The continuation of Adam Russell's new life in an alternate world where mythological races are all real. This is the start of Adam's first shift at The Wild House, and what a memorable first shift it is.
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Contains: m/m, interspecies, slime/tentacles, threesome, and many other fetishes
Chapter 3
When I walk into my apartment I plop down on the bed, sighing out of both fatigue and excitement. Still in my clothes, I drift off into a deep sleep. In my dream I feel like I'm floating through an empty space, completely surrounded by darkness. It feels more real than most dreams I've had. My senses are heightened and I feel fully aware of what's happening, but have no control of the nothingness going on around me. When it feels as if hours have passed by I start reaching out into the dark, feeling genuine dread and panic setting in.
"Help!" I call out into the empty world.
"I'm here little one," a deep, almost sinister, voice answers me. I instantly recognize it as the one I heard at the archery range, but rather than bringing fear, the booming voice calms me almost instantly.
I wake with a start, covered in sweat and shivering. I don't really know how to grasp what just happened and rush to the bathroom on unsteady legs to splash some water on my face. The chills quickly fade and I take a few steady breaths before reaching in my pocket to check the time. What the hell? It's already two o'clock. It seems like the hours I spent floating through empty space was in real time and I can't tell if that makes feel better or worse about the strange dream. I shake my head, trying to forget about the whole thing. I have a shift that's supposed to start in a few hours.
I'm not exactly sure the best way to prepare for a job like this, but decide a shower and thorough cleaning is probably the best route to take. I open a music streaming app on my phone and start listening to some synth-pop music while I shower. I'm both disappointed and excited to see that none of the music in this world is the same as in my own. There would be a lot of bands and songs I'll miss dearly, but I'm happy to have so much new art to discover. I wash my hair, scrub my body, and take extra care to clean my ass while I bob my head to the music.
Once I'm finished I dry off and brush my teeth, tweeze any stray hairs from my pronounced eyebrows, and clip my finger and toenails. Gotta make a solid first impression on my customers. Then for the next forty-five minutes or so I shave most of my body bare, with the exception of my forearms and legs, leaving only a short, trimmed bush above the base of my cock. Not sure if that's the way to go or not, but I suppose I'll know soon enough. With that done there's only about an hour and a half until I'm supposed to be at work.
I walk into the living room, completely naked, and start scrolling the internet on my phone as I still don't have a TV to furnish the living room. As I'm looking through a streaming site, laughing at a cringe compilation of news anchors, my phone starts ringing from an unknown caller. I hesitantly answer, expecting my first scam call in this alternate world, but am greeted with a familiar voice.
"Hello Mr.Russell. How are you settling in?" asks Mr. Thane.
"Hey! I'm doing pretty great actually. I start my first shift at work in about an hour." I decide to keep the mysterious voice I've now heard twice to myself. Unless it pops up again I won't make a big deal out of it, which I realize is probably an unwise decision, but it's just how I've always dealt with things.
"That's fantastic. It seems we didn't make as big of gamble integrating you as some of my colleagues thought." I feel like this is a sly dig, but let the comment slide.
"...Right."
"Where did you find work at?" he asks with a hint of eagerness. I'm almost certain he would know all this information, but might as well play along for now.
"The club right below the apartment you set me up in...The Wild House."
There's a notable pause.
"Really? I didn't expect you to be so...progressive," he says in a very neutral tone. Now I feel the need to speak a bit more freely.
"I get the feeling you and your agency set me up over this club for a reason Mr. Thane. One of those reasons naturally would be to see if I'd seek out employment here considering they were hiring." There is another noticeable pause in the conversation before he chuckles to himself.
"Well you're a perceptive man. In our questioning you seemed genuinely unprejudiced towards the new species around you and when you said you were gay...well let's just say it seemed unlikely a human from a world with only humans was truly as open to things as you suggested. So we wanted to see if your actions painted the same story...and it seems they have." I'm a little shocked at the honesty, but understand their motivations.
"Well I'm happy to have proven the point."
"Besides a job, how have you been acclimating?" he asks, sounding noticeably friendlier and more casual.
"Rather well I'd say. I've met some people, found a few places I enjoy spending my time. But there's a question that's kind of been gnawing at me since yesterday."
"Yes?"
"You didn't mention it in our talks, but how bad is the prejudice in the human population? I've been hearing some...interesting stories, but I've only met one other human so far who seemed very kind and open-minded." He clears his throat before answering me.
