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Working the hole in the wall room at a brothel was a surprisingly easy way to make a bit of extra money, Edgin had found throughout the years. But it was also a great place to pick up useful info for heists. And sometimes, it had more morally dubious uses, like for espionage.
Of course, it also meant getting to have a little fun while working since the job entailed getting fucked silly.
Working the Hole – a fun little nickname – found Edgin, or whoever, in a set of two smaller rooms divided by a sturdy wooden partition. The partitions were several layers thick to adequately muffle noise while in use. A neat rectangular segment of the partition had been cut out with hinges attached to make a small door as the only connection between the two rooms. The last third of the door was carved in a smooth semicircle, heavily padded with soft material of course. The last thing Ed needed lying on the bench nestled within the opening was getting scratched to hell by the wood as he was, ahem, maneuvered. The padding also helped to gently but securely hold the worker to the bench and muffle sound between the rooms.
The bench itself was hinged so half of it could be locked upwards to make a full length bench the person laying in between the rooms could stretch out on, or it could flip down. The remaining length of the bench left allowed for the worker to be able to rest their backside on it with their legs touching the ground. Edgin was extremely grateful for this bit in particular so he didn’t have to do a hell of an ab workout to keep stable.
The patron’s side of the room had adjustable stirrups on the wall over the opening, meant to hold the legs of the person on the bench to keep them out of the way. On the same side, there were surprisingly neat baskets containing cotton cloths, lubricants, contraceptive spells, and even various instruments to be used on the person working. There was also a sink that pumped cool clean water for use as the patron saw fit, not that it got much use from what Edgin could tell.
And best of all, a little tip bucket hung close enough to the partition that the Ed could hear each satisfying clink of coins as they fell in.
Edgin was currently on his back, resting on the wooden bench in the middle of one of these rooms, half attempting to catch his breath. The other half of him was working to process the information he had been hearing throughout the night. There had been a group of merchants at the tavern where Ed and his party were staying, not whispering quietly enough about their misdeeds and ill-gotten gains.
The moment one of them suggested going to visit the brothel the following night, Ed graciously took it upon himself to tail them to the establishment and get the info out of them. Men like this, Edgin knew, loved to talk about things they knew would get them into trouble in rooms like these. They’d take their time with the worker inside and speak in poorly hushed tones, attention half on the conversation and half on their cocks. He talked with the brothel owner and ensured himself a spot as the highlight of their staff that night, a cannot miss experience.
And what an experience Ed got.
Edgin had been well used throughout the evening, by the merchants and non-mark customers alike. Most of the night has been him getting absolutely wrecked by cock after cock shoving their way inside of him, legs hoisted in the air by his patron’s arms or the stirrups for easy access. Once or twice a patron would get as creative as they could with positioning Ed’s body and fold his legs up to where the padding started just above his navel to really get in as deep as they could. Luckily Ed was still pretty flexible, even going into his forties, so having people spread his legs wide enough to do the splits while, well, splitting him open was only going to make him pleasantly sore the next day.
The seemingly nonstop flow of patrons and the tinny sound of coin hitting bucket into coin hitting coin had slowed considerably from when Edgin first started work that night. He would go ten, maybe fifteen minutes before someone else would come in, fuck him with their fingers, maybe stroke his cock a bit if they were feeling generous, before shoving themselves so deep inside that Ed sometimes felt the bigger ones could shoot their seed straight into his stomach.
Speaking of stomachs, his own was absolutely drenched in the come of countless patrons that had gotten their use out of Ed. Almost all of Ed’s, however, remained trapped in his own balls.
Edgin knew what he was getting into with this kind of espionage work. Workers for these kinds of rooms were almost always just holes to be fucked rather than people to be made to come. Once in a while, maybe someone with a kink would come and suck at Ed, nearly enough to make him come. Or they would fuck right up against his prostate and he’d find release all without a single touch to his dick. But out of the several hours he had spent here helping other people get off, he had only himself gotten off three times at most.
But Edgin was no stranger to delayed release. In fact, sometimes he craved it. Working himself right to the brink of orgasm and then backing off, doing this over and over until he was soaked in his own pre-come, drooling and begging himself to allow him to come – Edgin thought it was one of the best sexual experiences in the world.
So he lay rather contentedly at the moment, come slowly dripping from his well used hole into a growing puddle on the floor, cock weeping near continuously. Edgin had his eyes closed, arms folded on his chest as if he were merely laying down to get some rest, compartmentalizing things he heard throughout the night as useful or trash. It had been nearly twenty minutes since the last patron when Ed heard the door on the other side creak softly as it opened.
