Chapter Two: The Deal.
The next day, he had gotten his training and met the rest of the team. Mostly younger men like himself, he had realized with slight disappointment. The odds of some easy hot nights with female teammates down the corridor seemed less likely. But he had yet to explore the rest of the town and hadn’t even opened his dating platforms yet. Something would come up, he reassured himself.
Now he was at the bar, doing his first shift. The bar was dimly lit, and quiet music was playing in the background. Only a few customers were at the bar, as it was still early. Jake already felt comfortable in this space and thought he would probably enjoy his time here. A confident smile lit up his face.
At around 8 pm, a tall man came in from the lobby and sat down at the bar. He must have been 6’4, definitely taller than Jake. He was wearing grey suit trousers with a thin leather belt and a pale blue shirt, which sat tightly over what appeared to be a mountain of muscle. He looked like some of the guys in Jake’s gym who seemed to live their lives on the weight machines. He obviously took great care of himself. His thick, short-cropped dark hair framed a tanned face with almost no wrinkles, except for friendly lines around his husky blue eyes. His swooping lips and his cute, small-ish nose softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Jake came over to him to take his order: “What can I do for you today?”
The man looked at Jake for a moment. “That’s a great question,” he smiled a friendly smile, which showed his perfectly straight white teeth. He was 40 or 45, maybe. And his whole body seemed to be charged with the power and presence of somebody in his prime. Jake had felt the room change slightly when the man had entered the bar. He respected him instantly, though he didn’t really know why.
Minutes later, Jake brought him his Old Fashioned and was about to move away again when the man stopped him. “I should tip you really well, you know?” “Well, you haven’t tasted the drink yet. It’s my first night here. So be patient with me. But I’m glad you’re happy so far.” Jake was slightly confused by the comment, but was happy that things seemed to be going ok on his first shift. “No, I don’t mean that.” The man waited for Jake to come nearer again. “I mean for your strong performance earlier this afternoon. In your room. In front of the mirror.” He had left long pauses between the last two sentences.
The penny had dropped, and Jake's face changed from surprise into embarrassment and, finally, into fear in the span of just a few milliseconds. “I am so sorry about that. That shouldn’t have happened. As I said, I am new here and I’m not really settled in yet, and I was so exhausted from traveling and so I just…” His voice trailed off.
The man looked calmly at him, took a sip from his glass, and then flashed a conspiratorial smile. “No worries. But I mean it. It was quite the show, young man.” Jake didn’t know what to say. “Well, it won’t happen again. Thanks for letting me know that my room can be seen from across the courtyard. I will take greater care in the future.”
“What a shame.” The man looked straight at Jake and then took another sip. “I am Daniel, by the way.” He held out a massive hand and reached over the bar for a handshake. “I’m Jake.” He took his hand and got an idea of the full force of the strange man in front of him. “Listen, I usually like to get straight to the point. Is that ok with you?” Jake nodded his head and felt his legs slightly trembling. “What happened is not a problem at all. I had fun with it.” Jake couldn’t see it from where he was standing, but as Daniel was saying this, he was grabbing his own bulge under the counter.
“You know, I come here every year and meet with a couple of friends from all over the world. Some of us stay here in the hotel, some of us in a villa nearby. We are regulars, if you will. And we like to have a good time. Most of us have big, stressful jobs.” Here, his hands rose to his head, where they mimed an explosion. “And in the summer, we need to unwind. Like, really let go of all the stress. And we’ve come up with a bit of a tradition, where we invite younger men – like yourself – to the villa to enjoy a couple of fun nights together with the gang. No strings attached, you know. We are not here for romance. We want fun.” With that, he pushed the glass aside that had sat between them. Jake didn’t say anything as he was trying to catch up with what Daniel was saying.
“We call ourselves the Big Boys Club. You know… big as in tall, older, muscly.” He flexed his massive arms on the last word for a flash second and made it look like his shirt sleeves were about to explode. “And, of course, big as in… big.” Once again, he grabbed his crotch underneath the counter. Daniel had mainly meant the gesture to underline his words, but this time, he really needed to get his hands down there to rearrange his growing dick as it was fighting for space in his pants.
“We are around 15 to 20 guys. Sometimes less, sometimes more. We normally have around 5 to 10 guys who we invite over. And this year, we have already found our little entertainment group. But we never say no when there’s an opportunity to add to the stable, if you know what I mean. And your little show earlier today had me wondering whether you’d enjoy that? And before you ask: It’s all paid, don’t worry. As I said, we have good jobs and are happy to make it worth your while. I can explain the details later. That is, if you are interested.”
