Devil's Food Lounge and Live Entertainment
Author's Note:
This story contains scenes of non-consent, bondage and more. If this isn't of interest, i would stop reading now. This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and assumed of legal adult age.
I was seated on the bench in front of my spot in what the Boss called the prep. 23 other in shape men and I, all naked sat in this room prior to dinner service every night. We wore nothing except collars that were locked to a cable on the wall in our assigned bench spot. To be sure, this was no ordinary restaurant, this was "Devil's Food Lounge and Live Entertainment". A one of a kind experience marketed toward the rich and perverted.
Let me back up and give you a view of what the place looked like before I delve into how it worked. It was a very large building, blacked out from the outside with its own gated garage. Clients lucky enough to pass the application (the Boss' words) were allowed in and chose which half of the building they preferred upon entry - men or women. Each half stood identical in structure. There were three stories in each half. Each story consisted of a series of 8 foot cubic rooms arrayed in a U shape around a central entertainment stage. The rooms had a small table, digital menu tablet, comfortable bench seats and a sliding door made of one-way glass to allow the client to watch that night's stage entertainment in private. Each booth had a door in back for staff that was well concealed into the wall. Every level was this way, the higher levels provided more "rich" entertainment on stage and catered to the wealthier clients. Top floor clients also got first choice on menu items. Typical stage entertainment varies from garden variety strip shows to (on exclusive nights in the top tier) live sex.
I was assigned (forced) to work in the half that catered to clients whose interests were, of course, men.
The "lounge and live entertainment" portion was guaranteed by the unique menu displayed on the digital table. A client would pick up the menu and be greeted with images of excellent food and the "server" that delivered it. Examples: there were a couple of twinks whose dishes had an Asian theme, a Mexican "server" that came with fish tacos, African American servers that, well, one gets the idea. Clients ordered the dish and both food and the ordered server showed up in the booth through the hidden back door. The menu updated live to show what was currently available and gave an estimated wait time on occupied servers.
My personal spot on the menu was called "Corn Fed". It consisted of a large ribeye steak, a baked potato, corn on the cob and of course, me, the server. I got that dish on the menu because I was indeed corn fed. Brought up in the Midwest, standing 6'3, and 275 muscular pounds (50" chest, 20" arms and 38" waist). I was by far the largest, most muscular server at Devil's Food. Basic dinner service included food and oral sex.
Back to the aforementioned night. The Boss walked around the circle of us lined up and handed out The Pill to each of us. None of us knew what was in it only that it was a powerful aphrodisiac that made us all extremely horny for hours on end. In a few minutes we were all sporting wood.
Dinner service had just begun. As usual, the twinks got called up first (they were always popular). I got called up soon after. One of the Boss' minions unlocked my collar "You're up 47" (servers only had numbers, no names). I grabbed the tray with the familiar dinner on it and looked where I was to go. Top floor, room just to the left of center. I hesitated a bit and felt a shock on my neck that almost made me drop the food.
"Go on" growled the minion.
I got in the elevator and took it to the top, quickly finding the designated room. I entered quietly. My client was African American and focused intently on the entertainment on the stage (a well hung young man tied down and being plowed mercilessly by a machine). I set the plate down on the table next to him and startled him a bit.
"Oh, perfect timing" he said looking me over in the room's dim light "Your pictures don't do you justice."
"Thank you sir" I replied and hesitated again.
"Well, on your knees, you know what to do."
I didn't have a choice, any server who refused was castrated in front of the others and then disappeared.
I got down on my knees and undid his pants and zipper. He wasn't wearing underwear and his already hard, huge cock (at least 9") popped out and hit me in the face. He grunted as I heard him begin to cut into his steak.
I grabbed the base of his cock and held the head close to my lips. The Pill was having its effect. I was hornier than one can imagine and wanted to do anything to satisfy and be satisfied (the latter rarely happened during dinner service).
I opened my mouth and sealed my lips around the thick head of his member, my tongue on the sensitive spot on the underside. I sucked in hard as I forced myself down on the massive cock. I gagged a little as I found the point o couldn't take any more. Starting there I moved up and down on his dick as he ate, sucking hard. I was encouraged by pleasureful moans from him that made my own cock stiffen and jump. I went on for a few minutes before coming up for air. My chin and chest covered in my drool and his precum.
He finished his dinner and stood up in front of me. A large man with a huge cock. He grabbed my head with two hands and held me in place.
"My turn. Open wide whore!" He commanded.
I opened my mouth slowly, knowing what was coming. I didn't open fast enough and he pushed his cock past my lips and began fucking my face. I did my best to keep my lips sealed around him even as he made me gag.
"Fuck yeah whore, I am going to cum down your throat"
My cock throbbed when he said that (damn Pill made us servers extra submissive). He pushed my head deeper onto his cock and I felt his tip in my throat. He groaned loudly and I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum pour down my throat. I didn't even have to swallow, it was already deep inside me.
He roughly popped his cock out when he was done, leaving my gasping for air.
"You've got a real talent there whore." He said. "I will be seeing you again I am sure. You may leave now."
I nodded, and made my way back to the prep. The boss' minion laughed when he saw me, drool still all over my chin.
"Looks like someone had fun" he said as I was clipped back into place.
I usually served 2 people on average before dessert was offered. That night it was only the one. Dessert was an entirely different deal with more exotic offerings and further exploitation of the servers (no actual food was served for dessert). Many dessert courses were designed for multiple clients at once. Desserts were served in their own unique rooms, designed for all sorts of debauchery. The night in question I got called up for the "Frosted Red Velvet" dessert.
The Boss' minion led me to the Red Velvet room. Once inside, he forced me onto a bench that stuck my ass out behind my knees at a height that appeared convenient for many things. He proceeded to tie me down with restraints on my calves, thighs, forearms, and across my torso. I could hardly wiggle around. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and a large red ball gag inserted to hold my mouth open.
I thought that would be all. I was wrong. I felt a thin rope being tied around my testicles and cock (still hard from the Pill). My member felt more engorged as the rope prison constrained it.
The minion abruptly left the room. Drooling around the ball gag, I wondered what this would entail. I hadn't been served as part of this dessert before.
A few minutes later I heard the door open and a spotlight came on, highlighting my restrained figure in the center of the room. I couldn't see other than that change in light, but I heard what I believed to be four men talking.
"All right gentleman, let's see what we have here." I recognized that voice. It was the man who had shoved his cock down my throat earlier. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous.
"Looks like we have some instructions" he paused than read:
