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Introduction
“I just don’t know what to do?” said Mike as he stared forlornly over the
parklands, “I mean I have tried everything to keep our relationship going but
Joe really doesn’t seem interested in me anymore.”
Sitting on the bench, confiding in me was a natural thing for Mike to do, we had
dated for a few months and parted ways after I got a new job out of town, but we
had remained friends and picked up the friendship when I returned 3 years ago. I
sighed as I looked over at my pal and wondered how anyone could be bored with
this fine young man. He had been jogging and the sweat gleamed off his muscled
pecs and dripped down a wash board stomach where it dampened the fine mat of
hair above the band of his shorts. I was recollecting the feel of his firm full
arse and the cute little dimples that teased you as he walked away, not to
mention the feel of his firm, hard cock that would take on a life of its own
when fully erect, I barely registered that he was still speaking.
“What should I do?” he repeated, as if I had all the answers on how to make a
relationship work. I was getting a bit annoyed at the barrage of questions, so I
quietly changed the subject and asked if he had heard of the new Restaurant that
had opened on 53rd Street.
“It’s supposed to be “Men only”, the staff are very professional and the food is
great!” I said, more to avoid the direction of the prior conversation than from
any real knowledge. A friend of mine, Leo, was a member and had promised to
invite me along for dinner Saturday night. “Why don’t you and Joe join us? We
can… double date.” The sight pause was not for any double meaning, but I wasn’t
sure where I exactly stood with Leo.
“Sure! It would be good to get out.” Mike replied looking less than satisfied
with the change of topic “See you at nine on Saturday then” He uncurled his body
from the seat, set his stop watch and continued with his daily run. I sat there
watching his muscled back as it got smaller in the distance, sighed and made my
way back to the office.
Part 1- The interview
On 53rd Street the Restaurant was gearing up for the weekend rush and Manuel
glanced over the hopeful staff that sat in the foyer waiting for their
interview. Manuel motioned to the first candidate and the young man eagerly came
forward, his resume clutched in slightly sweat dampened fingers his other hand
stretched out in front of him for the traditional greeting but Manuel deftly
avoided it. Looking slightly confused the young man sat in the seat opposite and
presented his credentials instead.
“James Smart- pleased to meet you sir.” James went on resolutely, trying to work
out why Manuel wasn’t looking at the neatly typed documents in front of him but
instead was studying at him with a cool stare. “I am looking forward to working
with you. Your reputation in Chicago is famous and I hope that you will consider
me for the position.”
Manuel gave a slight snort and leant forward to whisper “So you think you know
what your position will be?”
When James nodded confidently, Manuel stood suddenly and addressed the rest of
the group “No more staff required today. Thankyou for your time.” The others
left quietly and Manuel led James to the rear of the Restaurant after locking
the door behind him. “In there you will find your uniform, get changed and meet
me in the kitchen so I can introduce you to the key members of our staff”
James entered the small locker room and located a bag with a few scanty pieces
of clothing; mentally shrugging he started unbuttoning his shirt, hanging it
neatly on a spare hanger. When he was completely undressed he looked over to the
mirror and admired his own body. James was proud of the mat of hair that clung
to his pecs down his tight stomach and ending in a thatch covering his balls.
His cock began to stir as he gently caressed his arse but had to quickly
reprimand himself or he would never be able to stuff it into the uniform. What
looked like a cross piece of soft leather painted gold fastened around his
chest, defining his well developed pecs, lifting the muscle into two hard
globes, the glint of gold from his nipple ring nicely accented. Next came the
pure white jockstrap made from the same soft leather and the ingenious
modification came in the form of a zipper that allowed easy access. The feeling
of the leather against his cock and balls was exciting and his already
lengthening cock and to try to keep his mind off it pulled on a pair of gold
ankle length boots, the style, he recognised as those worn by boxers except for
the soles which were as soft as the sides.
After checking his appearance in the mirror, James walked out of the locker room
with a smirk lighting up his handsome features. The Restaurant was empty except
for the bar man who was polishing a rack of glasses. James walked confidently up
to him “James Smart, pleased to meet you.” His hand thrust out as before, the
bar man took to warmly “Troy” he replied, his deep smooth voice purred as his
eyes roved over James’ leather clad body. His uniform differed only slightly
with tight leather jockey shorts instead of the jock strap. “Floor staff?” he
asked. James nodded and Troy explained that only floor staff wear the strap all
bar staff wear the shorts. “You had better hurry to the kitchen; Manuel doesn’t
like to be kept waiting”.
