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Getting the offer to cook at Benediction was life changing for any aspiring chef, but especially Henry.
After barely getting his bachelor’s degree in Real Estate, failing to find any jobs post graduation, then making a sudden pivot to go into culinary school and actually thriving there, only to find that once again finding employment was tricky, he had been floundering for quite some time. The job offer was more than a lifeline, it was a god damn dream come true.
Anyone who knew food knew Benediction. It was a dream of Henry’s to work there, driving him through the last legs of culinary school. The food was evidently otherworldly. Its prices, not so much. Chef and Owner Levi Trabidian was focused on creating luxury experiences for the middle class. He wanted the opportunity for anyone to try his food.
Benediction was so aptly named because the food was a blessing to all who partook of it, even more so with the generous ways he took to feed the less fortunate. He made sure the wealthy paid their fair share and surprisingly, they were happy to do it and then some. The food was that good.
Henry had the opportunity to try it for himself when he went out with a couple friends who just got a big promotion at their agency. The second the amuse-bouche touched his lips, he moaned. He would have been more embarrassed had he not heard his friends do the same. It was a flash of flavour that burst in his mouth and throughout his entire body. For that brief moment he took to eat the tiny little morsel, he felt like he was suddenly naked in the middle of the restaurant.
He didn’t even realize his eyes were closed until he suddenly opened them and did a double check to make sure he wasn’t. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn’t deny that it felt so real. Then the courses were served and Henry and his friends were practically fucking their seats with how good it was. Like that scene out of When Harry Met Sally, except it was all 100% genuine.
It wasn’t just them. The entire restaurant was filled with the sound of clattering silverware on dishes and people’s moans. It was a truly insane experience thinking back on it, but in the moment, all anyone could think about was how good the food was.
Henry had left Benediction that night hard as a rock with his hands awkwardly stuffed in his pockets. His nice button down shirt had a few buttons loose and his forehead was damp with a mild sweat that was sure to show under his pits. He was pretty sure that he had leaked a bit of precum but he wasn’t so sure, just focusing on trying to make himself presentable. From that night, he knew that he’d give anything to work there and help make the kind food that left him and about a hundred or so others like this.
Now that he was here, his stomach gnawed at him. The need to claw at his biceps returned but he took a deep breath and pushed that urge aside. Benediction wanted him. Levi Trabidian wanted him. Personally. Not in that way, though Henry would break his heterosexuality for that man and that man alone with how good his food was. He was supposed to be here.
Fighting back all his nerves, Henry entered the building from the back entrance that he was directed to in the email. There hadn’t even been any interview, just an e-mail in his inbox with the offer and instructions. He thought it was a scam and nearly deleted it at first. Thank god he didn’t.
Henry waited in the little back entrance. The room was small, more of a landing pad with a single recessed light that illuminated the dark patterned floor beneath him. The walls were a rich, deep blue with the occasional fleck of a contrasting neon color. It wasn’t like what he expected. Then again, he didn’t know what to expect.
The restaurant itself was your typical luxury dining. Dark walls, dim lights, clean, minimal but extravagant flourishes. Unlike lots of other Michelin restaurants, the kitchen was not viewable to the patrons. The doors the waitstaff came out of were windowless, and even if a curious diner were to try peeking inside, they would only see the rest of the front-of-house as they put finishing touches on the meals. Even in the myriad of interviews that Levi did for the restaurant, it was never photographed or even described. Henry had no idea what he was in for as he slowly ascended the stairs.
The spattling of neon color got more intense as he continued onward, adding more and more until Henry was in a psychedelic array of color and pattern. It made his head hurt a little. He focused on the floor beneath him, taking one step at a time. He reached the top of the stairs and accidentally bumped into someone.
“Excuse me,” the voice said. “You’re the new line cook right? Ames. Dishwasher lead.” Ames stuck out his hand to shake. His hand was huge and slightly calloused, with a distinct tattoo of a star on the side. Henry pulled back to make eye contact, Ames towering over him.
He nearly fell over when he took in all of Ames. Big, burly, with a huge chest and biceps that men would kill for. Hairy too. Thick beard and even thicker head of hair. It wasn’t just that he was big, because he certainly was that. It was the fact that he was completely naked underneath his tiny apron, save for his rubber sole shoes and his gloves.
