The Cumin Bistro

Thank you for reading the first chapter, and for being here for the second one! The first chapter was kind of a foundation of the world, and of the story, but this time things will actually start happening. There will be sex scenes, and you will able to get a sense of how the story will unfold in the future :) I hope you will enjoy it!

PS: The main character will probably stay nameless :)

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Daily routine

I knew that I made a mistake. When I got into Oliver's car, and told him that I chose Dylan and Mike, he asked me:

"That skinny kid? Why not the other brawny one?"

"Unfortunately Dylan's sperm was tastier." I lied. This was the first in a very long time. "And I think he is more handsome."

"Well, you are the faggot, you know it better. But I hope you also know that, if you made a mistake there will be consequences."

I knew that very much. One time, I was tired, careless (I got fucked quite roughly the day before), and I cooked a meal in a wrong way, and there were some complaints. I spent the next night on the ground, tied to the toilet, completely naked, with a giant dildo in my ass with the thickness of my fist. And of course, when he wanted to pee, he used my mouth as a urinal. Oh yes... I forgot to mention, that peeing on or in me was the biggest punishment for me. I hate the smell, the taste, I am disgusted, and when he did that, it was like hell. I was able to get used to and bear everything else, but not this. Obviously he quickly learned this, so now he uses this method only as a punishment.

The next day, my job was to train the newcomers. Of course Oliver introduced himself properly to Mike and Dylan, but I was the one who explained everything to them. Mike was chosen as a fresher, obviously, because of his muscular body and the size of his penis. Dylan got his place in the catalogue.

Mike's training was the most important. Since he will "perform" in front of people, he needed get through some extra checks. As the manager of the restaurant, and the most skillful milker, this was my responsibility as well.

In every fresh room, there is a secret hidden door, which leads to the dressing rooms, so they don't have to walk through the whole restaurant naked. I asked him to take off his clothes, and I showed the way to the newest fresh room. They were not allowed to cum the day before, so Mike was not able to have sex with his girlfriend. As a producer who is addicted to sex, this must have been quite a challenge.

When we got into the room, I explained to him that usually the guest can book the room for hour-long sessions. During this period, he had to cum 4-5 times, depending on the quantity of his sperm and the ordered food. As a fresher producer, their daily ejaculation time is around 30-35. For a catalogue one this can go up to 50-60 times a day.

There were two kinds of guests. The first ones, which are more rare, like to watch the producers being milked. There is a giant table in the room, where they have to be on all fours. The milker uses his hands with some lube, to collect the pre-cum and then eventually the actual semen, which the cook will use for the food. Of course neither the milker nor the producer can talk. The biggest noise which can leave the producer's body is some mild moans during the ejaculation.

(We had a producer, who was continuously moaning while I was jerking him off, and he was not able to change this behaviour. We had to fire him unfortunately.)

Collecting the cum and the pre-cum to the specified vial is the milker's responsibility.

The other type of guests are not interested in the milking "ritual". That is why there is a bed (something similar to the one in women's clinics), and the producer has to sit in this. There is an extremely thin pipe, which will control the flow of sperm liquids into the correct vials.

It is very important that the producer and the milker get used to each other. So after the necessary tests, I will introduce Mike to his milker, so they can practise during the rest of the day.

While Mike was trying the milking chair, he allowed a small "joke" for himself.

"Want to suck my giant dick? I could fuck you as well. I haven't fucked anything in a day, my balls are so full. I am horny as shit, man."

Obviously I said nothing, as I was a professional, and I was owned by my Master, Oliver.

If a producer won't ejaculate for a day, their body will store up an incredible amount of semen. They will ejaculate spontaneously after like 30 hours. But in this case it is extremely important, we have to see the exact amount of sperm their body produces, and this is the best time to examine it as well.

So I milked Mike, which didn't take like 2 minutes. He was swearing that he can hold it longer, but it is almost impossible for producers to hold it, after not cumming for more than 24 hours. This 2 minutes by the way was also almost a record. Most of the time, when I touch them, they instantly cum.

