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In A Time Of Need
The pit in my stomach grows and the lump in my throat feels as if I have a golf ball stuck in there as I look at my bank account on my phone and see that my remaining balance is $-32.67.
"How could this be?" I whisper to myself.
I was still nearly a week away from payday, and I still had my phone bill due, not to mention I still have to buy gas to even get to work! I go through my recent transactions and notice that maybe I haven't been the greatest with my spending in the past few months.
I had just moved into my first apartment five months ago after moving away from my parents. I have a steady job as a line worker at the local produce plant, sorting heads of lettuce for eight hours a day. Once I had finally settled into my apartment, and started making actual money, I kinda went on a spending spree. I was buying any stupid thing that would come to mind. I think I even bought a hobby drone from Amazon and I'm almost certain that it is still in the box next to my bed. I was always tight with money towards the end of the pay period, coasting into the next paycheck with only a couple bucks to my name. But, this is the first time I have ever seen a negative.
I was pacing around my room, nervously wiping at my face, trying to think of my next move.
"How could I have done this." I said to myself.
I sat down at my brand new laptop sitting on my desk right next to my perfectly fine year old laptop.
Every different thought was going through my mind. Donate plasma? I Googled my nearest clinic, nearly ninety miles away, that wasn't going to work. Donate semen? I Googled that as well, nothing even close. I needed cash quick, and I was running out of ideas, so I decided to just check out Craigslist, knowing that the website is far beyond its prime, but maybe some old lady in the area needs her gutters cleaned.
I wheeled my mouse down page after page of different ads, mostly asking for services that I had no business even attempting, but towards the bottom of page five I found an ad that raised my eyebrows.
It read:
Looking for fast cash? Get paid the same day, no experience required. Looking for healthy young men.
"Interesting" I whispered.
I opened the page and read the brief body of the ad. It was requesting young men to help at a local spa. I have no clue what that could even entail, but it can't be any harder than working in the lettuce factory.
I drafted an email to the provided email address:
To whom it may concern,
My name is Reid and I was curious of the open position at your spa. I am 19, five foot ten, and about 120lbs, so I guess you could call me healthy? I was just wondering if I could get an interview and meet all of you at your fine establishment!
I look forward to hear from you,
Reid
I pressed the send button, then sat back in my chair, still stressing about the next week, and how I'm going to even eat. Just as I was about to stand up to go take a piss, I heard a `ding' from my computer. I rocked forward and saw that they had responded already. I opened the email and this is what it said:
Dear Reid,
Thank you for your interest in our spa helper position! Yes, you do sound healthy, and would love to have you down to the spa to work for us! You sound like an ideal candidate, so no interview will be necessary! Just let us know when a good time would be for you to start and we shall take it from there.
Yours Truly,
Steve
Owner/Operator
Nightshade Spa
`Holy shit' I thought. No interview necessary? That is crazy! I hit the reply button:
Thank you for the quick response, Steve! I really look forward to working with you! As far as when I could start, I can start any time! Just let me know a good date, and I will be there.
Reid
I sat back in my chair, hoping that a response would come as quick as the last, and it did. I opened the email, and it read:
Reid,
Why not come down here tonight? We are a little busy with clients, and could use another body.
Our address is:
354 S Turner St.
If you can come in tonight, please try to be here by 8pm.
Thanks!
Steve
I jumped up from my chair and pumped my fist in the air in triumph.
"Fuck yeah!" I yelled
I was thinking that this was going to be the easiest paycheck I have ever made, boy would I be thinking differently tomorrow morning.
I Googled the address to the spa and found that it was only a couple miles from my apartment in a local strip mall. I decided that I could probably just walk there instead of using the precious little gas that I had left to get to work tomorrow morning. I went through my closet, trying to find what I imagined a typical spa worker would be wearing at a spa, but the closest I could find was just a normal white t-shirt, some khaki chino pants, and some black shoes that I typically wore to the gym. I figured that would probably be the closest I was going to get to a uniform.
About seven o'clock rolled around and I was stepping out of my apartment into the still choking humidity of a mid August day. I locked my door behind me, and started across town towards the spa.
When I finally arrived to the spa roughly thirty minutes later, I noticed that there were virtually zero cars in the parking lot, aside from a white Cadillac sitting at the far end of the rough lot, and a broken down box truck sitting at the other end. Most of the businesses in the strip mall had boards over the windows and looked like they had not been occupied in the better half of ten years. Except there were two signs that were still lit. One was for "Maria's Tacos" and the other was a bright purple sign the read just "Nightshade".
"I'm guessing that's the place." I said to myself.