The dense forest of hair on his chest was swirled in a way that really highlighted how big his pecs were. The apron was miniscule, showing off his nipples and barely coming down high enough to cover his massive, hard cock.
“It’s okay to stare,” Ames chuckled. “You’ll get used to it soon enough. We’re all naked here.”
Henry took that moment to fully look around the kitchen. Like the hallway to enter, it was splashed with a dizzying consortium of colors and patterns. Pinks, greens, and blues spread out on the pale yellow walls. The checkerboard tiles beneath them alternated in red, white, and black. Wafts of the most heavenly aromas punched his nostrils, making them flare. He had to bite back a tiny little moan himself. It was sensory overload in the kitchen, but nothing more distracting than the staff themselves.
It was teeming with energy as everyone prepped for tonight’s service. Every single man in the kitchen, and it was solely men, were completely naked. They wore their gloves, their protective shoes, and their hats, but other than that, not a stitch was on them. They ran around, chopping, dicing, yelling at each other. All the while their tatted arms flexed, their bare asses clenched and bounced, and their erections swung around under their tiny little aprons.
“They’re naked! You’re all – why are they naked? Am I supposed to be–” Henry’s words were coming out faster than his mouth could process them. He didn’t even know what to say, really. He just kept looking back and forth between the back-of-house staff and Ames. Ames was completely nonplussed. “I’m sorry, tell Mr. Trabidian that I appreciate the offer but I really–”
“Why don’t you see him first?” Ames placed a burly hand on his shoulder. “You’ve come all this way, I’m sure you’d like to meet him regardless of your decision.”
The way he spoke made it clear that it was not a suggestion. He gently pushed Henry forward, accidentally tapping his butt with his boner. He took the lead, guiding him to Mr. Trabidian’s office. His enormous ass shifted with each step, hairy cheeks fully on display with a neat little bow on top. They crossed the kitchen and Henry could feel everyone’s eyes on him. They were staring. Not quite with interest nor disdain, but something else. Something close to a hungry glint in their eyes.
Henry quickly hurried his steps to catch up with Ames’ big stride. The patterns on the walls seemed to swirl towards the office, pointing to the plain white door with a gold knob. It was a stark contrast to the wild flurry that was the kitchen. Quiet too. Ames knocked on the door three times.
“Come in,” Mr. Trabidian’s muffled voice came through the wood. They pushed inside to his office. Everything was white in there. The floor, the walls, the decor. Only the variations of the shades made anything slightly visible. From behind a large plush chair, Mr. Trabidian was scribbling away furiously at his desk. “Henry? Is that– oh, hi Ames. Everything looking good before open?”
He turned around and Henry nearly had his breath knocked out of him. Levi Trabidian was an attractive man there was no doubt about that. Henry just wasn’t prepared for the sheer magnitude of how attractive a man could be until he saw him in person.
Shorter than expected, but carried an air of important energy that made him feel tall. Swept hair in shades of brown and blonde that tucked behind his pierced ears. A little scruff on his sharp jaw, and muscles that filled out his chef’s coat well. The sleeves were rolled up, displaying two full arm sleeves of tats that mimicked the disorienting and colorful patterns outside. They were just as rich and vibrant, if not more so, than on the walls. As if they were brand new. His veins were slightly visible at the forearm, which Henry couldn’t help but trace with his eyes. He felt himself starting to get lost in the swirling ink, following it up and down his defined arms to those miracle hands of his.
“Hi Mr. Trabidian,” he started softly.
“Levi, please.” Levi smiled gently, lowering his head and looking up at him through his dipped glasses.
He cleared his throat and forced himself to make eye contact. He sucked his teeth, fully aware of how dazzling those eyes were. He wasn’t gay but they were really pretty eyes. If he made that claim that his eyes changed color in the light, it would probably be true considering Henry was pretty sure they were shifting now in the low light.Long lashes too.
“Levi. Right. I wanted to thank you for the job offer,” Wilson continued. “But after, uh, coming in here I don’t think this job is right for me. I don’t think I’d quite fit in.”
“Nonsense,” he interrupted. “Is it the nudity thing? There’s nothing to be ashamed about with your body, we’re all men here. Right Ames?”
“Benediction is an all natural and organic restaurant, serving only the highest selection of nature’s bounty. As stewards of the food, it is our responsibility to reflect that bounty in our manner,” Ames said nearly robotically.
