The continuation of Adam Russell's new life in an alternate world where mythological races are all real. This is the end of Adam's first shift at The Wild House and his first weekend off.
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Contains: m/m, interspecies, and many other fetishes
Chapter 4
I readjust myself in the sling as the dwarf from earlier finishes emptying his fourth load into me for the night. He and his friends have made liberal use of me, but he's been the most insatiable by far. I expected to be more tired at this point with only another thirty minutes of my shift left, but I feel surprisingly energetic. Cobalt left about an hour ago and it appears Garrett will stay as the closing bartender this evening. Only a handful of other customers have come in after the original four and I wonder if weekdays are really that slow or if it just happens to be a particularly slow night. Two of the new customers are ram beastmen who have had me blow them twice each, but seem more interested in getting drunk than anything else.
The other server, Tom, is a demon with dark purple skin, large black horns, a fit muscular body, and based on his uniform and performance this night is one of the top servers. He, in sharp contrast to Tarron, has been very friendly and welcoming to me since his shift started at eight. When Tarron left at midnight, Cobalt was surprised to see his attitude towards me had not changed even after handling my customers and the job very well. I was less surprised considering I insulted him, and my intuition tells me that most people probably treat him with less...hostility. Regardless, Tom has been a welcome change of pace and I could see myself becoming quick friends with him, flashing him a friendly smile every time he does the same for me. He's currently in the server rotation and is delivering drinks to the two twink elves who are in complete awe of his body. I smirk at their admiration and can't blame them for their excitement. I lean my head back and sigh. It didn't take long for me to realize that sling is easily the most relaxing position for a bottom server. However I can see that not being the case on a busier night.
Just when I start to think the last half hour of my shift will only consist of leisurely laying in the sling the front doors open and I can hear the sound of horse hoofs clopping against the tiled floor. As far as I can tell, most stallion beastmen seem to wear shoes, that could possibly concealing hooves, but considering the shape I find it unlikely. I turn to see a centaur walking in and I marvel at his staggering size. A jet black horse's body that stands almost six feet on its own and an upper half of a muscular man with a furry chest and tan skin. He scopes the dance floor and spots me, looking so ravenous I wonder if he's going to attack me. He clops over towards me and traces a hand down my thigh.
"Well aren't you a cute one," he says in a sultry voice. Up close I can see he's quite handsome with a dark, trimmed beard, dimples, and striking green eyes. I can't help but look down to the horse half and see his cock lengthening out of its sheath already nearing a foot long. His balls are the size of grapefruits and I wonder if this might be a bit more than I can honestly handle.
"Heh...take a good look slut. I can smell a mare in heat from a mile away, and your boy pussy is begging for some horse cock."
I gulp and wonder how he could possibly even mount me in this position when he rears up and I wince as I think he's about to slam his weight on top of me. Instead his front hooves appear to brace himself on two divots in the wall behind me that I hadn't noticed before and his now fully erect cock is pointed right at my sloppy hole. It has to be close to two feet long and thicker than anyone's I've been with.
"Take a deep breath slut." I comply and do everything in my power to relax my entrance as much as possible when he starts prodding the thick, veiny shaft against my used hole. Luckily the loads of the customers before me have me properly lubed, but I still gasp as his flared head pushes into me, stretching me wider than ever before.
"Gahh! F-Fuck!" I shout as he keeps pushing in. Not long after he starts, the entire flared head slips in with a wet pop and a stream of the dwarf's cum spills from me. I can hear him grunting above me as he continues to shift his weight forward and bury inch after inch of his shaft inside of me. When I think he must be fully inside I feel the ring slip inside as well. Far from fully in.
"Ughhh! All the way to the ring without complaint. I think you're gonna make me a regular customer slut." Rather than pausing to celebrate this small victory he keeps applying more pressure and sinking further into me. Even though he certainly isn't reaching as deep as Cobalt did earlier, it feels that way and he's much thicker. I look down to see his cock creating a visible bulge in my stomach and he thrusts forward quickly, slamming the last four inches inside of me.