James nodded his thanks and quickly went down the hallway at the rear of the
Restaurant, Manuel was waiting at the doors to the kitchen staring at his watch
grunted at James and opened the doors. “In this place your name is Troy, James
stays at home. All the staff here are named Troy except me; you will address me
as “Sir” and the Head chef, who you will call “Chef””
He led the way into the kitchen where there was the usual bustle of activity, an
organised chaos led by the burley “Chef”. “Troy” looked approvingly at the 6”6’
frame rippled with muscle and only wearing an apron to cover his broad chest. He
turned away to check on something on the stove and “Troy” noted that he wore
only a G-string made from the same white leather he was wearing. Glancing around
the room “Troy” could see that all the kitchen staff were in the same uniform
except for the youngest that had their strap moved to one side and the tell-tale
sign of a butt-plug could be seen. One of the older men had finished the dish he
was preparing and ordered the younger one to remove his plug. He obeyed without
pausing and the older man replaced it with his cock. He started to thrust in and
out of the young arse; the boy calmly picked up the peeler and continued his
work as the man fucked him. The grunting could barely be heard over the noise in
the room but the roar of satisfaction was clearly audible as the man spewed his
load deep into the willing arse. A chorus of shouted approval greeted the pair
as the boy replaced his plug; dropped to his knees and proceeded to lick the
mess off his superiors cock and balls.
Troy was watching the unfolding scene intently and was slightly startled when a
shadow loomed over him. “So you like to watch?” Chef had moved over to Troy and
was smiling “Good, follow me”
He moved toward the older man who was gratefully receiving the wash down and
offered his hand in welcome “Willie” he grunted as his cock stared to stiffen
again under the attention from the boy “Enough Willie!” he pushed the youngster
away. The boy shrugged his shoulders and got back to work on the vegetables. “He
will give me a heart attack” complained the older Willie “He is ready at any
time and his butt is so sweet”
“Maybe you should pace yourself.” Chef smiled and led Troy away from them
introducing all the “Willies” that made up his team. Most just smiled a welcome
or lazily waved as they continued their tasks however there were enough bolder
ones that used the excuse to feel up the “Fresh Meat” that had wandered in. By
the time that they had made a circuit of the Kitchen Troy had a raging hard-on
after all the butt grabbing and not so tender grabbing of his cock and balls.
Chef smiled knowingly at the obvious bulge in the front of Troy’ jock and guided
him gently toward the vegetable store room by the stiff member. He easily picked
the much lighter Troy onto a bench and swiftly undid the zipper at the front of
his jock. Freed from confinement his cock leapt forward like an eager racehorse
and Chef adjusted his balls out of the hole so that his manhood stood proudly
out against the white fabric. Troy felt the hair grab as the zipper was pulled
down and winced slightly but the slight pain was forgotten as Chef began to
massage the member to its full potential. “You must shave down before service
tonight, or you will have patches missing before dessert service” Chef advised
“That goes for your whole body, Manuel doesn’t like any hair to get into the
food” Troy thought the idea was wise but he was proud of his chest hair and was
reluctant to give it up. All thoughts of vanity were cast out of his mind as
Chef lowered his mouth and wrapped his tongue around the aching cock head. Troy
moaned quietly as Chef fed more as more of the erection deeper down his throat
until the entire length was consumed. Troy could feel his throat muscles
massaging his cock as Chef swallowed over and over not moving until he was
forced to take a breath. He quickly inhaled and plunged straight back down to
repeat the throat massage. Troy felt the familiar tingle in his balls and knew
that if the Chef continued with this onslaught he would be receiving a gut full
of cum in no time.
Chef was wise to what was going on and released his cock and flipped Troy onto
his stomach, “Don’t get used to that” Chef said “that was a one time treat. Call
it your welcome present.” He was busy massaging Troy’s arse with both meaty
hands and gave a small snort of disapproval when he found the quivering rose bud
dry. “Lube up before shift, customers will want you ready at all times” Troy
blushed and turned away, he couldn’t believe he had made such a basic mistake.
Then he felt a cold liquid spread over his arse and his hole was pried open by a
single finger from the meaty Chef.
Troy fully expected to be fucked straight away by the huge man and glanced over
his shoulder to see if his cock was as impressive as the rest of his physique
but Chef was still clad in his apron and G-string. He lifted his hand and showed
him a very long cucumber that had been smeared it what seemed to be the same
liquid that the long finger was oiling his hole. Troy jolted as the probing
finger found his prostate and massaged it until he felt he couldn’t take any
more.
“Fuck me! Fill me with that huge cock I know you have under your apron!” Troy
gasped. Grabbing each of his own arse cheeks and spreading them wide for the
onslaught he knew was coming. Chef smiled and removed his finger replacing it
with the vegetable dildo, it was cold from the refrigerator, the cooling
sensation doused the fire in Troy’s butt and the combination was driving him
crazy. Bucking wildly he allowed as much of the huge tool inside him as was
possible but when he glanced over his shoulder again noted that only half of it
was consumed.
Troy’s attention is drawn away from the invader inside him as another cook
entered the store room as started selecting produce from the various containers.
Chef saw the handsome young cook and ordered him to ‘drop to and give him 20’,
the man drops to his knees and lifts the Chef’s apron to reveal the white
G-string stretched out of shape by the massive cock trapped inside. “That’s
right Willie, suck on my fat cock” the young cook licked his lips nervously as
he removed the thin piece of fabric. Chef’s cock jumped out in relief, almost
poking out the eye of the cook on his knees. The huge tool bulged with thick
veins and perfect mushroom head. The cook was familiar with most of the other
staff but somehow had managed to avoid the monster he was faced with now, he
licked the pre-cum off the oozing slit and opened wide to take as much as he
could in.
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