Edgin kept his eyes closed, still rolling his findings around in his mind, but prepared himself too for the grip of strong hands, the inevitable thumb widening his already loose hole, and a loud groan as they squeezed into him. He could feel his own cock give a few strong pulses at the thought and reached a hand up to his chest to thumb at a nipple.
Surprisingly, Edgin heard the clink of a few coins hit the bucket first. He wasn’t used to getting tips before being fucked, but he was grateful nonetheless. Just as he was about to call out to say his thanks, another action of the patron’s caught him off guard.
The other half of the bench came back up.
Only a few times in his experience of working the Hole had Edgin remembered someone taking him for a ride instead of riding him. It was always a lovely experience, even if the person taking Ed’s cock was mostly just grinding down on him rather than properly fucking themselves. Once, someone used the length of the bench to simply sit atop his thighs and rub themselves against his dick – exhilarating, truly. But also ridiculously frustrating being so close to just slipping inside and finding enough purchase on the floor to fuck up into them until they screamed.
While Ed was lost in his memories, it seems his patron had finished their prep and was ready to use him as they saw fit. Two hands – curiously only slightly warm – gently ran themselves up and down his thighs, each pass getting closer to where Edgin knew he was so hard it was straining flat against his belly.
The patron must have taken pity on him then, for Ed only had a brief moment to register the hot puff of breath close to his cock before it was engulfed in slick warmth.
Edgin fought a groan, hands and feet clenching uselessly where they lay as the patron sunk their mouth deeper and deeper on his cock, until he could feel their neat and tidy facial hair pressing against his pelvis. How long had it been since he’d been inside anyone like this? Since someone was so eager to have his cock in their mouth, fucking their throat like it was more pleasurable for themselves than for Edgin.
The bench creaked and Ed assumed his lover for the moment had straddled it themselves. Those gentle hands on his thighs changed to a firmer grip as they moved underneath them and lifted his hips as much as they could off the bench. Ed’s patron began bobbing their head faster. He could feel their throat working to swallow his now non-stop flow of pre-come and their own saliva as they worked him to the edge. For a moment Ed wondered if this was really all they came here for – to fuck their own throat so ferociously, they’d surely lose their voice afterwards.
But all too soon, the patron halted, as if having to remember what they came here for – that this wasn’t the only service Edgin’s cock could provide.
Ed slipped slowly out of their throat and mouth. Right before his cock passed their lips, they gave one last soft suck and swirled their tongue around the glans, as if unable to hold themselves back. “Fuck me,” Ed breathed out. Would that he could get hard again in seconds just to be able to assure his patron he could shoot down their throat if they wished it.
There was a brief moment where the patron paused, strong arms holding him in that position. Ed wouldn’t have noticed if not for his lower back beginning to strain. But soon, the patron gently laid Edgin’s legs back down on the bench, splayed as wide as they could without slipping off. Creaking once again signaled the patron’s movements. Ed found himself holding his breath to see what they might do next.
So languidly, it felt as if Slow had been cast, Ed’s patron straddled him. They settled their weight down upon his upper thighs, right beneath his cock. Edgin imagined he could feel heat radiating from between his patron’s own sex onto his.
The intoxicating grip of those hands returned, this time one wrapping carefully around Ed’s dick while the other placed some of their owner’s weight upon his hip. Blood rushed through Ed’s ears as he felt his lover’s weight leave his thighs. He could just imagine the silhouette of this unknown person, shadowed by the dim candlelight in the rooms. Ed pictured them lifting their hips to poise themselves to drop upon his cock, sheathing him in another person for the first time in so long.
Edgin knew the moan he made when his patron finally sat down on his cock was ugly, but gods he could not give less of a shit. They were hot and tight and oh, so wet. Shit, when was the last time Ed had fucked such an eager cunt? Had gotten them so wet from foreplay that they simply sucked him up to the hilt in one smooth roll of the hips? His patron seemed to enjoy the slide as well from the huff that was loud enough for Ed to hear on his side of the wall.
They sat there for a moment, simply enjoying their bodies getting used to how the other felt; the way Ed’s cock throbbed viciously and how his lover’s cunt squeezed down around him.
Hands made their way back onto Ed’s body, running up his abs until they hit the partition padding before sliding back down and grasping right above his hips. The patron lifted themselves up, just until Edgin’s cock was about to slip completely out of them before they dropped back down.
It was as if a dam had broken. The patron’s fingers twitched where they held onto Ed, their hips dropping with a speed that – were he of a better mind to process – signified an impressive amount of strength.
His lover rolled their hips and pumped Edgin inside of them with such ferocity, Ed felt like a wild stallion in the midst of being tamed. But Ed wanted to give a little something back in this encounter. The patron was being so sweet to him, treating his dick like it was the best thing they’d ever taken. The way they clenched as they rose off of his cock damn near felt like they were trying to milk him – why, it was enough to nearly make a man fall in love.
