Downward Spiral

by Patrick Richards

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. I don’t want to do it.”

  “I don’t care what you want. You’re a worthless slave, and you’ll do what you’re told immediately, without question. And for that attitude, you’ll be punished when you get back. Now get your fucking ass out in that car and do your job.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Chapter Seven

  We got to the hotel, and I reluctantly went into the bar. Jack was coming in after he parked the car to make sure my first night went smoothly.

  “You must be Sissi,” the bartender said. “I’m Phil.”

  “Glad to meet you, I think.”

  “Hey, I know you’re nervous, but you’ll get over that before the night is out. By the way, I suggest you talk in a more feminine voice. Anyway, while working here, you are not allowed anything alcoholic to drink. If one of your johns buys you a drink, I fix you one without any booze. Now, I understand you might not be here this weekend, but after that you’ll work seven nights a week from three until midnight Monday through Wednesday, from noon ‘til closing Thursday through Saturdays and Sundays from noon to six. Sometimes on Sunday nights you’ll be rented out for house parties, but usually you’ll spend the night with a body coach and trainer. There are no sick days and no other days off unless you have permission from me or Lilly. I’m sure she told you, but I get 25% of everything you take in, tips included. Most all the guys you will serve know the rules, but if you have any problems, just let me know. Lilly expects you to give her at least a thousand dollars a night. You’ll make that here is you hustle. Remember to use a condom with every john. I think most of the guys are safe, but we aren’t taking any chances.”

  I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he realized I was thinking.

  “What’s the matter, boi?”

  “That’s almost 60 hours a week.”

  “I know, and most weeks you’ll be here even more. Sucking cock and getting fucked is your job now. Some guys like a little extra, but you’ll deal with it.”

  “What do mean, extra? Turning tricks isn’t enough?”

  “A couple will want to spank you or whip you with their belts. There are customers who have other fetishes they need to get them off.”

  “Do I charge extra for that?”

  “Of course…. The last guy charged $25 extra for a spanking and $10 a stroke for the belt.”

  “So what do the other perverts want?”

  “One’s into golden showers, and another guy will want you to whip him just to get him up. It’s nothing you can’t handle. You know how a whipping gets you hard.”

  “Do I charge extra for that?”

  “Sure, you’re here to make money. I’d charge $50 to piss on him and the other guy $50 for the whipping.”

  “Shit…,” I whispered.

  “Your first john will be here most any time. Make him happy. He’s a banker and always tips well. You’ll use room 203. It’s on the right next to the elevator.

  “Duncan usually likes a blow job, but he’s rather large in the penis department. I hope you don’t have any trouble deep throating his huge cock.”

  “Duncan, the banker?”

  “Why, do you know him?”

  “Probably.”

  “Well, here he is right now.”

  Now I was scared. I’m being used by someone that I know. He’s handled much of the family’s money for a good many years.

  “Duncan, my good friend. We have a new girl to serve you today. Sissi, this is Duncan.”

  “I’m glad to meet you, Sir. Shall we go upstairs?”

  Once in the elevator, he looked me straight in the eyes.

  “I heard you retired and decided to explore different things, but I didn’t expect it to be here.”

  “It’s not what I expected to be doing this either, but sometimes you have no choice in the matter. Ah, here we are, Sir,” I said with a little smile.

  I opened the door to the room for him and helped him take off his jacket.

  “How do you like it Sir? Do you want to stand or maybe sit on the bed?”

  “I like to start by sitting on the bed so you can worship my monster, but then I’ll stand so I can hold the back of your head and face fuck you really deep and hard. You can handle that , can’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He undressed and sat there naked in front of me. Phil was right. He was very well endowed. His cock was at least seven inches long, and it was still soft.

  I opened a condom and covered his cock. That was difficult in itself. Very gently I kissed his cock head before moving down to his massive balls. I did my best to please him. Finally when he was as hard as a poker, he stood up. I looked up at him, as he pushed his huge dick into my mouth. I sucked on it and ran my tongue along his shaft. Finally I felt his hands on the back of my head as he slid it into my throat. Then he started. It took him several minutes before he blew.

  “That was good, Tommy. You’ll do.”

  “Tommy doesn’t exist anymore Sir. I’m Sissi now – slut and whore.”

  “I heard you got a divorce, and she took you to the cleaners.”

  “You might as well know, Sir. She took everything. Mistress Margo owns me. I am her slave.”

  He laughed. “Did you do it willingly?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’ve heard of things like that, but I never thought it was real.”

  “Oh, it’s far more real than you know. Believe me.”

  “Well, I’ve got to get back to the office. I normally come in every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, but I came today since you were here. So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, as he handed me a hundred.

  “I’ll have to change this downstairs, Sir.”

  “No, you keep it. You earned it.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  I helped him dress and escorted him back to the bar.

  “Well,” Phil asked.

  “OH, he’s definitely a keeper,” Duncan responded with a smile.

  I just sat down when another guy approached me.

  “Sissi, this is Samuel. He’s a partner at Parker, Allen and Parker.”