"I won't lie, it has been a problem for a few hundred years now. The human population used to be about fifty percent of all life on earth and has dwindled significantly as humans began to form relationships with the other species. When the human population got below thirty percent, groups of humans started to form ideologies against mixed species relations. At first it was for self-preservation, but has evolved for many of them into one of blind hate. You shouldn't worry about it much though Adam."
"Why is that?"
"The majority of humans have all moved to Estaria in order to isolate themselves. Of course there are still some here with their own prejudice, but nothing along the lines of the fanatics." He sounds rather disappointed as he says this and I can't blame him.
"Estaria?"
"I believe based on our discussion of your world it would be the equivalent of Australia." I snort with laughter at the irony of that statement, but quickly stifle it. The continent that was originally used as massive prison for criminals is now the home to a colony of prejudiced humans who choose to isolate themselves by choice. Almost poetic in a dark way.
"I see. Well that's honestly a shame, but I'm happy to be living here then."
"Indeed. Well, I need to get going Adam. Take care of yourself. I'll be in touch." Before I can say goodbye the phone call ends and I'm left to ponder my own thoughts about our discussion. Before I know it, it's five minutes to five o'clock, and I need to head downstairs for work.
I throw on a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt, which I'm sure I'll need to take off as soon as I'm given my uniform. I lock up my apartment and head down the stairs. I ponder taking the employee entrance, but decide I'll do that after I've been given my uniform and know how the place works a bit more. I enter the main double doors, seeing the same stallion bouncer from before who gives me cunning smile as I pass by.
"Good to see you again sweet boy." His words make me swoon.
"Good to see you too...what's your name by the way?"
"Rob. No need to tell me yours Adam. I'll be calling you sweet boy anyways." I laugh at this and enter the club. It looks the same as it did when I first came in two days ago, the establishment empty except for Cobalt and an employee I hadn't met previously chatting with him. He's an elf, taller than me but also skinnier, wearing nothing but a metal cockring, an x-shaped leather harness, and bowtie. I don't know why I expected anything else, but I can only assume this will also be my uniform. The two of them turn to look at me and Cobalt seems overjoyed at our reunion.
"Adam! Good to see you again!" He rushes out from behind the bar and pulls me into a tight hug. The feeling of his blue slime against my skin is surprisingly nice. He lets me go and points to the elf. "This is Tarron. He's a server like you, but he's one of our switch servers."
"Switch?" I ask obliviously.
"Means I fuck and get fucked," Tarron says in a tenor-pitched voice. He looks at me with a slightly standoffish expression and I wonder if he doesn't like me or simply has one of those faces. With him facing me I can see his cock is already six inches while soft.
"Right...of course...so...where's Griff? I gotta get ready for my first shift." I let out a nervous laugh and Tarron rolls his eyes before sitting down at the bar. Cobalt wraps his arm around my shoulder and guides me down a corridor marked 'Employees Only' towards the back.
"Don't mind him. He's like that with all new hires until they prove they can handle the job." I don't say anything, but inwardly think how much I dislike people like that. I've always thought it much kinder and sensible to give someone a chance until they give you a reason not to. Cobalt guides me down the long hall with a large metal door to a walk in freezer on the left and the hall eventually turns sharply to the right. There are four doors down the hall, two of them are unmarked, but the closest says 'Exit' in red painted letters, while the one next to it says 'Manager' in gold embossed letters. He knocks on the door and Griff's voice sounds from the other side.
"Come in." Cobalt leaves me as I open the door and step inside the small office. The burly orc is sitting behind a desk in the center of the room, wearing a tight fit t-shirt and jeans.
"Ah, right on time. That's a good sign. Well take a seat. We've gotta get the boring paperwork done first." He hands me a folder filled with packets to fill out about taxes, identification, etcetera. I quickly speed through while he makes a copy of my ID and social security card. Once I'm finished he looks over it and nods in approval. "Alright, get outta those clothes and put this uniform on." He plops down a leather jockstrap, leather harness, and bowtie.
"I'm surprised it's not quite the same as Tarron's." Regardless I start stripping down, very comfortable being nude in front of Griff at this point.
"He's a switch so he gets the cockring and harness. Top's just get the cockring. Bottoms get the jockstrap and harness. Easy way for the customers to find what it is they're after." I nod my head as I slip on the snug jockstrap.
"Makes sense. Is it just me and Tarron tonight?"
"Nah. He had the opening shift four to twelve. You got the mid six to two. Tom will be in for the closing shift eight to four. Friday through Sunday we have six servers though. Lot busier on those days." I thank Griff inwardly for starting me on a slower day as I awkwardly figure out the harness and then fasten the bowtie.
