My Favorite Night As A Bartender
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The Bartender by dale10
He was a twink; kind of skinny, small for his age, but with a spectacular ass and because of his slight stature, a dick bulge that looked huge in his jeans. He was not very smart. He was the kind of kid who because of his beauty, got lots of attention, especially in the gay bars, and especially from lonely older men who drool over young meat and have trouble keeping their hands off and their pricks in their pants. He glorified in the attention. Knowing the backgrounds of many boys like this, it was probably the most love and attention he ever got.
Later I would learn that he came from a broken abusive alcoholic family, and that the dropped out of high school. All he really had was his adorably cute face, his mop of dirty blond hair, his slender youthful look, that gorgeous bubble ass and that big dick. I mean, it sounds promising, but for one thing and one thing only! How far can that get you in life?
I run a gay bar, so I have seen lots of young male street meat like this. He was still pure, dancing and drinking and laughing a bit too loudly, sashaying through the bar, flirting with the leaking older men, allowing a slender hand to caress that cheek, to brush that ass. I’ve seen so many like that. Twenty-one, and all the world is nothing but a dance club and gay giggles night after night. But soon that would change. He would probably be hustling that ass within a year or two. I mean with no proper education and no desire to do real work, how would he keep himself in designer clothing? And he would get into drugs. Since this was inevitable, I decided to help him. As long as he was going to ruin himself, why not give him a hand and make some money and have some fun doing it?
When I say he was still pure, I am not implying that he had never sucked dick or had cock up his ass, I was simply observing that he was not yet a totally fucked up slut. I would help him become that. What I heard from the boys in the bar was that he had been with two guys, but in spite of his slutty cockteasing flirting, he was holding out for a ?real relationship of some intimacy and importance.? He was looking for a lover! Perfect. I set about to become that lover.
I have no trouble picking up cute boys. I am young middle aged, good enough looking, wealthy, and I have a huge dick that I know how to use. Being a gay bar owner, lots of boys end up in my bed at the end of a long night of drinking and pill popping. I set about destroying Jamie.
When I say destroying Jamie, I mean of course to strip him of the last vestiges of a normal boys’ life and turn him into a cock hungry fuck pig who will take any dick he can get as often as possible. A cum guzzling mentally fucked up dick slut who will commit any filthy, dirty obscene act he is told to do. A boy whom by the age of twenty-two, has an asshole that has been stretched into such a large cunt, that even a fist feels loose inside of it. Jamie’s verbal skills were never great. Oh he could ?gay chat? with the best of them, smiling, giggling and ?twinking it up? to beat the boys in the band. But he was of little use in any kind of conversation about anything of importance. I intended to take him to a place where his mouth hardly uttered a word at all, and except for eating, was only used to suck dick, lick balls, and eat out male ass!
And so I went to work. First I had some of the other bar boys introduce me. Of course Jamie was impressed. I mean I owned the most popular gay bar in the city, and his entire life centered around gay bars! He loved my expensive clothes and the gay crowd that hovered around me. I took him out for breakfast a few times after the bar closed. He loved my chauffeured limo, and it wasn’t long before I had the little fucker in my bed.
It was in my bed that I contrived to make a boy fall in love with me. I worked that beautiful young ass like there was no tomorrow. In fact, after the first night during which I FUCKED HIS BEAUTIFUL BOYCUNT THREE TIMES, he could not even walk. He kind of wobbled, legs apart, cum dripping from his ass, down his well formed slender legs. I started to fuck him regularly, three or four times a week, and then I allowed him to sit next to me at the bar. He felt like a king. He fell in love with me. After three weeks, during which he sucked my dick and got it up his ass several times a day, I suddenly stopped paying attention to him. That was to test the little cunt to see if he was ?ADDICTED? to me. He was. He was heels over head in love with me. He cried and hung on to me, begging me to be his ?boyfriend.?
When I fucked him again, he was in Heaven. Now, I started to play around a bit and got a bit rough. I would spank him. I started to pick out his clothing, really slutty and revealing things, that showed off his hot ass and big dick. He did, by the way, have a nice fat large dick. He was short, and looked about sixteen, even though he was twenty-one, and with his small frame, his eight incher looked enormous.
I arranged for friends to ?accept? Jamie into our ?inner circle.? They offered him pills to pop, and that got him into the right attitude.
I told Jamie, that he had to think of his future, and that I could see someday buying him a gay bar of his own to run. He fell even more deeply in love with me. I also told him he had to learn the business, so I wanted him to start out as a bartender.