Henry eyed him warily, choosing to ignore the twitching of his cock and the glazed look in his eye before he returned to that amiable closed mouth smile. “That’s all well and good, but like I said, I personally don’t feel like –”
“Strip,” Levi commanded. It was effortless and casual, like he was merely commenting on the weather.
“Wh-What?”
“Strip,” he said again. “Watch, I’ll do it too.”
The word rolled over Henry like a wave, sinking into his nerves. It was similar to the feeling he had when he had dined at the restaurant, making him disoriented and woozy. He felt his limbs move in sync with Levi, sliding his shirt over his head the same time Levi unbuttoned his coat.
Rippling abs were revealed, with a generous dusting of hair at his belly button that descended into his low-rise pants. They took off their pants at the same time and Levi chuckled, glancing down at Henry's exposed cock. “No underwear, either? See, you’re fitting in already.”
Henry flushed. His hands flew in front of him as he ducked his head. He had never done anything like this before. He had no idea why he had done it. All he could see, imprinted in his eyes, were those swirling colors. The white floor didn’t help matters, only intensifying the burning image into his memory. He realized he was staring at his naked crotch and quickly turned to look away.
In the all-white room, there were only three things he could stare at. Himself, Ames, or Levi – all options just a naked man. That was the last thing Henry wanted to stare at, but the only thing he found himself drawn to. Especially Levi.
All those colors, his mere presence, everything drew Henry’s gaze towards him. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, the blood rushing to his face and down his shoulders. He felt exposed and raw and utterly open.
“Ames, does Henry look like he won’t fit in at my restaurant?”
“No sir,” Ames said instantly.
“Hands at your side, Henry.” Henry complied immediately, turning even more red. “Good, you’re already learning. A lot of men who I hire aren’t as quick to get over my learning curve.” Levi flexed his cock, huge and hard and sagging from its own weight.
“Why don’t you think you’ll fit in here, hm?”
Henry tried to close his open mouth. He felt the truth bubbling out of him like a runaway train. Levi made one pec bounce, the edge of his tattoos sending a spark of color through Henry’s mind. “I’m not gay. And I don’t like being naked in front of other men. Especially not fa–”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Henry’s mouth shut instantly. Levi walked towards him. His erection was pointed at him like a hunter pointing his spear at his trapped prey. Levi sucked on his teeth as he shook his head. “Henry, Henry, Henry. I didn’t know I hired a bigot. That’s completely unacceptable here. At Benediction, we believe in grace to all. I thought you’d be happy here as is, lord knows you needed the job.”
Henry tensed all over. He shot a panicked look at Levi, staring deep into those kaleidoscopic eyes that nearly pulled him inside.
“It’s our job to learn the business,” Levi said simply. “That involves our operations, our guiding principles, our patrons, and our staff. We know everything and everyone that comes across our building quite intimately. And you will too.”
“I’m not working here,” Henry said, finding his voice once more. “I don’t know what you did to me, or what you’re doing to the rest of the staff, but I’m leaving.” He tried to move but found his limbs still firmly planted where they were. Fear started to take over his face as he slowly brought his gaze back to Levi and his captivating aura.
“No you’re not. The contract you signed, that everyone of my staff signed, is at-will employment. At my will.” A chill went down Henry’s spine. Levi smiled at him, toothy and brilliant and all kinds of wrong. “Now get out into the kitchen. Ian will be showing you the ropes. Ames, stick around for a moment will you? You did a great job bringing him here immediately.”
Henry awkwardly shuffled out of the office and felt like he was stepping out into another planet. All that white had made his vision swim, and the garish colors that adorned the kitchen felt mildly comforting. He shook his head in defiance. “No!” he said to himself. “Can’t get caught up in any of this. It’s one step at a time, just. Freaking. Leave!”
His body refused to obey. Instead, he stood there stupidly, twiddling his thumbs and standing in place.
“Why would you want to leave?” Ian entered with a casual smile and a dripping erection. There was a light sheen of sweat that matted his curls to his forehead. “Working here is probably the best decision you could have made!” He bounded the rest of the way to close the distance between them, his dick nearly poking Henry in the stomach as it swung back into place.
“But I didn’t make it,” Henry muttered in protest.
