#bitch onceler

SECTION FOUR

“Gent?”

Gent slumbered in his bed.

“Gent?”

His eyes closed tighter, he began to stir.

“Mister Onceler?”

He could barely hear a familiar voice echoing distantly from his dreams, but he just wanted to be left alone.  He clung to his pillow as he tried to escape into his fantasies.

“Let me try.  HEY, BITCH!!”

“AHH!!” Gent shot up in a startle, then glared at Wantsler.  “You brute!”

“Did you really have to scream in his ear?” Bitch crossed his arms at Wantsler.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Wantsler defended.

Bitch sighed before turning to Gent.  “Dinner’s ready.  We made pizza, and have potato chips.  Want some?”

“No thank you,” Gent replied, lying back in bed.

“How bout a movie?” Bitch asked.  “It doesn’t have to be a porno.  We just got Thor 2, or we can rent that romantic comedy about the two chefs…”

“No, thank you.”

“Well… how about poker?  Or Super Smash Bros?  Or-“

“Why do you try so hard?”

Wantsler spat out, “Because it sucks to spend your days off lying in bed like a bitch.”

Gent scoffed.  “It is good.  It is bad.  What is the line with that word?”

Bitch sat on the bed and brushed some bangs out of Gent’s sulking face.  “Come on, we’re trying to cheer you up.  And you’re not making it easy on us.”

“Who says you should try?” Gent asked.

“Who says we shouldn’t?” Crud asked, standing in the doorway.

Gent opened his mouth for rebuttal, but didn’t have the words to say… well, anything.

“Come on guys,” Crud called out. “Pizza’s getting cold and beer’s getting warm.”

“Sausage and pepperoni!  Yay!”  Wantsler cheered as he raced out of the room.

Bitch looked down on Gent with a soft smile.  “Well?  You coming?”

Eventually, Gent looked up with a soft smile.  He sat up and gave a yawn and a stretch, before getting up from his bed.  He followed Bitch down the hall to the game room, a room for the bitches to hang out and spend their time playing games.  There were a variety of games, from darts to a billiard table, from video game consoles of every kind to a collection of board games.  There was even a card table in the corner, where Crud would love to hold a game of poker at least once a week.

There were paper plates, plastic cups, bowls of chips and boxes of pizza perched on the side of the billiard table.  Beside the table was a small cooler stocked with two liters of soda and cans of beer.  “So what’s the game?” Crud asked, standing by the card table as a hint.

“Maybe we should have Gent choose,” Bitch suggested.

“Me?” Gent asked, as he looked over the spread on the table.  “What is the occasion?”

“You, bitch!” Wantsler called out.  “Damn, you’re dense!”

“Wantsler,” Bitch warned.

Gent paused a moment before he gave out a chuckle.  “How about a board game?  Like, Monopoly?”

“Are you sure?” Crud asked.  “Those games could end in fights.”

“Why should it?  It’s simply for fun,” Gent commented.

“I’d choose Sorry or Trouble, but it is Gent’s choice, so…” Bitch goes to fetch the game off the shelves of board games.

“I call banker,” Crud called out.  “Called it.”

“As long as you don’t cheat,” Bitch replied.

“I told you, I landed on Free Parking when you weren’t looking,” Crud defended.

“I’m buying all the railroads!” Wantsler proclaimed.  “Whoever buys a railroad, they are dead!”

Gent helped the others set up the game board and pieces.  They each chose their tokens:  Gent chose the top hat, Crudler the battleship, Bitch the wheelbarrow, and Wantsler the spinning wheel (which he kept calling the cannon).  After rolling to see who goes first, Wantsler began the game, and yes, landed on his first railroad and bought it.

The game went on without a hitch.  Everyone went around the board a few times, all while exchanging pleasantries and eating pizza and drinking sodas or beers.  Even Gent helped himself out to a slice of pizza and a cup of soda.  The conversations started out as shooting the shit about the various sex acts they performed lately for clients, but it shortly evolved into random conversations about what movies are playing, who’s planning to do what on their days off coming up, things like that.  It pretty much turned into a nice game amongst friends.

At least until Crudler began making negotiations for trading properties.  He was a good businessman, conning Bitch and Wantsler out of better properties in the guise of good deals at the time.  However, when Crudler wanted Gent’s Marvin Gardens, he would politely decline.  Crudler would be fine about it, but over time he became ruthless.

“Come on!” Crudler snapped.  “I’m giving you two thousand dollars, New York Avenue, Oriental Avenue, Water Works and both of my get out of jail free cards!  Just for that one property!”

Gent looked down at his card to Marvin Gardens out of curiosity, almost like he was considering it.  “Hmm… no thank you.”

“Oh fuck!  What do you want, a blow job too??” Crudler snapped.

“He’s not going to budge, Crudler,” Bitch groaned before taking a sip of his beer.  “Just give up and take your damn turn.”

“Why don’t you throw in Philadelphia Avenue,” Wantsler suggested aloud.  “That way he can have a monopoly too.”

Crudler reached over the table and smacked Wantsler on the side of the head.

“OW!!  What!” Wantsler snapped. “That’s what I would have done!”

Gent couldn’t help but laugh at the two.

“You guys!  Keep it down!” Bitch called out through the chaos.

“Yeah!  Some pimps are trying to sleep!” Pimp yelled.

The four grew quiet in fear as they saw Pimp staring them down from the doorway of the game room.

“It’s eleven thirty,” Pimp ordered.  “You three bitches have work in the morning, and you bitch,” he pointed to Gent, “need your sleep.  Now clean up!”

“Yes Daddy!” they all said as they scrambled to clean up the mess.  Bitch ran downstairs to put the food away, Crudler and Wantsler ran to their bedroom.  Gent finished putting the game away before running to the bedroom as well.

Gent went to the dresser to pull out his red silk pajamas.  As he undressed out of his nice red jacket and black slacks, he overheard Crudler and Wantsler bickering from their beds.

“Great job, bitch,” Crudler spat.  “I could have SO won that game.”

“You were already winning,” Wantsler snapped back.  “You had three hotels and practically the entire bank.”

“And I could have had a second monopoly if you’d shut up and let me finish my trade with Gent.”

“You would have never gotten Marvin Gardens from Gent.”

“Oh yes I would have.”

“Would not.”

“Would too.”

“Would not!”

“Would too!”

“Would not would not would not would not!”

Pimp stormed into the bedroom and pulled each of them out by the arm.  “That’s it!  To the basement with you two!”

“No!  Daddy!” Wantsler pleaded as he was dragged down the hall.

Crudler followed behind Pimp debating, “Daddy, it wasn’t my fault!  That bitch wouldn’t shut up!”

“I don’t care!” Pimp snapped.  “You two bitches are keeping me awake!”

Bitch entered the bedroom shortly after, with a confused look on his face.  “What did I miss?”

Gent finished buttoning up his pajama top.  “Wantsler and Crudler are going to be punished.”

“Ah.”

  SECTION FIVE

Gent awoke with a mild smile on his face.  He heard silence in the house, he must have slept in.  It was quite relaxing, usually the bustle of the morning would wake him.  He sat up and gave a big yawn and stretch, then buckled down when he felt a pain in his rump.

He grimaced.  Oh.  Right.  That.

Dragging his feet, Gent made his way to the bathroom and performed his humiliating routine of cream and suppositories.  After washing his hands, he went to get dressed in his red suit, then went downstairs to make breakfast.  While heating the kettle however, he found out that it was almost noon.  He shrugged, and decided to make lunch instead.  He took some bread from the pantry then dug through the fridge to find some mayonnaise and cucumbers.

“What are you making?”

Gent looked up from the fridge and saw Pimp standing in the doorway, smiling and looking curious.  “Oh, Pimp.  I thought you were working.”

“I took a break,” he explained.  He approached the island and placed a hand on the counter.  “So, what are you making?”

“Herbal tea and cucumber sandwich,” Gent replied as he placed the cucumbers and mayonnaise on the island by the bread.

“Sounds a little light,” Pimp thought aloud.  “How about some fried bologna and cheese too?”

Gent looked up at Pimp with a smirk.  “Are you inviting yourself to lunch?”

Pimp grinned.  “I’m asking if you would like to join me for lunch.”

Gent and Pimp ended up making their lunch of tea, cucumber sandwiches, fried bologna and cheese sandwiches, and a couple of tea cookies as well.  They sat in the corner of the dining room, which was dressed up like a little nook for Gent to have tea.  It even included a bay window that Pimp had installed so Gent can enjoy watching the outside world while he sipped his tea.  The two ended up enjoying each other’s company as they ate their lunches and sipped their tea, looking out the window, even if the view was to the fire escapes of an apartment building across the alley.  It was still lovely just to watch a babysitter watching two kids and an old man walk his dog.

Some time passed before Gent readjusted his seating, moaning from the uncomfortableness.

“Still hurts?” Pimp asked concerned.

“A little,” Gent replied.  “It is getting better.”

Pimp smiled.  “I’m glad.”

“This… happens often, does it not?” Gent asked.

“The lunch?  Nah, it’s more of a surprise,” Pimp replied.

“No, I meant the… you know…” Gent motioned behind himself.

“Oh, the diseases.”  Pimp cleared his throat in awkwardness.  “It occurs from time to time.”

“Often?”

“Not really.  I take good care of my bitches.”

“How often?”

Pimp sighed, trying to think.  “Nine months… a year… something like that.”

“Have you…”

“Have I what?  Oh, are you seriously asking your pimp-“

“No.  I am asking my boyfriend, who sleeps with his bitches.”

Pimp paused, buying his time.  “Once.”

“Mister Onceler,” Gent gasped.

“It was before I met you.  And it wasn’t that serious.  Just burning and… discharge.” Pimp shuddered.  “Be lucky you got what you got, that’s what I have to say.”

“When we first made love… did you have it?”

Pimp shook his head.  “It cleared up long before I met you.”

“Oh thank goodness.  And you are cured of it, right?”

Pimp replied sarcastically, “No, I would never tell the love of my life that I have VD.  Get those thoughts out of your head, Gent.”

Gent replied softly, “That is all I ever think about.”

Pimp looked at his boyfriend curiously.  “Gent?  Are you thinking… what I think you’re thinking?”

“Sometimes,” Gent replied.  “More now than ever.”

“Gent, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because… I also kind of like it.”

Pimp smirked.  “Well well, Gentleman…”

“It is…” Gent put his cup of tea down on the table.  “It is an invigorating experience, yes.  To get relieve and release all the time, and to please your clients well.  It is a rewarding and… amazing experience.  But… it comes with a lot of price.  Well, this,” he motions to his bum.  “And the depravity, and the humiliation… and the rape.”

“Wantsler, huh?” Pimp asked.

“And, on occasion, Crudler,” he admitted.

Pimp rolled his eyes.  “You should have told me, I would have punished him for you.”

“But I cannot deny that I did not gain anything from the experience.  Bitch Onceler and I are so close, and Crudler and Wantsler are nice people when they are not being such brutes.  You have shown me that you do treat your bitches well, even if some of your clients, not as much.  And, I did gain plenty of experience for the bedroom,” he smiled admittedly.

