He knew what was going on; he knew what I was being forced to do next. I preferred to stay in the dark.
“I don’t like this.” It wasn’t the first time Erik had said, and most likely not the last. His voice was still soft and delicate, just like he was. He was the one who could cry at the drop of a hat, and I wasn’t sure why so many men found that so appealing.
Yet, I was the one that was told – no, demanded – to wear this thing.
I didn’t know what to call, and I refused to think of the name. It was bad enough that my body was responding to the silky fabric that swayed around my hips and down my legs. Thin straps kept the material from falling off my body, although the top part was pretty snug around my upper half.
Males were not made to wear such things, yet here I stood in front of the only mirror in the entire place where we slaves were permitted free range. The black color made my skin color pop, almost like I was darker skinned than I was.
“Asher...”
“You know I can’t not wear it,” I muttered, running the brush through my chin-length hair once again. The slight curl was all-natural, and Will hated the fact that my hair was so easy to take care of. I had been prohibited from cutting it, according to Mr. S. Why the man singled me out in such ways bothered Will more than it did me, to an extent.
I wanted to be normal, invisible with the others. But I wasn’t having any such luck.
I turned, seeing my erection poking out, causing the silky material to stretch outwards. I wanted to hate the fact that my body liked the touch of this thing I was wearing.
“Tonight-“
“Will be like all the other nights. Chill,” I huffed. Even though, deep down, I knew it wasn’t.
Tonight was different.
Each of us boys, all five of us, were to wear something different. Slacks and a nice shirt. A cheerleading outfit. A speedo, and that was all. One was completely naked. A dress.
My heart did go out to the boy who wasn’t permitted to wear any type of clothing. He was the newest to the group, and couldn’t stop crying. No amount of threats was getting those tears to stop, despite Erik’s attempts.
“Hot.” One of the other boys, one I didn’t bother to remember, said, eyeing me up and down. This one had no shame whatsoever. He always had to comment about what I wore, or how I looked. It was getting on my nerves, but I knew he wouldn’t be here for too much longer. He wasn’t one of the favorites of Mr. S.
This time, I didn’t stop my eye roll.
“Looks like you enjoy it. Just like you did with those lace things last week.”
I turned away from the mirror, not wanting to see my blushing reaction. Yeah, I kind of enjoyed lace, although Mr. S didn’t like it. Not just on me, but he didn’t like how easy it was to tear after a single wash.
Which was okay. It was better to not be forced to wear something I did like. I was better off with keeping everything covered, or to be totally naked. Liking things wouldn’t end up well. And as long as I could pretend to not pull off such things, then hopefully my body would get the message.
“Two minutes!” The warning came through the speaker, just like so many times before.
I had long since gotten used to the barking numbers and time limits. Most of the time, it was always dark outside when we were released from our shared prison, only to be sent straight to Hell when that door opened.
I never knew what would happen. Most of the time, it was just one-on-one time with Mr. S. A guard or two would stand, keeping watch as he enjoyed my services. I’d get treats afterward, like a candy bar or soda afterward. And, he wasn’t too bad. He hadn’t hurt me nearly as much as other men have.
It didn’t take much time to figure out that I was indeed one of his favorites. I was called more often than Will was, but I wasn’t always as mouthy, so that probably worked in my favor. And unlike Will, I didn’t return with hand-shaped bruises on my face because I couldn’t keep my thoughts to myself.
There were also a few times I was called to service other men, a floor lower than this room. It’s where the lights were turned down a notch, and low thumping music filled the space. In that dark space, the smell of sex was stronger. There were also girls, but they never looked anywhere but at their tasks for the night.
Over the past few months, while watching most of the boys come and go, changing who was what number, I learned to never wish something on someone else. There were times I felt sorry for them. But really, I was positive that we were all dealt the same hand.
Just, some of us had trouble learning the unspoken rules harder than others. Hence, why the naked boy who was trying to hide his privates by placing his hands over his pelvis, was naked instead of me or Erik.
Our bodies did not belong to us.
We were to take care of them. Shower, shave, or wax, which was preferred by Mr. S or someone else. We were required to eat and drink and stay in shape. We couldn’t gain too much, or too little. We had to be near perfect.
If not, then we were punished. Bruises were the only exception. That was there to show the others that we hadn’t followed orders. Although, the few times I had come back with bruises or marks, was because Mr. S wanted to see how far someone could beat me before I cried.
I didn’t much care for that game, but I didn’t have a say in that. I never did, nor would I.