"Well...how do I look?" I strike a playful pose and then stop, becoming quickly embarrassed.
"Mmm...you look like your ass needs some attention boy." I look at him with an innocent expression as he approaches and slaps me on my round cheeks, making my ass jiggle slightly. "But that'll have to wait. Time for the tour."
I sigh with relief, but end up finding myself wanting to be Griff's boytoy again as he walks out of the office and I follow. He leads me to the door across the hall which is a bathroom with three stalls. He then shows me to the last door across from the employee entrance which is a breakroom filled with two leather couches, a table with chairs in the center, a set of small lockers, a cork message board, as well as a fridge and microwave. He then points out a panel on the wall near the door and tells me this is where I'll clock in and out before giving me my employee number. He then walks me out to the front of house where I see our first customer. He's a thin terrier beastman who seems to pay me little attention as Tarron approaches him. Griff walks me over to the wall of slings I noticed on my first visit.
"So before you start your shifts, head to the breakroom and check the message board. Everyone's rotations are posted on there. There are three areas you'll rotate between. Sling, Gloryhole, and Server. On the sling, just strap yourself in and get ready to take some cock. For gloryhole, head through that door," he says while pointing to a door off to the right of the gloryholes. "Just get on your knees and service any cock that pokes through. If you're server ya just need to walk through the club and take any orders for drinks. If someone wants to take ya for a ride, just make sure someone else isn't waiting on an order and go for it. The customers pay a cover charge to get in, so they expect to be compensated well for it." It's a lot to take in all at once and the reality that this is really happening comes crashing down on me all at once. I briefly wonder why I wasn't charged to come in the other day and resolve to ask Rob later so I don't get him in trouble.
"A-Alright..." I stammer back to him.
"Don't be nervous boy. Everyone's nervous on their first shift...well everyone but Tarron maybe." I turn around to see Tarron shoving his cock down the terrier's throat nearby while he leers in my direction. I roll my eyes at him and return my attention to Griff. "If you ever feel uncomfortable or a customer is crossing a line, just say so and if they don't respect that line someone will get security to sort it out." I relax a bit after hearing that. Having some control over the situation rather than just being a hole to fuck however anyone wants puts me at more ease than even Griff probably realizes. "So ya ready? You still got thirty minutes to kill before the shift starts."
"Yeah...I think I am...just a little anxious still." He claps a hand on my shoulder and massages it gently.
"I get it boy. Just breathe through it and treat it like any other job. You'll do fine and probably be tipped pretty well." He smiles at me warmly, making me think of him as a mentor of sorts and I lean into him instinctively. "Still got some paperwork to take care of, so go take a load off in the breakroom and head back out at six." I nod and we both walk to the back while he gently gropes my exposed ass. He gives me another soft slap on my cheeks as he enters his office and I head inside the breakroom where I pass by another orc with a shaved head and body- builder sized frame wearing just a bowtie like Cobalt.
After sitting on the couch for a few minutes Cobalt walks in and gives me a friendly smile...or at least I think he does. Can be a little difficult to tell when he doesn't have a 'traditional' looking face. He sits down next to me and puts one of his large arms around my shoulders.
"You excited to start?" he asks almost in childlike excitement. I give him a nervous smile.
"Kind of scared actually..." He looks at me with one eye squinted and I assume if he had eyebrows one would be raised.
"You took Griff both ways on the first try. You'll be just fine Adam. Besides as long as you stretched a bit beforehand then there won't even be any discomfort." I freeze as he says this. Shit. How could I have overlooked preparing for that? I prepped everything else and didn't consider to maybe use the plug or even my fingers to stretch myself.
"Uh...actually I kind of...forgot to do that." He smiles with an almost menacing grin.
"Well...me being a Limus...I could help you out, but you should know," he says as his arm wraps tighter around my shoulders. "It could be very different to anything you've experienced before." I look at him cautiously.
"How so?"
"Would be better for me to just do it. Don't worry though...it won't hurt...it'll probably just feel...strange." I can hear the hunger in his voice and remember when we first met that he said he'd have me, and I guess it didn't take long for that. I take a breath and nod.
"Okay yeah...we just have to be quick. I don't have much time before my shift starts. Wait, who's watching the bar now?" He chuckles, never taking his glowing yellow eyes off of me.