I got him to clean up his looks, trim his hair a bit, and I sent him to bartender’s school. The little cunt wasn’t even very good at that. He was really only decent at having a dripping dick in his cute pouty mouth and one stretching his rectum. But he got through the school and made an okay bartender.
Actually, I need to amend that last statement. The guys at the bar, especially the older guys adored him as a bartender. They didn’t give a shit how badly the drinks were made, as long as Jamie served them and flirted while he did it. My bar became even more popular Jamie got his photo on the cover of the local gay bar rag.
It was about this time that I introduced the little slut to a three way. I arranged for one of the other bartenders, a hunky muscular dude with a fat prick to casually stop over at my place while I had my dick up Jamie’s ass. I invited the dude into our bed. Jamie was shocked at first, but stoned and drunk enough not to make a fuss, and soon he was sucking on my pal’s fuckmeat while I plowed his sweet baby ass.
After that, more and more dudes from my staff ?just stopped by? and ended up in bed with us. I wanted Jamie to be fucked by everyone. I wanted him to have dick up his cunt twenty hours a day, and we were on our way toward that goal. When he complained that he loved me and wanted me only, and didn’t like threeways, I told him I expected him to be nice to my friends, as they were family to me.
I then put the next part of my plan into action. I told Jamie, he needed to beef up his bartending a bit to help the bar. So I gave him a kind of dress code. Let me explain that I already had him totally bare assed around my condo all the time. I explained that I loved him so much, and he was so beautiful, he didn’t need clothing at my place. So he spend his days and nights at my place with his fat low hanging scrotum swinging and his dick on display. He made food, cleaned the place, watched tv, and just generally hung around totally bare assed. I told him I wanted him to answer the door naked. He balked at first, but I said if he loved me, he would do that for me. The kid’s mind was already getting so fucked up from pills, booze, and the lifestyle in general, he did pretty much whatever I told him to. So he would answer the door when friends arrived, totally nude. The guys I had over, were not shy about yanking on the kids cute young dick, squeezing his balls, or slapping his ass. He soon felt even more popular. I told him if he just listened to me, he would be the most popular kid in the city. He ate it up, along with my cum.
So, I told Jamie he needed a ?working costume? for when he tended bar. From now on, NO SHIRT. I wanted his fresh young titties on display.
He balked at this, and in fact, we had quite an argument. For two nights he was banned from my bed, and I fucked this cute little dark haired faggot who had been hanging around. But Jamie needed me. He needed the attention and the love and the cock.
He cried that he was ashamed because so many of the dudes at the bar went to the gym and were buff and muscular, and he was small and skinny. I stoked his soft cheeks and kissed him, and dribbled spit into his mouth, and explained to the little asswipe that it was because he was such a cute little twink that all the men loved him. I told him I didn’t want him all ripped and buff, and that I loved his slender little body.
That same night he started working with no shirt, and the guys went nuts, and I made more money than ever. He realized I was right and strutted behind the bar, sticking his tits out like Lady Gaga. The sweat ran from the fur in his armpits, and the gold necklace I bought him glistened along with the perspiration. I turned up the high intensity lights behind the bar, and the little slut glowed! He was the star of the place, and he loved it.
Thirty or forty guys a night offered him good money just to let them suck his dick. But he only wanted me. And I had him where I wanted him.
Next dress code idea. I bought Jamie a pair of ?work jeans.? These were skin tight, very worn jeans. I removed the button at the waist and the first two buttons down the front. This meant that when he wore them, the front of the jeans gaped to show his prick hair and even the very root of his dick. This was the way I wanted him to tend bar.
This was the first time that Jamie really protested that he felt humiliated and embarrassed. Yes, the glory of showing off, was turning now into humiliation. That was just what I wanted. I told him to trust me, and that night, he worked the bar wearing nothing but the open jeans and white high tops. Holy shit, was he a hit. Guys kept begging him to show them a little more cock. The jeans fit his ass like a tight glove fits a hand. And his entire dick lump thrust out in front, holding the open jeans up.
I insisted that the little cum dump take two Viagra before work, and that he pump up his dick in the back room before his shift started. This meant that he was hard pretty much all night. He was becoming more and more of a slut.
After a week or so of this, I told him I wanted him to try to keep his dick hard all night. If it went down, he should not feel embarrassed to reach down and rub it hard again. I told him the guys would love that. He had seen enough male strippers and lap dancers at bars to know what I meant. I fear, because of the pills we had him popping, his mixed drinks tasted pretty shitty, but nobody?except one white haired old coot who came only to get drunk, ever complained.