  “I know. How do you do, Sir?”

  “I’m fine, Thomas. How’s your new life going?”

  “It’s okay, Sir.”

  We went upstairs, and he fucked me as hard and deep as his huge black cock could go. He handed me $150 and said he would see me tomorrow.

  And that’s how it went. I knew half of the johns that used me. By the time my shift was up, I had over fifteen hundred dollars in the desk drawer. I was used and felt dirty, but that made no difference. This was my job now. I just wondered what would happen when Margo came back home.

  Jack drove me home and let me in the back door of the store. He told me to go right to the dungeon. Lilly and Annie were there waiting for me.

  “Well, how’d it go, slut?”

  “It was okay. I made you a lot of money.”

  “Good, go in your room and undress and then get your ass back here. We have a little bit of attitude adjustment to take care of from earlier.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  When I got back, she had me sit on a bench where she locked my ankles in a set of stocks.

  “Anybody say anything about the stripes on your ass?”

  “Yes, several. Most of them told me they’d be glad to add some to it.”

  “We might get to that later. Annie…. Why don’t you lock his wrists in those cuffs on the side of the bench and then gag him?”

  “Have you ever heard of bastinado?”

  “Yes, Mistress. It’s the caning of the soles of someone’s feet.”

  “Exactly, and you know what? It hurts far worse than a caning on the ass. I’d be willing to bet you’ll lose that attitude after tonight’s punishment.”

  Annie pushed an oversized ball gag behind my teeth and buckled it tightly behind my head while Lilly went to get a couple long, thin canes. She handed one to Annie.


  “We’re each going to give you half a dozen strokes. It might not sound like much, but I’m sure you’ll find it sufficient.

  I watched as she took her hand back, taking the cane around behind her. When she brought it around, you could hear it cutting through the air. It sounded like a jet fighter on a quiet morning. Its impact on the soles of my feet echoed through the chamber, but it was nothing compared to my gagged and muffled screams. Like a sonic boom, it made me shudder and fight to escape, but the solid timbers were too strong for me to budge.

  They were in no hurry, letting the initial shock subside before hitting me again. I shook my head back and forth and silently pleaded with them to forget about the remainder of my punishment, but it was never considered. I vowed to never disobey them again, but they couldn’t understand me. Instead, Annie cocked her arm and brought the cane around as fast as Lilly’s.

  I closed my eyes and tensed every muscle, as I waited for the cane to hit. It didn’t help. The pain was just as bad, making me slightly dizzy and ready to puke. It didn’t stop them though. Over the next long hour they raised the remaining welts on the bottoms of my feet, bruising them deeply, all the way to the bone.

  “I’m going to open the stocks, but you aren’t to move your feet. If you do, they’ll be locked back in, and you’ll get another dozen. Understand?”

  Tears were streaming down my cheeks, as I nodded my head.

  Lilly pushed a boot onto my foot with a five inch heel. It forced my foot to point down almost into that en pointe position much like a ballet dancer. She buckled it tight and locked it on with small padlocks, making it impossible to remove. She did the same with the other one.

  “Those will help with the swelling, so you can still be in heals tomorrow,” Lilly explained. “It doesn’t matter how sore you are, you will never miss a day of work. Understand?”

  I nodded my head.

  Annie released my wrists from the cuffs before they made me stand up. I winced in pain, as I put weight on my feet. Leather manacles were put on my wrists and fastened to the winch cable. With a little hum, they were drawn up above my head, but not pulled high enough to take the weight off my feet. It was difficult to stand there, but what choice did I have?

  Then Lilly removed the lock in my Prince Albert and removed the hollow sound left from last night. She covered the sound with antiseptic and pushed it back into my urethra, so she could lock it in place.

  “Are you going to question the authority of your Mistress again, slave?”

  I looked her straight in the eyes and shook my head in the negative.

  “Good. You’ll learn that pain is such a wonderful teacher. If it happens again, your punishment will be far worse.”

  “So Annie, have we had enough fun for one night.”

  “I think so.”

  “Good. Let’s go to bed. We know where he’ll be in the morning.”

  I screamed and yelled, but they left the chamber, leaving me standing there until they decided to return.

  There was no way to escape the agony in my feet, as I stood there for the rest of the night. I tried to hold myself up with my arms. I even tried to switch from one foot to the other, but that didn’t work either. Finally I just gave up and suffered until I was released in the morning.

  When my arms were lowered, I sank to my knees.

  “Get up, slave! You’ll deal with it. I punished you for your bad attitude. You deserved it. I’m sure you didn’t sleep at all last night, so you can go in your room and rest before getting ready. Then you’ll get up and start learning to do your own makeup. From now on, you’ll let your hair grow out. That way, you won’t need a wig after a while.”

  By noon I was back at the hotel turning tricks. Being Friday night I was really busy. There was never a break. I sucked more cock and was fuck more times than I could even count. Phil was really happy with the turn out. I guess he had passed the word to some of their previous clients that he had a new whore.

