Remnya had found a new job for her son. A job that would help shape Nero into a proper adult. It was a job usually reserved for lesser beings, such as immigrants from the south and other inferior peoples: housekeeping in a hotel.
Nero would have to change bedsheets, wash towels, and clean the rooms. He'd also have to pick up the garbage and do the laundry. Remnya knew that by giving her beautiful son such work, she was not only building character but also preparing him for the day he would inherit everything from her and become the leader of The Crimson Army.
This job would also teach him how inferior people lived and how it felt to be weak. He would be able to see firsthand the misery and filth of the common folk. By understanding their struggles, Nero would become a better ruler when the day came to take his mother’s place.
When Nero heard about it, he was overjoyed. He was excited to have an opportunity to show his mother how responsible he could be. To show her that he was ready to do anything for her.
"So yeah, Nero." She crossed her arms. "You'll have to clean toilets, do laundry, and change bedsheets."
"WOW! That's so cool!" Nero jumped up and down. "Worry not, mommy! I'll do what it takes to be the best housekeeper ever!"
Remnya nodded, proud of her son. However, she couldn't show it, or else he'd get too overconfident. She needed to keep him grounded. "Alright. Just remember, if you fail, I'll sacrifice your dwarf, Oloko Mars. So don't disappoint me, alright?"
"I'd never disappoint you!" Nero tried to hug her, as he always did. Remnya was forced to fight him off, struggling to keep her son at bay.
"Nghh... Stop it! NERO!" she growled.
The next day at school, Nero broke into the classroom, his eyes looking for the most disgusting creature in the world: Kristen Kristensen. The ginger boy was huddled under his desk, furiously pumping his minuscule dick with a shaking hand.
Nero grabbed the desk and threw it against the wall. "KRISTEN! I'VE GOT GREAT NEWS!" Nero's booming laughter filled the room.
"Yes?" Kristen's hair was a mess. He was wearing a potato sack with holes for his head and arms.
"Mommy found us new jobs. We're going to clean poop and change bedsheets!"
Kristen screamed. "WHAT?! NOT AGAIN!"
"It's gonna be amazing!" Nero clapped his hands. "We'll be working together and making money."
"NO!" Kristen cried. "I'm still recovering from the McDonald's incident. The clown gave me AIDS, and he refuses to pay me!"
Nero patted Kristen's head. "Don't worry, friend. This time will be different. No clowns, no grease, only poop! And we'll be doing it together!"
He placed the contract on the desk and pointed at the signature line. "Since I knew you'd want to join me in this adventure, I signed you up already. Look! Your name is here!"
"HOW?! WHY?! I'M TOO YOUNG! I CAN'T SIGN CONTRACTS!"
"I signed it for you. Remember, I have legal power of attorney over you." Nero nodded, smiling.
Kristen began to eat the contract, taking chunks of paper into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed them. "I refuse!" His teeth tore the paper to pieces. His eyes were filled with rage.
Nero laughed. "That was just a copy. There's the original in my mommy's office. You can't destroy it."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because we're friends. And we need to stick together!"
And like that, Kristen's fate was sealed.
The hotel was known as ‘Le Ladradoir,’ and was on the outskirts of Crysalton near the Black Mountain. The building itself was huge, and the wooden walls gave it a rustic look. The lobby had a marble floor and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
The hotel belonged to a rich guy called Mr. Tito. He was short and stocky, with a wig to hide his baldness, and he always wore expensive shirts with flamboyant patterns. He owned a dozen hotels all over the country and had connections in high places.
“Welcome!” Mr. Tito greeted Nero with a grin. “I’m glad to have you here. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you and your mother.”
“Hello, Mr. Tito!” Nero rushed to the short man and began measuring his height with a ruler. “Wow! You’re small.”
Mr. Tito laughed. He wasn’t self-conscious about his height. In fact, he thought being short gave him a certain charm. “My dear boy, don’t worry. Height doesn’t matter. What really matters is your skills, and this job will help you develop them.”
“You’re wise, just like Mr. Eladio.” Nero put away the ruler. “By the way, here’s my friend.” He retrieved the potato sack left by the entrance and shook it to make the boy come out.
