Sundown Sinners

Chapter Ten: Bowels of the Brothel

Pale hands clutched my hips as I bounced up and down on a perfect cock. His shaft was so straight, hard, and beautifully shaped that I would have thought it was carved out of marble by a famous artist. I couldn't remember the name of the man who was buried deep inside of me, his head thrown back in pleasure; But I doubted it truly mattered.

The men that Jacks had rented for the night were both extremely handsome, and yet complete opposites of each other. One of them, the one that was currently carving out my insides into the shape of his dick, was pale with light hair and blue eyes. In a movie, he could've played an innocent, twinky prince. He was lean but still strong enough to lift me on top of him and use me like a fleshlight. The other man, the one that Jacks had bent over the bar counter of our room, had darker skin the color of sun-touched earth. His dark hair was shorn close to his head, and his considerable muscles glistened with sweat in the candlelight.

A light slap on my cheek brought my attention back to the man who was pounding away inside of me. His ocean eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, but they held a sharpness that informed me that he knew this was for work more than for pleasure. He was making his money, as I had done in front of the camera what felt like forever ago. Somehow, that didn't actually diminish the experience. Then again, maybe I was only enjoying it so much because I was still tipsy.

"You want to cum, Elliot?" My escort asked, biting his bottom lip against the overwhelming urge to climax himself.

"Yeah." I panted in response, my arms wrapped around his neck as I sped up my pace. The blonde boy was seated in a wooden antique chair, the cushion embroidered with tiny pink flowers. I was straddling him, my face turned toward his, my hard cock dancing up and down with each thrust. I had already cum once since screwing this man, but Jacks had said that, if I was up for it, we would have these two gentlemen in our service until sunrise. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew we couldn't be too close to dawn.

"Put your arms behind your back. Don't touch yourself." The man used one free hand to grab me by the chin and the other to stroke my dick, slow and sensual. I did as he asked, closing my eyes tight against the building pleasure.

"Open your eyes." The blonde man commanded. "I want you to look at me as you cum."

I did as he asked, gritting my teeth against the intense urge to splurge my spunk onto this man. I wanted to last longer, even though I had no idea how long we had been going at it. When I met his blue orbs, however, my resolve shattered. Almost instantly, I bucked my hips and painted his chest a sticky, viscous white. He looked down, flashing me a faux-shy smile in response.

"Good boy." He cooed, removing his hand from my dick so he could stroke my cheek. My body twitched and shuddered in response to the stimuli, but I knew it was far from over.

When Jacks had turned me around to face the prostitutes in the bath room, I hadn't known what to expect. Both of them had been so tall, so self-assured, and so used to hesitation that I actually started to feel like I knew what I was doing. The blonde boy had chosen me immediately, or maybe the dark-haired boy had chosen Jacks.

Either way, with a plan to switch sometime later, I was led naked to a room with a queen bed, a table, a bar, and a few chairs. The men-of-the-night took their time lighting each of the twenty candles around the room, allowing Jacks and I a minute to sober up. When it was finally time, I was led to the bed by my suitor-for-the-night and told to lay on my stomach. I received easily the best massage of my life, complete with a happy ending meant to loosen me up for the activities to come.

I still shuddered when I remembered the feeling of his cool hands gliding along my back, dipping lower, lower, until they were between my legs, spreading my cheeks open. I was still plenty ready from my mingling with Jacks, but that didn't deter the boy from thrusting his fingers inside of me nice and slow.

Slowly, he massaged inside of me, his fingertips pressing against my prostate and causing my hips to buck. I groaned, pushing my face into the pillows to stifle the noise. My escort had reached down and pulled my head up gently, leaning over to whisper in my ear. He wanted to hear me when I moaned. Without me saying so, he had assumed a role of dominance that made my knees quiver and my heart race.

Now, I found myself laying on the bed as my sweat was sponged off of my body with a warm, wet cloth. Apparently, renting a whore at a classy establishment like the House of Fate was more of a full-service experience than most places. Instead of paying by the act, you paid by the hour, and that meant that if you didn't last to the end of your allotted time, your "partner" stayed and helped you with whatever else you needed until the clock was up. According to the boy, Madame Destiny liked her guests to feel pampered. Important.

There were other unforeseen benefits to spending a night at the House of Fate too. Not only could you purchase supplies at the door and have your horses fed and stabled, but you also could gain skills quite rapidly once you paid a small entrance fee. With Caleb bankrolling us, Jacks and I planned to level up our Gambling and Seduction skills as much as possible before we were kicked out.

With a loud thump, Jacks collapsed on the bed beside me, panting. His arm was draped over his face, hiding the upper half as he wheezed for air. I glanced over at him as my escort moved onto massaging my quads, calves, and feet.

