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Wren was a slave who worked at an inn.
It wasn’t a very prosperous inn. But it did well enough. There were always travelers coming and going, and the dining room was filled with both guests and townspeople every night.
Wren thought his life was good. The only person who fucked him was his master, and otherwise his only duties were cleaning and serving the guests. It left him a little harried sometimes, but his master did all the cooking, so that certainly lightened the load.
Every evening, a nice man named Mr. Godwin came to have a few pints of beer. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair and a well trimmed beard. He was Wren’s favorite part of the day, because he would smile at him and talk to him like he was a person. He even knew Wren’s name! What kind of a free person cared about a silly thing like that?
“Busy night, huh, Wren?” Mr. Godwin would say.
“Yes, sir,” Wren would reply. “I’m very happy to serve so many fine folks, ‘specially you, sir.”
“Fine folks? Ha! Another glass when you have a moment, dear.”
And when Wren brought it, he’d say, “You’re as quick as a rabbit, aren’t you, Wren?”
“I’m so happy I’ve pleased you, sir!”
“Oh, as if you’re surprised. I’m here every day, aren't I? No one in town works as hard as you do, honey.”
And Wren would blush and thank him before hurrying away to bring other customers their food.
At the end of the night, Mr. Godwin would pay, and then slip a few extra coins into Wren’s hand.
“Goodnight, sweetheart. Buy yourself something nice, on me, yeah?”
He didn’t seem to understand that under no circumstances was Wren to ever keep any money whatsoever, even when Wren had tried to explain. But the gesture still made his heart flutter and his greedy slave cock press against its cage. This shamed him- Mr. Godwin was so kind, and he had the audacity to lust after him? The man would never talk to him again if he knew!
Today was a busy day. It was still early in the evening, so early that Mr. Godwin wouldn’t arrive for a long time yet. It was some kind of holiday, and everyone was much drunker than usual. Wren scurried around bringing people meals and alcohol as fast as he could- mostly alcohol.
One of the tables was quite handsy. Wren was uncomfortable, but he was used to this- being groped was nothing to fuss over, not when one was a slave. But it increased in intensity every time he went over, which wasn’t normal. Wren was starting to get frightened.
He placed down another order of beers on the table, then yelped when one of the men picked him up and placed him in his lap. Wren could feel he was hard and tried to slip off of him.
“‘scuse me, sir, I have to go serve other folks,” Wren said, but the man held fast.
“They can wait a little, slut,” he said.
He pushed some dishes aside and bent Wren over the table. Wren tried to stand up, but the man held him down and ripped his tunic to bare his hole.
“No! Stop, my master-“ Wren yelped, but was cut off by a hard slap to his ass.
“Quiet, fuckhole!”
The man pressed inside of Wren dry, and Wren shrieked like a dying animal. It hurt, it hurt so bad, and he could feel himself tearing.
“Master!” he shrieked. “Master, Master, help me, help! Master-“
“Shut up!” the man said, slamming into Wren over and over while the people around laughed at Wren’s panic and pain.
“Master!”
“Hey!”
Everyone stopped and stared at Wren’s master, who had stomped out of the kitchen. Wren sobbed in relief.
“Master! Master-”
“If you want to use him, you gotta pay for it,” Master snapped. “I’m not running a charity here!”
Wren felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He went limp.
“How much?” the man inside of Wren asked.
“I’ll charge each of ya a pint of beer for every time you fuck him,” Master said. “And I’m keeping watch to make sure I’m paid for each time.”
“Fair enough!” the man ]said. He tossed a coin over to Master and resumed moving.
Wren wailed. “Master, what- Master-“
“Shut up,” Master hissed. “Someone fuck his mouth, I’m sick of his yapping.”
Wren felt like he was floating above his body as the night went on. He didn’t know how many people he took in both his holes, he didn’t know how many hours it had been, he didn’t know anything. His body hurt, and he knew his hole was bleeding, but it felt faraway, irrelevant. A glass of beer was dumped over his head at some point, and he couldn’t smell anything else.
He hoped he was pleasing Master. He didn’t have full control of his body, but the little he did have he used to be obedient and suck or clench, so maybe Master would be happy with him and praise him. It would all be worth it if Master would praise him afterwards.
Eventually, Master started kicking people out.
“Anyone who’s not staying here, get out, and anyone who is, go to your room!” he bellowed. “I don’t want piss and vomit everywhere, you animals. Out!”
