Red light district m/m

Postby Lucasgag96 » Fri May 16, 2014 5:44 am

This is a dystopian fictional story about a 17 year old boy named George, living in a society run by the government, keeping order by forcing young boys to work for them in different districts. George is called and conducted to the red light district, where he is given the job of a prostitute at the large brothel called The Dovers. A legal mansion of bdsm and slavery. Is this really his destiny? Are there anyone who can show him his real purpose?

Alright guys, the first chapter is an introduction so there are no bondage, but in the end there are some smut so don't give up on me yet.
I hope you like it. There will be more chapters, don't worry!
The boy George is based on my looks so if you want a "face" to go with the story, feel free to pm me and I'll send you a pic!
Enjoy!


George combed his hair with his fingers, ruffling his brown curls looser to get more texture.
He was standing in front of his broken mirror in his tiny concrete bedroom, the stone floor cold against his bare feet. His amber eyes darker underneath his long, black eyelashes and his baby skin pale in the light.
He had chosen his favorite black long sleeved shirt, tight against his toned frame. A pair of dark blue Levi jeans his father had sent him from the capital, and clean, black boxers.
Today was the day; today he was going to be called. He hoped to become a office worker, because they always got a lot of money compared to the jobs on the fields.
He was finally of age to be distributed a job in the capital, like his father had many years ago, to be able to provide for his family.
The loud bell rang, and George closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He hurried down the steps to where his mother and two younger sisters were waiting in the dark, blue living room, all wearing their best outfits to support him.
“Are you ready love?” his mother smiled, but there were tearstains on her dress, and her eyes tired and red.
George gave her a weak smile in return, putting his hands on her cheeks and kiss her nose.
“It’s going to be fine mum.” He promised and rested his forehead against hers. She answered with smooth palms against his hands on her face, and a quiet sob.

George looked down on his two year younger sister Emma, and his smile grew.
He let go of his mother and embraced her, kissing the top of her head as they held each other tight.
“Take care of mum and Daisy for me, alright?” he said and placed two hands on her shoulders, looking deep into her brown eyes.
She dried fresh tears away with the back of her hand and nodded. Then he looked down on his youngest sibling, only 11 years old, looking at him with wonder.
George kneeled down in front of her and held his hands up, signing with them that he loved her as he memorized her face.
She replied with a toothy grin and used her small hands to sign back, telling him that she loved him too.

Then the bell rang again, and it was time.

They walked out to the square, George were holding Daisy’s hand as they went down the street, joining other families whom like them were quiet, nervous and sad, slowly walking together holding each other’s hands..
George’s mother and Emma were walking behind them, and he could hear how they were both crying.
He swallowed the big lump in his throat as the square appeared around the corner of a house.
The little square was crowded with people. Mother’s crying, holding their sons. Men in uniforms with guns trying to separate them, pulling the boys further down the square.
George turned to his family and with sad eyes but a strong pride, looked upon them.
“Make sure to keep each other safe. I will send as much money as I can every month to make sure you get food and water.”
He hugged them all again, his mother wouldn’t let go as it seemed, but he whispered;
“Don’t worry about me mum, I’ll be back soon. Have faith in me.”
“I believe in you like I believe in God, son.”
She released him and kissed him on his cheek.
“I’ll see you soon. I love you.” He said and walked through the crowd, and as he kept turning back, his family faded into the mass of people, and soon they were gone.

After struggling through crying, screaming and yelling people, he finally ended up at the end of the square, where they had put fences up to keep the mayhem behind it. On the other side stood boys in George’s age, hugging themselves as the cold wind blew. A guard noticed George on the wrong side of the fence and yelled;
“Hey, you… come here.”
He was pulled to the side by his arm and through an opening in the fence to where the other boys were standing.
He was then pushed towards them, just as the last ring of the bell sang, and everything went quiet.

A man in a darker colored uniform stepped forward, three men with the same outfit lined up behind him, guns strapped to their belts.
The important man’s hair was black as night, combed and styled into a proper, sleek hairstyle. His cold stare small and icy blue, thin lips in a horizontal line on his pale face.
He looked over the set of boys, before with a dark, gravel voice yelled:
“I want the boys lined up, NOW!”
Guards walked into the fenced area and pulled and pushed the boys to put them in a nice order on the square.
George was pulled roughly by a guard to stand between two other boys, both taller than him.
Suddenly, the sound of a whistle sang, and everything was again quiet as death.
The man was holding a silver colored whistle in his white gloved hand, looking over the square again.
“It’s time for each and every one of you to be called, to claim your rightful place in the hands of the government. To work and serve this country, as well as the people living in it.”