Kristen crawled out of the sack, his hair all disheveled. His face was covered in dirt, and his eyes were red from all the crying.
“You must be Kristen.” Mr. Tito smiled, showing his yellow teeth. “I’ve heard about you, too. You’re very poor, and your mother sells her body on the street.”
“Sir, my mom isn’t a prostitute!” Kristen said, trembling.
“Nonsense! It’s a noble job. I respect those who sell themselves. My ex-wife liked to have sexual intercourse with black men while I sat and watched.” Tito’s eyes got watery, his pupils turning black. “She was a good woman, but her vagina was too loose.”
Kristen was speechless.
Tito continued. “Anyhow. I’m glad you two have decided to work here. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun. Some excrement can’t be flushed down the toilet, so you’ll have to use a shovel. Some of our guests are special, to say the least.” His smile grew wider.
Nero nodded. “We’ll be on the lookout, boss.” He grabbed Kristen’s collar and dragged him away.
The duo went downstairs to the laundry room to prepare for their first day. There, they found a young immigrant from the south, who was folding the sheets. She was a black girl, wearing a maid’s dress.
“Look, Kristen! They have a slave!”
Kristen gasped. “Nero! She’s not a slave!”
The girl looked up and frowned. “You must be the new guys. I’m Zala, the head maid here.”
“Hello, Zala. I’m Nero. Nice to meet you!” He yanked Kristen’s chain, making him fall forward. “This is my friend, Kristen.”
Zala sighed. “Yeah, whatever.”
Mr. Tito showed up, waddling toward them. “NERO! KRISTEN! BOYS!” He smiled. “You can’t just wear your regular clothes, you know? You need to wear a proper uniform.” Tito walked up to a closet and pulled out two bags.
The duo grabbed them. Nero’s uniform consisted of a short-sleeved blue polo shirt and black pants. It also included a pair of shoes. “Nice! This is super cool!”
Kristen stared at his bag and frowned. His uniform was a pink sleeveless shirt, denim shorts, and cheap red heels. “T-this is… not what I was expecting…” He blushed and began to cry.
“Kristen, the fact that you clean the guests’ excrement is not an excuse not to look glamorous,” Tito explained. “Besides, we don’t judge here; we accept all kinds of people. This is a safe place.”
“But I’m a manly boy! LOOK!” Kristen dropped his potato sack, exposing a tiny dick that looked like a bean. He wiggled it from side to side.
Tito laughed. “That won’t be necessary, kid. I don’t want to see that, thank you very much.”
Zala glared at Kristen with disgust. She picked up a mop and began to hit the boy’s naked body. “PUT YOUR PANTS ON, YOU PERVERT!” She shouted as she landed blow after blow on him. “You don’t get naked in public! Shame on you!”
Kristen whimpered in pain. He cried and begged for mercy, but she wouldn’t stop.
In the end, Kristen had to stop being a baby and wear the slutty uniform like a man.
Mr. Tito cleared his throat. “Very well. I’ll explain what your duties will be. Every morning when you arrive, you’ll come here and check the list of rooms that need to be cleaned.” He handed a clipboard to Nero. “You’ll also verify each washing machine to see which ones are done and then take the towels out.”
Zala continued. “We have three washing machines here, but the biggest one is the most important. We only use it for the towels because Econox takes care of the bedsheets. The second washing machine is for Mr. Tito’s shirts. Sometimes, you can wash your uniform here.”
“And the third one?” Nero asked, pointing at the smallest washing machine.
“That’s to wash my underwear,” Tito said, pulling a pair of briefs from it. They were white, with red polka dots. “Do you want to smell them?”
Nero shook his head. “No, thank you, but Kristen might.”
Tito put the briefs in front of Kristen’s nose. “Smell it, boy!”
Kristen nodded, taking a deep breath. “Hmm… smells like cheese.” Tears rolled down his cheeks. He wasn’t sure if it was out of humiliation or because he was enjoying this.
“Good!” Tito grinned, pleased. “Now, remember, you’re part of my team. You have to be friendly to everyone, but especially the guests. We’re a happy family here. Smile, be kind, and do what you’re told.” He pinched Kristen’s cheek.