“Didn’t you? I mean, we all signed the contract. It was pretty clear in the language what working for Levi entailed. There was even a nudity rider that we had to sign too.”
Henry’s already pink face turned scarlet. After he had verified the job offer with the manager, he just clicked through everything without a second thought. All he needed was that he’d be cooking at Benediction and the generous salary they put in big bold lettering.
Ian stared at him, a wild grin stretching over his freckled face. “Holy shit, you didn’t read any of it? At all?” Henry shook his head pathetically. “My god, you must be either really desperate, really dumb, or both. Anyway, you’re here now until Levi gives you the boot. So with that said, you ready to learn the ropes?”
Henry followed Ian around the kitchen. Introductions were made, and soon everyone knew him as the dumbass who accidentally signed his clothes away. He ducked his head in shame as they walked through, everyone shooting him glances before bursting out into giggles or outright laughter.
It felt like any other kitchen, except for the fact that they were all guys and all naked. There was a lot of ground to cover, and Henry found that the distracting sight of male nudity wasn’t too bad to deal with when he was jotting notes down. He learned where the pantry was, the wash station, the walk-in freezers, until finally he was led to his own little station.
The other line cooks were working tirelessly, scrubbing as they went. Their boners wagged like energetic dog tails which Henry had to tear his eyes away from. All the color around them made it a little too easy for him to focus on his coworkers’ bodies, a fact that he was sure was intentional.
“Okay, so you’ll learn the recipes in time. Levi expects by the end of the week, but you’re fine sticking the cards somewhere visible while you’re still learning the ropes,” Ian explained. He was chipper, like a tiny yapping dog fed a diet of only caffeine. Between his energy colliding with the frantic rush of a kitchen, coupled with the aroma of food and man musk, it was a lot. “Now, this is the most important part of cooking here at Benediction.”
He gestured to his fellow line cooks who were at various stages of prepping the food. One of them at the end, Corey, was nearly finished. He tucked his apron to the side and grabbed his cock. With a loud, animalistic grunt, he began to beat off right then and there. Henry’s jaw dropped, unable to look away from the gross sight in front of him.
“That’s… That can’t be sanitary,” was all he could utter, still transfixed no matter how hard he tried to pull his eyes away.
Ian rested his head on his bare shoulder. “Yeah, it’s not, but none of this is. And without this little last bit, the food wouldn’t nearly be as good. See here.” He leaned over to Corey’s station with a tasting spoon and swiped a little of the cream off the top. Corey was still going at it, his freckled face scrunched up deep in concentration as his cock began to leak profusely.
Before Henry could protest, the spoon was shoved in his mouth. It was good, maybe missing a little tartness to balance out the rest of the flavor, but it was just that. Good. Not the mind blowing, knee shaking experience he had when he had first dined.
“See what I mean?” Ian said knowingly. “Now, Corey’s still relatively newer – only what, three months in? – so he hasn’t developed the speed quite yet. But ah here we go.”
“Fuck! Corey cried as he pumped into his hand. The flared cockhead started to shoot, ropes of cum into the bowl. Henry knew it was coming but was still looking in awe and disgust as Corey painted the meal completely with his seed.
Then things got even weirder. The cum, messy strings of white all over the plate, glowed for a brief moment. Henry thought he was going crazy. Then it vanished, completely gone and without a trace. “Now try,” Ian forced another spoon into his mouth.
Henry moaned. Loudly. That wave of pure bliss crashed through his body. He felt goosebumps all over his body and his cock twitch. That feeling that he was naked intensified, except this time he knew it was reality. Even the smallest morsel of food nearly made him fall onto his knees. The colors in the kitchen swarmed all around him, creating a vortex of color that spiraled into his soul, his cock. He was panting when he fully swallowed, flushed for different reasons now.
“Fuck!” The others laughed at him as they got prepped to jerk off themselves. “That was… fuck!”
“It sure is something,” Ian patted him on the shoulder. “Now before we get you on the line, you do gotta officially join the Benediction family. This way, good sir.”
Henry took a moment to regain his legs. They were still wobbly from that bite. He shyly followed Ian once more, trying to keep his eyes downcast. On every side of him, other men were jerking off. Loudly. Unapologetically. Dirty moans and filthy expletives were a chorus amongst the dishes as they grunted, cried, and came all over their food.