George looked up on the flagpoles where the white and golden flags were raised with pride. He took a deep breath and pulled his lips in between his teeth, the nerves getting the better of him.
“I will call your name and you will come forward to be examined to what you might purpose for… Chris Jefferson!” The man yelled and a boy in the front walked up.
He was examined from head to toe by the man’s eyes only, and then pulled aside by a guard and into one of the vans.
Eventually, George could hear his name being called. He didn’t move at first, and the silence that lingered grew thicker.
“George Wills!” the man yelled a second time, this time with a tone of irritation.
George shook himself awake and slowly walked up to the man, who eyed him as he got closer.
The man arched his eyebrows at him, his eyes growing bigger as he inspected George. He looked down in the papers and then up again. George swallowed the second lump that day and kept staring into the distance, fingers itching with anticipation.
“Red light district.” The man said to the guard standing beside him, ready to take George away.
“Where is that?” George asked without thinking. The man looked on him surprised, but the look soon turned into a vicious grin.
“Don’t worry you have a purpose, son.” He said as the guard grabbed a tight hold around George’s arms, pulling him aside.
He turned to look out on the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of his family one last time. But the guard wasn’t merciful. He was pulled towards a black van with the government’s emblem on the sides.

He was pushed into the back and found, that he was the first one to be put into it.
George was confused, and now a little terrified. Where was he really going?
After a while, the door was opened again and another boy was pushed inside. His hair was blonde, styled into a quiffy hairstyle and his face flawless, a strong jawline and big, dark blue eyes. George remembered him from school, Doug.
“Where do you think we are going?” Doug immediately asked and sat down on the floor of the dark van.
“I dunno…” George looked down onto his crossed legs and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Typical him to get all shy in the presence of a handsome boy.

After a while, the door was opened. But it wasn’t another boy being pushed inside, but one of the men in a dark uniform that had been standing behind the caller.
This man looked to be around 26 years old, his eyes grey and cold, hair styled with gel into a sleek style like the caller’s, he had a very menacing look on his face as he entered the van and shut the door behind him.
“Well am I not a lucky guy to be the one to escort you to the red light district?” He said, voice as soft as velvet as he looked down on the two boys on the floor.

George wrinkled his face in confusion and turned to look at Doug, who pretty much had the same look on his.
“Don’t worry, I am just going to try you out okay? To see what we have to work with.”
The man walked up to George and crouched down in front of him, reaching his hand out to tilt the boy’s head up with his thumb underneath his chin.
George was terrified at this point, his lips quivering at the cold touch.
“You are quite the beauty, aren’t you?”
Doug was frozen next to George, staring out into the distance. George on the other hand, had lost himself somehow.
He was still confused, trying to understand what was really going on.

“Mhh, I’m impressed.” The man said, stroking his big hand over George’s cheek, the one that his mother had kissed only half an hour ago.
Finally he dared to speak:
“W-what are yo-ou doing?” he stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut as he refused to look into the man’s eyes.
“Shhh, no talking. You won’t be doing that so much anymore.” The man pressed three fingers on top of the boy’s lips, and George felt his heart stop.

The man’s other hand slid down under his black shirt, and the cold hand made George flinch, using his hands to push the man away.
The man fell down on his bum on the floor, a shocked look on his face.

The silence was as thick as on the square, and then, in the blink of an eye… there were massive pain on the boy’s cheek.
George had fallen down on the floor, holding his red cheek in a shaking hand.
Doug was in the same position as before, but now with eyes shut close.
“How dare you, you little whore.” The man spat, standing above the now sobbing boy.

The man pulled George to sit up again against the wall of the van and easily pulled the shirt apart, exposing his pale chest and red nipples.
“I will kill your fucking family and make you watch if you ever refuse me again, you hear that bitch? You don’t longer have own needs. You belong to the government; your life is no longer yours!”

The man grabbed George’s brown locks in a tight grip and pulled him forward, forcing him on his four.
Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his uniform pants and let his big cock fall out.
He grabbed George’s hair again, forcing his head up.
“Now… you are going to suck my dick like the little whore you are going to become, and if you refuse or if I feel any teeth, I will go back to your shitty, poor town and shoot your family down. Got it?”
He shoved his rock hard dick into George’s face, and the boy was mortified.
He was crying because of the hard slap, but now it was so much more. He was overwhelmed by everything. He had no choice but to open his mouth, and a sob escaped as he did, and let the man’s cock invade his mouth, making him gag.

“Everybody has a purpose. This is yours you slut. Now make me feel good.”

Re: Red light district m/m

Postby Outta.this.place » Mon May 26, 2014 7:41 pm

I like this keep going please