So Ed slipped his legs off of the bench, feet slapping noisily to the floor. His patron either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because the speed at which Edgin was being ridden sped up if anything. Ed worked his legs into a position where his hips could get proper leverage. And then he showed that those abs his patron felt weren’t just for show.
A loud gasp followed by a deep moan ruptured from his lover’s throat as Ed planted his feet and began to thrust back against them. Sweet little ah, ah, ah noises poured from their throat as Edgin helped them fuck themselves on him. Ed wanted them to come around him. Gods, he wanted them to come all over him. He wanted to feel their hips stutter, their cunt squeeze him in rhythmic pulses. Wanted to hear the music that would pour from their lungs as they found their release using Edgins’s cock as their instrument.
Ed never wished more that he could see a patron of his; that he could at least just move some of the padding aside and reach through to grab them by their hips so he could truly give them what they wanted, what they needed. He settled for one hand gripping and squeezing at his chest, occasionally giving his nipple a hard twist or pinch. The other hand was buried in his hair, gripping as if it could somehow keep him grounded if his body decided to float away.
One of the hands changed its placement back to his thigh so his lover could lean backwards and the other hand left Edgin’s hip. Those beautiful sounds from the other side of the room got louder and their cunt began to squeeze Edgin even tighter. Oh fuck, they were touching themselves. Ed’s eye’s nearly rolled to the back of his head and he bit his lip to keep from groaning too loudly himself. Every nerve in his body screamed that he should be the one getting his lover off; rubbing their clit, biting and sucking at their chest and neck, fucking the breath from their lungs as they both rushed towards release.
The patron found theirs moments before Edgin. There was a sharp inhale, a stilling of their hips, and then as their pussy began to throb and clench, a deep groan arose from the other side of the room.
Edgin didn’t stop fucking them as they came. He thought he heard a few overstimulated whimpers and so sped up as much as he could to try and finish before they removed themselves from his lap. Oh, but his lover was so full of wonderful surprises.
Shakily, they shifted their position again and leaned forwards, both hands once again placed to anchor themselves on his hips. They bounced with his thrusts, gripping his cock with their cunt so perfectly Edgin thought he might cry. The two of them were so amazingly compatible. Ed had only managed to click with someone during sex so easily once, and he had married her.
With a choked laugh that became a full out moan, Ed spilled stream after stream of his come inside of his lover. They seated themselves fully on him and rolled their hips in tandem with the aftershocks still coursing through Ed’s body, grinding their pussy on his cock until he was spent.
Again, the two sat in a peaceful silence, nothing but the sounds of their gasps and sighs combining into the best chorus. But all good things must come to an end. And eventually, his lover lifted themselves off of Edgin and the comfortable weight disappeared entirely.
Ed let his arms drop off the side of the bench, feeling muscles stretch and nerves tingle from the sudden change in direction of blood. He wanted desperately to say something, to try and find out anything about this person in the hopes that they could meet again. Sex like that only happens once in a blue moon. But Edgin could probably convince them that once in a moon rise would be a way better deal for the both of them.
Mentally kicking himself, Ed lifted his hands to cover his face. What was he even thinking? Love at first sight was not something he believed in, much less love at first fuck. It had been too long since he came this hard inside someone else, it was affecting his brain. The last time sex had been so thrilling and fun it was with Zia. And there was no way his mystery patron could be her – they were much too hairy. Besides, this person could be anyone, even one of those smarmy merchants that Ed and his party were planning on robbing blind and maybe roughing up a bit. There’s no way–
A damped cloth pressed lightly to Edgin’s thighs, between his legs. The patron gently moved the cloth in small circles cleaning the worst of the mess around where Ed had been used all night. When it passed over his softening cock, Ed inadvertently shuddered. The hand not holding the cloth immediately placed itself on his thigh and rubbed it soothingly.
Edgin slid his hands off his face in a daze. There’s no way someone who used a damn hole in the wall in a brothel could be so sweet to someone who was basically just a living sex puppet for the time. The image of a holier than thou paladin popped intrusively into his head, but immediately Ed snorted and brushed it off.
A few more coins clinked into the bucket. Tipping before and after? Absolutely unheard of. It couldn’t fucking be–
“Until we meet again, my friend.” A familiar smooth voice flowed into Ed’s ears, washing over him like a cool breeze on a hot day. The patron door creaked open and shut behind them.
Edgin giggled. Giggles turned to laughter. Laughter turned to tears.
Ed was still grinning as he wiped his eyes. Xenk Fucking Yendar stopped at the one brothel in all of Faerûn Ed was working for one night and rode him until he saw stars. And then tipped him, twice !
Oh, Holga was going to get a hell of an earful when he saw her.