He still couldn’t believe where he was. That all this was really happening. He pinched himself on the arm hard enough to leave a mark, and when he was still naked surrounded by dozens of masturbating men, following the pert and perky ass of his superior to a room unknown, he knew that this was real.
They walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway. Without the heat of the ovens and stoves, Henry was more aware of his nudity than ever. He shivered despite himself, glancing at his dick to make sure there wasn’t any signs of shrinkage. His dick size had never really been a fear of his, but then again, he never had to measure up against other guys. Here? Henry was very cognizant of the fact that a lot of these guys were packing cleavers and baguettes and any assortment of cooking related innuendo he could think of.
Even Ian, with his slight stature and lean frame. The oft glances Henry had made at his erection – and they were few, he insisted – he marveled at how much jutted outwards. Don’t even start with Ames. That man was massive everywhere. For the first time in his life, Henry was thinking about other men’s dicks and his own in the same conversation. Not to mention the fact that the staff had incredible staying power apparently. He could deal with the nudity. Probably. But having to jerk off for every plate? And cum too? There was just no way.
They passed by the administration side’s offices. Eddie, the general manager, and his assistant Dan – both naked and erect of course, though with ties where their aprons would have been – give a polite and friendly hello, blatantly checking out Henry. Even they were pretty sizeable down there.
A nicely pressed suit hung in the corner of the office ready for Eddie to toss on if there’s a problem in the front-of-house. Henry tries not to show his bewilderment when he sees fat dildos secured to their chairs, fully inserted between Dan’s toned cheeks. Dan is flushed as much as Henry is, happily bouncing away on his seat as breathy gasps leave him.
Ian takes him further down the hallway and down a flight of narrow stairs. Henry was never the type to be claustrophobic, but the proximity of the walls do make him uncomfortable. The stairs lead to another landing, similar to where Henry had first entered.
The lack of color was startling. Henry didn’t even know he was missing the surge of neons until he was looking around at a simple matte wall. Ian pulled himself straighter, his smile twitching just as much as his cock was. “This is the best part of being a new hire here. You get to experience this for the first time.”
He swung open the door, where color and smell assaulted Henry’s senses. He felt Ian’s hand at his back shoving him inside before slamming the door shut. Henry’s head was swimming. It was like the kitchen but so much more. A strange odor emanated throughout the room that wasn’t altogether unpleasant, and made his body hair prickle.
As the colors swirled in Henry’s eyes, heat embraced his body. He threw his head back with a groan as his cock started to swell. His eyes were wide as the dishes they served on watching the room move around him. He didn’t know what was up and down anymore. He was floating and his cock was rising with him. A long, drawn out groan came from the back of his throat when he reached full hardness.
Then it kept going.
Henry was on his back, hands flying wildly over his body. He never understood nipple play but now his fingers were pinching and twisting with all his might. His cock was rigid, pointing straight up and twitching violently. Precum leaked out of the tip like a broken faucet, coating his stomach and his thighs as it ran between his legs. He could feel his eyes start to roll back in his head but he fought it. He may not have much of his dignity left, but damn it he wasn’t going to look like he enjoyed it. No matter how much his body was singing praises to a world unknown.
It was just him and the colors now. Then he knew he was floating because his back wasn’t pressed against anything and his head fell back further. His legs were splayed out. His toes curled embarrassingly as an enormous wave of the neons crashed near him and made every nerve of his light ablaze. His cock twitched, inflating with more blood than he thought was possible.
The moving colors took form. Inky blobs of pink, green, purple, and blue, came out of the seamless walls and wrapped around him. One around his forehead. Two pairs for his wrists and ankles respectively. A thick one at his midsection to keep him secure.That snaps Henry out of his lust-fueled haze.
“Hey! What the fuck!” He fought against his restraints without much success. His body felt like it was in molasses, thick and heavy and slow moving. He still didn’t even know his orientation in the room – if he was even in the room. He could have been in a portal dimension full of color and arousal and that would have been a-okay with him, had it not been for the tentacles that appeared.
Henry could have been fine with the restraint. He played with bondage with a few of his exes. But this was next level. Outside of the intense haze of lust that he was trying to fight off, there was also the fact that every shift of hue that even ghosted the presence of his body made him feel like he was on the edge of climax. A wash of blues flew over head and he let out the loudest moan he had ever in his life, his cock quivering intensely.
