We Were Born To Lose

I hadn't moved since I was ravished. I had my eyes closed as I listened to the man put his clothes back on.
"See you next week." He said before leaving. I sighed and let myself lay there for a while but I knew I had to get up. I had to clean myself for the next one because "No one wants a dirty whore." I gingerly got up due to the pain in my lower abdomen and shuffled to get my jacket and put my boots on. I took a slow walk to a lake. This lake was the only thing keeping me sane. It's calm clear water with fish in it was so soothing to come to after a day of torture. I stripped down and stepped into the ice cold water. Goosebumps covered me but I continued to go farther and farther. I could still feel the man's hands on me, burning my skin but the water soothed them with it's icy temperature. I dunked under the icy water and allowed myself to cry under it's icy veil. I hated this. I hated being used everyday. I used to have hopes and dreams. I'd find someone nice, we'd start a family, I'd give my everything to them and they'd do the same for me too…But no. This had been my life since I was thirteen. My parents found out I was gay but surprisingly they didn’t kick me out. They didn’t like me anymore but they didn’t alert authorities or have me killed either, though that was probably just to protect their reputation more than it was to protect me. Anyway, they died leaving me on the streets when Mr. Smith, or my master, found me. He seemed nice at first, he fed me, clothed me, gave me a place to sleep as opposed to curling up with the dogs to share body heat against the October chill, but then one day he realized that there was a real need for pleasure to gay men. It's all done in secret of course since homosexuality is punishable by death. If a guy wants me, he'll knock on my master's door and give him a rock. He will do this three days in a row and then on the fourth day, he'll show up with money. My master will lead him to my room where he will spend an hour fucking the living daylights out of me, then leave. If he wants, he can be a regular customer and he down't have to do the rock thing, he can show up with the money. The rock thing is just for new comers. I have ten regulars. I see one everyday and an extra on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. That's not even including the new comers. Sometimes they only come once, sometimes a few times, sometimes they become a regular. My meals depend on how much I please the customers but I'm never fed much anyway because "No one wants to fuck a fat whore." I finished cleaning myself and stepped outside. I know what you're thinking, "Why don't you just run away?" I've tried. I had been working as a personal slave for a week and it all became too much and I tried to run. My town, Rivguard, is pretty far from any other town. If you tried to blindly run like I did, you'd starve. I passed out and when I woke, I was back in my bed. As punishment, My master held a special discount where people only had to pay one gold coin as opposed to five. I had been fucked by ten men in one day. I was in so much pain and emotional misery that it is safe to say that that was the worst day of my life. I dived under the water and came up. This was my lake, as far as I knew, no one else knew about it. It wasn't far from town, about a half hour's walk but it was hidden by a grove of trees and a small cliff. Most people just stuck to the trail instead of exploring. Normally what I'll do is keep a few buckets of water in my room to wash off with and at the end of the day, come here. It was growing dark and I knew that I had to get back or face a horrible beating. I put my clothes back on and walked to the house. I'd pleased my costumers well today, I should earn a potato, a roll, and maybe a chicken breast. I walked into the house and sat on the table was a plate with a roll and chicken.

I've had much worse.

It was true. Once all I'd gotten for dinner was a small bite of bread. Master cooked dinner on Wednesdays because he knows I have most of my customers on Wednesday.
"Thanks." I mumble. He didn't respond, he normally doesn't. I finished my diner quickly and fall onto my bed.



"GET UP!" I jerk awake at the loud sound and the sharp kick to my stomach. My master is standing over me looking pissed as usual.
"M'up." I mumbled, jerking myself up and clutching my stomach.
"You've got a client in an hour." He spat.

Great.

I sigh as I get up. I grabbed my chew stick and brushed my teeth. The mint of the wood woke me up and freshened my breath. Master says that whores should have fresh breath for their clients. I just wish they'd take the same courtesy for me. I eat a quick breakfast and tidy up my room. I'd just finished throwing my last shirt in the wardrobe when I heard master say,
"Go right up." With a tone of voice that was almost too nice. Today was Mr. Bertran, though he liked me to call him Wade. I lay on my bed with my shirt off and waited for him to open the door. The second that door opened, it was my job to be as sexy as possible.
"Hello Wade." I smiled as if he was the only one I wanted to see although that was far from true. Wade was a skinny, lanky man with a small dick.
"Hello Jacky." He said with a gruff voice. I repressed a grimace, I hate it when he calls me that.
"What's wrong?" I asked, getting up from the bed and sauntering up to him, swaying my hips in a sexy way. "Have you had a bad day?" I looked up at him with a innocent expression. Wade didn't say anything. "I could relieve some of the pressure." I continued, my fingertips dancing along his hemline. His hands flew to the side of my face and he kissed me hard, shoving his tongue down my throat making me want to vomit from how disgusting he is. He pushed me to the bed and ripped his shirt off. He got back on me but I flipped him over. I attacked his neck as I undid his belt and pushed his pants down. He did the same and palmed me through my pants. I groaned, pretending to like it and after kissing his neck, careful not to leave hickeys, I went south. It was so small I had to be careful to not let it fall out of my mouth. He groaned and his hands wrung in my hair.
"Mmm Jacky...So good." he growled. I hummed in reply and sucked as hard as I could. After a few minutes, he grabbed me and threw me under him. He positioned his tip at my entrance and pushed in slowly. He was actually one of my considerate clients because although he doesn't stretch me, they never do, he goes slow until I let him know it's okay to go fast. Most clients just slam into me with no concern as to if I feel like I'm being ripped in two. I looked into his eyes and nodded to show him it was okay to move. Now came the tricky bit because I had to cum but after he does. If I cum first then they don't like it, but if I don't cum at all, they'll get mad. Luckily your body responds to sexual stimulation so I just have to hold off cumming. If I feel myself getting close, all I have to do is open my eyes and I'll be good for another twenty seconds. Harsh I know, but it works. "OH GOD JACKY!" He screamed, slamming into me. I hated this. I hated the movement; the feeling of him inside me, the feeling of his lips on my shoulder, the way his hands roamed up and down my body, I hated it all. I moaned an exaggerated moan but he seemed to buy it because he released in me and soon after, I allowed myself to do so also. He was out of breath and sweaty when he gave me one last kiss and put his clothes on and left. I got up and washed myself off with one of the buckets I keep in my room and got ready for the next one. Yup. It's just great to be me. Same as before, I heard master say "Go right up" and my least favorite client came into view. He was actually very good looking. He was tan and his body was toned but not too muscular with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes and he bathed himself so he smelled nice, the problem was that he had no regard as to how much pain I was in. He always slammed into me completely dry which was one of the worst feelings on the world. Still, it was my job to suck it up and attach my lips to his. I didn't bother asking him to go slow because I once had in the past, making him angry and he went extra hard and fast. He wasted no time on forplay and just flipped me over and started pounding into me. Little whimpers escaped my mouth and I clenched the sheets because it felt like he was fucking me with a knife with a double sided edge. I wanted to vomit from the pain but if I did that, master would beat the living daylights out of me. After an eternity, his hips sputtered and he pulled out. I sighed and fell onto the bed. He pulled her pants off and left without saying a word. He wasn’t one of the clients that wanted me to cum. He just wanted to fuck me and leave. Like I said, It's just great to be me.

Notes

Title Cred: This Ain't A Scene It's An Arms Race by Fall Out Boy

There's probably a lot of mistakes but it's late and I was at the beach all day so I'm tired.
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