Jake was shocked and at a loss for words. He wanted to punch the man in the face, but quickly gathered himself enough to simply say: “I’m straight. But thanks for your offer. I’m flattered, I guess. But I’m straight.” The man smiled his broad smile at him again. “That’s no problem, Jake. I mean, that you are straight. As I said, we are not looking for romance. So who you’d like to fall in love with in your private time is really of no interest to us. We simply want your services for a couple of hours. We don’t really need you to fancy us. It’s perfectly sufficient if we fancy you. You get it? And I reckon for some of us it’s even a bit of a turn on, when they are fucking a straight piece of meat instead of the worn-out hole of a gay guy.”
“Wait, so you don’t want me to fuck you?” Jake had still not really caught up with what was laid out in front of him and was bewildered by the kind of conversation that he was suddenly drawn into, completely out of nowhere.
Daniel laughed and drew a little closer to Jake, leaning over the counter of the bar. “No, sweetheart. You’ve got it all wrong. It’s cute, but wrong. Look, I’ve seen your dick and it’s nothing compared to what’s raging down there in my own trousers right now. No offense. I’ve set a rule for myself long ago: that I only get fucked by dicks bigger than my own. And they are hard to come by, let me tell you. Come to think of it, I’ve only ever been fucked once. Many, many years ago, by a couple of bulls in Madrid with no mercy. And my hole needed a full week to recover from that. I don’t need that in my life. But you know… I’ve come to learn that some guys just want exactly that… the feeling of being split open and filled to the max by prime dick. And there’s something about you that tells me you might be one of them. Maybe you don’t even know it yourself.” He winked at Jake.
Jake heard what was being said to him, but couldn’t really register what was happening. He composed himself and painted a formal, professional smile on his face. “Thank you for your offer. That is really kind of you. But I’m afraid I can’t take you up on it. Enjoy your stay, though.” And with that, he walked away.
After that, the man had ordered one more Old Fashioned, but they had exchanged no more words for the rest of the evening. Although he had been rebuffed, Daniel seemed content, sipping his drink and smiling to himself. Half an hour later, he left the bar without a word. As a tip, he had left a 100 Euro note and a small piece of paper on which he had simply written: “2,5k per session. 5k with extras. Think about it. Room 105.”
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It was shortly after 10 pm on the next day. Jake’s shift had just ended, and he stood in front of room 105, mustering some courage.
Initially, he had tried to forget the whole episode. But the thought of his strange encounter with Daniel crept back into his mind again and again. There was something about him that Jake admired. He didn’t think he found him attractive as such. He was straight, after all. But Daniel's confidence, the way he spoke and moved, his whole presence, had Jake wondering what it would be like to get to know him better. To at least hear him out. And what tipped it over the edge was the money.
He knocked on the door and immediately heard movement inside. The door opened, and Daniel stood in front of him in just a loose T-shirt and grey joggers. “Nice surprise. Come on in.” He gestured into the room, and Jake lingered in the doorway for a second until he came in. “Sit down. Do you want something to drink?” Initially, Jake wanted to decline, but then he asked for a beer. Daniel fetched two cans from the minibar and sat across from Jake at a small table.
“You’ve reconsidered?”
Jake nodded.
“Then say it.”
Jake gulped. “I’ve thought about it and I want to know more before I make a decision. Like… like what am I supposed to do for you and stuff?”
“Great to hear you have thought about it. I can say that I’ve also thought about you.” Jake twitched in his seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“No worries. Nothing’s gonna happen here today. Just a chat.” Jake relaxed again and took a sip from his beer.
“So here is what you need to know. Listen closely, okay?” Daniel put his elbows on the table, folded his hands together, leaned over to Jake, and looked at him throughout everything that he now said:
“If we all agree, you will be booked for one session, or more. One session usually means one night, from roughly 10 pm to 6 am the next morning. There will usually be 15 to 20 tops present, all men like me. From all over the world. Some from the US, some from Europe, some from the Middle East, from Russia, from South America. They are total tops, which means they are doing the fucking. There will also be bottoms present: guys who get fucked. Usually around 5 to 10 guys. The numbers vary, and I can’t really guarantee the setup of each night, ok? The main thing is: The bottoms are there to serve the tops – within the limits that are agreed beforehand. Some bottoms go further than others. Some tops demand more than others. But it usually works out quite nicely in the end. Okay so far?”
Jake nodded slowly.
“Good. The minimum requirement is that each bottom is ready to blow every top, rim every top, and get fucked by every top. As often as is required of them and with no exceptions. Which means: You don’t get to choose who sticks his dick inside of you. I mean, if you like what I look like, you’ll like the others. We are all roughly the same type: Handsome and quite a handful.” He winked at Jake, who flashed an insecure smile.