That was the other thing. His dick was bigger now. There was no getting around that. It wasn’t monstrous, like Ames was. Just… bigger. A significant difference in size between his barely average and okay white boy dick to something that could go head to head with a porn star. A realistically sized porn star, but a porn star nonetheless.
The shaft lurched as a flurry of pink swirled. Henry couldn’t fight his eyes rolling back in his head this time. He thrust upwards as if he would attain some kind of relief with the blobs of living color holding him in place. To his surprise, he feels his cock slide through something. Like a fleshlight, only warmer. Drippier. It drove him mad.
Another bloom of color, this time yellow. Henry bucked despite himself and cried out as his cock was embraced by that warmness again. His hair was a mess. His limbs were stretched thin. His embiggened dick hurt slightly. It felt like hours since he was pushed in here. Hours at the edge with no way of release and his arousal only increasing.
A pop of green made him scream. The sensation bubbled all over him, racing up his length and tickling the sensitive underside where the base met the tip. Fuck it. Henry shifted his hips as much as his restraints would allow. There wasn’t much give. Waves of purple danced in sync across the room and suddenly he was thrusting. Hard.
He bounced haphazardly, fucking the open air. His cock slapped against his abs, his thighs, any and all directions it could go. Each thrust up was like heaven. Whatever he was fucking into felt like all the best lays he had and then some. Henry was openly moaning now. Loud and a little bit like a whore, what little of his active consciousness remained embarrassed him greatly. It’s good that there wasn’t much of that left.
He was lost in the pleasure, focused solely on his cock and a little on his nipples. Patches of changing color had splattered onto his chest and turned whatever they touched into extremely sensitive erogenous zones. Every change of color was like an ignition going straight from Henry’s nipples and blazing a trail right to the very tips of his toes before settling in his balls. He was only half aware that those were slightly bigger now too.
Colors danced and crashed against each other all around him. Some of it splattered on his body, coating him with neon. Completely disoriented and lost in searing pleasure, Henry didn’t even notice when a thick, dripping, black tendril came out of the color cyclone. It wasted no time and plunged straight into his spread hole.
Henry arched into it. His limbs spread out wide as he was suddenly filled to the brim. It should have felt painful. It should have felt weird. Instead, it was heaven. He let it happen to him; there really wasn’t much choice to do elsewise. The tentacle bounced him wildly, making him jump with every thrust. That in turn forced his cock into the unknown vacuum of warmth that seemed ever-present.
He was sandwiched. Every part of his body screamed with pleasure as more of the color doused him. Henry’s face was streaked with color, turning even the randomest parts of his skin into a zone of unheard of pleasure. His toes, his elbows, his neck even, and then his usual go to of his cock, balls, and the space between them and his no longer virgin hole.
There was no single part of Henry that wasn’t absolutely brimming with lust. His voice was hoarse. His body ached, but in a good way that burned a pleasant tingle throughout his body that settled in his balls. Whatever he was sinking his cock upwards into seemed to know exactly how to grip his shaft just right. When his balls bounced up on the upswing from a particularly hard thrust from the tentacle inside him, it felt like they were tapping against something that sent a jolt to his core.
All his sensations were heightened. Even if he could keep his eyes open, it wouldn’t matter. Henry’s vision would just be bombarded with color. More so, he was being so thoroughly fucked and bounced on the thick tendril inside of him, the colors would just blur as his vision turned white. He cried out for no reason in particular, feeling extra sensitive as his prostate was thrust into over and over.
Suddenly, everything amped up. The thrusts got faster. The colors all around him started to move like a swarm. Henry gasped, a long moan came from his throat as he tossed his head back. He was already at the max of what his body could feel and yet it was pushed even more. He could feel tongues lapping at his body, hands stroking everything they could touch, and what felt like an assortment of holes that his cock was fucking into all at the same time.
Henry felt his prostate get rammed into at a million miles a second. His body spasmed wildly, cock flinging his precum all over him to mix with the splatters and splotches of bright colors that adorned the rest of him. The white slowly overtook the rest as he began to come. He’d shot a lot before when he was pent up after a grueling camping trip with his brothers. That was nothing compared to this.
