The Right Price

Chapter 2: Well...Maybe Not Cheap

"Cory I need you to get back inside and clean the fucking tables off!" Tyler shouted as he stepped outside into the area where the employees often went to smoke, take breaks and where the trash was piled. "We've got a table of- Jesus fucking Christ Cory!" Tyler was a little shocked to see Steph, one of the waitresses on her knees servicing Cory.

"Shit!" They both fumbled and clambered in an attempt to erase the scene. "I'll be right in." Cory buckled his belt back and Steph wiped her knees.

"Cory, Steph. Just get inside. And next time, find a better hiding spot." He told them as the three headed back inside. Tyler didn't want to be a hypocrite so he didn't tell them not to do what it all together. Tyler couldn't count on six hands how many times he and Beau had come back here to suck or fuck.

"Yes sir." They both said.

"And don't call me sir, I'm 26." They both nodded and apologized again.

It was turning out to be a busy Tuesday night at Jacks Steakhouse. One of the countless events in Austin had drummed up business for all the restaurants on South Lamar. Tyler rounded the corner and grabbed some plates one of the servers had sat down and forgotten.

"Bailey, can you go tell the cooks to hurry up with table 7's chicken parm?" Bailey nodded and off he went. Tyler got to the bar and grabbed the wines and martinis for table 13. He walked as quickly and safely as possible.

"And here we go ma'am, your Malbec." He placed it down and she thanked him. "Your Bombay Martini, and your Chardonay." The drinks placed, and the guests now listing off their orders Tyler tried his hardest to concentrate, but he could feel the loads Beau had given him earlier in the day start to settle at his back door. The memory of how Beau had fucked 4 loads so deep into him he swore he could taste it came flooding back as he wrote down that the lady of the table wanted no beans in her southwest salad.

Beau had stayed over last night and woken Tyler up by eating his already used hole, lubing it back up to be used again. He had slid it in right as Tyler woke up and was not gentle about it. He began pounding away, deep and hard. Just the way Tyler liked to be woken up.

"I'm so fucking horny, can you come over again tonight?" He whispered to Beau as he approached the POS by the bar to put his tables order in.

"Sorry, can't sisters coming into town tonight remember?" Beau leaned over the bar and took Tylers order booklet.

"Fuck I forgot. I gotta work all your morning shifts this week too, shit!" Tyler kicked himself inside over forgetting. Tyler took his booklet back.

"Maybe we can sneak off for a quicky though. You've still got my cum in you right? Already lubed up." He said cockily.

"Funny, look around. I've got a full section, Bethany is out sick, Steph was just outside blowing Cory, and Jacob is Jacob." Tyler put in another order he had forgotten to and put a rush on it.

"Should have called in Skylar."

"They just had eye surgery."

"Helen Keller was a waitress."

"No she wasn't."

"She wasn't?"

"No, she like invented braille or some shit." Tyler printed out checks for a few of his tables and entered the tips in for some others while he talked with Beau.

"Helen Keller didn't exist." Steph approached. "Hey, do you have a minute to do a firefighter discount for table 2?" She asked.

"Where's Bailey? He's the shift manager right now."

"Don't know, can't find him." She shrugged.

"Fucking - yes, give me a minute. I have to go, meet me in my car before you leave tonight." He said to Beau as he ran off to help run food from the kitchen.

The rush had subsided and the sun was just going down. Tyler was lowering the blinds to protect from the beautiful, yet blinding, sunset when Bailey approached.

"Hey, just sat you. Table 9, he asked for you specifically."

"Thanks, I'll be right there." He finished his task and walked over.

Him.

Tyler would recognize the dark curls, the broad shoulders, and that scent anywhere.

"Hi, welcome to Jacks Steakhouse. My name is Tyler, I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you started with anything to drink. Tea, perhaps a beer?" He recited the script, attempting to play it cool.

"Actually I'd like some juice I think." Clark said in his deep and thick Texas accent. "Last time I was here, you served me some juice from a particularly ripe and plump peach I think. It was amazing. I'd like some more." He grinned wickedly; innuendo heavy in his tone. He was referring to the bathroom of the Funny

Bar

where he'd fingered him and sucked his fingers afterwards.

"Sorry, we're fresh out." Tyler responded as professional as possible.

"A shame."

"I'm sure." Tyler cleared his throat and straightened his back. "So what can I get for you sir."

"I like when you call me that, but I didn't come here for food." Tyler almost cringed at that winning line.

