The Love Stories of the Five Queens of the Night

The Love Stories of the Five Queens of the Night

by Robin

The Love Stories of the Five Queens of the Night

       This is the story of a secret all male brothel called Queens of The Night. It is a place where rich men from all over the world come to be with the queen of their choice. There are five queens who are the highest earners at Queens of The Night. These five have all broken the biggest rule at Queens of The Night and that is to never fall in love. Our story follows these five queens and their forbidden loves. Join us in this world of forbidden love.

First Queen

            Ashlen was not the most beautiful or the most popular of the five Queens, though his rank was still the first among them for his relationship with the owner of the brothel. They were friends, though Ashlen wished (how he wished) that they would be more than that. His heart yearned constantly for the touch of his Owner, that strong hand caressing his face and body with love. It was cliché, he knew, considering their status and position within the brothel, but he loved Durril with every fiber of his being. It was for that reason that Ashlen decided to forsake his vow to never love and to take his chance in catching Durril’s love and attention.

Durril, however, was clueless to Ashlen’s advances, as the Queen never let the chance slip pass him to try and seduce his Owner. While a little disheartening, Ashlen took another’s advice to heart. “Never give up. You’ll just have to be blunt.” Being blunt wasn’t a part of Ashlen’s normal routine, enjoying the world of subtly more than normal.

But he was at his wits end; nothing was working! Not even laying naked in Durril’s bed, telling the other man he was cold and needed warming up and if Durril would please help warm him up?

NOTHING!!!

So, Ashlen would throw his feelings to the wind and just come out and say it. Which was how he had gotten Durril to have a late dinner with him on Ashlen’s day off. Everything was set up to show his feelings off. The cooks had made Durril’s favorite entree with Ashlen’s favorite side dish and a dessert of a small cake with the words “I Love You” on it. Perfect.

Right?

Everything was going well as the two ate and made small talk about the business and politics and every other thing. Durril did give an appreciative smile for the entree (a chicken dish). And the wine was loosening lips as well, making Ashlen feel a little more relaxed as the dinner neared dessert.

And then it was dessert, the covered tray laid out before them by the servants. Ashlen twiddled his thumbs and then put them into fists when he realized what he was doing, something Durril noted.

“Is everything okay? You seem…nervous. I haven’t seen you like this since you first arrived here,” he said, placing a hand gently atop one of Ashlen’s fists.

“I…I am fine,” Ashlen responded. “I am looking forward to dessert—I’ve been saving my calories throughout the day in order to eat it you now!”

Ashlen tried his best to smile in a reassuring manner. And he was being honest about the calories. The brothel kept them on a diet, making sure they were well fed but not going overboard. They were also given a strict exercise regiment in order to keep fit and have good stamina.

Durril released Ashlen’s hand and Ashlen moved to grasp the silver cover and took a deep breath before releasing it and raising the cover.

There was silence. Ashlen opened one eye (not even aware of when he closed them) to look at Durril who was staring intently at the cake. Ashlen looked at the cake as well, seeing the “I Love You” with an extra drawn heart staring at him (though upside down).

Durril straightened and looked at Ashlen, making a noise in the back of his throat to get the Queen’s attention. Ashlen did so, trying not to blush (while feeling mortified for the blushing resulting in it deepening).

“Is this for real?” Durril’s voice was strong and left no room for hesitation. This was his commanding voice, the one he used on unruly clients and for discipline.

“Yes,” Ashlen responded, his voice level and calm despite his red face. “I love you.”

“You know how brothels feel about love and inter-personal relationships. Not to forget the rule you five have created.”

“That was only to appear more desirable. We all love and want love.”

There was a pregnant pause before Durril spoke again. “How long?”

“Years now.”

“Why me?”

“Why not?” Durril frowned at the answer but seemed to brush it off.

“Why did you not tell me sooner?”

“I tried, but you did not notice when I did anything subtle.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Ashlen set the tray cover onto the table. “How do you respond?”

“How do I respond?”

The Queen wanted to yank out his hair at the clueless look Durril was sending him. “How do you respond to my confession?”

“Oh, that.” That response made Ashlen’s heart sink. This was it, this was rejection. He did not know how he was going to take it. Did not even contemplate that he would be rejected. Ashlen wanted a happy ending goddammit!

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, my response.” Durril smiled at him, reaching out to cup Ashlen’s face, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs. “My response to your confession is yes.”

And they kissed.

Sure, their relationship wasn’t perfect and Ashlen would have to deal with Durril’s need for being blunt (even more so when Ashlen wanted sex with him on his days off and Durril wasn’t putting out). They worked though, and kept their relationship out of their working lives (thankfully Durril wasn’t the jealous type…must to Ashlen’s disappointment). Nonetheless, they were together.