"The other bartender, Garrick, clocked in just a few minutes ago. You probably saw him...big orc." I remember the orc I passed by and nod. "So I've got a little bit of time to help you out." He then leans in and pries my lips apart with a slimy blue tongue that forces its way into my mouth and then down my throat. I groan as it reaches deep, but find myself surprisingly able to breathe through it. He then gets on top of me as his hands pin my arms to the couch and they turn from normal fingers to a gooey mass. His legs then change shape and pin my feet to the ground in the same way, spreading my legs wide apart. His thick cock rises and stiffens next to mine and without any preamble he slides it inside of me.
There's no pain or resistance from me at all as the slick, slimy cock slides in all the way to the base, stretching me to a reasonable size. I moan loudly onto his slimy tongue as it suddenly grows and reaches deeper into me. My eyes snap open at the growth and it keeps sliding down until I can literally feel it reaching into my empty stomach. He then pulls it all out of my throat all at once and hums to himself.
"You taste good Adam...now comes the strange part." I look at him like he's insane.
"That wasn't the strange part?!" He shakes his head as he snickers and then I feel his cock doing the same thing his tongue did inside me. It slithers up inside of me so quickly that I can't help but writhe under him from the overstimulation. It reaches deeper and deeper, further into me than anything has ever gone and I look down to see my belly actually moving slightly as he delves deeper. If it weren't for how good it felt I'd be telling him to stop, but the fact is it feels incredible. Then the really bizarre part happens. His entire body begins to 'melt' turning into a large glob of goo. Without any further warning all of him starts to pour inside of my hole, stretching me wider and filling my guts with the blue slime. With my hands and legs free I try to crawl away as my eyes roll back from the slime rushing past my prostate endlessly, but he ceaselessly pours himself inside.
"Unnhhh! S-Strange was an understatement!"
My belly swells in an almost familiar way at this point, but I've certainly never had a living creature completely enter me like this before. The stream of slime continues wriggling its way inside until he's completely inside of me. I roll onto my back and look down at my belly rippling from Cobalt moving around inside of me, widening my guts open. Then he suddenly starts pouring himself back out of me. Once again the stimulation against my prostate is so great that I feel myself getting close to climax. The slimes oozes out of me, faster and faster, and after another minute of this I start cumming, shooting stream after stream into the air and onto my deflating belly. Finally the last of him leaves my body and the mass of slime reforms into the usual masculine body Cobalt has. I pant loudly as he leans over me and licks the cum from my body.
"I think...I would have...preferred a warning..." He chuckles and sits back on the couch.
"Sorry. Did you not like it?" He grins down at me, knowing full well that as odd as the experience was I definitely enjoyed every second of it.
"I didn't say that..." My breathing slows down and I can feel how open, empty, and lubed my insides feel. He stands and starts to leave.
"Well we'll have to do it again sometime when we're not in a rush. You should be good to go for your shift now." With that he closes the breakroom door and I force myself to get back on my feet and walk to the message board. My rotation from six to eight is server. Alright, let's do this.
I step out of the breakroom and walk down the hall, turning the corner into the main floor of the club. There are now four customers, two beastmen, one being the terrier from earlier and the other a dragon with red scales who must be at least nine feet tall with sculpted muscles, a lean but toned elf with dark hair, and a dwarf with a copper colored beard and beer belly. Almost all the customers are in nothing but underwear or flat out naked which I suppose should be expected. As I step onto the floor everyone but the terrier turns to look at me like a prized stallion. Oh, this is going to be a long night. I hurry over to the bar and Garrett hands me a small leather binder filled with blank tickets to take orders on.
"Good luck kid." He seems to be a bit more rough around the edges than Griff, but doesn't exude the same disdain that Tarron has. Speaking of Tarron, he runs over to the bar, his cock dripping a small amount of his cum as he passes his own ticketbook over to Garrett as he gives me the same look he has since I walked in.
"Well get to it new guy, I'm on gloryhole now." I stare daggers at him, already disliking him more than anybody I've met in the past three days.
"The name's Adam...not new guy...twig." I see his face shift at the insult and with that I step onto the dance floor to approach the new customers. The dwarf, dragon, and elf all approach me at once, making me think they came as a group or they all just want first dibs. The terrier sits on the couch sipping a mix drink as his hole leaks a light stream of cum which I can only assume is Tarron's. The five foot dwarf wastes no time in grabbing my ass which makes me jump.
"Heh, no need to be scared boy. We're just excited to finally see a human here," he says in a gravelly voice. The dragon growls in a low pitch.