The man and women currently fucking Wren finished up and dropped him to the floor, leaving last of all.
Wren wanted to lie there forever.
And then Master slammed the door shut.
“You,” Master hissed furiously.
Wren snapped back to reality.
“M-Master?”
“You little slut. You disgusting little whore. How dare you?”
“I- what?” Wren squeaked. “What, Master? I didn’t- I don’t- I thought you wanted-“
“You ran around my inn, enticing my customers by shaking your little ass so they’d fuck you. Isn’t that right?”
“No, Master! No! I didn’t want it, not even a little-“
“And you got exactly what you wanted, didn’t you, slut? Because apparently I, your fucking master, aren’t enough for you. You thought you could betray me, and there would be no consequences!”
“No, no,” Wren sobbed.
“You repulse me,” Master said. “Bend over a table. Present your used up, worthless ass.”
Wren obeyed, sobbing hysterically, pulling up his tunic to bare himself. He heard Master take off his belt, and cried harder.
Master hit him so hard, Wren couldn’t manage to count or thank him like he ought to. He could only scream.
“Quiet,” Master growled. “You’ll disturb the customers.”
He didn’t give Wren any time to recover. He just kept bringing down the belt with all of his strength until Wren knew he was bleeding and his head felt light and far away.
Master tossed down the bloody belt.
“Tomorrow, I’m going to start trying to sell you.”
Wren shot up in horror, his legs collapsing under him immediately. He dragged himself over to Master’s legs to cling to him.
“No!” he shrieked. “No, Master, please, this slave is sorry, I’m sorry, forgive me, punish me more, please-“
Master kicked him away. “You think I want a disloyal piece of shit that betrays his master because he’s such a slut he needs other people to fill his greedy, disgusting holes? No.” Master spat on him. “Actions have consequences, fuckhole. This was your choice. If you hadn’t felt the need to entice my good, hardworking customers into using you, you wouldn’t be in this mess. It’s all your fault, and nobody else’s. Now, clean up your mess- and you can sleep out here. I don’t see why I should grant you my protection when you don’t even want it.”
Wren was crying so hard, snot pouring out of his nose and drooling onto the floor, that he couldn’t speak a single word.
“After I sell you, I’ll get a new slave. One who appreciates all they have and all I give them, and isn’t a faithless, ungrateful cocksleeve like you are.”
And then Master left, and Wren was alone.
He cleaned up, even though his legs couldn’t hold him up properly and he had to crawl. He felt like he might shatter into a million pieces.
The door opened. Wren flinched and huddled in on himself.
“Aw, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did your master punish you?”
It was Mr. Godwin. He was late. Wren’s heart broke again at the thought that the man who had always been so kind to him was seeing him like this- there was no way to hide what he truly was, not anymore.
“Yessir,” Wren whispered. “Master had to punish me on account of me being such a slut, sir.”
“A slut?”
“Yes, sir. I was bad and- and-“ Wren choked on a sob. “Master’s gonna sell me tomorrow.”
“Sell you?!”
Wren got to his feet, shaking terribly. “Thank you for always being so nice to me, sir, even though I’m a worthless whore. I never deserved it but I promise I was so grateful, sir. Please, I want to thank you, sir- please?” Wren bent over a table, spread his legs, and pulled up his tunic. “If it’s you, sir, I don’t mind. You can have my ass or my mouth if you want, sir, whatever you want, I’ll be good, I promise-“
A gentle hand rested on Wren’s ass. “Honey, you’re bleeding.”
“‘M sorry, sir- do you want my mouth? Anything you want, sir, anything-“
Mr. Godwin’s strong hands lifted Wren up and placed him kneeling on the floor. Wren was relieved- his hole would get a rest- and immediately crawled forward and started trying to undo the man’s trousers.
“No, Wren. I don’t want that right now. Tell me what happened. I want to know everything.”
Wren wilted with shame, but knew he had no right to argue.
“I was serving the honored customers and I was being a whore somehow, even though it wasn’t on purpose, I swear, sir!”
“I believe you,” Mr. Godwin said soothingly. Wren sobbed.
“And so they started using my hole and I begged Master for help, but he said to be good and said if they wanted to use me, they had to pay- but I wasn’t gonna make you pay, sir, promise!”
“It’s alright, Wren, I know. Then what happened?”
