The history of female prostitution is widely known or at least more well-known than their male counterparts. However, male prostitution existed since the fifth-century BC Athens and first-century AD Rome.
Many male prostitutes entered the profession at a young age. Some were slaves and some were even encouraged by their families.
I briefly touch upon this in my erotic historical romance Role Reversal. For more information read Male Sex Work and Society (Harrington Park Press, distributed by Columbia University Press)
After the Civil War, Robert’s father couldn’t afford to keep him and he sold him to a brothel. Robert was only 14. It is a sad story, but it does have historical merit. It doesn’t help that there weren’t many children’s rights back in the 1800s. Children were in a sense property of their parents. While Robert was born white he is passed off as a fair skinned mulatto. It would be near impossible for a white child to prove they weren’t tainted by black blood and most brothels in the South had black prostitutes.
Before the War Between the States, Andrew had deep feelings for Robert, but he couldn’t express his desires to his young master. When the family fled Atlanta, he ran away to obtain his freedom. Ten years later, Andrew is not only free but the wealthy owner of several barbershops in New Orleans. Only one thing is lacking from his life: a long-term lover. When a customer tells him the whorehouse hired a new male prostitute he hopes visiting him could ease his loneliness. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine the new whore to be Robert.
The war turned Robert’s life upside down. Without slaves to work his plantation, his father sold Robert to a brothel. Trained in the art of submission, Robert hates his life as a whore, but he doesn’t see a way out. Heartache hits him when he thinks about his past and happy memories of Andrew. The man deserted him when they were children, just like everyone he cared for had over the years.
When his former love interest reappears in his life can he get over the man’s betrayal and embrace the future?
The man approached, the heat of his body coming closer and closer. Robert swallowed hard. Madame Bernadette was right. He should not be afraid, especially considering this man was a good friend of hers, but the nerves continued.
Two large hands rested on the top of his shoulders, and he raised his head although he could not see his client. He sensed the man was tall, his large hands hinting at his bulk.
“Let me take in your beauty,” a baritone voice said. Two thick fingers lifted his chin a little higher.
When he pulled his hand away, Robert bowed his head. He’d learned the art of submission over the years, continually trying to perfect his performance.
The tall man circled him, taking in his nakedness from all sides. Standing behind him, the man pressed against his backside. The bulge confined in his client’s trousers poked against his ass.
“You are not to speak unless I give you permission to do so. Is that clear?”
“Good.” The man leaned over and whispered in his ear. “You are not allowed to come until I tell you it is time to come. Do you understand?”
Robert nodded again. At least the man hinted he would allow him to come. Some clients denied him that release.
The man grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back. “Hold your hands here. I will get a tie.”
Not being allowed to speak, Robert nodded again. A minute later he felt the cool silk circling his wrists.
“Now get down on your knees,” his client ordered.
Robert complied, his pulse battering his veins.
The man walked around and stood in front of him. Then Robert heard the sound of him opening the fastenings of his trousers. The tip of his client’s freed cock, already leaking, brushed over Robert’s lips. Robert resisted the urge to taste him until given leave to do so.
The man ran his cock across Robert’s lips several times, teasing him mercilessly. “Lick the head,” he finally said.
Robert’s lips parted and his tongue snaked out softly touching the tip. The man sighed and it encouraged him to lick further. He worked his tongue into the slit. A little salty, he tastes good. Robert slid his lips over the tip, continuing to lave the sensitive skin.
The thick stalk of flesh quivered under his ministrations. Robert swirled his tongue around the length, teasing the vein underneath and then searching for the sensitive spot beneath the crown.
Finding it, he was rewarded with a moan.
His client curled his fingers into his hair, pulling him further onto his cock.
Robert felt the man’s rod slide into his mouth. The large member filled him quickly and he knew it would be impossible to take him all.
“Suck it until I come,” the man commanded.
Robert sucked hard. He loved to suck cock, and this man’s large rod was a treat. His client continued to grasp his hair, pulling harder as he got excited. The pinpricks of pain went straight to Robert’s own swollen member. It throbbed, begging for attention, but Robert focused solely on pleasing the man paying for his services.
His client fucked his mouth and moaned, his breath coming in bursts. “I’m close,” he said, continuing to pant.
After being in the business as long as he had, Robert already knew this. His lips slid up the shaft, eager for the man to explode in his mouth.
“Swallow,” the man ordered as he shot a stream of hot seed.
The creamy come slid down Robert’s throat and he worked to swallow every drop.
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Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
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