Finally.

Ashlen just got to have a lot of sex on the side, seeing various men because of his occupation. He and Durril both knew that at the end of the day, his heart and body and soul belonged to one man only. And they were content with that. Somehow, but that is a tale for another day.

 

Second and Third Queen

            The second and third Queens did not get along. At all. They fought like cats and dogs, constantly and aggressively often causing damage to themselves and anything around them at the time. Durril was not sure what to do with them, but couldn’t throw them out (they made more than enough money to pay for the damages and then some). Not to forget that the third Queen, Ackley, was Ashlen’s little brother and Durril enjoyed the sex too much to endanger his relationship with the first Queen.

So Ackley and Vayle were told to try to get along and to not hurt the costumers during their fights. (As well as to stop breaking the fine china, a request from their china obsessed fifth Queen.)

It was the morning of Ackley’s first day off of the month (the brothel workers were allowed one day off a week, making it 4 a month) that things went strange between the two of them (at least according to the servants, who loved to gossip, especially about the Five Queens). This day was special to Ackley as he and Ashlen were going to spend it together at a spa (it had been arranged special just for them, using Ashlen’s connection with the owner) for maximum relaxation. And then a request from a high paying costumer had ruined it. He wanted Ackley and Vayle for the night. Both, at the same time. For an amount of money that Durril was not going to turn away, despite the look and threats of no sex that Ashlen threw his way. Ackley was told, “I will make it up to you.”

Vayle was just as angry as being forced to work with Ackley, but knew better than to voice his opinion (unlike the second, his brother wasn’t sleeping with the owner).

Both were dressed to the nines and ushered to the room where their client awaited them.

Both came out disheveled and red and would not look the other in the face. And neither of them spoke a word about what went on in that room.

Things seemed to go back to normal a day after, the two fought over this and that. One servant noticed, however, that something seemed amiss between the two. And voiced her concerns with the other servants while gossiping and soon enough they were all watching and taking notes of the changes as they progressed between the third and second queens.

The strange client came again the next week, requesting for both Ackley and Vayle for a price set between him and the owner that (this time) was not leaked out to anyone (even Ashlen).

They both went in again, Ackley red in the face despite the makeup caked upon it. And Vayle standing awkwardly before straightening when the door to the room was opened. (One servant noted that it looked like they were walking to the gallows.)

This continued on for weeks. The more times they went into that room together, the more their fights started going weird and the two Queens started acting weird around each other. Ackley was even found one morning running away from Vayle after meeting in a hallway. Normally they would scoff and call each other names before continuing on (on work days, any other day and there would be angry words and clawing). Instead, Ackley ran away from Vayle, his face red and hot. Later on Ashlen would inquire about this odd reaction (gossip travels fast after all), but Ackley would tell his brother nothing.

A servant would be the one to stumble upon the answer as she brought fresh linens to one of the receiving rooms.

“I love you.” The servant froze, hearing Vayle (she was certain it was him) speak rather forbidden words by a man who had sworn off love along with the other Five Queens. “And I know you love me to.”

There was silence and then a strangled gasp, “I-I lo-love you, too.”

She muffled her own shocked gasp into the linens she held. That was Ackley! Curiosity grabbed her and she quietly edged her way closer to where the voices were coming from. A room that was not in use, but already cleaned and prepared for the night, it’s door ajar just enough for her to peak through and see what was happening.

There was Vayle and Ackley, sitting on the edge of the bed, the third Queen wrapped tight in Vayle’s arms. “It will be alright, Ley,” Vayle said, caressing Ackley’s hair gently as the other shook with tears, burying his face into the second’s neck.

“But what about the vow to never love?”

“We are human,” Vayle responded. “We make mistakes and we change. We may be whores, Ley, but even we have hearts.”

Ackley did not respond, but the servant noted that he stopped crying and returning Vayle’s hold, his hands gripping at the expensive fabric of the second’s shirt. Vayle grasped Ackley’s chin and titled his head up, their lips meeting for a kiss that the third returned quickly and heatedly. The servant was pretty certain she saw tongue action! And knew that this was her cue to leave.

It was only a few hours after the event that the rest of the servants (and servants only) knew about the new relationship between the second and third Queens. And they supported it! The servants were a weird bunch, but they supported love and they made sure that the two had their time together (just as they made sure no one stumbled upon Durril and Ashlen) and were undisturbed.

The client continued to come and request the two, as well. Allowing for the two to be together. And he received the love and devotion of the servants like no other client to visit the brothel. Durril noticed this change in behavior (something Ashlen would wail about as being completely unfair), and would question his servants about it on different occasions only to get the same action, “It’s for the good of the Queens.”

Durril always thought he ran things. He had no idea about the influence of his servants within his own brothel.

