Pain and.. pain?

Alright, I decided to add another chapter already, mainly because it was done and I could:D I'm currently writing chapter 11 so expect another update in a few days. Hope you guys like it!


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CHAPTER 9



Simmons, known by the kids at the Cave as ‘The Keeper’, sent a man to pick me up that same evening. The big bulky man, who I had seen before working as a doorman at the Cave, drove me across town to the shady looking building where he led me in through the backdoor. I had stopped crying; as much as dad hated tears, The Keeper hated them even more. If he saw you cry he cut your pay in half, unless, of course, the customer had requested tears. The man who picked me up took me to the back office and knocked on the door before opening it and pushing me in, without coming in himself.

I stepped into the depressing grey office nervously and kept my eyes on the floor until the familiar raspy voice said.

“Cabe, it’s been a while.”

“Yes, sir.” I said quietly and glanced at the older man quickly before returning my eyes to the floor. The Keeper, Mr. Simmons, was an old man, in his sixties I guess, with silvery grey hair and piercing eyes that didn’t seem to be of any color. He was a little over weighted but you could see that he had been a fit man in his younger years.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Strip, let me see how damaged you are.”

My chest gave a little twinge at being called damaged, but it was true. The Keeper knew as well as anyone that I wasn’t sent to him unless I was unable to fight. I pulled my arm free of the sling carefully and dropped it on the floor before removing my clothes and dropping them on the floor as well. This happened every time someone came to work at the Cave. The Keeper would assess your value again each time; the more damage apparent, the less you’d earn by customer. More bruises meant less money. The Keeper roamed my body with his eyes for a while before stopping at my bruised shoulder. Other than that I had little bruising, just the few dad had caused with his punches and shoving today.

The Keeper got up from his chair and walked around his desk to stop before me.

“Give me your arm.”

I lifted my right arm carefully and winced when he took hold of it. I waited patiently while he flexed my arm and tried not to show my pain. If he’d know how much my arm really hurt, he would cut off my share again and that only meant that I’d have to work here even longer.

“Do I need to get a doctor to see you?” The Keeper asked and I kept my head down when answering.

“No, sir, I’ve already been in the hospital. I have the medicine I need, sir.”

“Good. And you need to hold it still, I assume?” the big man in front of me asked and I lifted my head up to look at him in the eyes.

“I can use it while working, sir.”

The Keeper watched me closely for a moment before nodding and letting go of my arm. He returned to his desk and said.

“You can put your clothes back on now. Room 11 is free; you can take it for yourself. I assume you’ll be popular as always so you can sleep there as well. Your father said he’d inform me when he wants you back. Go get showered and ready, I’m sending the first client up in half an hour.”

“Yes, sir.” I said quietly and dressed quickly with trembling hands. Dad hadn’t said how much I’d have to earn before I could go back home. I had no way of knowing how long he’d make me stay here. Probably until I had made rent money but I knew we were only missing half of the month’s rent so that couldn’t be more than few days. Unless dad intended me to stay here until my arm had healed. I realized that it could take weeks and felt weak. I didn’t want to stay here that long.

I opened the door carefully and stepped into the hallway, noticing another muscled man standing behind it waiting with a sobbing little boy. I frowned at the boy slightly and wanted to say something to him even though I knew it wasn’t allowed. He was way too young to be here, he only looked about ten years old. Not any older than I had been when I had been brought here for the first time, I reminded myself and forced myself to move past them without a word. The kid would be alright, I had survived, so would he.

I climbed up the familiar staircase to the first floor and walked down the hallway to reach number eleven. This had been my room before as well. I opened the door nervously and stepped in. I let the door close behind me and just stared at the room numbly for a moment. Nothing had changed really since I had last been here. The sheets were of a different color but the four poster bed was still there with bondage gear hanging off of the frame. The sight of wide leather cuffs made me shudder and I forced myself to look away, hoping that none of the customers coming to me tonight were into bondage. I don’t think it would do good for my hurt arm to be bound right now.



A quick shower and a change of clothes later, I was now wearing light black trousers that hugged my butt perfectly and a tight t-shirt with the hem ending just above my navel. I felt uncomfortable but forced myself to relax and hide my feelings while I sat on the bed, waiting for my first customer of the night. It was already considerably late and I guessed I would only have to serve two or three men tonight, maybe less if I was lucky, compared to the usual four or five that The Keeper sent to me when I was here.

The sound of the doorknob turning made my heart race and I forced myself to lower myself on the bed, until I was leaning on my elbows, and look towards the door. The man was well dressed, wearing a dark suit with a tie and shiny shoes and I forced a smile on my lips. I had been taught how to serve customers properly the hard way; after my first night working, The Keeper had taken me to his own bedroom and told me what to do. I learned fast, not ever wanting to end up in his bed again and he had never gotten complaints about me again. I could act like I wanted this to save myself from pain. Pain was all I got in life but at least I could try to minimize the agony.

“Hello.” I said as softly as I could, managing to keep the tremble away from my voice and the man smiled at me greedily.

“Hello. What’s you name, little boy?” he asked while pulling off his tie and I bit my lip carefully.

“My name is what ever you want it to be, sir.” I said, using the line I always used.

