As Alan woke from his dreams he thought the call was from someone in his bed but as he became more coherent he realized he was strapped face down on a pair of padded sawhorses his dick dangling down.
Damn he was well hung he though it almost dragged the floor. But as he looked closer he realized that his balls were the size of marbles. How could a full blooded Italian have such small balls. It was in that lost memory he realized that his Master had been using chemical castration since he was 18. His balls just naturally shrank and were now as dead as the marbles they resembled.
It was at that point that he realized who that voice was. It was his Master and he was waking him up to earn his keep. It wasn't like he had gone to school or was anything more than a dumb sub anymore. He had been used since he left home at 18 and found himself in this relationship with this Master. Little did he know what that entailed. He thought it was just a little roll play but as the days went by he realized how much he was in and unable to get out of it. He had no skills and was only good at obeying his Master. That was why the line of men out the door were ready for his services.
He got $5 for heads and $50 for tails. Now he got a lot of use on both ends but his jaw always ached at the end of the night.
It was interesting that his rent was $500 a night but if he didn't make his quota he was severely punished. But if he went over that extra was just pocketed by his Master. And he was due another $500 the next day.
He began to work his hole enticing the young men to use his ass since he earned more that way.