Anyway, the affair between the second and third Queens of the Night lasted for months before the other queens found out. And found out they did when Ashlen walked in on his little brother and Vayle having sex against the wall of Ackley’s room. The brothers could not look each other in the eye for weeks after (something both Vayle and Durril found humorous). It should be noted that the servants tried to stop him, but Ashlen was dead set on hanging out with his brother and plowed right on through their attempts.

The two were not forbidden from seeing each other, but they were told to keep things quiet (as they had been, basically). And to make sure the clients did not find out they were second best in the Queen’s heart. That was easy to do for the both of them, and things went on like normal. (It should be noted that the fourth and fifth queens had no qualms with other three breaking their rule on not falling in love. At least the fifth queen. The fourth took a little longer to get over it..)

 

Fourth Queen

            The fourth Queen of the Night was a strange character, bi-polar if you asked some servants, tsundere if you asked others. His mind changed on a dime, and his temper with it. Would say one thing to a client in a fit of embarrassment, while meaning another thing entirely. This behavior was pretty constant, and was mostly under control with the exception of one client that always sent Martino in a fury. He was happy, he was pissed, he was uncontrollable until Damian had him pressed into a surface (or Martino was straddling his lap) and the two were at it like rabbits.

Ashlen calls Martino cute. Vayle, annoying. Ackley, dishonest. And Paien (the fifth Queen) called him confused and unwilling to express his feelings. All four knew, however, that Martino never was one to express his feelings and was completely unsure about them. Or unwilling to admit he was in love and never wanted to be in love. It was Martino, after all, that started the idea for the vow to never fall in love (and the dangers that falling in love would bring). After watching Martino and Damian interact, they all knew the reason why as well.

Martino was in love with Damian and scared of his own feelings. They just wished they knew this before they made their promise with him. It would have prevented a lot of heartache, at least between Vayle and Ackley. Paien had made the promise knowing he would break it.

Martino, being the denier that he was, constantly fought back against Damian’s honest affection (even a blind man could see how the man loved the fourth queen). While secretly hoarding and keeping safe the little gifts he would receive. They were precious to him, and thus kept hidden away in a trunk of personal belongings Martino had been able to purchase with money he had saved away earned after expenses had been taken from his payment (along with the amount taken out to pay back his families loan to the owner). He had been a child when first brought to the brothel, collateral for a loan his family had taken out from a disreputable loan shark. Martino was told to work off the loan, and so far, after two decades of service, had accomplished paying off half. It paid well to be one of the top Queens of the Night.

Damian was one of his first customers, though not the taker of his virginity. They had been together for years and knew many things about each other that no one else was privy to because of their attachment with one another. Despite, even, Martino’s rather hostile view of Damian’s affection as well.

Thus it came as a surprise to Martino when he found out that Damian was visiting the brothel but was not visiting him. And instead was seeing another queen from a far less standing then Martino and the other four Queens of the Night. And it happened on several different occasions that tore at his heart. Martino had ended up crying (incredibly embarrassed about doing so later on, after the feelings of sadness and fury left him) in Ashlen’s and Ackley’s arms as he sobbed about Damian no longer carrying for him. How horrible it felt, like something inside of his chest was breaking.

“You’re in love,” Ashlen told him when Martino stopped crying.

“But I swore to never fall in love!”

“Things happen,” Ackley responded, brushing Martino’s bangs from his eyes. “Even…even I’ve fallen in love. I’ve been in relationship with Vayle for several months now.”

Martino froze, it was like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, even his mind refused to truly comprehend what he had just been told.

“I as well, with Durril,” Ashlen added. “We’re sorry, Martino, for breaking the vow! Things…things just happened. It’s okay to be in love, though! It is a wonderful feeling.”

The fourth queen did not respond. He simply stopped and left the room, ignoring the brother’s cries for him to stop and listen to them.

Several more weeks passed, with gossip in the brothel saying that Damian stopped seeing any queen, but was constantly calling upon Durril. And that shouting had been heard from the owner’s office on more than one occasion. Several attempts had been made to get Durril to talk about what the arguments were about, but the owner was closed lipped about it. Even Ashlen could not get Durril to say anything. In response to the lack of Damian, Martino’s mood was also worsening (at least when he was not with clients. The queen was just barely able to get through his working hours without wanting to yell and scream and break something.) He never, however, broke any of the gifts Damian had given him. Those he kept away in his trunk that he hid from himself under piles of blankets and pillows within his private room. To further ignore his feelings, he had taken to sleeping in the rooms where clients were received, unsure about when he would feel comfortable with facing the realities of his own feelings and (he had been forced to admit to himself) heartbreak over Damian’s apparent unfaithfulness.