I walked past all of the boarded up businesses, and even caught a whiff of Maria's Tacos which made my stomach start to rumble. I walked up to the door to `Nightshade' and saw that all of the windows were covered in purple drapes, and the door was completely black tinted over. I opened the door and a little bell at the top notified the man sitting behind the front desk of my arrival.
The walls of the lobby were covered in similar drapes to the windows, purple with a slight ruffle to them. There were matching purple couches on both sides of the room, and a round receptionist desk sat towards the back. A neon sign was above the desk that read `Nightshade', its glow giving off a bright white halo around it. The room smelled heavily of eucalyptus and spearmint, which was quite pleasant, and I thought to myself that I should ask where they get their air freshener.
"Hi, welcome to Nightshade. How can I help you?" the man behind the desk said, standing up from his chair.
"Hi, my name's Reid. I was emailing.."
"Of course! Reid! We were expecting you! My name is Nate and I'm the head of client services here. Steve is in his office, but he told me to expect you. I just have a few things for you to sign, and we will get you started right away." Nate said, grabbing a clip board and pen from the desk, and setting it on the counter.
I grabbed the pen and looked down at the paperwork.
"So what exactly will I be doing for work? Steve never really told me in the emails."
I skimmed through the papers, pretending to read, but not really caring what it said, just as long as I get paid.
"Well, your job will just be a service boy. Helping guests and such. It's all listed in the paperwork."
"Okay, service boy. Got it. Not what will I be paid?" I said, signing my name on the line.
"You will be paid a flat rate of three hundred dollars for the nights work." he said, grabbing the pen and paper from me.
"Did you just say three hundred?" my mouth fell open.
"Mmm hmmm" Nate said, pulling the paper from the clip board before placing it on the copy machine.
The machine whirred, then spit out a paper, to which Nate grabbed.
"And here you go, for your records." Nate handed me the paper. "Now why don't you have a seat on the couch. You will be getting to work shortly. Is there anything I can get you? Water? Coffee?"
"Water would be great actually." I said
Nate bent down behind the counter and returned with a bottle of water.
"Here you go. Now go ahead and have a seat and we will let you know when we will be getting started."
"Sounds good." I said with a smile, then walked over to the couch.
I plopped myself down onto the velvet purple couch, then cracked open the bottle of water. I gulped down about three gulps, then replaced the cap. I kept thinking about the pay. Three hundred dollars? That is more than what I get paid for a nights work at the factory! And there is no way this is going to be hard.
Just then I started to notice that my head began to feel as if it was floating, bobbing forward and back as if it weighed a hundred pounds.
"What? What is happening?" I said, looking at Nate.
"Your night is about to begin." was all he said before night took over my vision and everything faded to black.
I felt a cold chill run through my body as my eyes began to flicker back to life. I tried to open them and everything still felt as if I was looking through a frosted window in the dead of winter. I tried to lift my had to my face to try and wipe my eyes, but I realized that my hands were cuffed or shackled somehow to the platform that I was now kneeling on. I began to slightly panic, trying to blink away the haze from my vision.
"Help! Where am I? Help!" I screamed.
I heard a door close from somewhere in front of me. I noticed that my vision was coming back, and I was over taken with the soft lighting in the room. I looked down to my wrists and I was indeed shackled to the table that I was on and could not raise me hands more than an inch from the table. The next thing I noticed was the slight chill that continued to blow over my naked body.
`Wait, my naked body?' I thought.
I felt a hard piece of wood that ran in front of my waist that I was bent over, and another one ran across my back, keeping it in place, and presenting my ass straight out. My ankles were also shackled to the table, and I knew that I was stuck in this position.
I noticed that I was in a different room now. This one was decorated in a deep red, rather than purple. The walls were painted in red, and there were red velvet loungers that were spread across the room. Everything was softly lit from lights that were mounted on the walls like medieval candle holders.
The door closed behind a man who was now walking towards me. I strained to keep my head up looking at him. He approached the head of the table that I was locked to, his after shave trailing only slightly behind him. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt underneath that had the top button undone. He spoke in a soft soothing voice.
"Morning sunshine. Glad to see you here for your first day. Oh, where are my manners, I'm Steve, the one that you were emailing earlier today." Steve said, squatting down to his haunches to get face to face with me.
"What the fuck is going on. Why am I nude and locked to the table!?"
"Whoa whoa, calm down Reid. It was all in the paper you signed. Don't you remember?" Steve said, giving me a wide, toothy grin.
"I didn't agree to any of this!"
"You did sign the paperwork, didn't you?" he said, still smiling.
I looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"I'm going to take it you didn't read it"
All I could do was shake my head.
"Well, let me give you the low down to what you agreed to. You are going to be strapped to this table for the next couple of hours. Multiple clients are going to come in here and use you for their pleasure. Some will like your mouth, some will like your..." he gestured with his head behind me, and right then I felt a cold gust of wind across a place I had never felt it. Across my wide spread cheeks, and across my asshole.
"What? What does that even mean?" I said, pulling at my chains.
"I'm sure you are a smart guy Reid. Think about it." he said, standing back up, his knees cracking popping as he stood.
I heard the door open behind him, to which he spun around and looked, then turned back to me.
"Looks like your first customer is here. I will come let get you after your shift. Enjoy!" he twittled his fingers at me as he walked away. He said something to the man that was walking towards me, then walked through the door, and closed it behind him.
A man of about 40 walked up to my table. He was wearing just a pair of boxers, and a plain white t-shirt. He was a little on the pudgy side, and his face was covered in a thin dusting of black and gray hair.
"Hi there Reid. Steve says this is your first time. Isn't this exciting?" the man said, coming closer to my table, then planting both hands in front of me, and looking down to me as I looked up at him.
I didn't know what to say at that moment. All I could do was look up at him, a slight tear forming in the corner of my eye.
"Oh I see, the silent type huh? No problem." he said, raising his hands from the table, then taking a step back. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his underwear, then pulled them to the ground, then stepped out of them. He grabbed a hold of his quickly hardening cock, and began to massage it. He looked down into my eyes and began to bite his lower lip. His cock had now grown to the size of a small Red Bull can. He held it at the base as he walked towards me.
"Now why don't you show me that nice tongue of yours?" he said, waving the meat in front of my face.
The smell of his unwashed meat was overwhelming. It was a combination of sweat, piss, and some other funk, and was starting to turn my stomach. I turned my head away from it, but he continued to get closer before he grabbed a tuft of my hair, then pulled me back to center.
"Now I don't want to have to ask again." the man said in a stern dad voice.
I reluctantly opened my mouth, to which he quickly filled with his nasty cock. The salty taste of his sweat and piss covered cock filled my mouth, covering every taste bud until all I could taste was man cock.
"That's it, go on, open wide." he said, thrusting his hips forward. His thighs rammed against the edge of the table as his meat bounced on my tonsils. My gag reflex couldn't take anymore, and I began to wretch causing my mouth to fill with saliva, then start to pour from my mouth with every pump of his cock into my virgin mouth.
"Gluck gluck gluuuuck." was the only noise I was able to produce past his invading prick.
"Oh fuck. You are a good little cock sucker, aren't you?" he said with his hands on his hips, thrusting forward, pushing the head of his cock deeper each time.
The flavor of his rancid cock started to fade as my saliva washed it away, but it was soon replaced by a new flavor. A sort of sweet, salty flavor that immediately triggered a switch in my mind. My eyes grew wide because I soon felt his cock start to swell, while his hips started to vibrate. He threw his hips forward one last time, then held his cock at the back of my throat.
"Shit, oh shit." he grunted. "I'm cumming"
Cumming? Is this man about to cum in my mouth? I had my answer pretty quickly. His cock began jetting cum down my throat which rapidly pumped into my stomach, then he withdrew slightly in his bucking, making some pool on my tongue, which made my gag reflex abandon me once again. I tried desperately to swallow as much as I possibly could, trying to let it not escape my mouth and run down my chin.
"That's it, slurp it all down." he said, twitching his hips a few more times.
He pulled his sloppy, deflated cock from my maw, then immediately pulled up his boxers that were still sitting in a pile at his feet.
"That was pretty good for a first time. Hope to see you again here soon." the man said, before turning and walking towards the door.
The door opened before the man got to it, and Steve held the door for him. They exchanged a few words that I could not hear over my pants, and labored breathing. Steve shook the man's hand and let the man through. Steve closed the door, then started towards me.
"So, what do you think?" he said, squatting down to his haunches again.
"What. The. Fuck!?" I said through my slowly stabilizing breaths.
"Oh, stop being dramatic. This is what you signed up for isn't it?" he said, showing me that bright toothed smile again.
"You tricked me into this! I would have never..." I tried saying, but was quickly cut off.
"No no no Reid, you were not tricked, but I did count on you not reading the disclosures, and sure enough, you didn't!"
"But.... This can't be legal." I said.
"Completely legal! And don't worry, you will still get paid, I can assure you that." I let my head swing down between my shoulders in defeat. I had to face to facts, I was stuck where I'm at, and it seemed like Steve was not going to budge on releasing me.