"AHHNN!" Despite the intense pressure on my insides I still don't feel any pain from being impaled on his enormous equine cock and wonder if Cobalt's assistance earlier has anything to do with it or if I've really just become a true slut who can handle any sized cock. Probably a combination of the two to be perfectly honest.
"Mmm...not an easy feat to take a centaur's cock. I'll definitely be back, and I'll be bringing friends." I whimper as his thick rod throbs within me and he doesn't even give me a warning before he starts to withdraw over half of the veiny shaft before thrusting it back into me. His heavy sack slaps against my ass, giving me an even better idea of just how much sperm he has saved up in there. It's a good thing only symbiotes and demons can get men pregnant. He moans and then starts thrusting in and out at a rapid pace, his balls slapping against my ass with every stroke. I look up to see his face, but from this position all I can see is the belly of his horse half.
"Ahhh! Mmmnn! Ahhh!" I turn my head enough to see our audience. The customers, as well as Tom and Garrett, look completely stunned as the centaur fucks me balls deep at a vicious pace that's only getting faster and rougher with every passing second. Each time he pulls his throbbing member out of me it threatens to drag my insides out with it only to be slammed back in down to the base. He continues on for another fifteen minutes like this, forcing guttural moans and grunts from me, until I feel his cock swell. The head flares to maybe twice its original size and his balls, resting against my ass, rise up and tighten. I can feel the surge of centaur seed rush up through his cock and then erupt into my bowels.
"Gonna fill you till you pop slut! Unnggg!" Just one shot of his spunk into my insides feels like a fairly massive load. Then comes a second shot and a third. Each time his cock spews his seed into me, it's so forceful I can hear my guts gurgling with every new wave of cum that's pumped inside. He keeps cumming. Ten shots. Twenty shots. It only seems to slow down on the twenty-fifth shot and at this point my belly is as swollen as it was when Cobalt was inside me.
"God damn...I needed that." The centaur pushes away from the wall and unceremoniously pulls his entire length from my ass. I wince as the enormous head schlops out of my ruined hole and a flood of slimy, white cum pours out. He trots over to my side and pats his big hand on my heaving chest. "You did really good kid. Even other centaurs can have trouble taking all of me."
I'm so exhausted all I can do is give him a thumbs up which gets a chuckle out of him as he heads to the bar for a drink. Tom runs over, helps me down from the sling, and half carries me to the bathroom in the back. He sets me down on one of the toilets to let the gallons of centaur seed drain out of me while I catch my breath.
"You know...just in case you were wondering. Taking an entire centaur's cock...that news is gonna spread quickly." He shakes his head in disbelief as he pushes down on my stomach to get out all of the thick cum. "Good thing it's the end of your shift." I nod and wait for the majority of the centaur spunk to leak out before rising to my feet.
"Thanks man," I say, still a little out of breath.
"No problem. You did really well for your first shift. Never seen a human so...eager..." He flashes a handsome smile which I return.
"Could I get your number? Would be nice to have some more friends, being new to town...and this world." He laughs at this and walks to the breakroom with me where we exchange numbers on each other's phone. He gives me a friendly wave and returns to the dance floor while I put on my clothes and hang up my uniform in a locker that's now labeled with my name. Before leaving I knock on Griff's office door and I hear him call me inside. When I step in he's kicked back in his office chair slowly jerking off his big green cock with a smirk.
"So how'd you like the job boy?" I take a seat in the other open chair on the other side of his desk with a content smile.
"I love it. Part of me thinks I shouldn't enjoy it so much, but I really do." He grins, showing off his large teeth and tusks as he spreads his legs a little wider.
"Glad you'll be sticking around then. And let go of those thoughts boy. Maybe in the world you came from this is something to be ashamed of, but not here. You can tell anyone you know what your job is with pride and they won't bat an eye. Well they might want to get a shot at that fine ass of yours, but that prolly would have happened anyways." I scoff at this but smile and stand to leave.
