The Restaurant : Part 1

Introduction

“I just don’t know what to do?” said Mike as he stared forlornly over the parklands, “I mean I have tried everything to keep our relationship going but Joe really doesn’t seem interested in me anymore.”

Sitting on the bench, confiding in me was a natural thing for Mike to do, we had dated for a few months and parted ways after I got a new job out of town, but we had remained friends and picked up the friendship when I returned 3 years ago. I sighed as I looked over at my pal and wondered how anyone could be bored with this fine young man. He had been jogging and the sweat gleamed off his muscled pecs and dripped down a wash board stomach where it dampened the fine mat of hair above the band of his shorts. I was recollecting the feel of his firm full arse and the cute little dimples that teased you as he walked away, not to mention the feel of his firm, hard cock that would take on a life of its own when fully erect, I barely registered that he was still speaking.

“What should I do?” he repeated, as if I had all the answers on how to make a relationship work. I was getting a bit annoyed at the barrage of questions, so I quietly changed the subject and asked if he had heard of the new Restaurant that had opened on 53rd Street.

“It’s supposed to be “Men only”, the staff are very professional and the food is great!” I said, more to avoid the direction of the prior conversation than from any real knowledge. A friend of mine, Leo, was a member and had promised to invite me along for dinner Saturday night. “Why don’t you and Joe join us? We can… double date.” The sight pause was not for any double meaning, but I wasn’t sure where I exactly stood with Leo.

“Sure! It would be good to get out.” Mike replied looking less than satisfied with the change of topic “See you at nine on Saturday then” He uncurled his body from the seat, set his stop watch and continued with his daily run. I sat there watching his muscled back as it got smaller in the distance, sighed and made my way back to the office.

Part 1- The interview

On 53rd Street the Restaurant was gearing up for the weekend rush and Manuel glanced over the hopeful staff that sat in the foyer waiting for their interview. Manuel motioned to the first candidate and the young man eagerly came forward, his resume clutched in slightly sweat dampened fingers his other hand stretched out in front of him for the traditional greeting but Manuel deftly avoided it. Looking slightly confused the young man sat in the seat opposite and presented his credentials instead.

“James Smart- pleased to meet you sir.” James went on resolutely, trying to work out why Manuel wasn’t looking at the neatly typed documents in front of him but instead was studying at him with a cool stare. “I am looking forward to working with you. Your reputation in Chicago is famous and I hope that you will consider me for the position.”

Manuel gave a slight snort and leant forward to whisper “So you think you know what your position will be?”

When James nodded confidently, Manuel stood suddenly and addressed the rest of the group “No more staff required today. Thankyou for your time.” The others left quietly and Manuel led James to the rear of the Restaurant after locking the door behind him. “In there you will find your uniform, get changed and meet me in the kitchen so I can introduce you to the key members of our staff”

James entered the small locker room and located a bag with a few scanty pieces of clothing; mentally shrugging he started unbuttoning his shirt, hanging it neatly on a spare hanger. When he was completely undressed he looked over to the mirror and admired his own body. James was proud of the mat of hair that clung to his pecs down his tight stomach and ending in a thatch covering his balls. His cock began to stir as he gently caressed his arse but had to quickly reprimand himself or he would never be able to stuff it into the uniform. What looked like a cross piece of soft leather painted gold fastened around his chest, defining his well developed pecs, lifting the muscle into two hard globes, the glint of gold from his nipple ring nicely accented. Next came the pure white jockstrap made from the same soft leather and the ingenious modification came in the form of a zipper that allowed easy access. The feeling of the leather against his cock and balls was exciting and his already lengthening cock and to try to keep his mind off it pulled on a pair of gold ankle length boots, the style, he recognised as those worn by boxers except for the soles which were as soft as the sides.

After checking his appearance in the mirror, James walked out of the locker room with a smirk lighting up his handsome features. The Restaurant was empty except for the bar man who was polishing a rack of glasses. James walked confidently up to him “James Smart, pleased to meet you.” His hand thrust out as before, the bar man took to warmly “Troy” he replied, his deep smooth voice purred as his eyes roved over James’ leather clad body. His uniform differed only slightly with tight leather jockey shorts instead of the jock strap. “Floor staff?” he asked. James nodded and Troy explained that only floor staff wear the strap all bar staff wear the shorts. “You had better hurry to the kitchen; Manuel doesn’t like to be kept waiting”.

