Fate of Man

Awakened to his new body, he felt a rough hand grabbing his neck from behind. Rudy, this body's name, felt some pain from said hand, and then he truly awoke.

From behind, his bowels where invaded by a massive girth, that did not feel foreign to this body. And the body reacted to this sensation. Filling out its own manhood as his behind was thrust into, again, and again. All of a sudden his body was filled with liquid, while his body, too, emitted a viscous liquid.

Exhausted his body fell down from the hands and knees he was on. On top of him, collapsed his attacker.

When finally the other person regained energy for his exertion, he planted his lips on the side of Rudy's face, with a hint of tenderness.

"I'm sorry I was so rough with your, but your body is perfect. Only you can handle me, my beautiful." The voice from the man, that to Rudy, had just violated him, said these words with loving care.

Words from this man woke Rudy's mind up. And with all the vitriol that he could muster, he started to berate his attacker.

"…"

Not a single word was uttered. Rudy could not speak. He could not expel a single word or noise from his mouth. He was a true and complete mute.

"I love you my dear." With those final words, the man left Rudy in bed, without a single word.

* * *

Eventually, memories of Rudy's life came to him. And it stunned him. He was a prostitute.

He was a born mute. In all his life he had never uttered a single sound. But he was loved by his parents, who despite his handicap, gave him all the care that he could desire. Even though he was not able, he was still their child.

And then something happened when he was in his young childhood. He was found to be possessing extraordinary amounts of magic potential, one of the highest ever recorded in history. Most parents could not be any happier at that moment, but for Rudy's parents, it was a disaster.

Magic explosions, due to not using up a person's magic, were a thing. And the problem for Rudy, was the only common way to use magic, was to chant incantations. Not a single thing, other than one other way, was able to help expel magic potential from a being. And the other thing that could help release magic, was less than savory, sex.

Children who could cast magic, would be taught how to control their power at a young age, until their body matured, unleashing their full magic potential. And until their body completely matured, there was no chance of magical explosions, as their potential would be extremely limited. But, at the point of maturity, it was either death, or casting spells.

With his magic power be extremely strong, and being mute, Rudy needed to get rid of his magic multiple times a week, or he would die in a magical explosion.

There was one more problem with Rudy, a normal person could not help him with his magical powers. With the excess that he had to expel, they would be overwhelmed and die. A normal life was not in his cards.

Few choices were available to him, and the only one that gave him some chance of freedom, led him to sell his body.

Initially, he only wanted to have female clients, and as a fresh young thing, he had a plethora of chances to release. But, as his newness waned, less and less female clients wished to partake of his services. And with a nod, to save his life, he slowly started to take male clients, much as he did not want to. And he was popular with his new clientele.

Normal transaction fees were paid, and gifts were given for his pleasing services. Rudy was one of the most affluent whores. He was able to live a life of luxury. And slowly, through years of service, he began to enjoy the touch of his masculine clientele. To be handled roughly, and then cherished.

Finally, one other thing Rudy learned from his memories, he was no 20 year old man. He was well over 100 years old. His magic had been sustain his body, increasing its longevity. And his life looked to be a long, long one.

* * *

In his gilded cage, of his own creation, the choice between death caused by his own body, or to get paid to take lovers, was a choice that did not truly exist. It was either life or death. A life of posh existence with only one continuous negative was better than the alternative.

And so, the new soul, much like the soul that inhabited this body previously, took the one path left to himself, to sell himself. It was a less than optimal path of existence, but at least it was life.