Jizz Club: Cum Bucket Wall of Fame

by Alex

18 Sep 2019 4398 readers Score 8.1 (35 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Imagine your dream job whether it be a singer, a boss of a company, a job that pays your bills. Whatever your dream job is, I bet it’s nothing like my dream. This was always my dream, it’s just now I found a way for it to pay my rent and I fucking love that.

It’s the tourist destination for the ultimate gay vacation. And I work inside the building. On the outside, it looks like nothing special. Just some warehouse in the middle of nowhere, 3 miles outside the center city of Detroit, Michigan. It used to be a place where General Motors manufactured cars. Their assembly lines and conveyors ran right through here. And now, it’s turned into something much more special.

On the main floor of the building, you’ll find the usual gay destinations like “Jockstrap” which is our gay nightclub. Guests are encouraged to wear nothing but jockstraps but others choose to wear mesh so all the other guys can see through the fabric to their best attributes. The music blares every night and lights can get distracting when you work there and see nothing but strobe lighting for hours on end. But I don’t work on that side of the building. Those jobs are reserved for the friendlier customer service people.

Upstairs in the loft of the nightclub, there are bathroom stalls with no toilets or urinals. Don’t get me wrong, we have urinals and toilets but those are off to the side of the dance floor and out of view. These upstairs stalls are reserved for more casual things. And that’s why we have three-inch holes drilled out between each of them. But the back wall of every stall is clear glass, allowing nightclub guests on the dance floor to watch other guests get blown or fucked through glory holes upstairs. Not everyone watches but it’s entertainment for those who come to the bar alone and have no one to talk to yet.

On the other side of the ground floor of the building is a spa and sauna for those guests who like more of the relaxing vacation. I sometimes find excuses to wonder over to that side of the building on my lunch breaks and pretend I’m a guest who loves using the steam room. What can I say? I love the smell of men’s sweat. I love it to an unhealthy level. Like, to the level where I sometimes take my lunch into the steam room and eat there just so the odor gets on my food.

Upstairs is the hotel where guests can stay in private rooms. Some rooms are suites for couples, others are made for groups, and more towards the bottom half of rooms are the singles.

Some folks stay here only for a night. Those are the guests who might be hiding something from their wives and can only find an excuse to get out of their cities for one night at a time. Other guests come here for a weekend or a full week. And others come here every other week for a few days at a time. They aren’t locals, they just like coming here. And with good reason. This place is heaven to gay folks.

There are rules at this resort though. We are an equal opportunity employer so there are women who work here. They can work in the kitchen or as house cleaning attendants. I promise, it’s not to keep women with their stereotypes, it’s for a completely different reason. I promise. It’s so guests only ever see guys working here. We try to keep it as a bunch of dudes at any of the entrances or room service so guests don’t ever feel like they will be judged inappropriately.

There are only two rules for guests which apply even for the pool outside the back entrance to the building. First is that they respect our staff at all times and not make unwanted advances or gestures. And second, you’re welcome to wear clothes if you want but the less clothing, the better. That is of course besides one nice restaurant on the second floor which you have to wear a tie. But there are no rules as to where that tie has to be tied onto your body and no rules as to how much other clothing you have to wear. For that reason, this place isn’t for those under 18 and all guests sign wavers that they are alright with seeing others completely nude for days on end. I mean really, it’s not a horrible thing to sign off on…nude guys for your entire vacation…check yes please.

Like most hotels, we have room service from the kitchen. You can order any drink we serve in the bar, any meal we serve in either of the restaurants, heck…you can even ask us to order in from a local restaurant which delivers and we’ll be glad to bring it up to your room. But now this is sounding more like an ad than me telling you about my dream job and what I do for a living.

But let’s be honest, there are hotels and resorts out there which allow nudity. Pretty much every gay nightclub has glory holes in their bathroom stalls. Pretty much every spa has hot, sweaty dudes taking a load off and sometimes even some guy using his sweat as lube over in the corner. And every hotel I’ve ever heard of has room service. But we offer two things those resorts don’t. And that’s why guys fly across oceans to come here.

The first reason is our extra special room service. If you call in to the front desk and dial zero, you’ll talk to someone about ordering a drink or food to be delivered to your room. But if you dial six and then nine on the keypad, you can have a flesh jack and a dildo of your choice delivered to your room along with some lube in a nice black briefcase so others in the hotel won’t know what you ordered. You can also ask for condoms or an assortment of adult items but those two items are the most requested for guys who didn’t seem to strike a date downstairs in the nightclub or the spa.