It was in one of these depressing moods that Durril had Martino summoned to his office. Normally being summoned to the owner’s office would create fear and unease in Martino, but today he found he could gather no energy to care (or the desire to go, but he dragged his feet and went as requested).

Inside the office was Damian, and Martino found himself no longer sad as the feelings were quickly replaced by anger, though he reigned those emotions in and instead gave the other man a snooty look before focusing his attention onto Durril.

“You called for me?” Martino asked, standing tall and refusing to sit in the unoccupied chair in front of Durril’s large desk simply cause it meant sitting beside Damian.

“I did indeed. Your contract has been bought after much negotiation.”

Martino felt his legs go weak but somehow managed to stay standing. “What?”

“I bought your freedom,” Damian spoke. Martino let the voice wash over him, enjoying its sound for the first time in what felt like years. “Well, technically, I own you…but I don’t think you will truly leave without me.”

He watched as Damian stood and approached him while trying to comprehend the words Damian.

“Why? Why would you bother with buying me?” Martino was unaware that was he was gasping for breath and crying. He was only aware of the soft smile on Damian’s face when they finally stood face to face, Damian’s arms wrapping themselves around the queen in a tight hold.

“Because I love you. And I know you do too.”

Martino and his trunk of personal items left the brothel that evening, after much good byes were said and hugs given. Along with an apology to Ashlen and Ackley for his behavior weeks ago when he had gone to them crying. The now ex-queen was forgiven, though he was forced to promise that he would visit them sometime soon. They wanted to know all about Martino’s new life with Damian. Every raunchy detail. That only resulted in Martino’s face turning red and a request to mind their own damn business.

No one at the brothel would find out that night while laying in Damian’s home and bed Martino would whisper his own response to his lover’s confession. Of the grin it would create on Damian’s face and the love making that lasted the rest of the night.

They also would miss out on the story of shopping for a new, sturdier bed frame as the old one broke as a result of their passion.

 

Fifth Queen

            Paien was not like the other four Queens of the Night in their acceptance of the vow to never fall in love. (Disregarding Ashlen’s decision to disregard it in general.) He never thought of following through with it in the first place as he had many loves (though ultimately, only one true love for another person). Thankfully, they all seemed to center around the same man. Micah was a cook, a young man who had studied cooking and tea and who enjoyed the finer sides of china and tea cups almost as much as Paien himself.

And the man was a natural submissive, a perfect match for the rather sadistic and controlling Paien (ever the nobleman his name suggested in control and power over his clients).

So he started his relationship with the man (under the pretense of training and honing his skills while also enjoying his daily tea and snacks). This was from the start of the vow, lasting several years before the other of the five queens broke their own chains and threw themselves into loving another. Paien watched them all accept their feelings and try to hide those feelings from the others.

The other Queens of the Night did not know of his well hidden lover and actions (he so enjoyed the fact his actions happened right under their noises and behind their backs!). Though he knew all good things would have to come to an end, eventually.

Meaning it was no surprise when the other four burst into his room one sunny and pleasant day to tell him that he no longer had to live by the vow they made together, and they came upon Paien and Micah having tea.

Micah did not jump at the sound of the doors slamming open (something Paien would reward him for later). He remained in position, the tea cup sitting carefully upon Micah’s anus staying steady despite the intrusion and the contorted position of his body upon the table. The binds keeping Micah’s limbs still and in form, to show of the chef’s ass, were doing their job nicely.

The tea cup sitting carefully upon Micah’s anus

“May I help you dears?” Paien asked, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip of the hot liquid, enjoying the spicy taste of freshly grated ginger tea as it went down his throat. Along with an extra taste of something special and delicious

Ashlen was the one to speak first, “I thought this was your private tea time?” The “why is Micah here” went unvoiced but Paien knew it was there.

“He is very much a part of my private tea time. He has been for years. We are lovers after all. And very much in love.”

“Oh,” was all that Ashlen seemed to come up in surprise.

“How long as it been going on!” Martino (ah, he must be there for a visit, something he did as he apparently missed the other queens). The ex-queen’s hands were held tight in fists.

“Since the vow was made,” Paien said with a shrug as he returned the tea cup to its saucer.  “ Micah was mine from the start. I was not about to let him slip through my fingers.”

“Then what about the vow?” Martino’s hands seemed to shake in his anger.

“I made it at the time because you all needed it. Toughen you all up, you know?” Paien relaxed into his chair. “Now, if you don’t mind, Micah and I are having tea. And I need more ginger for another cup.”

Ackley was the one who questioned about the ginger, noting that there was none visible on the table. Paien’s responding grin reminded the other four of what the fifth queen was into.

“It’s currently getting my favorite flavor mixed in,” he said, cupping Micah’s supple ass tenderly before giving it a good squeeze. His grin widened. “The rather delicious essence of Micah.”

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