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Chapter 2: Training
The training John received from that day onward was quite unique. Each day it varied. On his first day he was assessed for his reading and writing that which he passed easily given his parents’ high status and the fact that his mother wanted him to learn the foreign language his biological father knew, English and French. As far as he could remember from the stories his mother told him, his biological father was of English blood and often traveled to France or so his mother mentioned before. It was enough to explain his appearance despite the Chinese bloodline of his mother. What was never given an answer however was what kind of man his biological father was and why did he even leave his mother. Perhaps things would have been different too had the man not left. Maybe he would have been given the love and attention he so wanted to experience. But that vision seemed much more far-fetched now.
After a few days of the successful display of literary skills, next came the physical aspect which he greatly lacked. He was often called a weakling when they called him to help carry the supplies into the large building. Much more so when he was ridiculed for not even being able to lift the lightest weights their establishment had. He observed in his first few days there that everyone slept in the morning and was awake all night long, except for a few personnel; he included. It was one of his tasks to help clean the main hall and the number of rooms that lined those corridors. His stay there definitely wasn’t as bad as he had thought or maybe that was because he was still young, but he definitely did not have anything to complain about. He was regularly fed, after all. He still had clothes on his back; he was given physical activities in which helped him grow stronger and start developing a bit of muscles to his otherwise twig-like arms. It wasn’t such a bad an ordeal… until his training started going differently by the age of 11.
By his 11th birthday, he found out that the man that had bought him was called Mo Chou, which meant “free of sadness” Perhaps he was, seeing as he seemed to enjoy the company of these women and had even started introducing John to some women that he would often see entering the establishment at night. In half a year since his birthday, he was eventually made to stay up with the adults on top of his cleaning duties in the morning but of course, in those rare appearances, he was always made to wear a gilded mask and a strange hat so as to hide his distinct features.
“Let’s keep that face of yours hidden for now. We don’t need people causing a riot over my precious gem… at least.. Not yet” was what Mo Chou often told him on the few nights he needed to appear. Still, the ordeal definitely did not seem so bad. He even considered himself rather fortunate compared to the children he saw begging out in the streets whenever he needed to gather some supplies. Yes, definitely better
At the age of 12, his first appearance to the public became all the rage that night. Both men and women fawned over him and even made a commotion just to sneak a glance. It was like he was an animal up for exhibition and all the looks had scared him. That night, he became fully aware of where his so-called father had sold him off to. It was a brothel; and one of the grandest in the city to top it off. And eventually he would also need to provide his… services to this kind of crowd.
The thought of having to provide services sent chills down his spine... never would he have imagined such a fate for himself if given the choice. It was fortunate that within that year, he needed only to make an appearance at least once a week, it was not as straining as he had expected, but he came to fear the lust-filled gazes that scanned his body from head to toe. The appearances seem to be a way to tease the crowd until the day would come that his virginity be auctioned eventually.
To be auctioned, huh. The sentiment definitely reminded him after so many years what his place was in that brothel. He was merely an object to be sold off when the time came; just as his so-called father did so many years before. John came to fear for his future and on what would eventually happen to him here. Would he become the very image of misery he often sees whenever it was time to tend the room and their “workers” were still fast asleep after their seemingly endless night of having to provide service. He would never dare ask of the workers’ fates... It seemed far too offending to even ask. But the same would eventually be his fate too one of these days.
He really become a gigolo. But well, this was really much better, it's better than nothing. He will have a taste of sexual fantasy that any man's wish at the very young age.