The man busted out laughing and said.

“That’s such a cliché!”

I just shrugged my good shoulder slightly and got up from the bed to help the man undress. I was still nervous and afraid but old routines were starting to take over. I knew what was expected of me and I knew I could survive this. I only needed to deal with one customer at a time, not to think about the rest of the night, the rest of the week, possibly the rest of the month.

As soon as I got close enough, the man’s hands were on me; touching everywhere they could reach while I kept on undressing him slowly, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder.

“Tell me your name.” The man demanded and I bit my lip nervously before telling him the name I had told every customer since I had first started working here.

“Thomas. My name is Thomas.” I said quietly and tried not to pull away when the man’s hot mouth pressed against my neck. His breathing stank of old beer and I grimaced at the feeling of him slobbering all over my neck. I pushed his pants down and the man stepped out of them before pushing on my shoulders as a hint. Dutifully I knelt down and took him in my hand, rubbing on it gently at first before lowering my head over the tip. The man groaned loudly and pushed my head down roughly, forcing me to take him deep into my mouth. I didn’t like giving head, even less when my head was forced down, but I didn’t struggle when the man took hold of my head and started to rock his hips upwards. He came quickly and I gagged down the bitter cum, trying not to throw up.

“On the bed.” The man said the second he let go of my head and I staggered onto my feet before he’d yank me up, I didn’t want to risk anyone touching my hurt arm and possibly make it worse. He pushed me on the bed on my back and pinned me down quickly with his body.

“You’re sexy.”

“T-thank you, s-sir.” I mumbled a reply and couldn’t keep the tremble out of my voice. I wasn’t so sure of myself anymore and tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I quickly shut my eyes and tried to force my body to relax under the bigger body. No tears, no tears, oh God, please!




The man wasn’t rough but not exactly gentle either and when he finally left, I let the tears slip past my closed eyelids. I had hoped that I would never have to come back here again and I just wanted to crawl under the bed to hide. I turned away from the door quickly to hide my tears when I heard it open and brushed the tears away from my eyes before turning towards the door again and forcing a smile on my lips. The next client smiled back and was already undressing himself.




When the morning came, I was sore and disgusted with myself. I stank of sex and bodily fluids that were not mine and I couldn’t help the tears anymore. I was curled up on the bed, staring across the room with tear blurred eyes when I heard the door open and closed my eyes, not sure if I could deal with another old man groping me right now.

“Good job, Cabe. Good to have you back, I hope your father doesn’t want you back too soon. You’re good for the business. Get cleaned up, there’s breakfast in the kitchen.” The Keeper said from the door and he was gone before I could reply.

I pulled myself together, wiping away the tears away a little angrily and limped to the attached bathroom. I moved around mechanically, not really registering what I was doing and before I realized I was walking downstairs to get to the kitchen. I saw other boys passing me but didn’t acknowledge them; there was no point making friends here, I wasn’t staying.

It was the quiet sobbing that caught my interest. I looked around and saw a door to one of the room slightly open. I frowned and walked closer quietly, not wanting to let who ever was inside to know I was there. I peeked in and frowned deeper when I saw the little boy from yesterday sobbing his heart out on the floor next to the big bed. I saw the bruises forming on his thin young body already and felt a pressure on my chest. He reminded me of myself when I was younger. The boy looked up suddenly and his big brown puppy eyes widened in fear at the sight if me. I glanced around in the hallway and when nobody was looking, pushed the door open and went in, closing it behind me softly. The boy was scattering away from me in panic and I crossed to room quickly to the bed. I pulled a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around the young shivering body before offering a gentle smile at the panicking boy and saying.

“Hi. I’m Jason.”

“T-Tristan.” the boy stuttered carefully and kept his eyes on the ground. I bit my lip nervously and asked.

“Are you alright?” The boy looked up and was about to say something when his eyes widened in fear suddenly. I was about to tell him not to be afraid of me when The Keeper said from the door.

“That’s enough, Cabe. Go to breakfast, we have some business to attend to with Tristan.” I glanced at him and then the shaking boy in front of me.

“No.”

“Excuse me?” The Keeper asked sounding more amused than angry and I turned to face him.

“He’s just a kid, don’t hurt him.” I said and tried to hide my own fear. I had been on the receiving end of The Keeper’s wrath before and I’m telling you, it’s not fun.

“He’s older than you were when you first came to me.” The Keeper said and stalked closer to us. Before I had time to react, he had caught my right arm in his tight grip and pulled me away from Tristan. I cried out in pain and tears burnt in my eyes.

“I’m pleased with your work at the moment; don’t disappoint me now, Jason. Go for breakfast and get some sleep.” The Keeper said and shoved me away from him before easily picking up Tristan from the floor and carrying him out of the room. I could hear Tristan sobbing again and dashed after them, horrified to see The Keeper taking him to his own bedroom. I stood frozen still, watching how they disappeared around the corner and only got my legs working when I heard the bedroom door slam shut. I ran down the hallway just to hear the door click when it was locked and slumped down against the door with tears in my eyes. No, no, no.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and pressed my forehead against them when I heard Tristan scream from pain inside. Why was he hurting him? How could anyone hurt a little boy like Tristan?