Indenture

Sin City is a small but richly endowed city filled with curvy women, masculine men and abundant natural resources.

Even in this modern era, they have refused to trade their culture for industrialization.

Coming from the vast cities of Mexico, I found this place strange. It felt more like a village, yet they called it a city.

Gold, diamonds, and emeralds were not investments here; they were ordinary luxuries that the beautiful maidens of this community wore as simple accessories.

My Western upbringing had already accustomed me to revealing outfits and the casual sight of men and women walking hand in hand.

“Excuse me, please,” I called out to a man nearby.

He studied me for a few seconds before speaking.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he asked.

Apparently, my dressing had already given me away...I thought

“You aren’t hardened yet…” the young man spilled, his gaze sizing me up in a way that made me uncomfortable.

Instinctively, I adjusted myself under his stare at my groin.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, patting my shoulder. “What do you want?”

I hesitated but I had no choice. I wasn’t familiar with the city and I had no money to survive on my own. I had to find my brother, Harry, just as Father instructed.

“P-please… where is G Market?” I finally asked.

“Come on. I’m headed there too,” he replied. He smiled faintly. “My name is Duga, by the way.”

“Zayne,” I responded curtly.

We walked in silence for a while until distant voices reached my ears.

“I guess we’re meeting another flat boy, just like you used to be,” a group of boys at a corner jeered.

“My Father must have informed him earlier than he informed me.” “He may not be completely flat,” one of them added.

“Brother!” the same boy suddenly called out after catching sight of Duga and me approaching.

My heart skipped.

“Harry?” I called uncertainly.

Harry, who stood among them, stepped forward.

For a brief moment, neither of us spoke.

Perhaps it was a custom here to examine someone before greeting them. Harry studied me carefully, just as his friends had done.

“Flat, but better than yours then,” one of the loud boys mocked, earning laughter from the others.

My jaw tightened. If I was ever going to feel comfortable here, it would either take a very long time or I would need to adapt fast.

Soon, Harry showed me to my room and for the first time since arriving, I felt a little relieved.

“Every morning from 6 a.m. to 8 a.m., we attend training at Dick Hall,” Harry explained. “After that, we proceed to Pin-Pull Domain for testing. Dad should have already briefed you and given you the report book. I’m only highlighting the basics.” Harry turned to leave.

“Take your shower quickly. I’ll be back with your meal.” With that, he left.

Silence filled the room. I should have felt peace now that I was alone but I didn’t.

My mind kept racing over the erotic things I was about to face in this place.

I had always cursed Father and if I somehow survived this place… if I succeeded here…

I would completely disown him.

About three minutes after I finished showering. Harry had even dropped my food on the table and left.

Not long after, a group of girls came to visit.

What confused me most was their unusual attire. Some wore red, others green, black, silver, and blue. I thought I had seen it all until another group arrived minutes later, dressed entirely in gold.

“You are welcome,” the girls in gold greeted first.

The others immediately stepped aside for them, making it obvious they held higher authority.

Without waiting for my permission, one of them sat on my bed. Her hands moved too casually to my prick, as though she had every right to invade my space.

“You already have the build,” she said with a shameless wink. “I believe it won’t take long before you adjust.”

The others reacted with knowing smiles and bit their lips. Their transparent satin dress with no bra made their standing and hard nipples visible. I knew they were arouse.

Perhaps my description sounds harsh but I was far from pleased with this strange new phase of my life.

Later that night, Harry returned with dinner.

“I won’t be serving you from tomorrow,” he said.

“Okay… so who will?” I asked.

“You’ll have to choose your gender mingle. That will determine your section and who attends to you.”

I stared at him, unable to process his words.

“I chose men,” Harry added. “You can choose men, women, or both.”

Shock ran through me.

“So does tbat mean you’re into men now, Harry?” I asked, sounding like an old village elder.

Harry sighed. “I had to choose people who understand me,” he replied.