I milked him on the table as well, which took around 5 minutes. Producers can more or less control when they are cumming. This is kinda important in the fresh rooms, because if the "show" is too long or too short, the guest will be disappointed.

Mike had just the perfect amount of cum, and its quality was also perfect. I milked him 3 times more, trying to tell him when to cum. He also did okay.

So finally I introduced him to Davis, his assigned milker, and left them to practise, and to meet Dylan.

My heart was pounding fast.

Men in the catalogue masturbated for themselves. Everybody has their own tiny room, which is mostly empty. These rooms had a not-really-comfortable chair, small vials on a small desk, some water, and some necessary cleaning supplies. And a hole on the wall, where one can put the filled vials of sperm and pre-cum.

I watched Dylan taking his clothes off. We both felt a bit awkward. Once he was standing there fully naked, he was almost unable to look in my eyes.

I showed him the room, and explained to him what he has to do starting from tomorrow, on a daily basis. I asked him to masturbate in front of me. He was a bit clumsy, and he told me that he was quite nervous, since he never masturbated in front of other people. But he was trying and he managed to come, with quite a nice amount of sperm. He must also had been quite horny, and he looked relieved, once he came, although he didn't mention it.

"I have to ask some questions about your personal profile" This was just partially true, but I was dying of curiosity. "If I understand it correctly, you are a virgin, am I right?"

"Yes..." He answered quietly, looking everywhere else but me.

"So you have never even experienced oral sex? I mean, nobody has ever given you a blowjob?"

"No, not yet."

"Okay, I understand. This can mean a plus when the guests look at your profile, so they will be able to see this information, and you will get some extra compensation for this. Of course, we will never ask you to stay in this state. We will only ask, if your status of virginity changes, even if just orally, please notify us."

Oliver eventually bought the whole boulding above the restaurant. He made some modifications, and now there are some small flats, where the employees could live in case of need. He never asked for money in exchange, but there was a criteria in the contract, that they had to spend at least a specific amount of time working in the restaurant (or other ones, if he opens a new one). Dylan moved into one of these flats, so he had to work for at least 2 years at the Bistro. We were able to fire him though, in case of some rule breaking.

Oliver and I lived on the top floor, which was one, quite big apartment.

Some dark clouds are coming

The next day I visited Dylan quite often. He was performing quite exceptionally. Sometimes I looked at him for minutes, while he was masturbating persistently, and shooting his cum into a vial. I had a lot of forbidden thoughts. Like, I would like to be the one who jerks him off. Or I would like to drink the cum out of his vials to the last drop. I wanted to stop thinking about him, and banish all these thoughts, but it was almost impossible. I was thinking about him all day. Even when I was serving Oliver.

And that night everything changed, since two very important things happened.

Oliver was late, he only got home around midnight. This was quite unusual, since he walks through the door right after closing the restaurant. When he walked in filled with rage, he shut the door, and the walls were shaking. I asked him full of fear what had happened. I didn't want to make him angrier, and I knew I would go to sleep with my throat and ass hurting like hell.

"THEY FUCKED HIM!" he shouted "SOMEBODY FUCKED COLIN, THAT IS WHAT HAPPENED!"

"What?" - I was talking without thinking.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? SOMEBODY FUCKED OUR BEST CUMFACTORY! IT IS OVER."

"But... But..." I was unable to find the words.

"CAN YOU IMAGINE, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT, HOW MUCH THIS WILL COST ME?"

I was not able to answer this question. I mean I knew exactly. This will cost us a lot of money. Colin was my favourite fresher. He was the perfect man. He was one of the most handsome men out there, blessed with a perfect body, he was very kind, and well... His cum was extremely delicious, he produced a lot of it. All of these traits earned us an incredible amount of money, almost 10% of the income.

Oliver was walking up and down in the living room. He opened a bottle of beer from the fridge, and sat on the couch.

"And how did this happen?" I asked. I was not able to get over the fact that this happened to Colin. Oliver closed his eyes, and sighed a huge, like he was praying for patience.

"How about you use your fucking mouth for something more meaningful?"