I was fucking up Jamie’s private life too. Well, by now he had no private life, but I mean his ?free time.? He would close the bar, and by the time he cleaned up re-stocked, it was three or four in the morning when he got home. I usually had something nice for him to eat (sometimes I took him out for an early breakfast), and then I fucked him really hard before he crashed and went to sleep. I had trained him to clean my dick with his mouth after I fucked him, so that he went to sleep with the taste of my dick and his ass in his mouth. By the tine he nodded off, it was usually nine or ten in the morning.
About two in the afternoon, I arranged for a buddy or two to stop by to throw a fuck into him. He begged me to let him rest, but I said it would be rude of me to deny my friends a chance to fuck the boy I loved, and besides, I wanted to show off a little by showing them what a great fuck he was. I have to admit, that these guys were not all buddies of mine, but often just customers or guys I met at the bar. I wanted Jamie fucked by everyone. I wanted him sucking everyone’s dick.
Between two and four, often two or three dudes would stop by to throw a fuck into the little slut’s ass. Then he would shower and clean up, and I would make long slow love to him, mostly to keep him dangling from my emotional chain. He did love me, I will say that for him. I fed him and got him high, and sent him off to work with the taste of my dick in his mouth once again.
This lasted for a few weeks, and then it was time to take him one step lower. First I insisted that the ?tight jeans? bit was wearing thin if you will pardon a pun, and that we needed something new to keep business good, so I told Jamie from now on, he would have to bartend wearing nothing but a jock strap. Bare foot, ass hanging out, totally naked except for a jock strap. This caused our biggest fight. He stayed away for almost a week. I actually hired another young dude before Jamie came sniffing back to my condo, red eyed, hungry, and lonely.
So he went to work in a jock strap. I picked out the jock strop. I made sire it was several sizes too small, (because of his tiny waist you see, lol.) And the kid’s dick and balls practically hung out all over the place. I also made sire the pouch was so worn that you could actually see the color of his dick head through the material.
I told Jamie he had to shave his balls really clean and could only have a tiny patch of prick hair, as it didn’t look hygienic behind the bar to have more. Also his asshole had to be cleanly shaven each day. I also reminded him to be careful of broken glass, as he had to prance around behind the bar on bare feet.
I worked for two days straight (well not quite straight) teaching him new behind the bar behavior. He was to prance, not walk. He was to wiggle his sweet young ass at the customers as he turned his back to make a drink. He was to lick his lips and shake his body at every guy, no matter what the age or looks. He was to keep his dick hard in the jock pouch, sticking out like he had a hammer in there. More Viagra and more drugs to keep him going.
He protested that his dick was leaking in the pouch and it could be seen through the jock material, all scummy and pre-cummy. I told him that was perfect and would make him even more popular.
I can’t tell you how popular my bar became. It was always popular, not now it was crazy. Older dudes would line up for a bar stool! I taught Jamie that when he turned his back, he should sometimes put one hand on an ass cheek and tug a bit, so show his asshole to the customers.
We put photos of him like this on our bar website. He was a true start. We even sold pictures of him to customers. He felt both good and bad about it. He loved the attention, but he knew he was becoming little more than a fuck animal.
Now, twice a month or so, I instituted after hours parties. At these parties, Jamie would be the center of attention. Often he was fucked eight or ten times, and he sucked ten to fifteen dicks. When he protested he couldn’t keep it up, I told him he was a star, and he could not let down his fans. It was the only stardom the poor dumb cunt would ever know.
Did I mention the injections? Oh yes. I started to have a doctor friend of mine give him injections in his nipples to make them more puffy and sensitive. Just the pink aureoles themselves and the nip tips. I didn’t want him to have girl tits, just pig nipples.
We also gave him injections to keep his dick swollen and his nut sack fuller and larger.
For variety, I now had him wearing nothing but a posing strap at work some night. And on Saturday nights, he wore only a tiny mesh posing strap, so his junk could be clearly seen, but we still were within the limits of the law.
Then I thought of ?Blow Job Fridays.? Each Friday night, the customers would all put their names into a large fishbowl. Jamie would draw one name, and the lucky customer would get a free blow job from Jamie. It was great because he had to suck strange dick, no matter to whom it belonged. Some of the guys who won were pretty gross, which suited me fine.
Blow Job Friday became Blow Job Wednesday and Friday. And then Blow Job Monday, Wednesday and Friday?and finally we did it every night.