Pimp chuckled.  “You must show me once you’re all cleared up.”

“Oh, I have shown you plenty of times, Mister Onceler.”  Gent’s smile faded.  “I just… wish I had more time to show you.  With trying to keep up your pimp persona, and keeping equal attention to the other bitches, and how hard it is to gain a reward… I spend less time with you than I realized.”

“I see…” Pimp leaned over and placed a hand on Gent’s hand.  “You want to quit.”

“For now.”  Gent continued, “Maybe I will return, from time to time, incognito, of course.”

“Of course.”

“But now… I just want to be me again.  To be a gentleman that focus more on romance than sexual favors.  To focus less on pleasing everyone and more on pleasing my boyfriend.  To… call my pimp my boyfriend again.”

Pimp smiled, holding Gent’s hand.  “I will always be your boyfriend.  And your pimp.”

Gent chuckled at that added comment.  “For now, I just want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Then what say we go out tomorrow?”

Gent’s face lit up.  “Really?”

“Sure.  I’ll give control of the brothel to Crudler while I’m gone.  He’s great at getting things done in my absence.”

Gent smiled.  “I’d like that.”

“Great.  I’ll have the bitches move you into my room tonight.”

“Actually, can I sleep one more night in the bitches’ bedroom?  I think I should say goodbye to the bitches first.”

“Oh, but it’s not really goodbye.  You’ll still see them around.”  Pimp added suspiciously, “Unless you just want to fuck around with Bitch once more.”

Gent playfully pushed Pimp away.  “Mister Onceler.”

“Come on, we don’t have to stop fucking the bitches if you don’t want to.”

“Mister Onceler, no.”

“Okay, but Wantsler’s gonna be mighty pissed if he doesn’t get his rewards.”

“Let him,” Gent grinned.  “You can punish him if he falls out of line because of it.”

“Oh, now who’s being a brute?” Pimp teased.  He looked down at his watch.  “Oh shit, I gotta get back to the study.”

“Go ahead, I will clean up,” Gent offered.

  SECTION SIX

“You’re quitting?” Bitch asked.

“Bitches can’t quit!” Wantsler pouted as he flopped onto his bed.

Gent finished folding the last of his bitch clothes and placed them neatly in Bitch’s dresser.  “Pimp is allowing this bitch to retire.”

“This is because of the VD, isn’t it?” Crudler asked.  “Come on, it’s a little VD.  It’ll go away.  Hell, you could have gotten worse.”

“It is not because of that, though it is in part.” Gent chuckled.  “But I will not be leaving.  I will always be around.”

“Yeah, as Daddy’s boyfriend,” Wantsler spat.  “Means no rewards.”

“Sexual, no,” Gent replied.  “If it helps, Pimp has been talking me into group sex.”

“Are you considering it?” Bitch asked, curiously.

“No.”  Gent smirked a little.  “A little… but no.”

Crudler laughed.  “You are such a whore.”

“Perhaps it has rubbed off on me.”  Gent finished his work and turned to the bitches.  “However, I turned down spending my first night with Pimp to spend my last night with you guys.”

“What fun is that if you’re diseased?” Crudler asked.

“We can fuck each other,” Wantsler thought aloud.

Gent chuckled, albeit nervously.  “I was thinking we can hang out, watch a movie… in those little poiles we are known for.”

“Fuck piles without fucking?” Crudler asked.

“It’s not so hard,” Bitch commented.  “Gent and I cuddle all the time.  He likes to cuddle.”

“I hate cuddling!” Wantsler whined.  “It’s so boring!”

Gent rolled his eyes.  “If it helps, I thought one of our movies shall be a porno.  One of my favorites:  Creamy Goodness 3.”

Wantsler looked up interested.  “Okay.”

“But first, can we watch a romantic comedy?” Gent asked.

“Of course,” Bitch politely replied, before the bitches could moan in protest.

It took some doing, but the movie night began with little hitch.  The TV in the bitches’ bedroom was glowing with the opening credits of Creamy Goodness 3, guess Crudler and Bitch won that round.  But they were fully clothed with each other piled on top of one another on the bedroom floor, facing the TV.  Gent was lying on his side, Bitch curled up close to him.  Wantsler was flopped over Gent and Bitch’s waist like a blanket, watching the TV in an upside down position.  Crudler was lying behind everyone, but still pretty close, and with no obstruction to the TV.

The explicit soft core porn played on, with the female lead fucking everyone looking for the right girl to satisfy her.  The film showed dicks, ass and tits, but above that it looked like normal humping and moaning you see in every porno. 

“I always wonder why he left Ron,” Gent asked as they watched the film open with the lead female fucking her boyfriend goodbye.  “He was so perfect for her.”

“Well, Creamy Goodness 2 was supposed to be her last film,” Bitch explained. “But when the actress came back, they had to make a third one.”

“Meh, who cares?” Crudler added.  “This follows the same formula as every other in the series:  She fucks, she girl talks, rinse and repeat for about sixty minutes.”

After the lead had girl talk with her friend for about twelve minutes, the next scene was the lead getting fucked by a trucker in a gas station men’s room.  The only one who seemed turned on by it is Wantsler, who was pleasuring himself while everyone else tried to ignore it and watch the film.

“Okay, I will say it,” Gent said aloud.  “Sex in a public restroom is the least sexiest fantasy.”

“Where would you like to be fucked?” Crud asked.

“Someplace romantic,” Gent replied, “like a hotel room in Paris overlooking the tower.”

“Sex on the beach for me,” Bitch replied.

“Pfft, that’s a cliché,” Crudler replied.

“Still a classic,” Bitch replied.  “ What’s your fantasy, Crud?”

“What fantasy?  Sex is sex.”

“Yes, but what setting would you desire?” Gent asked.

Crudler hesitated, then said softly, “In an NFL locker room.”

“And you call mine cliché,” Bitch teased.

“Shut up.”

“Shh, here is my favorite scene,” Gent hushed, as the movie was going to go straight from a gas station to a sorority house.

Wantsler looked up shortly after finishing.  “A lesbian orgy?  Gent, I thought you were gay.”

“I am,” Gent replied.  He added with a light blush.  “I simply like breasts.”

“Oh, you do?” Crudler replied in a playful tone.

“Yes, the way they bounce so lightly, and how luscious and pristine,” Gent smiled.

“No wonder women are your favorite customer,” Bitch commented.

“Yes, but I like a good dick in me rather than the other way around.”

Bitch gasped.  “Mister Onceler!”

The other two just laughed.  “Now that’s a bitch!” Crudler called out.

“Daddy doesn’t have tits,” Wantler pointed out.

“Yes, but I can forgive that.”

The three bitches couldn’t help but laugh at the notion.

“Hey,” Bitch asked. “You ever think of topping Daddy?”

“On occasion, I admit,” Gent commented.  But I believe I can hardly satisfy him.”

“With all the tricks you learned, you just might,” Crudler thought aloud.

“Daddy never bottoms!” Wantsler snapped, as if offended.

Gent smiled.  “Yes, well… I cannot wait to sleep with Daddy, I mean, Mister Onceler again.”

“Lucky bitch,” Wantsler pouted.

“Yes, he is,” Bitch smiled.

The night continued onward pretty much in that accord, watching films and talking over them.  After the porno was over, they put in a random romantic comedy.  It was something about a boy and a girl liking each other, growing up to be rivals, then ending up falling in love.  Some silly thing like that.  Must have been silly since the four fell asleep, one by one, during the movie.

~~

Gent awoke to Bitch sleeping beside him, Crud and Wantsler were gone.  Gent looked up to  spy the alarm clock by the TV.  “Honey, wake up,” Gent nudged Bitch in the arm.  “It is 7:26am.  You are going to be late for work.”

“Huh?” Bitch yawned as he sat up.  “Oh yeah.”  He stripped out of his clothes and went to change into some fresh clothes for the day.

While Bitch was getting ready for work, Gent ventured downstairs, following the smell of pancakes and bacon.  “Good morning,” Gent chimed as he entered the kitchen.  “May I have some breakfast?”

“I don’t know,” Crud asked, flipping some pancakes.  “Can Daddy’s boyfriend eat with his bitches?”

“I see no harm, do you?” Gent asked as he poured himself some coffee, since there was no tea available at the time.

“If you want sausage, you’re too late,” Wantsler commented, dipping some sausage in some pancake syrup before taking a big bite.

“Then may I have some pancakes and eggs?” Gent asked.

“How do you want your eggs?” Crud asked.

“Sunny side up,” Gent replied.

Crud cooked up some eggs and served them with a side of pancakes for Gent.  By that time, Bitch was downstairs having his fill of cereal and fruit.  The four enjoyed their breakfast, enjoyed their company in mostly silence.  Only once was there a conversation over an article or the weather report in the newspaper.

“Okay guys, we gotta go,” Crud commented, pointing to the clock.

“See ya Gent!” Wantsler called out as he raced out of the kitchen.

Bitch was the last to leave, turning to Gent.  “Goodbye Gent.”

“Have a good day.” Gent took Bitch in for a hug.  “I will still be here if you need me.”

“I know.”

Gent let Bitch go down the hall, where he heard the door close.  Gent went to clean up the kitchen before Pimp could see the mess, fearing he might punish them bitches for leaving a mess behind.  As he put the last of the dishes in the sink, he could hear those footsteps down the stairs.  “Have a good day, Mister Onceler,” he called out as he entered the hall.

Pimp took a quick detour to meet with his Gent and give him a hug and a kiss.  “You too, dear.  See you for lunch.”

Gent watched as Pimp straightened up, putting on his pimp persona before entering the parlor, closing the door behind him.  For now, Gent was alone in the house, at least until Pimp had his lunch break.  Making the most of it, Gent went upstairs and moved his neatly hung red suits to Pimp’s walk in closet, and his pajamas, stockings and panties to an extra dresser in the closet as well.  He moved his shoes in, and gave them a nice shine.  He took his monocles and placed them in a small jewelry box on his dresser.

After moving in, Gent thought he could use some much needed relaxing.  He dressed out of his red silk pajamas and ran a bath in Pimp’s big bathroom.  The bathtub was big enough for two people, so large Gent could almost swim in it.  After a good hour of soaking, Gent turned on some pulsating jets in the tub and felt his stress of the year fade away.

After draining the tub and toweling off, Gent fetched his medications from the bitches’ bathroom and moved them into Pimp’s bathroom.  There, Gent went through the routine of inserting his suppository and applying his cream.  It didn’t feel so bad this time, he could hardly feel any pain at all.  The burning was still there though, but not so harsh.  Gent put his medicines away, slipped on a pair of panties and stockings and slipped into Pimp’s warm, comfy bed.  He took the sheets, took one big inhale, and was lost in his scent.  There was a few faint scents of the bitches, but he tried to ignore them as he fell into the pleasurable paradise that was Pimp’s bed.

The next thing Gent remembered was the bed shifting in weight.  He fluttered his eyes open to see Pimp lying in bed next to him.

“You seem so comfortable in there,” Pimp offered.  “How about I serve you lunch in bed?”

