losing out on fucking him roughly. Orval would start pulling him up and down the cock both faster and hard enough that his balls would lightly smack against the cocksucker's chin, hoping that the increased pace and nearly entire cock going in and out would cause even the slightest of problems. The tongue and mouth service were excellent... but now Orval wanted more, his voice shaking with the pleasure he'd already built up.


"I love what I see... you're a whole lot more eager to take a cock in that virgin backdoor of yours than I thought GUH~... showing off your ass like that!"

 

[Floozer]

Byron's eyes water and he holds back his gag reflex as best as he can. It takes a great bit of self control and determination to hold out over such rough treatment, but sheer willpower can only get you so far. After a few minutes in Orval's hands he is forced to put his hands on the bed and push back, out of his masters grip, and onto the floor. He hacks and coughs while on his hands and knees as he tries desperately to get his breathing back to normal. Once normality has been restored, he sits on his knees and faces his master, face down in shame*


"I...I couldn't do it master. I am not used to such rough treatment. Please forgive me." Never before has someone sounded so bummed out over a failed blowjob, but as they are his main source of service, it must mean more to him than normal.

 

[BubbleLord]

The gagging and rough sucking had been almost as beautiful as the femboy who had been making such a fine blowjob. It was certainly an amazing experience while it lasted, but he'd released Bryon when he pushed off the cock and worked to restore his breathing. All the while, however, Orval's prick had been painstakingly imagining the prize he'd be receiving for his harsh abuse. But rather than let the boy stay down and pout on his knees, the mercenary rose up and off the bed, moving around and behind Bryon.


"Tsk tsk, Bryon," he said as he slipped around behind the maid, resting his dick over the brown-haired boy's left shoulder so it could be seen, "I guess I'll forgive you... but we had a deal. I gave you once chance... get up and bend over the end of the bed. I want you to present your ass to me..."


Sliding back to give Byron room, he'd wait for the orange-eyed beauty to start moving as a new thought came to his mind. If he were to make Byron swear to only take his cock, then Estelle would likely be more pissed... but having a personal hole would be swell anytime he might come back around. Not to mention he'd likely turn into a cock-hungry slut just to get off through any means but anal. It was diabolical... and tempting even to the man who tried to stay on the moral high-ground. Tempting enough that he figured he'd say it, the blacksmith feeling like the cat-kin that got the canary-kin.


"I want you to swear that even if the Madam asks you that you won't let anyone use your hole. If she insists you have to... then you're going to ask for how to find me and you'll come to me. I can't say for sure if my new job will be profitable, but based on how it was presented to me I can tell you I won't be going anywhere. And once I'm done with you, you're going to want only me inside of you."

 

[Floozer]

Nervous, afraid and aroused, Byron stares at Orval like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He walks on shaky legs over to the bed and lays himself over it, presenting his picture perfect rear to Orval.


His voice wavers a few times before speaking properly. "I...swear that my hole is for you and you alone master. You and only you will be my only source of please." He swallows thickly before reaching back and spreading his cheeks open for Orval to see his tight pucker. "Please, claim me as yours!"