"Then why are you here?" He asked, though he had an inkling. It was a tad creepy; Clark had followed him to the comedy club, into the bathroom and was now back here. It had been almost a week since their encounter. If Clark wasn't so handsome (and such a good tipper), Tyler would taze him and call the cops.

"You never called me." Clark pulled out his phone. "I want your number."

"I have a boyfriend." Tyler lied.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"Oh, so then you're lying in all of your sets." Clark leaned back and crossed his arms over his big, broad, tantalizing chest. Clark wasn't in a suit today. He wore a tight, form fitting blue t-shirt and black jeans. Tyler was so horny, he couldn't help but picture Clark naked, remembering the weight and girth of his cock. "I looked you up online, found some of your videos on your socials. Like I told you, you're fucking hilarious."

"Thanks." Tyler said slowly.

"So the boyfriend is either new, or you just don't wanna give me your number." Clark turned on his charm, flashing that grin and letting his eyes twinkle at Tyler.

"You know, I think I finally understand the whole 'men just can't take no for an answer' thing women are always talking about."

"I could, if you actually meant it." He chuckled.

"I do." Tyler argued.

"No you don't"

"Yes I do, how do you know I don't. Can you read minds or something."

"Because you haven't stopped staring at my cock since you greeted me." He lowered one of his hands slowly, and discreetly to grope his crotch and rub his cock which he had positioned on his thigh. Through the jeans, Tyler could see how large it was. It had to be nine inches, and oh

god

did it look girthy and tasty. Even through the pants.

"If you aren't going to order, you'll have to leave sir." Tyler refused to let him win.

"Oooh," Clark huffed. "call me that again." He slid his phone closer to Tyler.

"Sorry...sir..." Tyler said slowly. "but like I said, you'll need to order if you want to stay." He glanced once more down to Clarks dick and had to fight not to snatch the phone and put his number in it.

"Fine," He said standing. "guess I'll be leaving then. Sure I can't get your number?" He asked, looking down to Tyler, one more time. He got close, so close Tyler could feel the heat radiate off of him. His scent making his skin prickle and his own cock want to respond. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I've got yours; I'll call if I want." Tyler looked into Clarks eyes. He smirked back and let out a low breath. His breath smelled seductive. Clark lipped his thick, full lips.

"Why don't you just come with me now? Let me take you out."

"I have to work, we're short staffed." Tyler almost wanted to go with Clark. He was charming, persistent, but charming. And so fuck hot. Tylers hole quivered at the thought of letting Clarks cock penetrate him.

"Then I hope to hear from you soon." He said and walked away. Tyler quickly made his way to the bathroom to calm himself and hide his slowly growing erection.

"Fuck." Tyler breathed out slowly. He thought ugly thoughts like dead puppies and vomiting babies to cool off and splashed some cold water on his face. After composing himself and taking in another calming breath he left the bathroom and almost immediately ran into Bailey.

"Oh, Tyler!" He said. "I was just looking for you."

"Why? What's wrong? Another table?"

"Uh no actually, you're cut."

"Cut? Why? That'll only leave you with two servers and one of them is Jacob."

"I know."

"One of them is Jacob." Tyler repeated.

"Right, but I can take tables if we get busy again."

"Why cut me and not someone else?" Tyler crossed his arms. "And you hate taking tables."

"You were first in, and fine. I'll make Beau take tables." Tyler looked Bailey up and down.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing." Bailey got read in his face. Tyler raised a brow and gave him a stern look. "Okay, fine. A very stern and generous patron asked if I would send you home. He didn't say why." That fucking asshole.

"Wait right here." He told Bailey and stormed out of the hall and into the dining room, looking for Clark. He was nowhere to be found so he went outside. Looking around the parking lot, he spotted him not far from the door. "You're really persistent you know. Which some I guess would find charming or something. But it honestly crossed over into creep territory when you had my boss cut me so I could go with you wherever it is you wanna take me." Tyler walked right up to him; he was leaning against his car. A very expensive looking blue car. "Are you like Dexter or something? Am I about to be chopped up and put into a bag, dropped in the river?"

"That wasn't my plan. I planned on giving you a really nice burial actually." Clark joked.

"Funny, will I have a nice view?"

"Do you want one?"

"What do you want from me?" Tyler asked him, getting in his face, or trying to. He was too fucking tall. He tried to act masculine and tough, but Tyler didn't think it was believable. Clark smirked and grabbed one of Tylers' hands and quickly moved it to his still rock hard, engorged dick.