And the second reason is exactly where I work, downstairs in the basement. When I first walked in here for my interview, I almost jizzed my pants and my jaw dropped to the floor. And I guess it’s fitting and that’s the reason they named this basement the “Jizz Club”. Guests who wish to use this floor of the building during their stay must go through a quick swab for STD testing and they pay an extra two hundred bucks a night. But if you meet those criteria, your electronic wrist band allows you to come down here using any of the elevators.

As soon as you get off the elevator in the basement, you’ll see a wall to your left and cages to your right of the lobby but our guests are encouraged to first walk up to the check-in counter and ask the boy for your favorite kind of lube and you’ll get a free bottle each day or night you come down here. You can also get bottles of water, any stronger drink you wish, and extra special shot glasses which I’ll tell you about later.

Just like the hotel a couple floors up, there are plenty of rooms down here too but none of these rooms have beds or showers or anything. In fact, there are no bathrooms down here at all besides one room which is labelled “Urinal Boy”. And as you might expect, there is just one drone inside, chained to the floor on his hands and knees, blindfolded, with a funnel leading into his mouth. Don’t worry, Sean likes the taste of piss so please don’t feel bad for him.

There are other special rooms like the one labelled “Milking Room”. And if you go in there, our attendant, Jack will tie you up into what looks like a dentist chair with arm and leg restraints. He hooks you up to a milking machine and make you cum over and over again until you’ve hit the number of hours you requested or Jack’s desired amount of semen milked from your cock. And you might be asking yourself what we do with all that cum from all the guys who are milked. But fear not, remember those extra special shot glasses you can drink at the check-in desk of the lobby, well…that’s not cow’s milk you’re drinking.

Another room is labelled “The Benches”. Imagine a picnic table with holes cut out from the wooden bench underneath you. Our bench master, David straps you up into wrist, leg and ankle cuffs and locks you to the bench. He picks a dildo which he thinks is right for a boy your size. Although you can always request a bigger dildo if you want the challenge or you can request other types of dildos such as a fisting one, a double penetration one, or any animal dildo you can think of. Like I said, we don’t judge down here. David straps the dildo into a fuck machine located below your seat. He lubes it up and turns it on. The more you squirm, the faster he turns up the hydraulic arm underneath you. Guests are forced to stay, getting fucked for hours with nothing to watch other than fellow guests in front of them getting fucked for hours too. Best part is, if the dildo messaging your prostate for so long makes you cum, I’ve heard David makes you get down, lick it up, and forces you to get back onto the bench.

Yet another room you’ll find down here is labelled “The Hook” where another of our room administrators will help you ride a machine similar to a tire-swing you might see outside someone’s yard. Like a tire swing, you hold onto the chain in front of you and straddle the bottom of the swing. Only on our version of the tire-swing, that tire is replaced with a dildo-like hook that gets put in your ass and the hook gets hoisted into the air. You can let go of the chain with one hand to jerk off onto the floor but then the dildo just goes deeper into your ass. But it’s up to you.

And finally, a room called “Skydive” which allows you to go into a proper wind tunnel and have the attendant jerk you off as you’re flying through the air. I mean sure, we have a room at the end of the hall which we switch out monthly to a new theme. This month it’s “The Driver” which has a full-sized car inside of it where guests can pretend it’s a hookup, get in the passenger seat, and get sucked off by our driver. But that room is mostly just so our resort marketing department has a new gimmick to make guest come back. And, as if it needs to be said here, with a club as fun as this one, you don’t need gimmicks to cum back.

If you come down to the basement with someone or with a group, you’re welcome to use any of the private rooms to either side of the lobby. Each of those rooms is equipped with pretty much anything your cock could desire from a sex swing, a fuck sawhorse bench, whips, trussing in the ceiling so guests can suspend their partners, and much more.

But I haven’t even told you much about the section of the club I work in. As you get off the elevator into the lobby of the “Jizz Club”, you’ll see cages to your right-hand side. Those are electronic and each of them holds a human puppy or a human drone. These cages are for the guests who come down here alone and want a personal fuck slave. You can easily swipe your electronic wrist band on the sensor above the cage you wish to use and that puppy or drone is yours for the next few hours. You can take them into any of the private sex rooms off to either side and do with them as you wish.

I’ve known guests who want their rental puppy or drone to get tied up in a swing and fuck their brains out for two hours straight. Other guests make their rental puppies tie them up. But again, don’t feel bad for these dozen or so puppies and drones. They like being caged and they like providing our guests with a more personal customer satisfaction. But also, don’t be surprised if you’re walking around the hotel upstairs and see a guest holding the leash of a human puppy walking on all four paws back to his personal hotel room. After all, for those few hours, that drone or puppy is your property.

