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Port Ormos. One of Sumeru's main commercial hubs and home to many rich merchants. Like the one that had requested Kaveh's expertise in architecture. Business had been going exceptionally well the past few months and he thought about upgrading his current residence to a bigger, fancier one.
Now, the man's taste didn't really align with the Kshahrewar graduate's, but Kaveh was in dire need of money. The construction of Alcazarzaray left him pennyless and lead him to his current living situation.
"I swear, for this one I will do the bare minimum to keep the client happy and start repaying my debts..." he thought to himself, beer in hand. The truth is that right before this, he had bought a month's supply of drawing utensils. Had his trip back to Sumeru City not been sponsored by his contractor, he'd be stranded there without money for a passage.
He was sitting alone in a table at a tavern very popular with Akademiya students. A group of young guys donning the school's uniform were talking loudly. So loudly that it would be rude not to listen in on their conversation.
"Hunayn, are you going to that place tonight? You must need to relax a bit after last week's exam. You didn't even get close to a passing grade. Sucks to be you."
"Yes... I am going. But only for a short while. If I keep doing like this, it's going to take me at least 3 more years to graduate and start getting grants and what have you."
"Hey, if you're that broke, you could try the other end of the hole. They must take home at least half of what we pay! Quick money."
The men laughed.
"It's not funny, Ziryab! I can't follow your pace when it comes to spending, sure. But I'm not so financially deprived that my only resort is to suck some guy's dick through a cutout in the wall!"
Kaveh then realised that he was so penniless that giving blowjobs for money wasn't a crazy idea anymore. He'd have to follow them to "that place" and figure out how to get some cash, quickly. Better that than asking Alhaitham for a loan.
The sun had started going down, and the group of students left the tavern. Kaveh followed them discreetly to the outskirts of Port Ormos. By the time it was completely dark, they had reached a modest looking building. It had no flashy signage, but the oil lamps with red flames gave away the nature of the activities taking place inside.
The group got in through the front door. He couldn't see much of the building's inside, but in the dead silence of the night he could hear what was going on. Moans and grunts and sighs from the men getting sucked off by anonymous people on the other side of a panel.
A nervous looking eremite went around the back of the building.
"Either mercenary pay is worse than what I thought, or he actually enjoys this."
The inside of the building consisted on a long corridor with around 15 stalls, similar to those of public restrooms. At the door of each one was a sign with the rules:
- Lubes and condoms are provided, on the house.
- Please clean your stall before starting and after ending.
- You will receive 70% of the money paid by the clients on the other side.
- Set your status to "ready" or "not ready" using the button inside the stall.
Kaveh went inside the stall numbered 9. A round hole was cut out on the panel dividing the place, and the aforementioned button was placed next to it. Off to the side sat a small table with lubes, condoms and a roll of papel towels, next to a dustbin. A large cushion was placed on the ground.
He kneeled, put his mouth a few centimetres away from the hole, and pressed the button. Through it, he could see a green light telling the others that he was ready to receive them. Less than a minute later, he could hear the door opening. A belt was undone and metal weapons were thrown off to the side.
Kaveh couldn't deny he got a bit nervous when a half-hard dick showed up through the cutout. He didn't really know if there was any protocol to this place.
With a slight shake, his hand reached to the anonymous man's dick and started stroking, slowly. In just a few seconds, it was completely hardened. The architect's delicate fingers did not touch when grabbing his partner's length. Impressive.
"C'mon man, don't be a tease. Use your mouth already."
And so he did. Focusing mainly on the tip, his tongue worked skillfully. He could hear the man's breath start to become irregular.
"Faster... Deeper..."
Using one of his hands to massage the balls, the other one kept the dick steady for him to suck on. Using his lips and cheeks for a tighter sensation, he swallowed it almost to the base. His own dick was starting to get hard from doing this.
"Keep going.... I want you to... swallow..."
He was enjoying this more than he would admit. He continued, faster.
"I'm cumming!" The man on the other side grunted.
His load shot to the back of Kaveh's mouth, nearly making him gag. He swallowed all of it, as was requested of him. He took the dick out of his mouth slowly, tightening his lips around the shaft, as if to squeeze everything out of it.
"Oh, man... You were good. Thanks... Hope we meet again." With a ragged breath, he re-dressed and went out the stall. "Hey guys, whoever's in stall nine is amazing at this!" The man recommended Kaveh's services to the other men waiting their turn.
In less than two minutes, he was ready again. He took the decision to take off all of his clothes, to prevent them from getting accidentally stained. His dick was begging for some attention. When he had more money, he was definitely going to visit the other side of the building. Pressing the button again, he waited.
Not even 10 seconds after that, a new dick peeked through the hole. This time, it was completely hardened, albeit smaller that the eremite's. However, his balls were massive.
"I've heard from the previous guy that you can do pretty amazing stuff with your mouth. Suck me dry, now." How demanding.
No stroking now, straight to sucking. Employing the same technique he used before, he could feel the other man's legs getting weaker.
No heads up was given this time. Way more cum than expected rushed down Kaveh's throat. It was so much that he could almost feel it attempting to come out his nose. His stomach bulged slightly, like it would do after a big meal.
"My cock is still hard, sweetheart. I want you to take me from behind. I'm paying extra, of course."
The architect's penis twitched. Not only would he get off too, he was getting paid extra? What a deal.
"Of course, let me prepare."
He removed all objects from the table and positioned it in front of the hole, using it to recline. His ass was positioned in front of the hole. Taking the bottle of lube, he squirted some of it onto his index finger, which he inserted.
"I'm ready."
Without hesitation, the man started pounding Kaveh's ass like his life depended on it. While in comparison to his previous client's dick, this was smaller, it was far from tiny. It curved in a way that made it rub against his prostate in the most perfect manner.
He reached down to his nether region and started stroking himself at the rhythm stablished by whoever was on the other side of the wall.
"You're so tight back here... Let's cum together, sweetheart." He was panting. "I'm going to give you my business card, let's meet at my house some day."
Kaveh would have to think about that.
"My friends and I... We would love to see your face. We'll make you cum all night long. We're very rich, you know? Think of it as very intimate networking." He wouldn't stop talking. But those arguments made the broke artist a bit more receptive to his rambling.
"I'm going to...!" He wasn't able to finish his sentence. But he wouldn't stop making sounds, moaning as he spilled inside Kaveh. A few seconds after that, Kaveh reached his orgasm too, spilling all over the stall's floor.
White-ish fluid spilled down his thights as the rich man slowly pulled out. A hand wearing several gold rings in each finger reached out of the hole, handing him the business card he mentioned before.
"I hope you come and see me again soon." The man cleaned himself off, re-dressed and left the stall.
The card was printed on good quality paper. One side was completely black, with a drawing of the red-flamed oil lamps that burned outside.
"Does this guy really have business cards specifically to hand them out to people he meets here?"
On the other, no name was listed, only an address. It sounded similar to Kaveh... because it was his latest client's current residence!