“You can do the math on how many dicks up your holes that might amount to on a night. No worries, you’ll get breaks in between to catch your breath. But at the end of the day, we pay you, and you are there to please us. If you enjoy it as well, that’s great. But we usually don’t give a damn if you come once, twice, or never. And don’t make the mistake of cumming and then being too exhausted to continue, okay? The last guy who did that had to be fucked in action again, and his hole paid the price for it. You get me?” Jake didn’t react.
“And the limits?”
“Good question. We don’t play dirty: no piss, scat, blood, or any of that stuff. And no drugs aside from poppers, weed, and drinks. Most of the tops like to stay sober for their playtime anyway. Some of us like to play rough, but nothing that inflicts permanent harm. When it gets too much, there’s a safe word that everybody respects. Just remember: If you use the safe word, the party is over for you, we put you in a cab immediately, and you don’t get the second part of the money. So basically, yeah, it can get quite intense. As I said at the bar: We have stressful lives and the parties are our attempt to… well… unload.”
“Okay, what else?”
“You need to be well prepared, like your hole needs to be clean and stuff. But that’s the easy part. I can give you all the instructions for that when we have closed our little deal here.”
“Will… will I… do you think I will be able to handle it? Like I’ve never been fucked before. Isn’t it totally stupid to start doing that with a bunch of guys who call themselves the big boys?
“Well… it’ll be quite the learning curve; I’ll give you that. We start at 8 inches. So there will be no one smaller than that. And lots of guys are much bigger than that, to be fair. But I mean, we had tight guys before, and we managed to loosen them up. It’s all about the right preparation, and there’ll be plenty of stuff to help you with that. The first party of the season is in six days. So you’ve got some time.”
“And the money? I guess 2.5k with a condom and 5k for barebacking? I know it’s a big thing in the gay community, right?”
Daniel breathed a small laugh. “No, if you don’t want our juice inside of you, that’s your loss. Some bottom guys milk every last drop from our dicks. But suit yourself. All of us are on prep, and most of us like to bareback. But if that’s not your thing, condoms are fine as well. We have plenty in stock in our size.”
“Okay, so...,” Jake tried to move Daniel along.
“So that means it’s 2.5k for what I’ve described to you, with or without a condom. And the bonus? Well, you’ll get the extra cash if you are ready to do three things: DP, being filmed, and getting fucked by Jakov.”
“Wait, what? Who is Jakov? And filmed for what?
“Okay, so you know what DP stands for, good boy. Maybe not as innocent as we thought, eh?” he smiled at Jake. “The filming is for our… I guess you can call it a private collection. It gets uploaded nowhere publicly. It exists on a private server and is just for our pleasure. We can negotiate you wearing a mask, but hiding that pretty face takes half the fun away. I certainly would want to look in your face when I have my dick inside of you.” Jake felt himself blushing.
“Ah, look at you. That’s exactly what I mean… such a pretty face. But anyway. Jakov? Well, he is our biggest guy. From Croatia. At least that’s what he says. 13 solid inches. And hard to wrap your hand around. It’s pretty brutal, I’m not going to lie. If he comes to a session, you’ll definitely have to blow him, but you’ll only have to get fucked by him when you want the full 5k. Some guys do it, and then we usually all sit around and watch the show. He’s not just big, he’s got stamina, okay? But anyway… not sure he’ll be here this time around anyway.”
“Okay, got it. Well, I don’t want to get filmed and DP sounds a bit much for a start.”
“Ok… but you are up for the rest then?”
“I think I want to give it a try, yes!”
“Great, so I’ve mentioned preparation. If we shake hands on the whole thing, then you get the first half of the money now and the second straight after the party. All cash. When you walk out of here with your money, you will need to start preparing immediately, as much for your own sake. Andrés has all the details on that for you; you can just go to him.”
“Andrés? My boss? You mean he knows about all of this?”
“Yes, of course he does.”
“But…”
“Please don’t bore me with those kinda questions, ok? Just go to Andrés. You can ask him anything, and he’s there to help you.”
Jake nodded again, now knowing what to make of this new turn of events, but sensing that it was pointless to ask Daniel more questions about this.
“Okay, then I just need to have another good look at you, ok? I had that show from across the courtyard the other day, but the guys trust me to bring them only the best material. Get undressed for me.”
“What? Now?”
“Yes, of course, now.” Daniel stood up and waited. “Come on.”
“I’m not sure. I mean… can we do this later,” Jake muttered.