"I wanna take you on a date." Tyler almost melted from the feeling of Clarks cock in his hand. It was warm - no - it was hot. It almost seared his palm in the most positive way. "Technically we already are, you're pretty expensive. 3 grand to buy your freedom, I figure that at least gets me a drink."

"Three grand?" Tyler snapped back to rationality. "Who'd you pay three thousand dollars to."

"Your manager. He said he needed you on shift, so I E-Cashed him money until he said you could go."

"What the fuck." Tyler was annoyed and angered. Bailey had mentioned nothing of money, and he also now felt like some cheap whore. Well...maybe not cheap. And this technically made Bailey, Bailey of all people, his pimp. "I'm gonna kill him, and I might kill you too."

"I don't think you will." He looked down to Tylers' hand, still groping his crotch of his own free will. "Or at least I hope you won't."

"I-" Tyler was stunned, he didn't know what to say.

"Go inside and get your stuff, I know a great place to take you." Tyler didn't want to, but he also didn't

not

want to.

"I..." Tyler contemplated. Go with super handsome, huge cocked, tall man who obviously had a thing for him, or. Stay here and go home smelling like steak and cheese sticks?

"I'll wait her for you." Tyler didn't need to answer he supposed. He turned around without a word and went back inside.

"Where's Bailey?" He asked the host.

"Office." They responded lazily, preoccupied with their phone.

Tyler went back to office and opened the door.

"Three thousand dollars?" He crossed his arms.

"Tyler. I told you; you could go home." Bailey started to sweat and stuttered the end of the sentence.

"Three thousand?" He tapped a foot. "What are you, my pimp? What's my cut? Ten percent? Fifteen?" He asked impatiently as he went over to the shelves where they kept their things.

"Half?" Tyler gave Bailey a look. "What does it matter, you're going with him aren't you?"

"Not the point Bailey. I'm not a prostitute."

"I didn't promise him sex, just that I'd cut you."

"You're giving it back." Tyler told him as he put his wallet in his pocket and put his backpack over his shoulder.

"Fuck you I am." He balked.

"You'll give it back to Clark, or you'll give it to the other servers who now have to do all my side work, and take my tables since I'm leaving." Tyler walked back to the door. "Or I'll tell Annette."

"You wouldn't."

"Test me."

"What if I give you two thousand and I keep the rest."

"You'd be a great pimp, truly Bailey. Give them the fucking money." Tyler threatened.

"Even Jacob?"

"Yes." Tyler groaned. "Even Jacob."

"Fine." Tyler smiled and slammed the door.

Tyler and Clark were sitting on a rooftop bar overlooking the city and the river. It was a gorgeous view. He looked down to the South Congress Bridge, bustling with the night traffic. People were on runs, or biking. Some were just standing, looking over the railing at the view.

"The view is beautiful." Tyler commented. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Clark was staring at him.

"Yes it is." He took a sip of his drink.

"Oh god," Tyler rolled his eyes and turned to face Clark. "does that line usually work?"

"No. But I also don't bring people here." He leaned back and propped his root up on his knee.

"Sure you don't." Tyler took a sip of his drink and nibbled on a chip dipped in some weird and disgusting dip. He fought the urge to spit it out.

"Gross isn't it." Clark chuckled noticing the repulsed face Tyler must have made.

"Yes. Why did you order this." He laughed as he spat it into his napkin.

"To see your face when you ate it."

"Dick." They laughed. "So..." Tyler started. "why?" He asked.

"Why?" Clark raised an eyebrow at the question.

"Yeah, why?" Tyler repeated. "Why bring me here. Why hunt me down? And how did you find me at the

Funny Bar

?"

"Because it's a nice place, I didn't hunt you down, I went back to your place of work. Where I hoped you be. And, as far as the bar, I heard you tell the other waitress that you'd be there. So I ditched my friends and went there to wait for you." He explained.

"But why? Why do all that?" Tyler was skeptical. He was either about to get a sugar daddy, or be trafficked. Both were strange options considering his physical appearance. Tyler doubted many human traffickers wanted chubby gay guys who made dick jokes on stage and worked at a restaurant for a living.

"Why not." Clark stated in response. Tyler looked him up and down. Really looking him over this time, trying to get a read, a feeling, pick up on some kind of energy. He didn't sense danger. He didn't sense much of anything other than confidence and money. He obviously had plenty to spare. He had looked into the business from the business card.