Gent replied with a smile.

~~

Days went by like clockwork.  Gent would wake up, see Pimp and the bitches off, then spend the day alone in the house.  Sometimes he would have breakfast with the bitches, sometimes he would spend lunch with Pimp.  Most of the time it was the usual meals alone, then clean up the house or watch some TV, read a book, check his tumblr, anything to pass the time. 

At night, after the bitches showered, Gent and the bitches would eat dinner together.  Sometimes Pimp would join, Pimp would so try to show up on time but sometimes his work would not allow it.  After dinner, Gent would retire with Pimp for the night.  Since they could not have sex yet, they spent most of their time watching TV or a movie.  They even watched the original Creamy Goodness movie, to which Pimp was pleasantly surprised that it was one of Gent’s favorite soft core porno series.

When Pimp and Gent retired to the bedroom, they usually fell asleep in each others arms.  Once or twice they fell into making out, but it got so heated that Pimp had to run off to the bathroom to release himself before it got too out of hand.  They all knew the doctor’s orders for Gent to abstain from sex.

Then that day finally came, when Gent entered Pimp’s study just seconds after closing.  Pimp was too busy counting the money the bitches made that day to notice the gleeful look on Gent’s face.

“I am better.”

“You’re what?”

“It is cleared up,” Gent repeated.  “It is gone.  It is finally gone.”

Pimp looked up with relieved smile.  “That’s great.  I told you.  That’s great, Gent.” Pimp took Gent in his arms and kissed him, then quickly fell into pleasurable kisses down Gent’s neck.  Gent chuckled, but couldn’t help but let Pimp continue.

Tearing off his tie and vest, Pimp pulled Gent up against his desk.  He helped Gent take off his suit and shirt, then both of their trousers fell to their ankles.  Gent nearly tripped as Pimp pushed him down onto the desk.

The money fluttered off the desk and scattered onto the floor.  “Oh no,” Gent whispered.

“Fuck it,” Pimp grunted as he reached over into his desk drawer and fumbled around before pulling out a condom.

“Mister Onceler?” Gent queried.

“Just to be safe, dear,” Pimp explained.  “You may be clear, but that doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods yet.”

“Th-then maybe we should not-“ Gent was cut off as he felt Pimp press his lips hard against his.  Pimp’s strong arms caressed over his body, peeling down those panties until they were dangling off one of Gent’s legs.

Panting and pleading, Gent grinded against Pimp’s thigh as Pimp slipped the condom on, not a quick task to put the condom on his thick member without ripping.  Without hesitation, Pimp grabbed Gent’s hips and squeezed them tight, he pressed his tip against Gent before slowly sliding back in.

“Ahh,” Gent sighed beautifully.  “Oh God… It has been so long.”

“I missed you too, dear,” Pimp panted in Gent’s ear.  “I love you.”

“I love you,” Gent gasped back.  “I love you… oh God I love you!”

Pimp took his time, feeling every inch of his Gent again.  Gent spread his legs wide, taking Pimp in and pleading for him to go harder.  Pimp didn’t want to, yet, he kind of liked to hear Gent plead for more.  Gripping the sides of the desk, Gent groaned loudly as he felt Pimp grind harder, faster.

Gent’s back arched as he gave out that lovely love songs of joy.  “Ahh… yes… yes, yes… ah… oh God… ahh… yes…”

Pimp gripped tighter onto Gent, getting a good hold.  He hunched over Gent, nipping at Gent’s shoulders before giving him a good love bite.  Gent screamed in pain, followed by pleasure.  Pimp simply grinned a toothy grin, before giving Gent’s nipple a little taste.

“Yes!  Yes!!  Ahhn, faster Daddy!”

Pimp pounded harder, faster.  The thrusts were so powerful the desk began to screech every time it shook and moved against the wood floor.  The only think louder than the clamoring desk was Gent screaming into the ceiling.

Almost there, Pimp gripped Gent’s ass until it was black and blue and pounded furiously.  Exploding with pleasure, Gent tensed up before falling back onto the desk.  With a few more thrusts, Pimp released, then pulled out and fell back onto the floor, catching his breath.

Gent lay limp on the desk, catching his breath.  “That… was… incredible…”

Pimp gasped along with him.  “Worth… the… wait…”

After getting his bearings, Gent peeled himself off the desk and crawled into Pimp’s lap.  He sighed heavenly as he rolled into his lap, lightly grinding against him.

“Ready for more?” Pimp smirked.

Gent whispered, “Yes…”

With a chuckle in his throat, Pimp picked up Gent and gathered his clothes into Gent’s arms.  After grabbing some more condoms, Pimp streaked his way through the house and up the stairs to their bedroom.  He flopped Gent onto the bed, his back facing upward and his legs dangling helpless on the side.  Pimp changed condoms before slamming into Gent, this time giving him no mercy.

Gent had no choice but to grab the sheets and hold on.  His legs scrambled for strength before they propped him up, trembling as they were.  Gent spread his legs out wider, along with his arms, knuckles white as they gripped tighter onto the bedspread.

Pimp leaned over Gent and grabbed his dick, pumping slow before quickly gaining speed.  He watched as Gent pleaded for mercy, while at the same time begged for more.  Gent’s quivering hand grabbed a hold of Pimp’s hand as he joined in on pumping Gent’s member hard.  Feeling close, Gent lost grip of Pimp’s hand and grabbed a hold of his own balls, giving it a squeeze.

Gent was slammed onto the bed, pushed back and forth furiously over the sheets.  His stomach was painted by his own fluids as he was spread over the sheets.  He spread his limp, trembling legs apart, taking Pimp all in, as Pimp growled like an animal, thrusting into Gent, leaving sweet bruises on his ass.

Gent screamed as he felt himself getting filled once more, even if it was just the feeling of the condom filling up inside him.  Pimp pulled out and flopped onto the bed, Gent lay limp beside him, gasping into the sheets.

“Damn… you learned a lot…” Pimp said.

Gent laughed faintly.  Catching some strength, Gent rolled over and rested his head against Pimp’s chest.  He kissed Pimp’s chest, then blew faintly against his nipple.  “I missed this.”

Pimp smiled as he hugged one arm loosely onto Gent.  “I missed this.  I missed us.”

“Did you?” Gent asked.  “You can fuck anybody in this brothel.”

“I can fuck anybody I want,” Pimp replied.  He placed a kiss on Gent’s forehead.  “I can love no one else but you.”

“Oh, Mister Onceler.”  Gent kissed Pimp.  “You better fuck no one in this brothel but me.”

“No one, but you.”

SECTION ONE

Gent slipped on his shoes and adjusted his black tie before stepping out of the motel-looking bedroom.  Clutching his money in one hand, he crept out of the room.  In the room next door he can hear the headboard pounding and Wantsler screaming his lungs out.  Gent shook his head with a roll of his eyes before stepping into the parlor.  There were no clients in the hall, so Bitch Onceler and Crudler were slouching in their seats.  “Do either of you happen to have the time?” Gent politely asked.

Crudler looked down at his watch.  “8:59pm.”

“Oh good,” Gent replied, pocketing his money with the rest of his earnings.  “The day is done.”

“You okay?” Bitch asked.

“Very well,” Gent replied.  “Nine patrons, all women, but at least nothing too degrading-“

“No,” Bitch interrupted, looking at him worried.  “I mean, are you alright?”

Gent paused for a moment.  It was a while since he joined the brothel, a year come next month.  Despite less time with Pimp, it has been… well… fun… more or less.  Some days are tough, some clients can be rougher and demeaning.  Some nights he gets a surprise moment or two from Wantsler.  But the bitches are nice friends, and Pimp is still a loving boyfriend when he is off work.  And those nights when the he and the bitches fool around for fun is so wonderful.  And when he has his night with Pimp… Oh yes.  “Quite,” he smiled softly.

The grandfather clock in the parlor boldly chimed, like the deep bell of a cathedral.  On the sixth chime, a door down the hall flew open.  The client, still slipping on his shirt, ran like hell out the door to the street outside.  Wantsler stepped out behind him, with a happy stride and a wide smile on his face.

As Wantsler gathered with the others, the door to the study flew open.  The bitches gathered into a line quickly before Pimp could take a step into the parlor.  Pimp stepped up to his bitches, looking over them as they stood tall.  “Let’s see your money,” Pimp stated.

Wantsler was first, proud of the fat stack of cash he placed in his Daddy’s hand.  Pimp flipped through it and nodded in approval.  “Not bad.”  Bitch was next, placing his earnings in Pimp’s hand.  Pimp flipped through it and frowned.  “Feels a little light.  Why is that, bitch?”

“I… only had six clients today,” Bitch replied nervously.

“Empty out your pockets,” Pimp ordered.

Bitch quickly turned his pants pockets inside out, nothing.  He slipped off his shoes and socks, nothing.  He even leafed into his little vest pocket and unzipped his pants to reveal that he had nothing hidden in his pants or briefs.

Pimp looked down on him in disappointment.  “Very well.”

Crud placed his earning with Pimp’s, Pimp nodding in approval.  “Very good.”  He then looked down on his Gent as he placed the earnings in his hand.  He flipped through them and nodded in approval.  “Okay bitches, you’re dismissed.  To the showers.”

The four bitches filed into the grand doorway into their large home.  Soon as they were out of earshot, Crud turned to Bitch with a judging smirk.  “You little bastard.”

“I didn’t steal from Daddy!” Bitch snapped.  “He’d kill me!”

“Whatever bitch,” Wantsler replied, slapping Bitch’s ass.  “What’s for dinner?  I’m starving!”

“Spaghetti and meatballs,” Bitch replied.  “With greek salad.”

“Meatballs?” Wantsler’s face lit up.  “Make em huge!  I wanna choke on em!”

“They come pre made, bitch,” Bitch called out as he walked into the kitchen.  Crud and Wantsler separated into their own little corners of the house.

Gent followed Bitch into the kitchen.  He sat at the counter politely as he watched Bitch fumble through the fridge for meatballs and salad fixings.  He turned around surprised to see Gent.  “Oh.  I thought you’d be in the shower.”

“No I… felt like having a spot of tea.”  Gent went to heat up the kettle on the stove.

“Oh.  Okay.”  Bitch went to fetch the spaghetti out of the pantry and a pot out of a cupboard.  He went to find the stovetop preheated, probably by Gent, which was nice of him.  As he filled the pot with water at the sink, he looked over his shoulder at Gent pouring some hot water into a china cup.  Gent had his back turned, but he could see the black trousers and dark green vest with grey stripes Gent wore to keep his identity hidden when at the brothel.  He changed up his appearance with a silk black tie, shined black shoes and gold framed glasses.  Though he was not the Gentleman while on the clock, he still wanted to dress the part of a gentleman.  It was funny to think how a simple vest and glasses would fool the world into him being a whole different person.  Nearly a year has gone by, and only Pimp and the bitches know of Gent’s little secret.

Bitch went back to stirring the pot of spaghetti as he began to defrost the meatballs in the microwave.  He reached up onto a high shelf to fetch a large salad bowl when he felt long thin hands wrapping around his waist.  “Gent?”