"It's a slow night. We only have a couple more clients and then your shift is over. Maybe an hour at the most."
I nodded reluctantly.
"Good. I will come check on you after your shift."
I did not respond, only hung my head, squinting my eyes, holding in the tears.
I could hear Steve's foot steps as he made his way to the door. I briefly heard him speaking after the door opened to a man with the voice of a cement mixer. His gravel voice, coupled with his frequent smokers cough signaled to me that this was probably not going to be any easier this time around. The man's boots clicked and clacked as he walked across the tile floor towards me. I looked up to see a thinner man wearing crisp blue jeans, a plaid shirt with pearl buttons, and a large, tan cowboy hat perched atop his head. He had a blonde mustache that nearly went from ear to ear that was surround by a rough scrub of 5 o'clock shadow. He looked to be roughly fifty, maybe sixty.
"I hear you're the new boy Steve hired?" the man spoke.
I nodded.
"Well, why don't we just see what you got?" he said, setting his cowboy hat on the velvet couch beside my temporary prison. He walked to the front of my table, and began removing his shirt, one button at a time. Once it was unbuttoned, he slid his arms out, uncovering at torso that was covered in similar hair to his mustache, blonde and gray. The skin beneath was a dark caramel color, no doubt from the hours in the sun. He unbuttoned his Wrangler jeans, and began the process of pulling his legs from his heavily starched jeans. He was not wearing underwear beneath, so once the jeans were removed he was standing before me completely nude. He folded his jeans neatly with his shirt, then sat them beside his hat. He walked towards my face, stroking his cock. When he would let it dangle, I could see that it was nearly eight inches long, the weight of it pulling itself down to point directly at the floor.
He gently ran his hand down my cheek, then pinched my chin, the pulled it down, gesturing to open my mouth. I gulped once, then opened it. He grabbed his giant meat and sat it on my tongue, but unlike the last man, he was far more gentle, working his cock in slowly, and letting me prepare myself. He did not shove it all the way in, but rather just let me work my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and gently suck. He did not make a sound, only looked down at me as I gently sucked on his massive meat. I was amazed at how much his cock did not smell, nor taste, like a garbage pit. Again, unlike the last animal that used my mouth. His cock just tasted like flesh, with a hint of soap, and just a whiff of piss that was not that off putting.
He finally spoke. "Make sure you get that cock nice and wet."
I did as he commanded. My saliva was beginning to pool in my mouth, and I painted his cock with my saliva, using only my tongue. I did this for a couple of minutes, before he slid it from my mouth, and stepped away. His cock was glistening with my spit.
"I would say that's pretty darn wet there." he said.
I responded with a smile, then waited for him to reinsert it into my mouth, but he instead started to circle around the table until he was out of my line of site. I felt his rough hand start to run up my spine, sending shivers throughout my body, raising goose bumps on my forearms. He ran the back of his fingers around my hairless ass cheeks, then grabbed a handful of my right cheek.
"Nice ass you got here boy." he said, then gently smacked the left, which caused my body to tremble. "I hope you like this as much as I will."
He moved his fingers away from my cheeks, and started to trace them along my spread open crack, grazing his finger nails across my completely exposed asshole. This is the first time anyone has ever even been this close to my asshole, let alone touch it. He replaced his teasing fingers with something that felt like a wet, cold icicle. My hips bucked against the board that was in font of my thighs, preventing me from moving away from my intruder. The frame rattled as my hips jerked but to no avail. I felt the head of his cold member press against it's target. I was gritting my teeth and breathing through them. He continued his advance, applying more and more pressure to my entrance, and before I knew it, the head of his cock slid past my clenching hole.
"Ow ow, stop!" I said through labored breaths.
He did not respond, but he did stop pressing into me, letting the end of his cock sit at the entrance of my colon. The pain was like a hot piece of metal that was burning its way through me. He raked his nails across my cheeks as he allowed me to adjust to the foreign object sitting in my hole. He would apply more pressure every couple of seconds then stop for me to relax. A few more times of this cycle, I felt his waist resting against my upturned ass and I knew at that moment that he was completely inside of me. The pain was still present, but the feeling of my ass being full was quickly overtaking the burning sensation. He started to withdraw at a quicker pace and I could feel every inch of his cock drag against my virgin hole, then he slid it back into me at a slightly quicker pace this time. I noticed that the pain of his cock stretching me was quickly disappearing, and I was left with only the full feeling of his cock inside of me.
He was kneading my ass like bread dough as he gently pumped his cock in and out of my hole. I was no longer pushing myself against the boards that locked me down, but rather pushing back towards my invader, trying to match his pace as he started to pick up his pace.