"Everything you ever hoped for?" I mumbled, feeling relaxed for what felt like the first time in forever.

"And more." Jacks agreed with a satisfied sigh. He rolled onto his side, his arm falling away from his face so he could glance at me. "What about you?"

I looked at the boy who was dutifully working out the knots in my right calf muscle and smiled slightly. "I definitely had a good time." Maybe it was just me, but I could have sworn that made my prostitute smile.

As the dark-haired boy got to work on Jacks, the outlaw groaned and bit his bottom lip. He must have been as sore as I was from the ride, or near enough to it. We allowed ourselves to enjoy the hospitality of the House of Fate until we both, accidentally, fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was still dark outside. Jacks and I were now covered in the quilted comforter; Jacks sleeping soundly as he cuddled up against the pillows. Our two companions sat across from each other at the far end of the room, a deck of cards between them. They played their game silently so as not to disturb us. Not feeling very tired anymore, I watched them with a vague interest.

Each man had ten cards in his hand. A card was placed on the table between them, and the dark-haired boy shook his head. The blonde boy grabbed it up eagerly. A stack of coins sat on the table as they played, placing cards down and picking them up seemingly at random, but always keeping their hand at ten. Very soon after I started watching, the blonde boy carefully laid out his cards for the other boy to see. With a silent wince, the dark-haired boy did the same. Without so much as a noise, the blonde boy grabbed the coins and moved them to his side of the table, offering a slight tip of an imaginary hat.

"What game is that?" I asked in a whisper, trying not to wake Jacks. Both men jumped slightly, but their expressions remained polite and vaguely sultry.

"We don't have a name for it yet." The blonde boy responded with a slight smile. "We came across it recently. Some prospectors taught us the rules."

"We could teach you? It isn't hard." Suggested the dark-haired boy.

After a moment of hesitation, I nodded. After all, what was the harm?

The harm, I learned after a few hours, was that the game was very addictive and very easy to learn. Before I knew it, the sun was peeking through the cotton curtains as I laid down my winning hand, trying to keep my voice at a whisper as I squealed with victory. Both the blonde boy and the dark-haired boy grinned at me, displaying hands that showed that my luck was very, very high.

We had decided very early on that playing for money in a game like this, being where we were, was not the best idea. The more money I took from them, the less they would be paid for their services. The more money they took from me, of which I had none, the more indebted to the Madames I would become. Instead, we played for sexual favors, which had taken a fun game to a new, exciting level.

On my first round, I had lost spectacularly to the dark-haired boy, whose name I learned was Elias, spoke with a heavy Jamaican accent. In return for his win, both me and the blonde-haired boy, whose name was apparently Arthur, got on our knees and sucked his dick together. The act had been embarrassing, our naked bodies so close as we knelt beside each other, maintaining eye contact as our tongues dragged along his long shaft. Our tongue kept grazing each other, and soon Arthur's hand had found my cock and began to stroke it in time with Elias' moans.

Arthur won both the second and third rounds. With his win, he got onto his hands and knees on the floor and spread his legs, keeping his mouth open. Without a word, I thrust my cock into his waiting mouth as Elias gripped his hips and thrust inside his tight ass. We tried to match each other's pace, but Arthur's lips around my dick felt so good that I couldn't concentrate on anything else. My hands tangled in his blonde hair, pulling him deeper and deeper around my dick.

I glanced at the sunlight filtering into the room and frowned. I guessed that I wouldn't get my reward for finally winning the card game, but that was more than fine. After all, I had so much sex since walking through the large, white door of this establishment that I was pretty sure I should have been a master of Seduction by now.

Jacks still snored away in the bed, the covers thrown off of his naked body now lying in a crumpled mess at his feet. I moved to stand from my chair, but the two prostitutes stood first, shaking their heads.

"But," I whispered urgently. "Don't you have to leave?"

"We leave when the job is done." Elias responded with a slight smirk.

"And the winner still needs his prize." Arthur teased. He came toward me and spread my legs open, pulling me to the edge of my seat. Elias climbed onto the chair and tugged my head back by my hair, though gently. With a grin, he thrust his cock in my mouth as Arthur tongue-punched my asshole.

When Jacks finally did wake up, it was just in time to see me guzzling down the cum of our companions. I knelt right beside his bedside, my hands held out in front of me as if to splash my face with water. Elias came first, his semen spurting into my open mouth and coating my tongue and chin. Arthur missed his mark, hitting my cheek and across my nose. As the leftover cum dribbled into my hands, I licked it up obediently.

"Damn..." Jacks mumbled, holding his throbbing head. "I didn't mean to pass out... Have you guys been fucking all night?"

I swallowed my load of cum and accepted a towel from Elias gratefully. As I used it to mop up the remnants, I glanced at Jacks.