That post-trip jerk off session was like bursting a party streamer. Lots of strings, kind of got everywhere, but not too much of a hassle to clean if you really focused. This was like dumping out a ten gallon bucket of paint. Cum spewed out of him like a geyser. The rapid fire pumping made his entire body buck and seize in the throws of his inky restraints. His cock lurched once more, adding a little more to its size.
Henry kept shooting. Already past what he thought his body could produce, and then some. Then it continued. And continued. Henry went limp, just succumbing to endless orgasm. He didn’t feel drained. He didn’t feel tired. All he felt was the color on his skin moving over him and the thick tentacle squelching as it thrust into his ass with gusto.
***
Henry woke up on a cot in the management office. Dan was across from him, bouncing away on his dildo like he had been when they passed. He had one hand pumping his cock and the other pressed against his headset.
“No, the shipment was supposed to – nngh – include 14 orders of….”
Ian’s hand waved in front of his face, bringing his attention away from the admin. “Yoooo. How’re you feeling?” He handed Henry a glass of water. Henry didn’t even know he was parched until the water flowed into his mouth and suddenly he was gulping down the entire thing.
Henry pulled away with an audible exhale. He looked down at himself. Still naked, that hadn’t changed. But he thought he’d be drenched in dried magic paint and a few gallonfuls of his cum. Once he had a wet dream and splashed some on his face and it had crusted over his eye. The amount he came would have been a whole face encasing, yet his skin was clear as it had ever been. Maybe even better than before.
He did notice that he was still hard though. And the new size he was rocking seemed to be a permanent fixture, judging by the way the erect shaft wavered with his shifting. “I feel… okay? Why do I feel okay? I don’t have much experience with psychedelic color tentacles fucking me, but I’m pretty sure my ass should be on fire and my hole gaping. Or am I just so numb I don’t even feel it anymore?”
Ian laughed, throwing his head back. From the corner of his eye, he could see Dan stifle a chuckle. Or was it a moan? Either way, he was trying hard not to say something to whoever was on the other line. “Yeah, that about tracks. You may be feeling okay but the rest of us? Whew boy, you weren’t the biggest when you started, but damn if you know how to fuck!” He slapped his ass and let out a grunt as he stood up.
Henry stared at him blankly, trying his hardest not to stare at the recoil of the jiggling cheek or the hard cock that was inches away from his face. “That tight warmness you felt? That was us. All of us. Every single time you thrust upwards, we all felt it. Even poor Dan here with the copy of Levi up his ass. He was pulling double duty, but that’s why he’s our admin!”
“You’re saying I fucked the entire staff here?” Henry asked incredulously.
“Well, not the front-of-house people. They obviously wouldn’t do well if they felt a cock in their ass as they carried plates.”
“Sure, but the people with knives and working with fire, those are the people who are a-okay getting fucked.”
“You’re starting to get it now!” Ian slapped a congratulatory hand on his shoulder. “Now, get on home. You’re done for today. Don’t worry about whatever clothes you came in, they’ll show up when you exit the building. Probably. Depends on Levi’s moods honestly.”
“Wait, what? I just got here! It’s only been–”
“12 hours,” he said simply. Henry’s face dropped. “Look, just be glad you don’t feel those 12 hours. I mean, not until we hire someone new again but I digress. Just get on home before Levi pulls you in for some additional over time. You thought your ass would be sore from the room? Not a chance in hell, or wherever he’s from.”
Henry stood up shakily. There was only a little bit of wobbliness to them, altogether not bad considering he had been fucked for half a day apparently. Ian slapped him on the ass and he let out a girlish squeak. The sensation seemed to ripple across his body – and his new bubbly cheeks – making his dick jolt. He began to ask a question, but was shooed away by Ian giving him a look. Guess that was just another thing to get used to here.
He crossed back to the main kitchen. It was mostly empty now. Cleaned meticulously and prepped for the next day. The colors seemed bolder now that there wasn’t a flurry of naked men with hard cocks running around and making noise. The walls pulsed with life that Henry couldn’t help but stare at. He could feel that pulsing in his cock. He shook his head and continued walking, ignoring the fact that his boner was dripping profusely.
“Oh, Henry?” Levi’s voice called from his office. “Would you mind coming here?” Henry grimaced. But his body refused to cooperate with him again. He spun on his heel and walked towards the door, face starting to heat with blush again as the few stragglers eyed him and snickered.
“Yes?” Henry asked through grit teeth.