"Yes....that's it. Keep working that ass back to me." his gravel voice said.
He was now pumping faster, smashing his hips into my ass while I worked my hips back towards him. I was nearly begging for more when I looked down and noticed that my own pitiful cock was rock hard, and precum was leaking from it like a faucet. He was now pounding himself into me. The sounds of human flesh slapping was filling the room, along with our heaving breathing.
"God your ass is so tight." he said, now grabbing below my hips for a better grip, then forcing himself harder into me.
"Don't stop, please....don't stop." I moaned.
He continued to hammer me, slapping my ass occasionally, which sent a tremor through my body, and no doubt, tightening my hole around his cock.
"Fuck, boy. You are the best they have ever had here." the cowboy said.
A sense of pride washed over me, and I tried to look back at him with a smile. I could feel the hot, pain sensation come back, but just not as intense. His cock was swelling, plumping, filling full of more blood, and I knew that he was close.
"Shit...shit boy. I'm gonna cum." he croaked.
I tightened down my hole, trying my hardest to milk his cock like never before. Then I felt it. A pleasant, warming sensation began to fill me from the inside out. The pressure of my bowels were increasing, undoubtedly from the waves of cum that were now filling every corner of my guts. I could feel his cock twitch wildly inside of me as he bucked behind me. His nails were digging into me causing sharp streams of pain to run down my legs, and I could feel the twitching inside of me begin to slow, then stop. He pivoted his hips away from me, allowing his giant cock to slip from my virgin hole. The warm sensation was now running down my leg, and I could see his cum start to pool on the table between my left knee, and the puddle of precum that I had deposited.
The man then appeared in front of me, his meat completely soft, but still impressively long.
"You mind cleaning me up while I button up my shirt? Don't wanna leave little white stains in my good jeans."
I shrugged my shoulders the best that I could with a playful smile.
"Thata boy." he said, sliding his arms into the holes of his shirt, then positioning himself at the front of my table. He picked it up to my mouth, to which I gladly opened. He sat it on my tongue and I could immediately taste his cum, mixed with I imagined was my ass juices. I slurped and sucked, cleaning his cock of our mess.
"Thank you, boy. I hope to see you `round here again." he said, before sliding his pants back on, then click clacking his way back towards the door.
Steve opened the door to the room, and held it for the cowboy. The exchanged a few words, a hearty laugh, then Steve walked into the room. He was smiling all the way over to me.
He crouched down.
"So, good news for you. The last client canceled on us so it was only two for you tonight."
I did not respond, only looked towards the table. "So that means you are all done with your shift. You clothes are on the couch behind you." He pulled out a key, and began unlocking my shackles. "And you can pick up your payment from Nate at the front desk." He unlocked the bar across my back. "We hope to see you here again, Reid." he said, stepping away from the table.
I entered the lobby to find that Nate was still sitting behind the desk. I walked up to the counter, then stood there looking at him.
"Good shift?" he asked.
I just responded with a blank stare.
"Wow. Must have been pretty damn good then. Here is your cash." He sat three $100 bills on the counter and I scooped them up. "We hope that you come back, Reid. The two clients couldn't stop talking about you."
I responded with a fake smile, then turned towards the door.
Once outside, the warm morning air hit me like a wall. I started down the sidewalk in front of the store fronts of all the closed businesses. Maria's Tacos was still pumping out mouth watering smells, but other than that, the world seemed to be still. Very few cars were making their way around town, no pedestrians. Just myself in the calm morning.
When I got back home, I decided to take a shower. I know that is where I get most of my thinking done, and I definitely had a lot to think about.
The warm water running down my back felt better than it ever had before. My my raced like a horse. I could not seem to wrap my head around what I had just experienced. I was just a fuck doll for two men. The mixture of emotions kept running through my head. I was pissed that I had been duped into it. I was sad to know that it happened, but more than anything, I was surprised. I was surprised that after the initial shock and horror had set in, I was surprised at how being stuffed with cock made me feel. A warm vibration settled in my stomach at the thought, and I could feel my cock begin to grow and stiffen.
I emerged from the shower, got dressed, then sat down at my computer.
I clicked on the `Compose Email' button.
Dear Steve,
Any openings for tonight?
Thank you for reading! I know that this one was a bit longer than my other stories, but I was just loving the idea of the situation that Reid had gotten himself into! If you want to drop me a line, feel free at shawn.raven.writer@gmail.com or please check out my Patreon! It is currently in the works, and I will be posting some of my other stories on there. patreon.com/ShawnRaven. Thank you again for reading!