Tips II

The interview with Alvaro, the owner of the bar, had gone very well and I left there savoring the load he had made me lick off the floor and his shoes. The truth is that just remembering made me hard, and imagining how they were going to use me to earn tips made me excited, but I had to wait until Friday.

When my master Carlos talked to me about that possibility, it didn't surprise me at all, as most important was his satisfaction and it turned him on to know that other guys were using me. Of course, he had to give his approval. He knew me very well and knew I would fit into what Alvaro was looking for.

I didn't hear anything from my new boss until Friday morning when I received a call.

-Hello Jose, I'm Alvaro.-

-Hello boss.- I responded, thinking about how he liked me to address him.

-We open at eight, but I want you here an hour earlier. I need to go over some details of your contract with you.

-Yes, boss. I'll be there.-

-Good boy. See you later.-

I arrived with a few minutes to spare. The shutter at the entrance was down, and at seven o'clock sharp my boss appeared in his car and got out, imposing as the first time I saw him. He was wearing dark pants that molded his strong legs with each step he took. Shirt tucked in, tight-fitting and rolled up, highlighting his huge forearms. He greeted me with a firm handshake and we headed to a smaller door. When we entered, it took me a few seconds to recognize the office where I had done the job tryout.

-Sit down- he ordered, pointing to a chair on the other side of his desk. I obeyed and sat down after him. Without saying anything, he took out his phone, tapped the screen a couple of times, and left it on the table. Two tones of a call were heard, and someone answered.

-Alvaro.- said an imposing voice, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Here is your dog, Carlos. Whenever you want."

-Jose, as you know, I'm out on the road for the next three weeks. Until then, you will do what Alvaro orders you to do. I want total obedience.

"Yes, Master." I replied submissively.

"Alvaro is in charge and you can only earn tips from whoever he tells you to." As my master Carlos spoke, I felt Alvaro's gaze fixed on me. I could see a small smile, don't know if it was out of satisfaction, lust, or excitement. Or maybe all at once.

-That's right, dog. In the absence of your master Carlos, I have control over you. You will work normally, serving drinks, cleaning... When it's time to earn a tip, you'll know. Meanwhile, you're just another waiter. And speaking of waiters; no discussing the tips with others.

"And no fucking, you know that." Added my master Carlos. "I want your hole as tight as possible until I return."

"Yes, Master." I replied submissively. My master Carlos's fucks were intense, but the ones he gave me when he returned from being away for a while were the best.

My master was a truck driver and had to do quite long routes every now and then, being away for two or three weeks. Before he left, he fucked and bred me, and during his absence, I was forbidden from fucking so that when he returned he could open my ass again.

"That's all, Alvaro. He's all yours." My master Carlos said goodbye and Alvaro remained silent for a while.

"Carlos has been very clear. Now I'm the one in charge." I nodded submissively. "Along the hallway, there are several rooms depending on what the client wants. I will tell you where and when. And with whom of course. And you will obey. Any questions, dog?"

"No, boss."

"Then put this on." Alvaro went to the closet, grabbed a black pants and a white T-shirt.

"When you change, you can get ready to open. You can go now."

"Yes, boss." I replied.

The main room of the bar was nothing special. It was large enough to have two bars and some bar stools, but the entire space was for dancing. At the back there were several doors: the bathroom area, the slightly more discreet dark room, and the entrance to the warehouse where the famous hallway was located, but for now I had only known Alvero's office, and it was a great way to get to know him.

The customers were slow to appear, the atmosphere was quiet. Some drinks on the terrace and not much more. I shared the shift with two more waiters: Manu and Cesar. Cesar handled a bar and the terrace, and Manu was in charge of supervising me. Both were wearing white tank tops and black pants. They both had good bodies, hairless and tanned.

Around 11 PM, things started to pick up a bit, but the crowd was still fairly young. Not that I didn't like them, but I totally succumbed to a good mature man. Alvaro showed up a few times to make sure everything was going well, and well past midnight, the place was packed. The music was loud and the atmosphere invited dancing and singing.

Between drinks, I saw Alvaro talking to several guys; joking, laughing, and occasionally fixing his gaze on me. I felt a bit nervous; there were no signs yet that I had to earn a tip, but a couple of songs later, Alvaro approached me. He nodded and I looked to the end of the bar.

"Serve my friend a beer and be attentive in case he needs more."

"Yes boss," I replied submissively. I grabbed a cold beer and approached to serve it, and as soon as I arrived, I could smell his perfume mixed with his natural musk.

He was about the same height as Alvaro, shaved head, but with a perfectly trimmed beard that gave his face a square shape. He had light, very expressive and penetrating eyes and a spectacular body. Through his shirt, I could see his well-developed chest and arms covered in hair. He was probably close to 50 years old.

"Here you go," I said, handing him the beer. He didn't respond, but took the bottle and took a long sip, never averting his penetrating gaze from me. It was magnetic, I couldn't decipher what he was thinking, but my mind flew imagining myself on my knees with my mouth full of cock, looking up at him submissively.

"Oh, the mixed drinks, Jose!" Manu suddenly said. I snapped out of my little trance and continued working the bar, glancing occasionally down to where Alvaro's friend was. Every time I looked in his direction, I found him looking at me, and at one point he gestured and pointed to his now empty bottle. Following my boss's orders, I served him another. He took a long sip, never taking his eyes off me, and after setting the bottle down, he licked his lower lip. I could glimpse a smirk, he even raised his eyebrows slightly, but this time it was Alvaro who caught my attention.