Gent moaned quietly as he rested his head on Bitch’s shoulder.

“Gent?  Are you okay?”

“I need you.”

“Wh-what?  Now?”

“It has been too long.”  Gent moaned.  “All the clients have been ladies and Crudler and Wantsler have been getting Mister Onceler’s rewards for days.  I just need some release.  I need… fuck me.”

“F-f-f-what?”

“Fuck me,” he pleaded, whispering a small puff of air onto Bitch’s sweet sensitive neck.

Bitch tried to fight it off, but that cooling breath on his neck.  Mmh, Gent did learn some tricks to turn someone on.  He turned his head, his lips meeting Gent’s as they slowly fell into a fumbling mess of kisses.  Gent gently grinded up against Bitch, both of them moaning as he felt Gent’s firming member brush against Bitch’s ass.  Gent fumbled for Bitch’s belt as Bitch stepped back, pinning Gent against the island in the middle of the room.  Bitch’s pants slipped down to his knees, his gradually stiffening member being pumped firmly by Gent’s tender hand.  Bitch started to grind against Gent, panting into his mouth as their heated breaths mingled into one.

“Gent?”

“Ah…”

“Gent?”

“Yes…?”

“The spaghetti.”

“Oh no.”

Bitch was released from his grasp and, his steps fumbling with his pants around his ankles, he raced to the oven and put the pot on simmer.  They both sighed as the boiling pot subsided.  It wasn’t long before Gent grabbed him and pulled him back into their embrace.  Bitch began to grind against Gent again as he spread his legs apart.

“No.”

“What?”

“No, fuck me.”

“No, me first.”

“No, me!” Gent grabbed Bitch and pulled him down into his lap.  As Gent’s ass hit the floor, he let go of Bitch and hissed in pain.

“Gent.  You okay?”  He turned.  Gent only got as far as unfastening his vest and trousers, even his member was still tucked inside his silk panties.  Gent rubbed his sore ass with one hand.  “Yes.  My bum… is just sore is all.”

“But you didn’t hit the ground that hard.”  Bitch thought for a moment.  “Let me see your ass.”

“Why?”

“I want to check something.”

Gent rolled over onto his hands and knees.  Bitch slipped off Gent’s trousers, then his panties.  He observed a bright red rash growing out from Gent’s butt crack.  “Uh oh.”

Gent looked over his shoulder.  “What uh oh?”

Bitch placed his hands on the sides of Gent’s ass and gently pulled his cheeks apart with his thumbs.  He stepped back in disgust.  “Oh!”

“What’s taking so long, I’m hungry!” Wantsler snapped as he stormed into the room.  He took one look at Gent’s rashy ass and raced out of the room.  “Daddy!!  Daddy, come quick!!  Gent has a VD!!”

“What??”  Gent sat up straight, covering his ass with his hands.  He then pulled his hands away and quickly pulled his panties back up.  Bitch and Gent were left to scramble to their feet as they began to dress back up.

“Did I hear Wants right?” Crud laughed his way into the room.

“It’s not funny!!” Bitch snapped.

“What?  He’s a bitch,” Crud shrugged, still laughing.  “Had to catch one sooner or later.”

“You should talk!  You catch more infections than Wantsler catches krabs!”

“Shut up!!  Shut up!!” Gent screamed.

Everyone grew quiet as Pimp entered the room.  Wantsler stood in the doorway behind him, with a smug look on his face.  Pimp looked at his Gent, serious face but with a concerned look in his eye.  “Is it true?  Did you catch something?”

Gent was frozen for a moment, before tears welled up in his eyes.  He slightly nodded his head, causing the tears to drip down his flushed, shameful face.

Pimp’s face fell into concern as he approached Gent.  “No, it’s okay.”  Gent backed away as he approached Pimp, feeling broken and ashamed.  “Shh, it’s okay.”

“No, no it is not,” Gent whimpered.

“Shh, it is.  I know the best doctor in the business,” Gent explained.  “He’s professional, he’s discreet, he can be bribed into keeping anything confidential.  He’ll take care of you.  I’ll make you an appointment first thing in the morning.  Until then, you’re off work indefinitely.”

“Yes!” Wantsler cheered.  Pimp glared at Wantsler, causing him to run off into a far corner of the house.

Gent’s tears kept flowing, he wiped the tears from his eyes as he sobbed.  Pimp went to hug him, and Gent backed away in fright.  “No!  I do not want to get you sick!”

Pimp chuckled.  “Gent, dear, I can’t catch a VD by hugging you.”

“Yeah, you catch it by fucking someone,” Crud explained.  “Ever taken high school sex ed?”

“Well, just in case, I’m washing my hands,” Bitch commented as he went to wash his hands in the sink.

“You know what, Bitch,” Pimp said, “let Crud finish the dinner.”

“Fine,” Crud replied, “but if Bitch complains about the dressing.”

“Just put in half a bottle!” Bitch snapped.  “You don’t have to put in a whole bottle of dressing.”

“I like a lot of dressing,” Crud shrugged as he went to stir the spaghetti, trying to scrape some of the pieces stuck to the pot.

Pimp grumbled as he escorted Gent out of the room.  He led him into the dining room, where he sat him to the right of the head table seat, where Pimp sat.  He fetched a small pillow off a couch in the next room and placed it on the chair before sitting Gent down.  Gent smiled a little through his tears.

“What kind of tea would you like, dear?” Pimp asked.

Gent sniffled back a tear.  “Lemon, please,” he smiled.

Pimp left the dining room, returning with a small cup of tea.  Bitch was right behind him, setting the table for dinner.  Pimp sat down at the head of the table as Crudler came in and placed the spaghetti and salad out.  Crud served everyone before he sat down to the left of Pimp, Bitch sitting next to Crud.

Gent sipped his tea, smiling through his drying tears as he watched the three eat dinner.  They hardly spoke, but they enjoyed each other’s company.  It was especially nice to see Pimp there.  Half the time he didn’t eat with the bitches.  He was usually in his studies going over some paperwork or counting money, and then he would eat alone in the dining room when the bitches were finished.  There would always be a plate waiting for him, as the rule.

Together, it was almost like a family eating supper.  Well, a strange family, considering their places.

Wantsler crept in, scared at first to be noticed by Daddy, but once he felt safe he scampered to the last seat next to Gent and plopped piles of spaghetti and meatballs onto his plate.

“Oh, Crudler,” Pimp said after finishing a bite of spaghetti.  “You won the reward tonight.  Meet me in the bedroom after dinner.”

“Sure thing,” Crud replied.

Pimp smirked before leaning towards Gent.  “Say Gent, you wanna watch me fuck the shit out of Crud tonight?”

Wantsler and Bitch busted into laughter.  “Daddy!” Crudler barked, but it soon evolved into chuckling at the end.

Gent chuckled.  “No thank you.”  His smile faded.

  SECTION TWO

The busy sounds of the morning and the smell of breakfast cooking caused Gent to begin fluttering his eyes open.  He gave a yawn and a stretch before feeling that burn in his bum.  He slouched over, frowning.  He remembered he went straight to bed the night before.  He even slept on his stomach, a dangerous mistake to sleep ass up around his bedroom.  But even Wantsler kept him alone, perhaps he didn’t want to catch what Gent caught.

Crudler was putting on his shoes as Wantsler left the room.  As Wantsler left, Pimp stood in the doorway.  He stepped towards Gent, causing Crudler to race out with fear in his eye.  The rules state that Daddy don’t go in the bitches’ bedroom unless he’s really pissed at a bitch.  Gent sank in his bed, gripping the sheets with fear.

Pimp smiled.  “Did you have a good sleep?”

Gent nodded with a sigh.  “Yes.  Did Crud enjoy his reward?”

“Not as much as I did.  I was in an abusive mood.”  Pimp sat down on the bed.

“Spare me the details, please,” Gent sighed.

Pimp gave Gent an appointment card with an address on it.  “You have an appointment today at 2pm.  You are going to see Dr. Proctor.  It is crucial you see him, he’s the good doctor.  He’s taken care of me, my bitches, and he can keep a secret.”  Pimp paused.  “And, as a warning, I couldn’t lie on the doctor’s files so I… had to give him your real name.”

Gent gasped.  “Pimp.”

“Now Gent-“

“Mister Onceler, we promised,” Gent whined in fright.  “As long as I work at the brothel, no one else will know.”

“I know.  I know!  Look!” Pimp tried to calm Gent down.  “Look, he’s worked with me for years.  Not once has he told the authorities about me, my bitches or my brothel.  He has kept his mouth shut.  He will keep my secrets, and he will keep yours.  I promise.”

Gent catches his breath.  “Okay.  Okay.”

“Good.  Now, get ready for the day.  I want you out to see the doctor at 1pm.  I don’t want you running late.  And come back to me right away with the diagnosis.”  Pimp drops his guard to get personal.  “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Gent nodded.  “Me too.”

Without a word, Pimp leaned in and hugged Gent, leaving a kiss on his cheek.  Gent was almost in tears as he hugged on tight, never wanting to let go, and never wanting to forget the feeling of those strong hands pressed against the back of his red silk pajamas.

~~

One o’clock in the dot.  Gent took the back door out of the house, the one that led to the garage connected to the back alley.  In the garage was two nice cars, both owned by Pimp.  In the driveway were an old reliable car and an old clunker, each owned by the bitches.  Gent took the old reliable one.  Gent was also dressed in an old pair of glasses, a t-shirt, sweat pants and a pair of casual shoes.  He really didn’t want to be noticed at the doctor, especially with his disease.

He drove straight to the doctor, it was about one thirty when he got there.  He walked into the office buildings and found the doctor’s office on the third floor.  He checked in with the doctor, filled out some paperwork, then sat down in a corner of the waiting room where he can be left alone.  At first he began to flip through magazines, trying to pass the time and keep his face hidden.  He kind of wondered if the three other people waiting had similar problems as well.  One was an old man reading through a hunting magazine, another was a teenager sending text messages like there was no tomorrow.  The third was a mother with a three year old child, she came up to the receptionist and asked how long it would take before they were ready for his child’s check up.  Well, there’s his answer.

The door opened, an assistant nurse walked into the room and up to Gent.  “Dr. Proctor is ready to see you now.”  Gent nodded and followed her.  He was led through the door and down the hall to a scale where the assistant recorded his weight.  He then went to the last check up room down the hall and to the left, where Gent sat on the padded and paper covered table while the assistant took his temperature and blood pressure.  “Clean bill of health,” the assistant replied as she recorded his blood pressure.  “Dr. Proctor will be in in a few minutes.  Until then, please strip down and put on this gown.”

Gent was too nervous to ask if he should strip completely down, instead he simply let her leave with a quiet “thank you” from his lips.  He hopped off the exam table, took off his shoes and placed them by a chair in the corner.  He took off his shirt and sweat pants and folded them neatly in the chair.  He then took off his panties and stockings and placed them neatly underneath his shirt, where they can barely be seen.  He sat on the table, for what felt like forever.  His legs were crossed, rubbing nervously against each other.  He hardly felt the bare skin of his calves, outside of the shower that is.