But if you get off the elevator and look to your left, that’s where you might see me working a majority of my week. Sure, we all switch out so we get to experience it all but most of the time, I choose what we call “The Wall”. I know it just looks like a wooden wall with some holes cut out but behind it is my office. There are five of us who work here and we have the time of our lives.

Two of us kneel on the padded floor and our mouths are ready at any time for guests who want to use glory holes. One of us lays on our back on a padded plank and his legs are tied onto mounts in the ceiling so his ass can poke through the ass-sized hole in the wall and allow guests to fuck a random ass for as long as they wish. Another of us is tied onto a similar bench, only much higher in the air (at normal mouth and chin height) so his ass can stick out of the wall towards the lobby. This way guests can eat out his ass for as long as they like. They also can choose from an assortment of dildos and plugs on the shelf right beside the hole to use on that guy if they so choose. And finally, another of us is tied onto a saw horse and my ass sticks out of the ass-shaped hole in the wall towards the lobby for guests who prefer doggy-style fun. But from the lobby, all guests see are three asses sticking out of big holes in the wooden wall and two smaller holes where guests know they can find a soft mouth.

Basically, it allows guests to walk into the lobby and choose whatever their cock desires. They can fuck a random worker through the wall while watching four others do the same. They can pick up a drone or a puppy and take him into a private room. They can use those rooms on their own or with partners or groups. They can get milked, get fucked on the benches, or use Sean as a urinal. On my lunch breaks, I’ve even heard about guests who just come in, sit off to the side and jerk off or give hand jobs to each other. There really is no porn playing down here and you’re not even allowed your cell phone for fear of recording anything but if your cock goes flaccid from anything else other than having cum too many times already, there’s a problem. Either that or you definitely aren’t gay.

But I haven’t even told you the best part of our job. You’d think getting fucked or sucking off random guys for eight hours a day was reward enough besides the paycheck…but the lottery system really puts the cum icing on the jizz cake.

Each day of work, you might expect all of us workers to jerk off a lot. And believe me, it’s tempting. My first week here, I jerked off constantly while guests were using me. Or you might expect us to cum a lot after so many hours of our prostates being messaged by random sized dicks. But each time we cum, whether a guest makes us cum by jerking us or having us fuck them, forces us to cum, or we involuntarily cum on our own; our manager gives us a strike. And don’t worry, it’s not as if we get three strikes and we’re fired or anything like that. But the guy with the fewest strikes at the end of the week at lunch time on Sunday gets the weekly prize.

What is that prize you might ask? Well, upon entry to the Jizz Club, guests can also sign up for what we call the lottery. And each Sunday at lunch, the general manager of this whole place picks out a name from the bucket to a random contestant. Whichever of us employees jizzed the fewest times during the whole week is given that winning contestant’s name and room number. After our shift is over that night, we can go up to his room and surprise him. And that guest has to get our winning employee off in whatever way the employee wishes.

Sometimes when you win, it’s an older fellow and you just make him give you a blowjob. Other times, it’s a twink guest who you’re more than happy to lift his legs in the air and fuck his tight ass. One time winning the weekly prize, I even took a twink’s virginity. He came to the resort as a top, enjoyed the Jizz Club for five whole days as a dominant top; but after winning the lottery, I made him go home a man by making him bottom for the first time in his life.

But that’s why this is the best part of the job. As a worker in the Jizz Club, you basically get fucked and suck so many cocks all week that it becomes 40 hours of foreplay for you. You precum constantly, so much so that your cock gets tired of it. Your cock is primed and more than ready to cum by end of the week.

If you don’t win the prize, then you go home and fuck your boyfriend, use the company-supplied fleshjack, or you can wait until Monday when we’re allowed to come in early to use any of the rooms ourselves. But if you do win, then you have plenty of stored up cum ready to explode into some random guest. And it seems those guests love getting big loads. Some have even taken to Yelp and called winning our lottery in the Jizz Club, like winning the real lottery or called it the best part of their stay at the entire resort.

And that makes me smile, not just because I make so many guys cum into my ass that by the time we come back from lunch break, guys don’t really have to use lube anymore. It’s just that slippery from cum. But it makes me smile because I’m part of a team who has taken countless virginities, helped countless guys know what they truly want and helped them come out or at the very least, express to their partner what they want more of in the bedroom, and helped guys of all cock sizes, shapes, ages, and colors have a lasting memory from their trip to Detroit. They don’t sell magnets for our club in the airport on your way home. Although, we sell dick-shaped magnets and souvenir t-shirts in our store upstairs which read “I Jizzed in Detroit”.