“I got fucked lots and then when they were done, Master was mad at me because I’m a bad, disloyal slut, and so he punished me and now he’s gonna sell me, and so please, sir, I wanna thank you before I have to go-“
“I think I’ve heard enough,” Mr. Godwin growled, face furious. “Where’s your master?”
“The room down that hall,” Wren whispered, trembling. “The very end, sir.”
Mr. Godwin went away. Wren cursed himself. How could he have been so stupid? A fine, upstanding gentleman like Mr. Godwin didn’t want a used up hole like Wren. He was going to tell Master about Wren’s disgraceful behavior, and he would be punished again, and he would have to live knowing the very last time he had seen the kind man he had disappointed and repulsed him-
When Mr. Godwin came back, Wren crawled forward to cling to his shoe.
“Sorry, sir,” Wren whimpered. “Sorry, sorry-“
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Mr. Godwin said. “Do you have any belongings, dear?”
“No, sir, nothing but this tunic.”
Mr. Godwin’s lips thinned with displeasure, but his face softened after a moment. “Alright, then.” He scooped Wren up, and Wren squeaked. “Let’s go home.”
It was a moment before Wren’s mouth was able to work.
“H-home, sir?”
“Yes, I’ve worked it all out with your former master. I bought you, and you’ll be coming home with me.”
Wren was frozen, unable to move or speak.
“W-with you?”
“Yes, honey, with me.”
“Master?”
Mr. Godwin smiled down at him, fondness clear in his eyes. “Yes, that’s right, darling. I’m your master now.”
If Wren had thought he had been crying before, he had been wrong. He started sobbing so hard he could barely even think.
When he could speak again, they were outside, the moon and stars shining down on him.
“But- but I’m a whore!” Wren wailed. “I’m all used up! I’m bad!”
“I disagree,” Mr. Godwin said. “I think you’re a very, very good boy who let all those nasty people fuck you without a hint of a struggle because you thought it would please your master. And I know you’ll work just as hard to please me, sweet thing.”
Wren let out an anguished sound, and buried his face in Master’s chest, clinging to him as if his life depended on it. “Master!”
“Darling Wren.” Master kissed the top of his head. “If I had known what a bastard your master was earlier, I would’ve… Nevermind.”
“It’s my fault, Master!” Wren protested. He hated arguing with his new master, but he could bear the thought of his former master getting undeserved ire even less. “I enticed them!”
Master held him closer. “Sweet, precious boys like you are meant to be spoiled and cherished and loved, not raped.”
“But I can’t be raped, Master,” Wren said, slightly confused. “I’m a slave, not a person.”
Master sighed and kissed the top of his head again. “Did you know I only came to that inn every night because of you, darling? You were so adorable, I had to see you every day.”
Wren squeaked and buried his face in his master’s chest again.
“Aw,” Master cooed. He gently raised Wren’s chin and pressed a kiss to his lips. Wren shuddered and whined. “Now I get to see you every day, and I won’t even have to leave my bed.”
“I’ll be good for you, Master! So good!” Wren promised fervently. “I’ll be the most submissive and humble ever, I promise, and I’ll never entice anyone else ever again!”
“I know you will. And you’ll never have to worry about anyone else pawing at you, sweetheart,” Master replied. “I’m not a terrible fucking excuse for a master like your former one was. No one touches what’s mine. I’ll always protect you and take care of you, just like a sweet, beautiful slave like you needs. The only cock you’ll ever feel inside of you for the rest of your life is mine.”
Wren poured out his tearful gratitudes the whole way home. When they got there, Master gave him a bath, took Wren out of his cage, and climbed in the tub with him to rub their cocks together until they both spilled.
“I’ll fuck you properly once your poor hole is healed,” Master promised, “but for now, I just want to give my sweet boy some pleasure after all he’s endured, like he deserves.”
Wren was nearly catatonic with how good it felt. But the best part wasn’t the orgasm he had been gifted- the best part was that after Master had dried him and taken him into his room, he allowed him on his own bed, and let Wren fall asleep in his arms.
Wren woke up several times due to horrible nightmares that he was back at the inn being fucked, but Master never got angry. He soothed Wren and coddled him, holding him tightly until they both fell asleep again.
It was the happiest Wren had ever felt, even with his hole still hurting and the terror and devastation of earlier still at the back of his mind. He hoped if he was dreaming, he wouldn’t ever wake up.