The door opened and a doctor stepped inside.  He seemed in his mid forties, with black hair and a streak of grey hair in his bangs.  He was tall and slender, and had dark brown eyes.  He closed the door behind him and looked down at his clipboard.  “State your name please?”

“Mister Onceler,” Gent replied.  “Are you Dr. Proctor?”

“Yes, I am, Mister Onceler,” he replied.  “First name please?”

Gent sputtered nervously, “G-g-g-gentleman.”

“Don’t be scared, Mister Onceler, I am aware of your special situation,” Dr. Proctor replied, acting nice and professional as he pulled a pen out of the pocket of his lab coat.  “Now, your notes say that you have a condition?”

“Y-yes.”

“Please explain your symptoms.”

Gent tried to talk, but a whimper squeaked out.

“It’s okay.  Take your time.”

Gent tried to gather what little he could of himself.  “Burning… pain… rashes…” He paused, then added softly, “In my… bum.”

Dr. Proctor put his clipboard and pen down and went to grab a pair of exam gloves.  “Okay, please lay down, your back facing me.”

Gent did so, feeling rather nervous when his bare ass was exposed.  It was a normal feeling, but in a doctor’s office it still felt violating.  Gent tried to keep calm, but winced as he felt those gloved hands on his ass.  He then made an uncomfortably embarrassing face as he felt those hands spread his cheeks apart.

“Looks like you got some blistering too, Mister Onceler,” Dr. Proctor commented.  “Looks like only on the outside of the anus.  I am going to look inside, see if they developed on the inside.”

Gent whimpered.  “Do you have to?”

“If they are in your rectum, we may have a serious condition.”  There was a pause.  “Please relax a moment, you are going to feel a pinch followed by something cold.”

Gent nodded slightly.  “Okay.”

He felt one hand spread his cheeks apart.  Then he felt that slight pinch, followed by a thoroughly lubricated long, thin, metal instrument enter his anus.  Gent gasped as he felt a burning pain, along with what felt like the instrument forcing his anus open about an inch or two.

“Well, good news Mister Onceler.  No blistering or swelling in the rectal cavity.”  Dr. Proctor pulled out the device.

Gent sighed.  “That is a relief.”

“You may sit up or roll over, whatever you prefer.”

Gent sat up and faced the doctor, he felt his bum was now cold and soothing slightly from the lubrication leftover from the exam.

Dr. Proctor removed his gloves and disposed of them before washing his hands.  “Okay, Mister Onceler, you have a mild case of a common venereal disease.  I am going to give you two prescriptions, an antibiotic suppository to clear the infection and a cream to ease the swelling.”

“And it will go away?” Gent asked.

“Luckily, this is a venereal disease that will go away with treatment,” Dr. Proctor said as he filled out the prescription.  “Until then, I would abstain from any sexual intercourse.  It is very important to not pop those blisters, or the infection could spread and grow worse.”

Gent nodded.  “Very well.”

“Oh, and get plenty of sleep.  This antibiotic medication is known to cause drowsiness.”

“Very well.”

Dr. Proctor handed the prescription to Gent.  “Give these to the pharmacist on your way out, she will give you your medications.  It is good to see you, Mister Onceler.  Please, take care.”

Gent nodded.  “Thank you, Dr. Proctor.”

Dr. Proctor left, giving Gent privacy as he changed back into his clothes.  He went down the hall to the pharmacist, who was glad to exchange the prescriptions for two tubes of cream and a large bottle of large antibiotic pills.  “Take two suppositories a day,” the pharmacist instructed.  “Apply cream when needed, but do not exceed four applications a day.  If you have any questions, call the number on the prescription label.”

“Thank you, dear,” Gent replied as he took the bag of medication and left.  He crossed through the waiting room, down the stairwell, out the parking lot and straight to his car, followed by driving straight home.

  SECTION THREE

The front door opened slowly, Gent peeked in quietly to survey the sitting room.  No one was there, no client, no bitch.  Besides the muffled moans coming from down the hall, it was pretty still.  Gent sighed and crept through the sitting room to Pimp’s study.

As the door opened, Pimp looked up from his desk.  He had a cigar perched between his lips, and was writing something down, probably business stuff.  Pimp looked up and saw Gent, he gave a small smile as a small puff of smoke poured out from the side of his mouth.  “Ah, you’re back.”

Gent stood quietly across the room.  “Yes, I am.”

Pimp stood up from his chair, but stayed on his side of the desk.  “Don’t be shy, dear.  Come closer.”

Gent was nervous and surprised.  Pimp rarely called Gent dear during business hours.  While on the clock, Pimp stayed true to his stern profession.  He smiled a little, perhaps Pimp really is concerned about his health, as both a boyfriend and a Daddy.  Gent took a few steps towards Pimp’s desk.

“So, how did the appointment go?” Pimp plucked the cigar from his mouth and tapped the ashes into an ash tray on his desk.

“Good,” Gent replied.  “You were right.  Dr. Proctor was discreet, and professional.”

“I told you I knew the best.”  Pimp placed the cigar back to his lips.  “As for the diagnosis?”

“Oh, oh.”  Gent fumbled under his vest and pulled out the paper bag of prescriptions.  “I-I caught something.  Treatable- cureable.  I have to take these medications.  And I cannot have sex until the infection clears.”

“So you’re on leave, eh?”  Pimp sat back down at his desk.  “I’ll allow it.  Go straight to your room and enjoy your sick days.  Do not let any client see you on your way out.  I don’t want my reputation ruined by someone hearing my bitches are diseased.”

“Yes, Daddy.”  Gent turned to leave.

“Oh, and bitch?”

Gent turned back.  “Yes, Daddy?”

Pimp put his cigar down, the smoke cleared to reveal a look of concern and sincerity on Pimp’s face.  “Get well soon, dear.”

Gent smiled.  “I will… Mister Onceler.”

Pimp put the cigar back in his mouth.  “I’ll let that one slide, but you call me Daddy when I’m on the clock, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”  Gent exited the study and peered out to see if the coast is clear.  The only person in the room was Bitch, seemed to slouch in his chair with a bored look on his face.  With no clients around, Gent crossed the room.

Bitch sat up as he spied Gent.  “Hey, you okay?”

Gent stopped at the door to the house.  “Oh, hi.  How is business?”

“Okay.  I’m getting few clients today, I’m worried Daddy may say something,” Bitch commented.

“Oh, I am sure he will give you a simple warning.”

“How bout you?” Bitch asked.  “Did the appointment go well?  Did you catch anything… bad?”

“Not exactly,” Gent replied.  “I need to take some time off, take this antibiotic and cream…”

“Ah, I got that before.  It’s not pleasant.  Be sure to keep those blisters from popping or it’ll get worse.”

“The doctor mentioned that.”  Gent made a shamed face.

“Don’t worry, it’ll get better.  I did, Crudler did.  Wantsler got it real bad, and he’s fine.”

“Did… anyone catch anything… real bad?”

Before Gent could finish, he heard a door down the hall open, and a client’s footsteps.  Quickly, Gent slipped through the doorway into the house.  “I will talk to you later.”

Gent closed the door and leaned up against it with a sigh.  He paused, listening to the sound of silence ringing throughout the large house.  He has heard it before, on his days off from work.  Some days he’d go out in his Gent outfit and be himself again in public.  Other times he’d enjoy a tea, do some of his chores, perhaps enjoy a lazy afternoon or a romantic comedy.  Well, he has a few sick days on his hands now, best to stay inside. 

First, he should start applying the medication.  He went upstairs to the bitches’ bathroom, where it felt much bigger and quieter with only one person in the three to four person bathroom.  He placed the medications on the counter, first picking up the medication and reading the directions.  After scrolling through some warnings, he found the directions:  insert into rectum twice daily.  Gent opened up the large bottle to find large smooth beige colored capsules, and nothing else.  He didn’t really understand how to insert these things, until it finally came to him that he had to insert them by hand.

Blushing, Gent dropped his sweat pants, peeled down his panties, and leaned over the sink, spreading his legs apart.  With the capsule in one hand, his other hand fumbled around, feeling for his anus.  He winced as he felt burning when he grew close, then grew beet red when he felt bumps around the anus.  Preparing himself with some deep breaths, Gent took the capsule in one hand while his other hand pulled one cheek apart from the other.  He placed one end of the capsule against his anus and, with a deep breath, he gently pushed it inside.  Luckily, the capsule slipped in perfectly, feeling like the light sticky outside was some kind of lubricant allowing the capsule to slip inside.

Gent stood up, making a strange funny grunt to himself as he felt the capsule barely moving around inside himself.  It shouldn’t be such a strange feeling, through his rewards and clients he has had, uhm, other things inserted before.  Perhaps that it was a different situation that made the feeling invasive in a different way.  Gaining his footing on the tile floor, Gent took a tube of cream and read the instructions.  Simple enough, apply cream when needed, up to four times a day.  He also found some warnings that it may cause yeast infections and to stop application when burning intensifies, that’s… good to know?

Gent squeezed a dollop of cream on his two fingers, the cooling white cream feeling thick and a little congealed and greasy.  He leaned over again, spreading his legs and cheeks apart, before spreading the cream around between his cheeks.  He was very careful when applying a liberal amount over his anus, trying not to pop the bumps.  He grimaced over every bump, feeling like either zits or hemorrhoids, especially when they pulsated in pain.  He quickly pulled back as he felt a big one, then went to wash his hands thoroughly before putting the medication back in the bag.

To hide his shame, Gent began to place the bag in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror.  He placed the bag beside another product, which he quickly realized was the same cream he was using.  The prescription label on the cream was dated over a year ago and belonged to Wantsler.  Gent immediately slammed the door shut, slipped his pants and panties back up, and ran into the bitches’ bedroom.

Gent sat down on his bed in a huff, his eyes filled with tears.  This is his life?  Catching diseases?  Getting fucked dozens of times a day?  Hiding his identity to protect himself from shame?  And for what, the thrill of it all?  He thought he was prepared for this, he really did.  There were nights when he cuddled with Pimp after his rewards, or simply spent time with the bitches as friends, he really thought the shame of being a bitch would balance out the fun of it all.

But when reality finally comes bearing down… you’re just not prepared at all.

Gent tossed off his clothes, right down to his stockings and panties and threw them across the room.  The tshirt and sweat pants fell by Wantsler’s bed as one of his sneakers bounced off Crudler’s bed and against the wall.  He flung open the closet door, reached deep inside and pulled out his nicely pressed suit hung neatly on a hanger.  He slipped into his black dress slacks and white dress shirt, buttoned up his red dress jacket, straightened his tie and slipped on his long black gloves.  He then went to his dresser, opened up the top drawer, tossed his glasses inside and pulled out a small black jewelry box.  Carefully, he pulled out his nicely polished monocle and placed it over his left eye.

If he was going to be cooped up in here, he wanted to be dressed as himself.  He wanted to be himself.

He flopped back onto the bed and grabbed a remote off the nightstand.  He turned on the TV and began to flip through channels, flipping from soap opera, to game show, to TV court show, and back again.