"And a cute one at that," the dragon says as a bit of steam rises from his mouth. Well that mostly answers my question of if they can actually breathe fire. I smile awkwardly as my face gets red.
"Would you gentleman like a drink?" They laugh as I try to avoid their lust filled eyes and the dwarf tightens his grip on my ass.
"Sure. Why don't you get us a round of the house draft? When you get back, we can see how much you want a tip," the dwarf says as he leans forward and bites into my exposed side. I groan a bit and their cocks all start to swell, the dragon's and elf's being covered with tight fitting thongs. I can feel myself getting hot and turn to walk back to the bar. Tarron has already left and I look back to see a large cock poking through one of the gloryholes. As long as he's out of my hair. I pass along the order to Cobalt and he quickly pours three beers and places them on a tray for me. I carry the tray over, my wrist a little unstable as it's been a little while since I was server back on my world. The three men grab their drinks and toast before taking a few large gulps.
"Ahhh...now who gets dibs on his ass?" the elf asks in a dreamy, seductive voice. The dwarf walks behind me and runs his thumb through the leather band of my jockstrap.
"That'll be me." He leans down a bit and spreads my cheeks before whistling loudly. Before I can turn to look he has his face pushed into my spread cheeks and his rough tongue is lapping on and around my sensitive hole. His beard scratches against my skin in an unbelievably arousing way. I inhale sharply and the dragon grabs ahold of my face as his tongue pushes into my mouth. They both use their tongues on me to great effect, taking complete control over me while the elf starts to massage my growing bulge.
"Mmnn...mmph"
"Nice, smooth hole...you're gonna fit in well around here boy," the dwarf says as he pulls back for a moment. They don't give me a moment to adjust as they all play my body like an instrument, producing moans and grunts out of me. Before I even realize what's happening the dragon has pulled his long tongue from my mouth and is pushing me to the floor onto my knees. The dragon and elf remove their underwear and their cocks spring up in front of me. The elf's is smooth and uncut, looking less thick than Griff's or Theo's but very long, at least eleven inches. The dragon's is thirteen inches, jet-black with a knotted base, and ridges along the shaft. Both are dripping precum onto the floor. Cleanup at closing must be a nightmare.
I don't even notice that the dwarf has removed his tongue as I stare at the two beautiful rods in front of me and gasp once more as I feel the dwarf's thick cock slip into me. The dragon take's my opened mouth as an opportunity and shoves his extremely smooth and slick cock into my mouth. Off to the left I can see the elf jerking off as he watches me take them both. I didn't get a chance to really look at the dwarf's cock for long, but it feels about as thick as Griff and maybe six inches. Then he grips my harness and shoves it down to the base.
"Ghhhh!" Okay...eight inches.
The dwarf and dragon synchronize their thrusts, slowly picking up the pace almost in time with the club's music and I hear more customers start to walk in. I glance in their direction and see two orcs walking in, completely nude. As soon as they see me they high-five each other and step closer to watch.
"Never thought they'd hire a human!" the shorter one, muscled like a body builder with his black hair tied into a top bun says.
"Guess it's just our lucky day." The other orc has more of a gut like Griff and is covered in thick body hair.
The dwarf and dragon start pounding harder and harder over the next thirty minutes and the orcs have joined the elf in stroking their cocks as well. The dragon's knot comes dangerously close to slipping inside of my mouth a few times as he skull-fucks me, but he seems to be intentionally holding back just enough to not let that happen. As well as this the sensation of his ridged cock takes some getting used to, but actually feels good against the soft flesh of my throat. Then I feel my guts getting very warm as the dwarf starts groaning loudly.
"Hnn...fucking take that thick load boy!" he grunts into my ear and I shudder as he fills my guts with cum even thicker than an orc's. Then the elf starts to shoot ropes of his semen across my face and hair. Before he's done the dragon pushes my face down to the knot and starts cumming too. His cum is molten hot, and pours almost directly into my stomach.
"How's that cum feel kid? Uhhnn! Dragon's have the hottest...literally." He's definitely not wrong there. It almost feels like it's boiling as it pours into me and I can't believe how much I like it. Need to feel that kind of cum up my ass sometime. Once they pull out the dragon and dwarf slide two twenty dollar bills into the band of my jockstrap before sitting down to finish their beers. I rise to my feet on wobbly legs and turn to see the orcs and the elf are more than ready to have their turn. Before they do I look at the orcs and pick up the ticketbook.
"Before we start...would you like to order from the bar?"
To Be Continued