The eye game continued, Alvaro's friend was leaning on the bar. The opening of his shirt revealed his big hairy chest, and until now I hadn't noticed his huge hands. I ended up serving him a couple more beers, but when I brought him the last one, Alvaro, who was by his side again, ordered me to serve him a bottle of water.

They stood talking for a while. I felt their gazes occasionally fixed on me, but since it was busy and they didn't give any more orders, I focused on serving drinks. Manu asked me to go pick up the glasses and glasses that people had left around the room, and when I returned and looked down at the end of the bar, both Alvaro and his friend had disappeared.

I looked through the crowd trying to find them; two large men like them would stand out, but there was no trace of them, so now I picked up the glasses that had accumulated on the bar, wiped it down, and continued serving drinks until the music stopped. Manu reminded me it was time for a little drag show, so I enjoyed the show while keeping an eye out in case we were asked for a drink.

When it ended, Alvaro showed up behind the bar and gestured for me to come closer.

-Storage room.- He ordered. Suddenly my heartbeats accelerated. I was going to earn my first tip. Alvaro entered first. I followed. We left behind bottles and other utensils and reached one of the side doors.

"As soon as you enter that door, the client is in charge."

"Yes, boss." I replied nervously.

"No fucking." he said, recalling the words of my master Carlos.

"Understood, sir."

"Go ahead." Alvaro opened the door. The room was in semi darkness and it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust, but I soon saw that it was a glory hole. There were several holes at different heights on a wall. Some closer than others. There was a door in front, which I entered, but didn't get close, so I waited. Then, a cock appeared from one of the holes.

I approached, knelt down, and took a few seconds to inhale and savor that scent that I loved so much. It wasn't fully hard yet, so I gave it some soft kisses followed by licks. The person on the other side moved a bit closer, revealing some neatly trimmed pubic hair, so I continued licking from the base to the tip. After a few licks, the cock was hard. It was about 18 cm long and thick, seeing it hard increased my desire to take it in my mouth, so I continued licking slowly from time to time, staying on the tip with circular movements. Then, in one of those licks, I opened my mouth wide and took it all in. I looked up and started sucking. I slid it in and out of my mouth with slow and fast movements. Occasionally, I did it a bit rough to make it hit my throat and generate more saliva. I pulled it out completely and left it out for a few seconds, smelling it, watching it pulsate, licking slowly from the base to the tip, and swallowing it again.

I started to hear deep pleasure moans, sucked and pressed my lips when it was all the way in, and when the tip was about to come out of my mouth. I kept it out and licked it hard and fast. Then I raised my hand and grabbed it.

"Hands behind your back, dog." A deep voice that I didn't know ordered. I obeyed and continued licking and sucking, hearing the moans intensify.

"Fuck..." he sighed. "Oh... fucker." he groaned as his tip reached my throat.

"More," he ordered. With my mouth full of cock, I opened as best as I could, felt the push before a small gag. He groaned deeper and pulled out after releasing a little saliva trail that I quickly licked. Now the cock was harder than at the beginning, pulsating more, so I went back with my mouth. I sucked faster, pressing my lips harder, and the guy kept groaning. After a couple more gags, it was clear this mouth fucking was going to end in cum. Pulling out of my mouth, he ran a saliva trail that I didn't hesitate to lick. He then firmly gripped his hard cock and rubbed it over my entire beard. I stuck out my tongue and he slapped me with it several times; also on the cheek. After that, with his big hand, he held my chin, lifted my head, released a thick and abundant saliva, and leaned enough to kiss me.

I felt that strong kiss as if he had rammed the cock back into my throat, and as our saliva mixed and tongues intertwined, I heard him panting and groaning with excitement. He grabbed my chin again, released a second glob of saliva into my mouth, but instead of kissing, he pulled me back and shoved his cock all the way in.

Panting uncontrollably and moaning like a beast, I knew this last face fuck was going to end in a cumshot, and after several thrusts, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked it a couple of times until a thick load of cum shot out towards my face. I closed my eyes to feel all that hot essence that he continued shooting onto me, and when he stopped panting heavily, I opened them. In front of me, I saw that imposing man breathing heavily, his huge chest rising every time he took a breath. His cock was still hard, and while panting, he locked eyes with me with his penetrating gaze, smiling.

"So good..." he said between gasps. "You're going to be mine." he smiled with lust. With that, he took a step back, grabbed his still hard cock, and after a few seconds, he started peeing on me.

I suddenly felt his long, hot stream first on my pants, then on my shirt, and finally on my face.

"Look at me, dog." he ordered. I looked up and met his gaze while he doused me with his piss. He groaned as he did it, smiling with lust. I felt my shirt sticking to my body thanks to his long and hot piss, and after a few more seconds, he shook it on my cheek.

"Clean it, mutt." he ordered. Obediently, I put my mouth around it, now less hard than before, and cleaned it thoroughly. I felt a intense mix of flavors that only made me long for him to submit me, and I looked at him with lust in my eyes. There I was, on my knees before a mature man who still panted from the face fuck he had given me with my face and beard covered in cum and freshly pissed on. He smiled with lust, sure that he could read that look of submission.

After several more licks, he pulled it out of my mouth and before saying goodbye, he ran his big hand over my face, gathered cum and pee remnants, and pushed three fingers into my mouth.

"Good dog." he said smiling. "You're going to be mine." he repeated before turning around and leaving through the door he had entered.