A short time passed before there was a knock at the door, followed by Pimp opening it a little.  “May I come in?”

Gent sat up in concern.  “Am I in trouble?”

“No.”

“Then yes.”

Pimp stepped inside and replied half-seriously, “I can come in if I please.  I’m your pimp.”

“Yes.  Right.” Gent frowned, looking down.

Pimp sat down on his bed, next to Gent.  He placed a hand on Gent’s back.  “Hey, hey.  It’s okay.”

Gent began to cry.  “No.  No, it’s not.  My ass hurts, I have a pill up my bum.”  He stopped to sniffle.  “I’m dirty, Pimp!  I can’t sleep with you!  I don’t want to hurt you with this!”

“Don’t worry, it’ll go away,” Pimp calmly said.

“But what if I didn’t notice it?” Gent cried, hugging onto Pimp.  “What if I didn’t know, and I gave it to you?  What if I catch something else?  What if I catch something worse?  What if…” Gent fell apart into blubbering as he sank his face into Pimp’s chest.

Pimp was at a loss.  All he could do was hold onto his Gent and let himself cry. 

“Don’t worry about the what ifs, dear.  I’m sorry.  But, you will get better.  We’ll get through this.  I promise.”

“Thank you… Mister Onceler.”

Gentleman leaned over to check on his tea cookies baking in the oven.  They looked crispy, but they were too soft on the inside.  Gent placed the sheet of cookies back in the oven.  Soon as Gent stood up, he was surprised by a delightful yet devious man clinging to him from behind.  “Ooh!  Mister Onceler!”

Pimp replied with a playful chuckle as one hand wandered up Gent’s chest, slipping underneath his red jacket.  “Are they ready?”

“Just a few more minutes,” Gent smiled.

“I wonder how we can pass the time,” Pimp pondered as he rested his lips on Gentleman’s neck.

The breathless Gentleman stepped forward and almost bent over onto the counter.  He shivered as he stood back up, feeling that cold piercing against Pimp’s hot tongue brush against Gent’s shoulder.  Gent almost cooed as he lightly rested his hand on Pimp’s cheek, leading him as he closed his eyes and took in the chill of the metal upon his flesh.

“Oh!  I’m sorry!”

Gent and Pimp looked over to the kitchen doorway to see Bitch Onceler burying his red face in his hands.  “I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I was just checking on the tea!  I was thirsty!  I’m sorry!”

Gent chuckled, admittedly a little nervously, as he humbly took the whistling pot off the stovetop.  “You are forgiven.”

Pimp let go of Gent and sank in a huff.  “We weren’t doing anything… well, maybe a little.”

Gentleman couldn’t help but smile, amused at his boyfriend’s pout, before placing the kettle amidst the teacups on a silver platter.  “What tea would you like?” Gent offered Onceler.  “Earl Grey?  Chamomile?  Ginseng?”

“You have anything sweet?” Onceler asked.

“I have lemon and sugarcane,” Gentleman offered as he plucked a tea bag out of the bunch on the platter.

“Please,” Onceler smiled as Gentleman prepared his tea.

Pimp was not a fan of tea, but when it came to the Gentleman’s tea… “I’d like to try that Earl Grey, if I may?”

Gentleman chuckled at Pimp’s accidental rhyme as he poured another cup for Pimp.  After preparing their cups and giving them to Onceler and Pimp, Gentleman picked up the platter and led the way to the parlor.

“Thank you,” Onceler told Gent pleasantly.

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Pimp added, forgetting his manners too quickly.

Gentleman led the two down a short yet grand hallway of his humble yet luxurious home.  Pimp and Onceler couldn’t help but be distracted by the beautiful sunset basking in the bay windows as they walked by, but Gent was too busy being the host of his little tea party.  Besides, he sees those sunsets out those windows every day.

In the parlor, Gent caught his other two guests, Crudler and Wantsler, intensely twined into a game of poker at one of the tables.  Bitch Onceler spoke, “I’m sorry Gentleman, I tried to stop them-“

“No, it is perfectly fine,” Gentleman replied.  “Perhaps we can start a game of Parcheesi later.”

“Parcheesi is a game?” Pimp asked, just as surprised as Bitch.

“Ha ha!  Flush bitch!” Crudler exclaimed as he slammed his cards down on the table in triumph.

“Aww!” Wantsler tossed his cards onto the table and pouted in his seat.  “I thought for sure a full house would beat you.”

“Close but no cigar,” Crudler said as he scooped the bets off the table.  “Okay Wantsler, I got your eighty bucks, now give me your other half of the bet.”

“Okay!” Wantsler was more than happy to slide underneath the table.

Bitch Onceler nearly flew across the room before he fished Wantsler out from under the red tablecloth.  “No no no!  None of that at Gent’s party!”

“Really?” Pimp asked Gent as he rested his strong hand on Gent’s dainty shoulder.

Gent leaned into Pimp’s shoulder and whispered, “Well, maybe you and me… after the party…”

Pimp growled pleasantly.  “Oh God I love you, Gentleman.”

The house rang with the toll of the doorbell, a sound delightful yet bold that they almost sounded like the distant chime of cathedral bells.

“That must be the last of our guests,” Gentleman said as he placed the tray on an empty table.  “Excuse me.”

“I’ll come with you,” Crud replied as he followed, with that wide grin of his.

Pimp nodded as he sat down to sip his tea.  Bitch Onceler watched as the pouting Wantsler tightened up his bolo tie and hastily adjusted the collar of his shirt.  Feeling a little bad for ruining Wantsler’s fun, Onceler asked, “You want to play chess?”

Wantsler shrugged, still mad at Bitch Onceler but not liking to be bored.

Crudler followed Gentleman, still impressed at the grand luxurious hallway leading to the large cherry red wooden doors to his home.  “No wonder Daddy loves you,” Crud commented.  “I didn’t expect Daddy to be a gold digger, but-“

Gentleman chuckled.  “No, I do not have that much money.  I just have a gentlemanly home.”

“So does Daddy, not counting the brothel part,” Crud commented.

“Oh my.”  Gentleman blushed but tried to keep a kind host smile.

Crud couldn’t help but ask with a teasing grin, “You got any fucking rooms, Mister Onceler?”

Gentleman’s face grew redder than his coat.  “Oh, my, no.”

“Really?” Crud continued.  “Then where does Daddy sleep when he spends the night?”

“Oh, my, well, he sleeps in my bed with me, I suppose,” Gentleman said, muttering off from the slightly ungentlemanly conversation.

“Oh, so you bedroom is the fucking room, eh?” Crud asked with a wide lecherous smile.

“Oh my!”  Gentleman couldn’t help but chuckle.  “I assume you are right.”

The doorbell chimed through the hall once more.  “Coming~” Gentleman called out as he reached for the golden handle of the front door.

Standing at the front stoop was Steampunk Onceler, dressed in his best non-oil stained clothes and carrying a large can of oil.  Mechanical Greedler stood next to him holding a tray of tea cakes.

“Good evening, Mister Onceler, Mister Greedlerbot,” Gentleman welcomed.  “You did not have to bring snacks.”

“Well, Greedler here was reading books about tea and etiquette for the party,” Steampunk replied as he and the Greedlerbot stepped in, “so he insisted.  I hope you don’t mind, I brought some oil so Greedler had something to drink.”

“Not at all,” Gentleman nodded.

Crudler stood in the hallway, amused as hell to see his guest arrive for the party.  “So you did have time to come.”

Steampunk blushed a little.  “I guess so.”

“Good, cause this party’s gonna be boring as hell without you.”  Crud rested his arm on Steampunk’s shoulders.  “Perhaps later when the party’s winding down, we can sneak off and I can give you a good massage.”

Steampunk laughed quietly and nervously.  “Uh… maybe… I dunno…”

“Oh, a massage sounds lovely,” Gentleman commented pleasantly.  “Perhaps later you can give me a massage, Mister Crudler.”

“Uh, m-maybe you should ask Pimp for that massage, Gent,” Steampunk replied quickly and nervously, while Crudler barked the loudest laugh any of them have ever heard.  Mechanical Greedler simply rolled his eyes at the poor inventor.

“Everyone is in the parlor,” Gentleman told Steampunk and Greedlerbot.  “Shall we?”

“Lets,” Steampunk replied as Crudler gladly led him down the hall.

Mechanical Greedler followed Steampunk, with Gentleman rounding up the rear.  Suddenly, Gent heard a loud knocking at the front door.  “Strange,” he thought aloud, as Steampunk and Greedlerbot were the last of the guests.  Curious, Gentleman opened the door.

On the other side was another Onceler, a Greedler to be specific.  He took off the hood of his green cloak, exposing the tiny black horns sticking out from his ruffled back hair.

“Mister… Mage-ler?” Gentleman asked.

“You can call me that if you like,” the Demon Greedler replied.  “My real name is unpronounceable.  So, others usually call me Greenie or Pickles.”

Gentleman chuckled.  “May I call you Pickles?”

“No,” Greedler replied bluntly.

“Then may I ask why you are here?” Gentleman asked.

“I heard Pimp Greedler was here,” Greedler replied.  “So I thought I’d join you guys in your festivities.”

“Uh, do forgive me, but maybe next time?” Gentleman replied.

“I’m coming in anyway.”  The demon suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the hallway faster than the Gentleman could blink.  The tricky Greedler ran down the hall, following the voices echoing from the parlor.

Gentleman scowled as he slammed the door shut.  “Mage-ler…” Knowing he was the Gentleman, he gathered himself up and followed down the hall.

Crudler and Steampunk first entered the parlor, with Greedlerbot following right behind them.  In the parlor, Pimp was just finishing his tea and enjoying the view of the sunflowers against the window, while Bitch Onceler and a frustrated Wantsler busied themselves with a game of chess.  “Hey guys, look who came to the party?” Crudler announced.  Steampunk simply blushed and stepped back, a nervous fellow when it comes to crowds.

“Greedlerbot!”  Wantsler leaped out of his chair, knocking over the chess pieces on the game board.  Wantsler leaped into the Mechanical Greedler’s arms.  “Yay, you came!” Wantsler exclaimed, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around Greedlerbot, who simply looked down at the overly excited Wantsler.

Steampunk pulled the tea cakes out of the Greedlerbot’s arms, but was a little too late.  “He crushed some of them,” he frowned.

“Bad bitch,” Crudler replied as he smacked the back of Wantsler’s head.

“Hey!” Wantsler snapped.  “Only Greedlerbot and Daddy can hurt me!”

“Get off of him,” Steampunk said as he and Crudler tried to peel Wantsler off of the robot.  “He can’t have too much excitement or he’ll overload his sensors.  It’s dangerous enough that I brought him outside the house.”

“Then why’d you do it?” Bitch Onceler asked as he finished picking up the chess pieces.

“Norma talked me into it,” Steampunk replied.

Crudler was knocked into Greedlerbot and Steampunk when demon Mage-ler came bursting into the parlor.  He took a quick look around before he found Pimp sitting by the window.  “Hi!”