"Sort of. I fell asleep too." I admitted.

Jacks groaned as he sat up, wincing more. "Fuck, I drank too much last night. I always do when I come here... everything is just so good."

At his words, Elias jumped into action and opened a small door that blended in with the wallpaper so well, I hadn't known it was there. Inside, there were two ropes. He pulled on one twice, then waited. After a moment, the ropes vibrated as someone else pulled on them from an unseen floor. Another moment passed, and then the ropes were moving, delivering two small plates with what looked to be eggs sitting in little, intricate cups. The top of the eggshell was sliced cleanly off.

"Hard-boiled eggs?" I asked as Elias brought the two plates to Jacks and I.

"Prairie oysters." Jacks corrected, grabbing his egg carefully. With a preemptive grimace, he downed the contents inside, trying not to gag as they entered his mouth.

I glanced down at my own "oyster" with a furrowed brow. Inside the eggshell appeared to be an amber liquid floating on top of a dark liquid with bits of raw egg mixing in.

"It's best if you don't hesitate." Jacks mumbled weakly. "Down it." After a glance around the room, I sighed and did as I was told. The taste, as one could expect from something named a "prairie oyster", was despicable.

A prairie oyster was a common hangover cure first used in the mid-1800s, and consisted of a raw egg with yolk intact, mixed with worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, pepper, or vinegar, and sometimes alcohol. The texture was all wrong; Slimy and sticky as it coated your tongue in a foul-tasting film. I gagged as it slid, snail-like, down my throat. I hadn't even been that hungover.

"We should get going." Arthur spoke up, taking our plates from us. "It was very nice to serve you gentlemen."

"Yes." Elias agreed. "If you come back to the House of Fate, please consider calling upon us again."

Jacks and I didn't answer, our mouths feeling like the inside of a lubricated condom. We tried to wave at them as they left, but the moment the door was closed, we both gagged and retched.

After a moment of fighting for our lives against our bodies' natural responses, we finally managed to crawl out of bed and wash our faces in the basin of water sitting on the sole dresser in our room. We pulled on our clothes from the night before which sat neatly folded at our bedsides before making sure we had all of our belongings before we made the arduous journey back to the main floor of the House of Fate.

Not a second after reaching the bottom of the grand, winding staircase that led to the private bedrooms, we were accosted by Madame Destiny. This morning, she was wearing a floral gown of a bright lilac, decorated with leaves and white flowers. Her sleeves were slightly puffy and short, with white lace trim around all edges.

"Gentlemen!" She giggled, waving a lace-gloved hand. Jacks and I glanced at each other nervously before approaching. After all, there wasn't anywhere to escape to. If we wanted to leave the House of Fate, it would be through her. As we reached the bottom step, Madame Destiny took both of our hands and began to pull us behind her to a room sitting just beside the front door.

"I must tell you the information I promised you." She grinned wickedly. The door held a nameplate on it that read:

Madame Destiny's House of Cards

Need to know when you'll strike it rich?

Get your fortune read today!

Scheduled appointments only. No exceptions.

"I'm afraid we don't have an appointment." I mumbled under my breath, but Madame Destiny had clearly heard me as her nails dug into my flesh.

"Don't be silly, dear. You want answers, and I will give them to you. Let the cards tell you what you need to know."

"No." A voice spoke, but it did not belong to Jacks or I. Instead, a woman materialized behind us. Her dress was dark and bland, as was the hood sitting on her shoulders. What was impressive about her appearance, however, was her tumbling mass of curly, dark hair that spilled over her shoulders, hiding her bosom from view. Her skin was slightly tanned, her eyes so dark that they were nearly black.

"Sister!" Madame Destiny released us immediately, her hands flying to her chest instead. "I didn't know you were still here."

I glanced between Madame Destiny and the mystery woman, who seemed perfectly neutral, though you would have thought she was vibrating with rage if you saw the fear-stricken expression of the blonde matron.

"I will read their fortunes." The woman's voice was lower than her sister's, and very calm. She did not hold a tone of seduction or wickedness that I had come to recognize from Madame Destiny.

"But, I-" Madame Destiny gasped.

The dark-haired woman turned on her heel and stalked back into the House of Fate. Without hesitation, Jacks followed, motioning for me to come with him. I cast a final, questioning look to Madame Destiny. She had gone uncharacteristically pale, her red lips now looking like a smear of blood instead of an enticing smirk.

With a shiver, I turned on my heel and followed the horrifying woman into the bowels of the brothel.

Your Gambling skill has been raised to Level 2!

Your Gambling skill has been raised to Level 3!

Your Seduction skill has been raised to Level 5!

Congratulations, Cowboy!

You have leveled up. You are now Level 5!

You have one skill point to allocate.