I kneeled between his legs, and I tried to unbuckle his belt, but my hands were shaking, from fear and stress. After like half a minute, he threw the beer bottle away, which broke into a thousand pieces, and then I got the first slap, which made me fall to the ground. I figured it out he already had quite a big amount of alcohol.

"Seriously? You can't even handle my belt? You are not even good enough for this? This why I have you, you fucking fag?"

He stood up, undid his belt, pushed down his pants and underwear, and sat back to the couch. He reached out and held my head.

"Start sucking already, you filthy cunt!" and he pushed my head on his soft dick. "You are a fucking faggot, just do this one thing right already, you fucking cocksucker."

I started sucking him as he layed back on the couch. He was still very angry, his legs were jumping up and down, and buried his face into his hands. His dick got stiff quite soon, and reached its full length. Without any notice, he pushed my head down with great force, and his dick went straight into my throat.

"To the base, you whore!"

This surprised me, and I started gagging. I pulled my head up, but my teeth touched his dick.

This was a giant mistake.

Oliver held my head by my hair again. He leaned close to my face, and started speaking in a tone, which I've never heard before.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday, what would happen, if your teeth touched my dick again? And what happened now? Your teeth touched my dick. And you were gagging. Like a fucking beginner. I thought you were a professional cocksucker. Whose purpose is to suck dicks. Looks like I was wrong. But okay. If you need a tutor, you will get it."

And then I got my second slap, which made me fall again. He stood up and walked into the bedroom.

"If you move even an inch, you will get the hell out of here for good after I finished fucking you." And then I heard as he was looking for something, and mumbling quietly. "And I should teach him, after everything I have done for him. But okay, let it be. You will learn what to do, for good, you fucking little faggot."

When he came back, I was still lying there. He sat on me, pulled my arms behind my back, and put a handcuff on me, painfully tight. Then he put handcuffs on my legs as well. He lifted me up, and threw me on the couch. Leaned next to my face, and:

"Alright, try to touch my dick again with your fucking teeth with these on, you cumeating little shit."

And while saying that, he put a special gag in my mouth, which made me unable to close it. It had a circle shaped hole, which was slightly bigger than the thickness of his cock, and it made it impossible to touch his dick with my teeth. I was unable to move, unable to do anything. I was just lying there, with my eyes wide open, watching his dick getting closer and closer, then watching his testicles getting closer, and finally, his testicles resting on my eyes and nose. I was able to feel it as his giant dick made my throat expand by each inch, feeling his cock's 2 inch diameter. Then he started to move rhythmically, and his giant hanging testicles were slapping my nose and eyes. He rested deep inside my throat quite often. For 10-15 seconds. I was trying to move, trying to get some air, but he didn't let me.

"You know, I was thinking during the afternoon about having a romantic night. I know that you like to suck my dick, when I am not violent, so I swallowed a blocking pill."

Blocking pills can delay the moment of cuming by quite a big amount of time. These pills are expensive, but sometimes Oliver buys one. There are more chill evenings, where I can usually suck him for hours without him coming, but his orgasm will be longer than a minute once it happens.

"But now, I realise there is no more romantic evening, than you choking from my dick for hours."

And this was the perfect description of our night. He was fucking my throat for more than an hour. But there was no stopping. Once he slid his dick out of my mouth for good, I was just lying there, not really feeling my head anymore.

"Oh, I hope you are not thinking that this was the end of the night."

He turned me on my stomach, stood behind me, and pushed his dick inside me using my saliva as lube. I got used to this by now. But this time it was special. I started using a specific cream after he commanded me, which after using it for a while made my hole tighter, and kept it that way for a longer time. I hadn't felt a difference. Until this specific time.

Usually he was more careful penetrating me. I mean he has never cared about me being in pain by his dick (he actually said this to me once: "This dick's job is to cause pain."), but he was careful to not go deep in a second. But this time it happened. And I felt that the cream was "finally" doing its job.

I felt pain like he would have beaten me with that baseball bat back in the alley, behind the restaurant, the day we met. On the other hand he must have felt an incredible amount of pleasure. Maybe he had never felt pleasure like that before. He was screaming, and held my ass, pulling it so deep on his dick, I thought it was impossible. He was holding me like this for almost a minute, and we were both screaming. He was doing it out of pleasure, I was doing it out of pain.