“Oh.  Hi.”  Pimp placed his teacup on the table.  “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“He invited himself in,” Gentleman replied as he entered the parlor.  “Terrible tea party etiquette.”

“Tea party?” the green Mage-ler asked curiously.

“It’s a social event Mister Onceler holds regularly,” Bitch Onceler explained.  “Basically we spend the time drinking tea, eating snacks and just socializing.”

“Sounds boring,” the Greedler replied.

Gentleman tried to swallow his huff before addressing the demon.  “You are a guest now, so I should serve you some tea.  Would you like Earl Grey or Chamomile?”

“Earl Grey sounds good,” the demon replied.

Wantsler sniffed the air, catching an odor filling the room.  “Yay!  Something’s burning!”

Gentleman gasped before racing to the kitchen.  “My tea cookies!”

Despite the burnt tea cookies and the party crasher, the party went off without a hitch.  The nervous Steampunk was able to hold a conversation, and the demonic Mage-ler was pleasant despite not liking the taste of Earl Grey.  Even Bitch Onceler was having fun along with watching that Wantsler was on his best behavior.

As the conversations began to linger, the night moved onto some parlor games.  The group of Oncelers enjoyed some pictionary and charades.  They even got to play a friendly non-gambling game of poker, though that was short lived with Mage-ler and Steampunk not understanding the game.

The party delved far into the night when the group decided to play a game of truth or dare, providing that the truths and dares were not too daring for a Gentleman’s tea party.

“The truth is…” Steampunk replied, “I have stolen something before.”

Crudler enjoyed this juicy gossip and asked, “What was it?”

“When I was six I stole a cookie from the local bakery,” Steampunk confessed.  “My mom found out and I had to apologize and give the baker all the change from my piggy bank to pay for it.”

“Ooh, that sucks,” Mage-ler commented.

“Okay, uh… Gentleman, truth or dare,” Steampunk asked.

“I pray that you dare me to make some more tea,” Gentleman replied as he tried to pour hot water out of an empty kettle.  “Excuse me.”

“No, I’ll do it,” Bitch Onceler offered, gesturing for Gentleman to sit back down.

“But I must-“

“No, Mister Onceler, you’ve been on your feet all evening,” Bitch Onceler replied.  “You should sit back and enjoy your party.  Besides, how hard is it to make tea?”

“I suppose.”  Gentleman gave Bitch Onceler the kettle on a silver platter.  “The tea bags are in the pantry.”

“Thank you,” Bitch Onceler replied.

“This game sucks,” Wantsler blurted out.

Bitch Onceler gasped.  “Wantsler!”

Crudler shrugged.  “Well, it is kinda boring.  Hey, Gent has Monopoly.  Do we have too many people to play Monopoly?”

“I don’t think so,” Onceler commented before he left for the kitchen.  “Monopoly usually got violent for us.”

“Oh?” Gentleman asked.

“Yup,” Wantsler replied.  “Soon as someone gets their first monopoly, Daddy’s trades start becoming physical.”

Gentleman looked to Pimp in surprise.  “Oh my.”

Pimp just grinned.  “What can I say?  I love making money.”

Gentleman chuckled.  “I suppose closing the brothel was a trial for you, now was it?”

Pimp drew close to the Gentleman.  “It was the easiest decision of my life,” he nearly whispered into Gent’s ear.

Wantsler felt like throwing up at such a display, or at least felt like clocking Gentleman in the jaw.  Wanting out of the room for the moment, Wantsler decided to follow Bitch Onceler into the kitchen.

“Oh, are we playing truth or dare still?” Gentleman asked.  “I would like to answer truth.”

The game continued in the parlor as the pouting Wantsler made his way to the kitchen.  Bitch Onceler was filling up the kettle with water before placing it on the burner.  Leaving the kettle to heat, Bitch Onceler headed for the pantry to find the tea bags, only to bump into Wantsler.  “Oh, excuse me.  Shouldn’t you be playing truth or dare.”

“Nah, it’s boring,” Wantsler replied blandly.  “I was… looking for snacks,” he quickly lied.

“Mister Onceler is out of snacks too?  I’ll check in the pantry for some,” Bitch Onceler said as he headed into the pantry.

Wantsler sat at the kitchen table, bored as hell and stewing in jealousy.  He glared at a big vase of sunflowers on the table.  Damn, did Gentleman love his sunflowers.  One by one, Wantsler lazily plucked the petals and let them fall onto the tabletop.

Time passed quick until the kettle began to sing.  “Wantsler could you get that?” Bitch Onceler called out from the pantry.  “I’m still looking for the tea bags.”

Wantsler groaned.  “Fine.”  He made his way to the oven and took the kettle off the burner.  As he turned the burner off, Wantsler eyed the kettle and got a wild idea.  He looked over his shoulder, he’s the only person in the kitchen right now.  Perfect.  Quickly, Wantsler took the hot lid off the kettle.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie of shiny white powder.  He dumped the powder into the kettle and stirred it until it dissolved completely.

“Wantsler?  You got the kettle?” Bitch Onceler called out.

Wantsler placed the lid back on the kettle and innocently sat back at the table.  “Yes.”

“Good.  I found the tea bags.  And some cookies.”  Bitch Onceler placed the tea packets and box of cookies on the silver platter.  Careful of the heat, Bitch Onceler took the kettle and placed it on the silver platter as well.  Wantsler followed Bitch Onceler back into the parlor, a devilishly satisfied grin on his face.

Gentleman smiled as Bitch Onceler returned with the tea.  “Oh good, I could use some tea.”

“I could have something to drink myself,” Steampunk added as he picked up his empty cup.

“Well, there’s plenty of water in the kettle,” Bitch Onceler commented.  “Oh and Mister Onceler, I found these cookies in the pantry cause Wantsler was hungry, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Gentleman replied.  “We were running low on tea cookies anyway.  Plenty of tea cakes and sandwiches though.”

“Oh Gentleman, those cucumber sandwiches were delicious,” Steampunk commented.

Pimp nodded in agreement.  “My Gentleman sure knows how to make his finger foods.”

Wantsler watched as Bitch Onceler carefully poured water into everyone’s teacups, including his.  While no one was watching, Wantsler smiled deviously as he stirred the tea bag into the water and took a big sip.

The party continued with one more round of truth or dare.  As the truths and dares continued, the guests continued to enjoy their tea and snacks.  They continued to enjoy their company, none the wiser of the powder that was stirred into their water.

The green Mage-ler finished his turn, thus ending the game, when Gentleman suddenly felt a little giggly.  The Gentleman covered his mouth to stifle a chuckle in his throat.  As the others contemplated the next game of the night, Pimp noticed the Gentleman’s little laughter.  “Something the matter?”

“Oh, nothing,” Gentleman replied, the smile still plastered to his face.  “I just seem so… lightheaded.  I probably need my rest, it is growing late.”

Pimp asked, “Shall we call it a night and send you to bed?”

Gentleman grinned.  “Would you like to come to bed with me?”

As if a switch was suddenly turned in Pimp’s head, his mind suddenly began to swim in a fog.  Pimp grinned back, showing off that sharp toothed smile of his, before leaning in and kissing Gentleman.  Gentleman was more than happy to join in, those his eyes expressed for a short second his surprise that he would make out so boldly during his tea party.

Crudler couldn’t help but notice the commotion in the corner of the room.  “Hey, looks like someone’s having fun all to themselves.”

Steampunk blushed as Pimp began to yank the coat off Gentleman’s arms, still busily distracted with his tongue stirring deep in Gentleman’s mouth.  The Gentleman purred lightly into Pimp’s throat, which only excited the Pimp even more.  “Oh… oh dear…”  Steampunk nervously hid his eyes under his hands.

“Does it give you any ideas?” Crudler asked as he gently nipped at Steampunk’s neck.

Steampunk was in a cold sweat, his body shaking timidly while he could feel some hotness rising inside of him.  His mind was screaming in fright to be so open, even amongst others, but his mind was quickly muffled by his actions as he grabbed Crudler and pulled him close.

Bitch Onceler was stunned silent as he watched the events unfold on both sides of the room.  He watched as the once timid Gentleman chuckled loudly as Pimp pushed him down onto the floor, with Pimp lying on top of him.  All while Steampunk and Crudler grew into a lustful mess of kissing and groping, only to stop long enough for the breathless Steampunk to call his machine over.  The confused Greedlerbot did respond to Steampunk’s command, curious of the events unfolding in front of him as well.

“What the hell’s going on?” Bitch Onceler asked aloud as he watched Steampunk lead Greedlerbot between him and Crud.

Wantsler couldn’t help but happily enjoy the sights, all while groping himself, yearning for a place in the thick of it.

Bitch Onceler froze as he felt the sharp nails of demon Mage-ler wrapping on his chest.  “That leaves you and me,” the green Mage-ler hissed, his eyes glowing dimly green as he closed in on the Onceler from behind.

“What?”  Bitch Onceler was silenced by the Mage-ler placing a firm kiss against his lips.  He tried to fight off the advances, but was quickly drugged with ecstasy as he felt Mage-ler tongue slink between his lips like a serpent dancing wildly.

It wasn’t long before the guests were growing hot and heavy, lost to the world and the tea party they were having just a short time ago.  Those who had doubts and confusion were lost in the moment, and those that were simply lost in the moment were drowning in it.

One by one lust took hold, so thick that their minds drew blank.  Even Gentleman was fading into the fog as he felt Pimp tear his shirt open and lick heavily at his chest.  Gentleman was panting heavily as he wove his fingers deep into Pimp’s hair.  He stared into the ceiling, driven by the feeling of Pimp’s tongue lapping and his crotch grinding harder against Gent’s.  Gentleman soon felt just the grinding, not the lapping.  Curious, yet deep in moaning, Gentleman looked over his chest to spy Pimp busily grinding down on Gent, while his tongue was busily swimming in Wantsler’s mouth.