Jamie’s mind was getting pretty fucked up by now. I would serve him a little something special to eat for his break during work. Usually some Chinese thing like Rice with chicken or something. Well, I started letting guys from the bar jerk off into Jamie’s food. Some customers would pay me a hundred dollars just to be able to jerk off into his dinner.
Jamie’s nipples were not really hot. Swollen and puffy, and pink and delicious looking. Customers offered huge amounts of money just to be able to suck on them for a few minutes. Dudes wanted to lick the sweat from his armpits. He felt loved, adored and wanted. He also felt pretty fucked up.
Our name drawing blow job bit had gone so well, I told Jamie he had to draw two names a night, every night, except he had to draw four names on Saturday. After the bar closed, he had to suck the dicks and lick the balls of the guys who names he had drawn.
Our after hours parties became weekly affairs, with Jamie getting fucked up the ass by ten or fifteen drunken horny dudes at every party. I saw no reason why we shouldn’t do that for a few hours every night after closing. It was at one of these parties that Jamie took his first fist up his now nicely stretched ass.
Other games we played during this time, involved Jamie shoving a beer bottle up his ass while bartending. The guys loved that. Some guys wanted to drink a beer after the bottle had been shoved up his ass.
I had also started pissing on the boy, and by now he was able to gargle and swallow my piss without puking or getting sick or anything. So I started to allow staff members and certain select customers to piss into Jamie’s mouth. Of course he protested, but more pills, more threats, and a bit more crying, and he guzzled piss just fine.
Of course at the after hours parties, Jamie was totally bare assed. We had him pole dance and dance on the bar. Guys were allowed to fondle him to their hearts content. I instructed Jamie that if any dude wanted to shove a finger or four up his cunt, he had to bend over, spread and comply.
It was during the third month of our games with Jamie, that one of my good buddies suggested that Jamie be fucked by a dog. I thought it was a grand idea, and created a special party for the occasion with a cover charge of one hundred dollars. We got the slut nice and drugged up, paraded him around naked, with guys pumping his fat dick until it was leaking strings of pre-cum and fingering his ass until it was open and juicy. Dudes also sucked on his fat nipples until he was almost crazy with desire.
Then we introduced him to his new boyfriend?a big black lab with the ugliest pink and black spotted prick you have ever seen. This dog had been trained to fuck humans. Jamie cried pretty hard and begged me not to make him do it, but we soon got him on his hands and knees, and we had the dog up on his back, canine pizzle fucking roughly into the boy’s rectum. Dog knot connected with boycunt, and Jamie and the beast were locked together for twenty minutes. We used the time to fuck the kid’s crying face.
After the dog was able to pull out, we had Jamie squat on the bar and shit the dog cum out of his ass. Then I ordered him to lick it up. He had no resistance left, and lapped up the animal spooge just fine. After a brief rest, we had the kid suck the dog’s dick and lick it’s balls and asshole. That gave the party guests an idea, and Jamie had to crawl down a line of forty guest and lick and suck each of their assholes.
It was such a hit, we decided to do it every Saturday.
Jamie was not much good behind the bar any more. He was too whacked out, and cum kept leaking out of his ass and his dick kept dripping. So, I got a new young bartender, and we moved Jamie into a utility closet that we fitted out with pink paint and a bright light. He spent his work hours there, sucking the dicks of any dudes who wanted it and licking and sucking balls and assholes. Of course you had to know the owner of the bar and have a special pass to be able to sample Jamie’s charms. But I was not stingy with the passes. No sir! Most night Jamie would suck forty or fifty dicks and as many assholes. From sucking all that dick, his voice was now permanently hoarse, and it sounded real sexy. His mouth had developed a kind of permanent pout and his lips were swollen and real cute. Because Jamie’s mouth got so dry from sucking all that dick and ass, we always had a big pitcher of fresh piss for him to drink when he was thirsty.
Jamie had to keep a wine bottle up his ass while he sucked dick and ass, just so no one was tempted to fuck his hole. Not that many dudes wanted to any more. His asshole was so stretched he couldn’t even keep his shit in. He was getting fucked by four or five dogs every Saturday at our Doggie show.
I couldn’t very well, have Jamie at my nice condo, he would stink it up, and besides, I had a new nineteen year old in my bed. So we let him sleep at the bar in the utility closet on the floor.
One day, he was gone. He just disappeared. I have no idea where. But he sure was fun while he lasted. A part of me hopes he is doing well, and another part of me hopes he is totally ruined. This new dark haired kid, Alex is coming along nicely. He loves all the attention!
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