The tension between us grew unbearable. I think he felt a bit ashamed while I feared if I were still safe around him.

“Goodnight.”He left.

I sat there, criticizing his decision without having any knowledge of what mine would be.

Who among us would truly be the greater sinner?

Morning came too quickly as expected of bad days.

We assembled at Dick Hall for training.

It was strange but manageable. Compared to Pin-Pull Domain, it was nothing.

That was where choices were made and groups were assigned.

We escaped the real test today but definitely not tomorrow.

After our selection, I was transferred to Null Camp.

It was the camp for individuals who chose to remain with their natural orientation.

I still couldn’t believe they called it Null Camp, as if there was nothing special about mating extravagantly without marriage or a single settlement.

I haven’t properly mentioned the maids. Some wear white, while others wear pink. Later, I learned that the white uniforms were for the younger maidens still in faithful service, while the pink uniforms belonged to those newly introduced into the system and beginning their cultural duties.

I was the only foreign trainee there. The others were villagers who had come of age.

We trainees were attended to by the pink servant maidens, while the princesses were served by the white maidens.

You will not know but our trainees unit also have female who choose mating with fellow females.

You should still remember the ladies in golden attire I mentioned earlier. They were the princesses of Sin City.

“Lady Puyla at your service, sir,” the maiden who brought my brunch said as she placed the tray on the table.

We only ate brunch and dinner, inorder to maintain our physique and weight.

I expected Puyla to leave after serving me but apparently, she had other plans.

“Please move to the couch, gentleman,” Puyla said.

For some reason, I obeyed without protest. Perhaps I was intimidated. These people were strange, unpredictable and acted without seeking permission.

She moved the table closer to the couch for me before turning her attention to the bed.

My heart skipped. No… surely not. My thoughts spiraled instantly.

A wave of tension rushed through me, sending chills down my body as she prepared the bed.

This place made me feel constantly on edge.

Puyla wanted patiently yet vibrantly awake while I ate for two hours praying the meal doesn't finish. However, it did.

Puyla gently removed her gown and was left with her net panty. They didn't wear bra. She walked majestically towards me at the couch, gently shifted aside the table with the finished meal and undressed me too.

I don't want to do this! I objected when Puyla finally made for my pants.

It's fine but your punishment will be work...I didn't wait for her to finish. I accepted: I will work!

You will also have to please two girls tomorrow. If they are not satisfied, they will give their feedbacks to the board. It won’t be easy because they won't be pink girls, they will be our seniors: The blue girls; Puyla explained.

Can't you cover up for me and just lie that we did it? I pleaded. I will be checked for confirmation. Aside that I will perform with a senior tomorrow so he will also identify that I lied and may report; She said.

I have never done this in my life. What if I made a fool of myself. Lord please forgive my sin.

Puyla ran her hands through my broad shoulder with her tiny hands. She massaged me so well that I didn't know when my innocence left me.

At that point, I confirmed that men don't learn how to have sex. It is inbuilt. Some become experts because they practise better.

As I inserted my heavy dick into the teenage looking Puyla, she moaned loudly. I couldn't tell if she was satisfied or if she felt pained, stupid thoughts crossed my mind at that point.

Could it have been named Pin Pull because our penis pinned in and pulled out?

I pulled away when I felt like releasing but Puyla grabbed it instead with her mouth. She sucked me hard that I moaned too. I needed no other explanation again if moaning was pain or satisfaction.

It was satisfaction with a little teasy pain. Puyla sucked and bit me to the point I doubted her teenage hood.

It was supposed to be my test but Puyla took over in the end. I begged for mercy when I got so tired but Puyla was not giving up any soon. I thought they said the woman vagina got sore quicker so why was Puyla'scase different. She made me suck her breast. She had the boobs and the butt.

Satisfaction was on another level. Harder! Harder! I screamed. I don't know what she did next that I lost consciousness but she went in so deep that it got to my brain. The last I remembered was when she asked me in the moment: What’s my name?

Puyla...I said and passed out