“I just wanted to say, welcome aboard. Officially.” Levi’s smile was warm. He had undone the top button of his chef jacket, revealing the tiniest sliver of his chiseled clavicle. The sight made Henry want to drop to his knees and lick a line acro– Henry huffed audibly.
“I know the circumstances of your hire were… unconventional. But I think you’ll really enjoy working here.”
Henry rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose like a bratty teen. “Yeah, I don’t think so. But I signed a deal with the devil apparently, so I’ll be here, making food and jerking off into it.”
“Not the devil, but I get your sentiment,” Levi chuckled. “And if that’s truly the only thing you think you’ll be doing here, not serving the people and providing sustenance… then who am I to argue?”
The snap of his fingers rang loud in Henry’s ears. His vision blurred with a flash of colors. He gasped. The dull hum of pleasure that was vibrating through his body at a low frequency ever since he woke up roared into a frenzy once more. Henry couldn’t stop himself as he grabbed his cock and started to pump.
It didn’t take him long to shoot, messily and all over his chest. It tickled where it landed on his skin, and Henry became vaguely aware that the slight body hair he did have was gone now. He groaned as his hand kept jacking away. He came again in seconds. HIs face was beet red as Levi merely chuckled.
Levi dismissed him with a casual wave of his hand. Henry’s body began to move, still vigorously masturbating. He was horrified as his legs carried him out the office and in front of the people staying behind. They were besides themselves in laughter, making him flush even harder.
“See? Already making dozens of loads on his first day. Told you you’d be a great fit here!” Ian called out between a cackle. “Let us know how many loads Levi gets out of you, our current record is 54 in a single shift!”
Henry looked at them in horror. Then he came again and felt even more embarrassed due to the fact that he came in his open mouth. He let out a loud moan as the salty drops hit his tongue, making his body explode with flavor. HIs body went weak and he nearly fell to his knees. His coworkers were in tears at this point, boners bobbing with their laughs.
“Don’t worry,” Levi said from his doorway. “No matter how much he gets, it won’t count to the tally. This is just a little welcome gift for him, not extra over time like the rest of you.” His eyes flicked over to them and they all whimpered as their holes fluttered. “Have a good night, Henry. Do get home safely. I imagine it might be hard to drive like this, but I’m sure a smart man like you can figure it out. I mean, it is just jerking off, right?”
Henry made a sound at the back of his throat, high and whiny. Then he came again. He marched out the kitchen, making sure to wave by to his new “family” – Levi’s insistence. Three guesses to what he made him wave with, and the first two aren’t his hands. The walk down the stairs continued, leaving behind the technicolor array.
His head started to clear and the chill of the early morning was starting to settle as Henry made his way down the stairs. He was once again very aware of his nudity, made even worse now that he was covered in six loads and counting. His hand kept dutifully jerking off, sometimes switching with the other, compelled under whatever demon spell Levi had placed on him. He walked out the door and into the back parking lot where the wind bit at his bare skin.
His clothes did not come back like Ian promised, though Henry was fairly certain that was just another one of Levi’s welcome gifts. His bad for mouthing off. He shuddered as his mind went to the gutters at what else mouthing off could do there… That would be a bridge to cross when he got there.
For now, Henry would just have to make do. Make do with the non-stop masturbation, – god, he hoped it would stop soon – make do with the enforced nudity and the horny buzz all through his body, make do with the trippy colors that would forever haunt his visions… The list could go on. But he was taught to seek out the positive.
- He was employed in the industry he wanted a job in.
- He was working for the greatest restaurant in the city, and arguably the country.
- He had benefits now.
- His dick was bigger.
He couldn’t think of a fifth as orgasm wracked his body until his knees were jello. Henry got into his car, shaky and moaning. He was a mess and this time there was no magical way to get cleaned up. The car started and he slowly pulled away, still masturbating his big dick with intensity.
The building may have receded behind him, but there was no escape. Henry was going to be there tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. Naked, hard, and surrounded by dozens of other guys who were actually happy to be there, all of them jerking off into the meals they prepped to be served to the public. He shuddered as he came again, feeling the distinctive sudden emptiness in his hole.
One day at a time. That’s what he needed to do. One foot, one stroke, after the other. That’s how he’d get through working at Benediction, or get fucked trying.
…Well, he was pretty sure that would happen regardless.