“I’m gonna make it less awkward for you, boy. We’re both gonna be naked for this.” And with that, Daniel dropped his joggers and pulled off his T-shirt. Jake took a little step backward. From one second to another, Daniel stood fully naked in front of him. He folded his hands across his massive chest, his arms bursting with rocks of muscle. His whole body seemed to be pumped with strength and power, from his broad shoulders down to quads the size of tree trunks. In the middle of his impressive body, two deeply defined V lines led to his crotch, where Jake’s eyes lingered for a moment. There was no other way to say it: Daniel’s dick was massive. It dropped heavily down from his body, lightly leaning to the side as if it was just having a rest before waking up again. Underneath his cock, his huge balls hung lowly like two juicy pears. His whole body was tanned and his skin was slightly glistening, like he had just returned from the beach. Daniel stood in front of Jake like a warrior god, both intimidating and reassuring.
“Like what you see?” Daniel swung around his dick lightly and smiled a cheeky smile. “Good. Now get naked. It’s no different than in the gym showers.”
Jake slowly removed his T-shirt and dropped his shorts, and waited. “And the rest,” growled Daniel with slight impatience. “Come on.” Now Jake pulled down his trousers. He was now fully naked and felt a hundred different feelings, completely unable to process them.
“Nice, very nice. Now turn around.”
Jake did as he was told, and Daniel exhaled when Jake’s round ass came into sight.
“Bend over and spread your butt cheeks for me, and then we’re done.”
“Is that really necessary?” asked Jake. “I mean, you know what an asshole looks like, I guess. Sounds like you have fucked enough to remember.”
“Listen, I wouldn’t answer back like that on the night. The sooner you get used to obeying orders, the better. It’ll make it much smoother for you, I promise, sweetheart. So be a good boy and spread your cheeks for me. Now.” Jake swallowed his pride and did as he was told. His hole looked soft and pink and fresh, like it had never been touched. Daniel imagined his fat dick pressing into the warm opening, pushing aside the rosy flesh. Daniel stopped his own thoughts. He didn’t want to get carried away.
“That’s fine. You’re in great shape, I have to say. You can get dressed now.”
When Jake turned around, Daniel held out a thick bundle of cash to him. “That’s the first half. Take it. There’s an extra 100 Euros in there for you, showing me your little hole just now. And now get to it,” Jake took the money and then didn’t know what to do. He suddenly felt that Daniel wanted him to start his services now and hesitantly moved to get on his knees.
“What are you doing?” asked Daniel.
“I thought you said that I should get to it… I thought you meant…”
“I like your thinking, boy. And as much as I would like to, I can't. You see, neither of us is allowed to touch any of our bottom recruits until the whole group has had a chance to play with him. So nothing happens here tonight. And now get going, which means: start getting prepared.” Daniel motioned for Jake to leave the room, and when Jake had dressed, he left and closed the door behind him. He paused for a moment. What was happening, he wondered? He couldn’t believe how quickly and how far he had been dragged into this strange story.
Inside the room, Daniel stood still. While the thoughts of Jake’s hole sent blood pulsing through his stirring dick, he tried to control himself. He wanted to resist the temptation to jack off now. It wasn’t time yet. With a few deep breaths, he regained his composure, grabbed his phone from the table, opened a Telegram chat group, and wrote: “He’s perfect. This is gonna be epic. Get ready, boys.”
Immediately, a flow of messages came in from the others:
“We’ll drown that pussy. 💦 🌊 ”
“🥜 🧨 Boys, I’m bursting already!”
“So who’s gonna be 🥇? You, Daniel?”
“No, I’ll wait until some of you smaller guys have opened him up for me. 🌭 ;)”
“Bastard! 😈 But yeah, ok, I call dibs then. I'm going in first.”
The last comment was given the thumbs up and high fives by lots of other guys. Then Daniel saw the guy, who had just moved himself to the top of the line, typing again. With a ping, his message appeared:
“I still remember the last straight guy I prepared for you, boys.” And below that appeared a short video. It had been taken with a phone. The footage was dark. It showed a naked guy from behind, apparently standing on all fours, panting heavily. He was masked and his body was covered with sweat. The camera wandered downwards and showed his ass, where a massive dick in a red condom was just plopping out of his hole, only to immediately start pressing against it again. “You want a break?” asked the voice behind the phone. The top with the phone seemed to stop his dick’s pressure, waiting for a reply. After a moment, the guy on all fours turned his masked head around, took a deep breath, and just said: “No, fuck it, let's go on. Open me up for good now.” Roaring and celebratory shouting from other men was heard from outside the shoot. The dick then pushed inside with one endless stroke, the footage got shaky, and then cut off.