It was a multi-billion-dollar property development company. It was a national company with headquarters in almost every major city in the US. Clark wasn't listed on the website anywhere, but between the card and money he flashed Tyler assumed he must be extremely wealthy. Probably owned the building the restaurant they were sitting in, was in. Or at least his company did.

"You're hot, you're funny. Why wouldn't I ask you out?" Clark repeated when Tyler didn't respond.

"You didn't know I was funny at the restaurant though." He said.

"But I knew you were hot."

"Ha. Yeah, I'm sure I almost made your cock explode from the second I sauntered over to your table." Tyler deflected with comedy. It was his go to. Men weren't really breaking down his door to ask him out, let alone stalking him across the city to do so.

"Not explode, but I did get rock hard watching you walk away." Clark leaned over the table and lowered his voice. "The second you walked away I started picturing bending you over and sliding my tongue in and out until you were nice and wet, begging for my cock. I imagined what it would be like to pin you down and fuck you until you couldn't walk and your stomach was swollen from my seed. Wondering what you would look like waddling while you're pregnant with my kids. Then I imagined fucking senseless again." Clark reached under the table and grabbed Tylers now engorged cock.

"Huh." Tyler drew in a sharp breath and gulped. Clark gently squeezed. "Oh, god." Tyler moaned as he grabbed the sides of the table. It shook. Clark chuckled deeply.

"I've gotta piss. Be right back." Is what Clark said to Tyler as he released him and got up, walking away. But Tyler heard what he really said. He waited a moment, then tucked his boner to the side. He got up a followed Clark to the bathroom.

It smelled clean. Not like bleach, cleaner than bleach. There was no attendant like he'd expected for a swanky place like this. There were four stalls and three urinals. He went to the far one and opened the door.

Clark was there, pants already open. His large cock fully erect and waiting. He was leaning against the wall and grasping the handlebar.

"On your knees." Is all he said and Tyler immediately responded. Locking the door he quickly met Clark, falling to his knees. Before he could open his mouth to swallow Clarks uncut cock, Clark grabbed his chin and made him look up at him. "I'm not going easy on you. Understand?" Tyler didn't say anything, he merely nodded. "Good, open your mouth." He commanded. Tyler did as he was told. He slowly spit into Tylers mouth. "Start" He growled.

And he did. Clark let him set the pace at first, letting him get used to his length and girth. Tyler had been right earlier. Clark had to be at least nine inches long and probably seven around. It was almost ridiculously, comically big. Tyler danced his tongue around the cockhead, under the foreskin. Taking in the delicious scent and flavor. It was manly, musky. With a hit of body wash.

Tyler struggled to get farther down on the engorged weapon. He had never had a gag reflex, but he'd also never sucked a cock this big. He fought back tears and gagging as he made his way down. He bobbed up and down, stretching his throat open for Clarks member. He grabbed his balls and started to massage them as Clark moaned in pleasure. His knees shook a little and his hips bucked, forcing his cock deeper into Tylers throat. It was stretched as far as it could possible go, Tyler thought. He coughed on Clarks dick and his throat tightened.

"Oh fuck." Clark moaned then his hands clasped both sides of Tylers head and he took control. He held Tyler still as he started to furiously face-fuck him. He pierced deeper and deeper with each thrust into his tight throat. "Fuuuuck." He moaned more, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Ohhhh..." Tyler held back the urge to come up for air as Clarks relentless thrusts forced more and more air out of his lungs. He gagged again, hi throat contracting. He could feel saliva shoot out of his nostrils as Clarks cock throbbed in his throat. He pushed in hard, forcing Tyler all the way down to the base. "Oh, fuck yeah. Hold it there." The scent of Clarks thick pubes drove Tyler into euphoric bliss. He loved this man's scent.

Clark held him there, and Tyler tried to stay down longer but he needed air. His vision started to blur; his head started floating. Tyler tried pulling up out of reflex, but Clark would not release him. He could feel his cock expanding in Tylers' throat. It turned him on beyond anything had before. Tyler pushed on the wall and fought out of Clarks grip.

Tyler gasped for air and nearly fell onto his back as he withdrew from Clarks groin.

"Fuuuuck." Clark groaned in ecstasy, he continued to jerk himself off as Tyler gasped for air. "That's enough, get back on that shit." Before Tyler could protest, Clark grabbed the back of his head and shoved him back down on his dick. Tyler just managed to take a deep gulp of air before he swallowed the huge monster staring at him.