Our heroes began to clean their first room. They changed the bedsheets and then scrubbed the toilet, the bathtub, and the sink. Kristen was covered in shit. Nero, on the other hand, was having fun. He used a crimson fire to burn away all the filth.
They placed the poop in black bags and put them in a cart. Then, they took the bags to the elevator and pressed the down button.
When the doors opened, they were in the garage, where a tall man with dark eyes and a cigar stood. His name was Francesco, and nobody knew what the fuck his role was in the hotel.
“Hey there, boys.” Francesco greeted them. “I see you’ve got some poop to unload. Enjoy it while you can because life is a fleeting moment that you’ll regret at the end.” He smoked a cigarette and leaned against the wall.
“Thank you for the advice.” Nero bowed and placed the shit bags in a huge trash container. “So, what do you do here, mister?”
“Everything.” Francesco kept staring at the young heroes with a cold look.
“A polyvalent man!” Nero said.
Kristen was trembling; he feared that this man would molest him any second now. Why? Just because.
That’s when Zala showed up, carrying a green bag with bedsheets. “Kristen! You need to redo room 175 again. A customer complained that there was a single hair on the pillowcase. This is unacceptable. Please apologize to them and redo everything.”
Kristen was devastated. “B-b-but…”
She grabbed a broom and slapped his ass with it. “Hurry up! We don’t have all day!”
Kristen ran away, crying like a little girl.
Nero watched as his friend was forced to go upstairs. He then turned around and faced Zala. “What about me?”
“You performed well as expected. I’ll assign you another room to clean.” She handed him a clipboard. “Go to room 183.”
“Cool! I’ll see you two later!” Nero waved goodbye and went back to the elevator.
Francesco stared at the boy and nodded. “That boy has a bright future ahead of him.”
“Shut up and let’s get this over with.” Zala walked up to the old man and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants.
Francesco smiled, looking at her. “One day, you’ll realize how lucky you are, girl. How many black girls have the chance to suck a rich man’s cock for 50 Euros? You should be grateful.”
Kristen was fighting a huge crocodile in the toilet in the room he was cleaning. He used the plunger to smack the beast’s snout. “RAAAH!” His uniform was ruined, his body covered in shit and blood.
The crocodile fought back, biting the plunger’s wooden handle and ripping it apart with a chomp.
In the end, Kristen managed to flush it down the toilet, but not before he got his fingers bitten off. He cried as he wrapped his bloody stumps in a towel. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His first day at work had turned into a nightmare.
A knock sounded on the door. “Is it ready yet?”
Kristen paled, his face looking as white as snow. “I’m almost done!” he yelled.
A tall, malnourished blonde girl showed up. She was long like a snake, all skin and bones. She wore huge glasses and a white dress. Her name was Moroni, the new receptionist.
“Kristen! What’s taking you so long? The clients are getting impatient!” She stomped her foot on the floor and crossed her arms.
“Sorry, Moroni. I didn’t think this would take so much time.” Kristen said. He was sweating, his face was red, and he was panting.
“You must do 1 room in 5 minutes at max. Otherwise, we won’t be able to clean all 134 rooms.”
“5 minutes?! That’s impossible! This room alone took me 40 minutes, and I’m not even done!”
Moroni frowned. “You have to learn how to do your job. This is unacceptable. If you can’t do your job, you’re out. You need to improve your times. Get on it.”
Kristen lowered his head and nodded, his micro penis growing erect from her commanding tone. He loved it when girls humiliated him. “Yes, ma’am…”
Moroni hissed, turned around, and left.
Kristen moaned and began working faster. He scrubbed the bathtub until his arms hurt, he wiped the sink until his hands bled, and changed the bedsheets with his teeth. He wanted to prove to Moroni that he was a good slave.
Meanwhile, Nero finished the rooms in less than a minute because he moved at the speed of sound. He could make a bed, clean a bathroom, and even a toilet in mere seconds. He was done before Kristen had even unlocked the door to his next room. All this earned him the admiration of his coworkers.
On the other hand, Kristen was falling behind and couldn’t keep up with the workload. Little did the ginger know, his nightmare was only beginning.
To Be Continued...