James nodded his thanks and quickly went down the hallway at the rear of the Restaurant, Manuel was waiting at the doors to the kitchen staring at his watch grunted at James and opened the doors. “In this place your name is Troy, James stays at home. All the staff here are named Troy except me; you will address me as “Sir” and the Head chef, who you will call “Chef””

He led the way into the kitchen where there was the usual bustle of activity, an organised chaos led by the burley “Chef”. “Troy” looked approvingly at the 6”6’ frame rippled with muscle and only wearing an apron to cover his broad chest. He turned away to check on something on the stove and “Troy” noted that he wore only a G-string made from the same white leather he was wearing. Glancing around the room “Troy” could see that all the kitchen staff were in the same uniform except for the youngest that had their strap moved to one side and the tell-tale sign of a butt-plug could be seen. One of the older men had finished the dish he was preparing and ordered the younger one to remove his plug. He obeyed without pausing and the older man replaced it with his cock. He started to thrust in and out of the young arse; the boy calmly picked up the peeler and continued his work as the man fucked him. The grunting could barely be heard over the noise in the room but the roar of satisfaction was clearly audible as the man spewed his load deep into the willing arse. A chorus of shouted approval greeted the pair as the boy replaced his plug; dropped to his knees and proceeded to lick the mess off his superiors cock and balls.

Troy was watching the unfolding scene intently and was slightly startled when a shadow loomed over him. “So you like to watch?” Chef had moved over to Troy and was smiling “Good, follow me”

He moved toward the older man who was gratefully receiving the wash down and offered his hand in welcome “Willie” he grunted as his cock stared to stiffen again under the attention from the boy “Enough Willie!” he pushed the youngster away. The boy shrugged his shoulders and got back to work on the vegetables. “He will give me a heart attack” complained the older Willie “He is ready at any time and his butt is so sweet”

“Maybe you should pace yourself.” Chef smiled and led Troy away from them introducing all the “Willies” that made up his team. Most just smiled a welcome or lazily waved as they continued their tasks however there were enough bolder ones that used the excuse to feel up the “Fresh Meat” that had wandered in. By the time that they had made a circuit of the Kitchen Troy had a raging hard-on after all the butt grabbing and not so tender grabbing of his cock and balls.

Chef smiled knowingly at the obvious bulge in the front of Troy’ jock and guided him gently toward the vegetable store room by the stiff member. He easily picked the much lighter Troy onto a bench and swiftly undid the zipper at the front of his jock. Freed from confinement his cock leapt forward like an eager racehorse and Chef adjusted his balls out of the hole so that his manhood stood proudly out against the white fabric. Troy felt the hair grab as the zipper was pulled down and winced slightly but the slight pain was forgotten as Chef began to massage the member to its full potential. “You must shave down before service tonight, or you will have patches missing before dessert service” Chef advised “That goes for your whole body, Manuel doesn’t like any hair to get into the food” Troy thought the idea was wise but he was proud of his chest hair and was reluctant to give it up. All thoughts of vanity were cast out of his mind as Chef lowered his mouth and wrapped his tongue around the aching cock head. Troy moaned quietly as Chef fed more as more of the erection deeper down his throat until the entire length was consumed. Troy could feel his throat muscles massaging his cock as Chef swallowed over and over not moving until he was forced to take a breath. He quickly inhaled and plunged straight back down to repeat the throat massage. Troy felt the familiar tingle in his balls and knew that if the Chef continued with this onslaught he would be receiving a gut full of cum in no time.

Chef was wise to what was going on and released his cock and flipped Troy onto his stomach, “Don’t get used to that” Chef said “that was a one time treat. Call it your welcome present.” He was busy massaging Troy’s arse with both meaty hands and gave a small snort of disapproval when he found the quivering rose bud dry. “Lube up before shift, customers will want you ready at all times” Troy blushed and turned away, he couldn’t believe he had made such a basic mistake. Then he felt a cold liquid spread over his arse and his hole was pried open by a single finger from the meaty Chef.

Troy fully expected to be fucked straight away by the huge man and glanced over his shoulder to see if his cock was as impressive as the rest of his physique but Chef was still clad in his apron and G-string. He lifted his hand and showed him a very long cucumber that had been smeared it what seemed to be the same liquid that the long finger was oiling his hole. Troy jolted as the probing finger found his prostate and massaged it until he felt he couldn’t take any more.

“Fuck me! Fill me with that huge cock I know you have under your apron!” Troy gasped. Grabbing each of his own arse cheeks and spreading them wide for the onslaught he knew was coming. Chef smiled and removed his finger replacing it with the vegetable dildo, it was cold from the refrigerator, the cooling sensation doused the fire in Troy’s butt and the combination was driving him crazy. Bucking wildly he allowed as much of the huge tool inside him as was possible but when he glanced over his shoulder again noted that only half of it was consumed.

Troy’s attention is drawn away from the invader inside him as another cook entered the store room as started selecting produce from the various containers. Chef saw the handsome young cook and ordered him to ‘drop to and give him 20’, the man drops to his knees and lifts the Chef’s apron to reveal the white G-string stretched out of shape by the massive cock trapped inside. “That’s right Willie, suck on my fat cock” the young cook licked his lips nervously as he removed the thin piece of fabric. Chef’s cock jumped out in relief, almost poking out the eye of the cook on his knees. The huge tool bulged with thick veins and perfect mushroom head. The cook was familiar with most of the other staff but somehow had managed to avoid the monster he was faced with now, he licked the pre-cum off the oozing slit and opened wide to take as much as he could in.