Then he collapsed, right on my back, and was panting. Another minute passed, and he was still deep inside me, his dick felt thicker than ever. Maybe he just came?

"Oh... my... fucking..." he sighed. Then he reached for his sock on the ground, and stuffed it into my mouth, through the gag. "I don't want to hear your whining again."

He pulled his dick out of me, and then pushed it in again, deep inside, to the base. This time it was less intensive. Now my head, my throat and my ass hurt so much, I was basically senseless. But the fucking continued, or to be honest... Just started. He was fucking me for a very long time. He changed positions several times, held me firm, but not with love. He wanted to show his power, his dominance. He was choking me with his hand, pushed my head into the couch, slapped on my ass several times. Almost two hours passed.

This has never happened before, but the pill and the alcohol were quite a mixture, and his stamina increased with an insane amount. It was impossible that he was still able to fuck with such a power after almost 4 hours.

Then he froze. My not-so-tight hole (even though it was still tighter than it would have been without the cream, I am sure) was holding his thick dick as I felt it pumping his seed. He was ejaculating inside me. It lasted for almost two minutes, pushing his cock deep inside me, to the base. Then he pulled it out, and went immediately to sleep on the couch, which I was unable to do after a night like this.

And now it is getting even darker

Of course I was able to fall asleep. In the morning I woke up as Oliver opened the handcuffs on me. He sat back to the couch, and buried his face into his hands.

"Yeah, maybe it wasn't the best idea to mix the pill with alcohol. Never had a hangover like this before." he looked at me as I was massaging my hands. "I hope you know, that the only thing I have to apologise for is that you didn't get my cum in your mouth."

"Yes, Sir, I know."

Oh, I knew it very well. I am going to be honest with you. Even though I was extremely suffering, I wasn't angry with him. Of course, I didn't really enjoy last night. Not at all. He was super brutal, but I was not able to be angry. This was my job. I signed the contract. He has done so much for me.

"Go and eat some cum from the Bistro's freezer. I am not going to be able to cum again. While you are there, look around, check if everything is clean for tomorrow."

I quickly took a shower and dressed up. This was very kind of him, usually I am forbidden to eat from the freezer of the Bistro. And in an instant, an idea popped into my mind. Finally I can try Dylan's cum again! Although it is not as good frozen as fresh, but more than nothing!

It was Monday, the only day during the week, when the Bistro stayed closed, so it was empty.

I had a quick breakfast, and for dessert, I took out a frozen spermcube of Dylan's. This is how we stored the guys' sperm. I went into his room and started licking it, then put it into my mouth. I leaned back on the chair, and started thinking about him. As the cube slowly melted in my mouth, I instantly sensed as the sperm started to get absorbed in my body. I felt a lot better all of a sudden. And something happened, which has not happened in a very long time.

I was thinking about kneeling in front of Dylan, and my own penis started to get hard. Of course the chastity cage stopped this immediately, so the pleasure was exchanged to pain.

Once the icecube had melted completely, I looked around, and I saw a hoodie, which was Dylan's. I was still horny, and wanted to see him. So I took it, and went up to the living areas.

There was no "Do not disturb" sign on his door, so I knocked on the door, and without thinking I opened it. As I looked in, I saw him, and I instantly got disgusted, as I smelled cigarette smoke in the room, and saw one in his hands.

"Dylan! Smoking is..." I started

"Oh my God, I know, please don't tell anybody! Please! I need this job!"

"But.. You passed the smoking test. I didn't sense it..." I said, furiously.

"Please, come in, let me explain. Please, I beg you!" He was basically crying.

I stepped inside his room. He told me that his last year had been quite stressful, and he started smoking. He got a pill from somebody, which modified his sperm in a way that it was impossible to show that he is smoking. He takes it twice a day, so he was able to pass the smoking test.

"No way, this is against almost every rule. I have to report this." I was very disappointed.

"Please don't!" he really was crying "I will stop, I promise. Never again, just please don't tell Oliver!"

"I can't. He trusts me. This is about the reputation of the restaurant!"