  Before I left, Phil told me that Charles was not going to need me for the weekend. He was going to be out of town as well. That was a blessing in disguise. The brutality of him and his friends is beyond equal. Since Lilly was away, I would stay in the room upstairs and work on Saturday from noon until three in the morning.

  “My God! That’s fifteen hours.”

  It didn’t work out that way. At eight in the morning Phil woke me. There were four bikers downstairs who needed to be satisfied. He told me just to shower and clean my ass. There was no need to dress. He’d send them up in half an hour.

  As I put on my wig and lip stick, there was a knock on the door. I quickly slipped into my panties and invited them in.

  “So what do we have here?” one of them said.

  One of them called me fresh meat

  And his buddy said, “Looks like a fuckin’ faggot to me.”

  Immediately I knew I was in trouble.

  “I’ll tell you what, boi,” the first guy said. “I think you’d better get that frilly, little jock strap off, so we can see what we’re dealing with.”

  I didn’t argue.

  They laughed, as they looked at me.

  “It’s no wonder you suck cock. That tiny thing isn’t as big as most women’s clits. Maybe I should just cut that worthless thing off and save you all the humiliation,” he said, as he pulled an eight inch hunting knife from his boot.

  Two of his buddies grabbed me and held me down, as he took hold of my cock.

  “What in hell is this?” he asked, as he looked at the shiny tube that was locked in my dick.

  “She called it a stretcher tube, Sir.”

  He laughed before taking hold of the lock that held it in my piercing and pulled up hard, forcing me to lift my ass from the floor.

  “This thing looks like a place to put garbage, doesn’t it Roy?” he asked one of his buddies.

  “I was thinking it’s more like a skinny, little ashtray. It’s just about the right size.”

  “Well light one up, and we’ll check it out.”

  “No, no, please don’t,” I begged.

  “Stuff something is this asshole’s mouth to keep him quiet.”

  Someone grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to silence me. The smell of smoke filled the room, as he drew in a long drag on the cigarette. He flicked off the ashes, leaving the red glowing embers of the burning tobacco. Then he pushed it down the tube until it was completely out of sight.

  Instantly I felt the burn as the fiery tip singed the inside of my piss tube.

  “M – m – m….”

  Then he released my cock and grabbed my balls.

  “These are rather useless on a queer boy, aren’t they?”

  Then he looked closer, noticing the marks and bruises from previous tortures. He squeezed them in his powerful fist and lifted my butt better than a foot off the floor.

  “Someone’s been having fun with these, haven’t they?”

  “M – m.…”

  My balls were in the palm of his hand stretched through his powerful fingers. They were squeezed into the bottom of their sac, which made the thin, tender skin extra tight. Then he picked up his knife once more and touched my nuts with its razor sharp point. Instantly a drop of blood appeared. That seemed to turn him on.

  “You know what I’m gonna do now, faggot?”

  My eyes widened, as I looked at him.

  “I’m gonna carve my name right here on your fuckin’ balls. That way you’ll always remember me. B…,” he said, as he scratched out the first letter. It didn’t cut all the way through, but blood instantly appeared. “I… L”

  I moaned and shook my head as he continued.

  “L…. There, that makes you my cunt. I’ve marked you.”

  It didn’t hurt that bad, but I screamed and fought them as best I could.

  “Now, I think we’ll have our fun. Let’s see how well you suck cock,” Bill said.

  He pulled his thick leather belt from his jeans and wrapped it around his hand a
couple of times.

  “If you don’t do a good job, I’m gonna use this on your ass ‘til there’s no skin left.”

  Suddenly his jeans were open and a huge, uncut dick hung in front of me. His buddies pushed me down on my knees and shoved me up tight to his crotch.

  “Come on, boi. I don’t have all day.”

  I reached my hands up and took hold of his tool. It was really dirty and had a foul odor. Reluctantly I licked the end the heavy foreskin. Quickly he moved my hands away and pulled the skin back exposing the large mushroomed head. Immediately he shoved it in my mouth. It was disgusting, but I had no choice. I’m sure he would have castrated me if I refused.

  “Suck it and lick it, faggot! Clean all that cheese off it and then make me cum.

  I did, and it grew, filling my mouth and pressing on the back of my throat. He wasn’t concerned with any foreplay. He just wanted a receptacle for his seed. He grabbed my head and forced his dick deep in my throat. Then it began. He pumped hard for several minutes before blowing his load in the back of my mouth.

  “Swallow it, boi. It’s good for you. They say it’s pure protein.”

  That was just the beginning. For the next hour and a half, they used me. Each of them fucked me and used my mouth for their pleasure as many times as they could. But, finally they were done.

  They each put $150 on the desk and left the room. I couldn’t believe it.

  I knelt of the floor for a few minutes before filling the bathtub with hot water and some body wash. I just got in and soaked for a while. Finally I had cleaned myself both inside and out but was far from being ready to start my day. Besides, I was a little worried. None of them used a condom.

  By noon, I was dressed and down at the bar waiting for my first trick. Phil looked at me and passed me a glass of wine.