ONE YEAR LATER
It took a long time for Eli's turbulent life to settle into a routine. Not that he didn't still hate every second of it, but at least he wasn't surprised by new developments every day anymore.
It had been a whole year since his questionable worldwide fame had begun. It had also been the day his family had disowned him.
The attorney had kept his word and made sure Eli was in capable hands. He had a manager now. Although usually, a manager was supposed to take a cut, not all of the money. And managers didn't wake their clients up by fucking them in the ass.
Anyway, Eli lived in a tiny apartment where he kept his muscles well trained and growing whenever he didn't have a gig. Those gigs consisted of him humiliating himself in front of crowds, either at perverse concerts or in clubs. Rarely on private parties. He didn't even know how much his manager asked as pay for his services.
As much as Eli wished he could just break out of his situation and fuck girls again, it was truly impossible for him to cum without anal stimulation. And the attorney had told the truth about the substance chemically castrating him. He couldn't orgasm. Very weakly at most.
He had to be milked regularly or the cum would build up painfully. Luckily for him, there was no shortage of guys who fucked him with sufficient brutality.
After the horrible day last year, Eli had spent the first month healing and getting used to his new situation, serving men all day. Then with every passing week he had gotten more work. The sucking and fucking turned into full body worship.
He had hoped he would get used to it, but he was after all straight. Therefore the disgust about his activities never lessened.
But his life wasn't all bad. He had a TV, he had games, he had gym equipment and he had regular lessons of pole dancing that kept him busy. The only money he was allowed to earn for himself came from his activities in the strip club above which he lived. Every night he went downstairs and danced for the men, hoping one would pay him for a fuck.
Some men wanted to worship Eli's body instead. That sounded nice at first, but the boy soon realized that they didn't mean kissing his abs. No, it meant whipping and paddling and spanking him. His enormous dick offered a lot of area to inflict pain.
The strangest thing that had happened since that day was when he got to meet Van. The two boys should have gotten along, since they had gone through the same thing. Instead their shame was so great, they could barely look each other in the eye.
Regardless, the attorney insisted on them fucking each other for a porn movie that neither of them were paid for. Eli had been in a lot of movies already. And why not? He had been filmed when he had first received the marks, there was nothing left to hide.
Today, the attorney came by for one of his regular visits.
"Hello, faggot," he said as he entered through the unlocked door.
Eli's name was whatever his clients wanted to call him. The attorney preferred faggot exactly because it caused Eli the most grief.
"H-hello, Sir," the boy said with his girly, lispy voice that had only become higher over time. He fell to his knees and opened his mouth.
"Oh no, I'm not here for my blow job, faggot. Your next costumer is waiting downstairs. Your manager filled your schedule for today already. Anyway, the reason I checked by is that I have something to tell you."
"What, Sir?"
"Is it correct that you hate the way you're forced to live? And that you are disgusted by every activity you have to do? The cum eating, the dick riding, the name calling. Because I have a solution for you."
"Really? What is it?"
"A loophole in the butchered deal would allow you to take on the very rare mark that turns you into an actual faggot. You would like all those activities, or at least wouldn't mind them much."
Eli was stumped. The idea of turning into a fag was horrifying, but given his current situation it was perhaps preferable. "Alright, I'll do it."
"Great, boy. I only need parental consent."
"No way! My parents would never talk to me."
The man sighed. "Then I can't help you. If I don't get their permission I can't use the loophole. We could make a separate deal, you and I, but in that case you would have to purchase my service like everybody who comes to me."
"How much does that cost?"
"At the rate you earn from the strip club activities, I'd say you'll have the money in ten years or so. Well I'll be around another day. See you, faggot."
The attorney left Eli behind. The boy began to cry. Seconds later his next costumer entered. The man who paid the manager for the right to use Eli was turned on by the tears and skull fucked his victim harder than usual to keep the tears flowing.
Ten years. Eli had something to look forward to. Turning into a true faggot anal slave whore.
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