“… Mister… Onceler…?” Gentleman barely moaned… before his mind was completely cut off.

~~~

Gentleman Onceler awoke to the feeling of sunlight pouring into his eyes.  He turned his head away, and faced a sleeping Pimp Greedler snoring loudly in his ear.  His senses began to slowly return, and Gentleman could feel his warm cotton sheets wrapping Pimp and himself ever so gently.  Gent smiled, cuddling up close to Pimp and wrapping his curiously sore arms around him.

Gent’s hand brushed up against a foot resting against Pimp’s back.  Curious, Gent lifted his sore head to spy Wantsler sleeping on the other side, his feet on Gentleman’s pillow and completely exposed to the world.

“Oh my!” Gentleman fell back, covering his eyes from the sight of a naked Wantsler.

Gent slammed his sore body against another sore body beside him.  “Oh, ow!”  Bitch Onceler woke from his slumber only to spy Gentleman lying next to him.  Except for Gentleman wrapped in a sheet, they were both naked.  “Oh, geez!”  Bitch Onceler quickly grabbed the pillow next to him and covered his shame with it.  There was a long pause, both staring at each other in shock, before Bitch Onceler finally whispered, “That wasn’t a dream… was it?”

“Oh my… oh my…” Gentleman lay down in the bed, covering his eyes in complete shock and shame.  “Oh dear oh my oh dear oh my oh dear…”

“How the hell did this happen?” Bitch Onceler snapped.  “All I remember was serving the tea and laying out the cookies that Wantsler want- oh shit Wantsler spiked the tea.”

“Oh no no no no,” Gent almost cried in horror.  “Mister Onceler will never forgive me.”

“It’s okay,” Bitch Onceler tried to assure the Gentleman.  “Well, it’s not okay, but you’re innocent in all this and so is Daddy.”

“But- but what if I- oh dear what if I slept with someone else?” Gentleman asked, tears welling in his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure everyone did that,” Bitch Onceler commented sourly as he looked around the room.

“What?”  Gentleman could barely lift his sore head as he took a look around.  All he could see was all of his guests sleeping nude in Gent’s completely trashed bed.  And his whole room was a mess of crumpled clothing, toppled furniture, even a broken lamp and… are those toys and restraints??

Gentleman flopped back down in the bed just in time to hear another wake from his slumber.  “Oh good God,” Steampunk moaned as he tried to sit up.  “Do all your tea parties end like this, Gentleman?”

“I really hope not,” Gentleman groaned.

Crudler woke and rolled Steampunk off from atop of him.  “Morning,” he sighed as he moved his sore back.

“What on earth happened?” Stemapunk exclaimed.

“I dunno,” Crudler replied, “but all I remember is you more than ready to bang your robot before me.”

“I would never- what?”  Steampunk noticed Mechanical Greedler lying next to Crudler, his body stripped of clothing as he rested silently in sleep mode.  “Greedler?”  Stemapunk tapped the robot’s nose twice, and the Greedlerbot softly returned from his rest.  Though he was confused as well, he was the only one calm about it at the moment.  “Greedler, do you remember anything?”

The Mechanical Greedler nodded as he pointed to his left eye.

“You mean… oh good Lord.”  Steampunk was frozen in realization.

“What?” Gentleman asked, shocked to hear the worse to this blinded tale.  “What is it?”

Steampunk simply replied through his shock, “Greedler taped the whole thing.”

A loud cackle echoed through the room.  The assumedly sleeping Wantsler couldn’t help to be amused at that piece of information uttered from Steampunk’s lips.

“It’s not funny!” Bitch Onceler snapped as he slammed his pillow on Wantsler’s face.

The pillow quieted Wantsler down, as well as woke up Pimp from his slumber.  He slowly lifted his head and took a good look around.  “Oh.  Right.”

Gentleman immediately pleaded, “Oh please Mister Onceler I am so sorry I do not know what came over me it was not me it was Wantsler he is to blame I am so sorry for what I have done I had no control over it I so wish I could stop what had happened last night-“

“Could someone shut that whiny mortal up?” Mage-ler moaned as he rolled over and covered his head with what little sheet he had.

Ignoring his sore body, Pimp sat straight up in bed.  “Everybody out!  Now!!”

Bitch Onceler and Steampunk quickly leaped out of bed and gathered their clothes, while the rest slowly dragged their feet.  Gentleman was about to sit up when Pimp stopped him.  “Not you.”

Fear shivered through Gentleman’s tired body as he lay back down in the bed.  The others gathered their clothing and headed out the door.

“I uh… guess I’ll go make breakfast?” Bitch Onceler offered as he walked out the bedroom door.

“Sweet!  And we can watch the video while we eat!” Wantsler exclaimed.

“I am erasing that video from Greedlerbot’s memory!” Steampunk snapped at Wantsler.

“Oh come on, Steam,” Wantsler whined.  “Don’t you want to see who you fucked besides Crud?”

“And see if you fucked your robot before me?” Crud smirked.

Steampunk frowned furiously.  “I do not sleep with my robot!”

Mechanical Greedler seemed somewhat hurt from that comment, though no one could see him as he was one of the last out the door.

The demon Mage-ler was the last out the door.  He looked over his shoulder with a smile.  “Great tea party, Gentleman.  I can’t wait for the next one.”

“OUT!!” Pimp roared.

Mage-ler was already closing the bedroom door behind him.

Gentleman hid underneath the covers, only his eyes were exposed as he watched Pimp glare down at him.  A time passed before Pimp stretched his arms out.  Tears falling down his cheeks, Gentleman fell into Pimp’s arms, never wanting to let go.  “I am sorry Mister Onceler.  Please forgive me.”

Pimp hugged his Gentleman tight.  “I have no choice in the matter.  I’m just as guilty as you are.”

Gentleman smiled at his Pimp and whispered.  “I forgive you too.”

Pimp moaned as he felt his body ache from the mindless blur of lust from the night before.  “Damn, that was a hell of a night.”

“Do not remind me,” Gentleman moaned, feeling Pimp’s strong arms press against his sore back.  “Could you do me a favor, Mister Onceler, and, perhaps give me a massage?”

-----

First he was a woman.  Then he swapped bodies with Pimp.  Now he’s two inches tall.

Those Magic!Anons just don’t know when to quit, do they?

Gentleman Onceler stood on the small table in his tea parlor.  The room was a quaint little nook in his home, but at his new height he felt smaller and more vulnerable than before.  Wrapping his arms tightly around himself, Gentleman hid underneath the leaves drooping out of the vase of sunflowers.  He leaned his back against the cold glass vase, then slowly sank into sitting, lowering his head to his knees as he clung tightly to his calves.

“Mister Onceler?”

A long second passed before Gent lifted his head.  “M-my apologies,” Gent whispered, taking off his monocle to wipe away one of the tears trailing down his cheeks.

Still his normal size, Bitch Onceler entered the parlor.  He sat down in the chair next to the small table.  “Mister Onceler?  Are you okay?”

Gentleman sniffled back a sob.  “I’m fine.”

Onceler eyed the Gentleman, a worried look splashing across his face.  “You know, it’s not gentlemanly to lie.”

“Well I haven’t been a gentleman lately, have I?” Gentleman suddenly snapped.  “I’ve been sleeping with Pimp and making crude jokes.  I’m alienating my old followers to please new followers.  And clearly being myself makes me nothing more than a child who has ruined the fandom!”

Onceler nearly fell out of his chair.  He has never heard Gent so angry before.  It seemed almost out of his character.

Shrinking back, Gentleman muffled his anger with sobbing.  “I apologize.  I did not mean to snapped.  It’s just… the anon hate and the Magic!Anons, they have me so stressed.”

“I bet,” Bitch Onceler smiled.

“Maybe I have changed too much,” Gentleman muttered aloud as he reached up and brushed his finger tips against the edge of a leaf.

“But if you didn’t,” Onceler replied, “you would not have changed us.”

Gentleman looked up, his blue eyes misty with tears.  “What?”

“I admit, you have become a little crude from hanging around us,” Bitch Onceler explained.  “But, that’s okay.  Because if you didn’t meet us… well, Pimp would still be the Pimp he was.  Pimp has changed because of you.  You changed Pimp.  And if you never met Pimp he would still be that lecherous man running the brothel.

“And…  then I wouldn’t have changed.”  A soft smile for Gent grew across Bitch Onceler’s face.  “Yeah, that’s right.  If Pimp never changed, the brothel would still be open and I’d still be a whore.  And… I would have never met you.”  A little tear welled in the corner of Onceler’s eye.  “Yes, you changed me too, Gentleman.  For being who you are, for being such a kind person underneath that crude humor.  I still remember how you and I would talk after a busy day at the brothel, and even hug me even when I smelled of sex and shame.  You built me up before the brothel closed, Gent.  And if you never came into our lives… I would have never been changed for the better.”

Gentleman peered out from under the shelter of the leaves.  Tears rained down his face, but they were tears of joy washing away the tears of hurt.

Onceler smiled down at Gent.  “You changed us, Gentleman Onceler.  And how you have changed reminds us of that every day.”

“Oh, Onceler.”  Gent wiped away the tears from his eyes.  “My apologies, but I’m crying.”

A chime rang from down the hall.  Bitch Onceler jumped up from his seat.  “Oh, cookies are ready!  Be right back.”

Gentleman Onceler was left alone in the room.  At his tiny height the room still felt gargantuan.  But at this moment in time he felt ten feet tall, and no Magic!Anon could change that!  Well, some anon hate might, but…

At that moment Gentleman felt more silly than sad.  He was reminded of how, as Bitch Onceler had a friend in Gentleman, Gentleman had a friend in Bitch Onceler.  And he had more than Onceler.  He had Pimp, and a bunch more Oncelers.  In fact, he still had followers who cared for him so, old and new.  Oh, how a few harsh words can make a man forget, and a few kind words can bring it all back.

A thick aroma of fresh cookies and lemon filled the room.  Bitch Onceler entered, carrying a small platter of lemon cookies and a hot cup of tea.  “Surprise!” he smiled.

Gentleman grinned wide.  “Oh, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“Oh, but I did,” Bitch Onceler replied.

“But, how am I supposed to eat all this?” Gentleman asked.  “Those portions are so large compared to my tiny stature!”

“Tiny bites,” Bitch Onceler replied.  With a big grin, Bitch Onceler turned to step out.  “I’ll leave you two alone.”

Gentleman was left with a rather puzzled look.  “Two?”

The room grew silent, with the exception of rather quiet nibbling coming from the pile of lemon cookies.  Gentleman climbed onto the silver platter, his small body reflecting onto the shining metal below his feet.  He looked behind the cookies to see a small Pimp Greedler, about two and a half inches tall, nibbling onto the edge of a lemon cookie.

Pimp looked up casually from his tiny bite marks.  “Hi.”

“Mister Onceler?” Gent asked, happy to see him and shocked to see him pocket sized.

 “Yeah, some Magic!Anon got me too,” Pimp shrugged.  “It’s annoying cause I was small before.  I think they’re running out of ideas.”

“Well, at least this time I’m small enough to enjoy your company.”  Gentleman giggled.  He almost apologized, but then realized that there was no need to apologize around Pimp.  Pimp always says that, around him, Gent doesn’t need to apologize for being who he is.

He should not have to apologize for being who he is.  That should be something that Gentleman Onceler should take to heart this day.

Pimp grinned as he stood up and climbed onto a lemon cookie that was tilted against the tea cup.  Using it like a ramp, Pimp climbed up to the edge of the cup and dipped his finger into the tea.  “Warm, but rather inviting.  Almost like a hot tub,” Pimp mused as he loosened his tie.

Gentleman blushed.  “Mister Onceler, what on earth are you doing?”

“You sure do love your tea, darling.”  Pimp grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt.  “You ever bathed in tea?”

Gentleman smiled.  “Not until today, I assume,” he replied as he unbuttoned his red vest.

The red vest slipped off Gent’s shoulders as he went to loosening his tie.  The whole time he kept his eyes on Pimp, who just disrobed his shirt.  Gentleman eyed Pimp’s back, from his broad shoulders to every little freckle.  As Pimp began to drop his trousers, Gentleman Onceler got a good look at the tramp stamp that he gave Pimp when they switched bodies a few weeks back.  Deciding to be himself, flaws and all, Gentleman laughed loudly to himself.