It's Lonely at the Top

It had been two weeks since his leave time was up. A month since he was last at Hawk Haven. But he wasn't counting the time that had passed. He was oblivious to it all. He would sleep when they let him, eat when they fed him or perform when they rented him out.

Sometimes, when he was rented out, he was alone, other times he was part of a group. Those groups we not always of mixed gender either, he's had to perform with other men at times. Sometimes he's the only man of the group and has been forced to watch, unable to alleviate his arousal. He's been dressed up and stripped down again. He's even been put in Bondage and S&M situations. Each time, the shards of his mind were ground finer and finer.

He was watched like all the 'pets'. What was seen was not liked. Jon had always been in top physical shape. No excessive weight, the perfect amount of body fat, muscles well defined, but not overly developed. But it was all changing thanks to the condition he was kept in. the constantly drugged food and drunk, the physically demanding performances he was forced to do. The high calorie and protein intake required bee ofe of the modifications as a SilverHawk were not being met. His body had already burned though it's reserves and was burning off anything else it could. A once trim body became thin, waist shrinking, ribs becoming visible where there was once a well defined chest. His face became thinner also. Cheeks hollowing, eyes becoming sunken. No amount of make-up would be able to hid it soon.

To the owner of the Brothel, the loss of a 'Pet' was a loss of income. No matter if the 'Pet' in question could be replaced, it was the principal of it all.


"Report."

"All pets except Tom-Cat, are in prime shape at this time."

"What's wrong with Tom-Cat?"

"We don't know sir. He's receiving the same amount as the others but is still loosing weight faster then is natural."

"Double his portions then."

"Yes Sir. Anything else at this time?"

"Transfer him to my personal quarters and Also remove him from the list of those available for service."

"But sir, he's on the list for one of tomorrows customers."

"I don't care. Put that newest one in his place, it's a total loss on that one. I doubt that the Customer will notice, he's never seen Tom-Cat. Oh, make sure you make the collectors understand that I do not like damaged goods."

"Yes sir."

"Besides, the way that the 'Pets' are returned after that one gets a hold of them, they become quite useless. Make sure you give him those that are slated for removal. Might as well kill four kittens in one burlap sack as it were."

"Indeed Sir. tak take care of everything sir."


Jon was awoken from his slumber by members of the staff. A lead chain was clipped to his collar before he even exited his cage. With a tug he was directed to follow the attendant. He stumbled along after, eyes still more then half closed, not resisting at all when he was prodded in one direction then another though the maze of corridors.

When he reached the 'Grooming Chambers' though, he did balk a tad. He hated what went on in this room. Being used was one thing, but being cleansed was worse. He was in no shape to fight as another attendant joined the first. The took him to a bathing stall, binding his wrist to the over-head bar then unclipping his lead chain. A second bar was placed at his waist forcing him to bend slightly at the waist. H knew what was going to happen next and could do nothing about it. With hands clenched, eyes closed and his face half hidden by his long hair, he endured.

In the doorway of the Grooming chambers stood the Chief of Staff. An elderly gentleman that was in charge of the 'Pets'. He was lean and tall, dressed in tight pants, soft boots and a long sleeveless tunic style shirt.

"What type Sir?" the attendant asked.

"Thorough" He said. "top to bottom, Inside and out. He's going to be staying with the Master."

"Yes Sir, I understand." The attendant said. He then swung a small hose down from the rack on the wall. The nozzle head was roughly phallic shaped and the flow control was set further back on the hose. In one smooth motion it was inserted into Jonectuectum and turned it on.

Jon squirmed, biting back a grunt of pain as the liquid started to fill his bowels. Tears of humiliation slid down his cheeks. This was unlike anything that he had had done to him since he came here. With ever passing moment he felt more and more bloated and there was no way for him to push the offending object out either. After what felt like an eternity, the nozzle head was removed. A moment later the contents of his bowels came gushing out, covering his legs and the floor. He sagged in the bonds as his legs went week with relief from the pressure.

The Attendant never blinked an eye at the mess. Just returned that hose and took another. This one with a shower head attachment and a handle right below it. Adjusting the water before he proceeded to wash away the mess, he then started to spray Jon down starting at his head. A second attendant joined then. Between the two, they had him soaped and lathered, his hair shampooed and conditioned. Turning him this way or that, treating him like an animal that could not speak. And in a way, he was since they had silenced him.

When they were done and had given Jon the final rinse, one re-clipped the lead chain to his collar as the other undid the bindings on his wrist. He would have collapsed to his knees if that first attendant had not caught him. The pair took him to a table and put him on it. They dried him off then started working lightlenteented oils into his skin. He could do nothing but lay there like a rag doll. With all that had happened, mental and physical exhausting caught up to him. He surrendered willingly to sleep to escape the reality of what was going on. After they had finished they moved him onto a pillow, then took him to the master's quarters.