"What? Ya just gonna leave me hanging like this?" I look down at the very tempting offer between his legs, but sigh and shake my head.
"Sorry boss, I just had my first...experience...with a centaur and I could really use some sleep." He looks at me like I caught fire and then cracks a wide grin.
"Ha, no way boy! In that case then yeah, go get some rest, but I want details later." He growls seductively at me as I grab my butt on the way out as one final tease. I walk out the employee exit and head around the building to my apartment. I lock the front door and stumble into my room where I drop down onto the bed. The second I remove my clothes and pull the blankets over me, I'm out like a light.
Just like the previous night my dreams take me to the same endless expanse of darkness that I float through without any kind of control. This time I manage to keep from panicking, but it just seems to go on forever. I slowly learn how to control the direction I'm drifting, but it seems to make little difference as every way I look is the same empty pit.
"Are you still here?" I ask quietly into the dark. Deep breaths, bordering on low growls become apparent behind me and I turn to see the mysterious person.
Instead, all I see is more of the eternal darkness that this place brings, but I clearly hear his voice coming from a few feet in front of me.
"I'm always here for you. I'll find you soon little one."
I wake, again with a start, like being pulled from a large body of water after nearly drowning. This time I'm inexplicably less perturbed by it and simply wipe the sweat from my brow and sit there wondering if I'll ever learn the truth behind this strange phenomenon.
The following week passes rather quickly without any further visions or appearances of the deep voice or the void-like place I've found myself in my dreams. I enjoy mornings at the caf‚, getting to know Peggy a bit more and even some afternoons with Tom as he acts like my personal guide to this unfamiliar city around me. Then during the evenings I get fucked and filled by various clients at The Wild House. The dwarf becomes a fast regular of mine as well as the centaur and group of four orcs who have all made sure to ask me about my schedule so they can make sure to show up when I'm available. Even though it's emotionless sex, their desire to be my regulars gives me an odd sense of pride in my job. That and the tips I receive make the whole experience well worth the mornings when I'm walking funny and, more often than not, still leaking a fair amount of thick cum. Combined with my hourly pay, I make about twelve-hundred dollars on my first week after taxes and I'm told by Tom and Griff that will likely increase as my clientele continues to build.
Suffice to say, I'm feeling more fulfilled and happy than I think I ever did in the world I came from and decide that for the weekend I'll need to celebrate with something fun. Ever since I was a young child I've always loved amusement parks and roller coasters, and I'm elated to see there's a very large park just at the edge of Aethinus. I set everything up before starting my Sunday shift and manage to get Peggy, Tom, and Griff to all agree to spend Monday at the amusement park. That morning I walk over to Griff's apartment, wearing a pair of tight jeans, henly t- shirt, and light backpack with sunscreen and extra clothes for the day at the park. He gave me a key to his place just a few days ago saying it was only fair considering, he has one to mine, but I know he simply wants more chances to breed me. We may not have a romantic relationship, but it becomes more and more clear that he shows me more attention than his other employees and seems to revel in any chance he can get to fill my belly with his cum.
I unlock the front door and walk inside, sighing when I see the disheveled state of the place. I've already taken it upon myself to give him grief for never cleaning up after himself, but it doesn't seem to be having much of an effect. I hear him groaning softly in his room and start making my way there.
"Griff, you better be ready. Peggy will be here in half an hour." I hear a grunt in response and open his bedroom door, ready to drag him into the shower when I see him fully awake, grinning at me, while lying on his bed completely naked. His thick rod, stands straight up and is already leaking precum as he growls seductively to me.
"I'm ready to go boy. Just need to throw on my clothes, but I want a favor from ya first." I scowl as I look at my phone to check the time. Can I get him off in less than thirty minutes? The throbbing cock between his legs suggests that it probably won't take much. I drop my bag on the floor and unzip my pants.
"Alright fine, but we've gotta be quick." I kick off my shoes and slide my underwear off as I hop on top of him, with my hole inches from his mouth and his orc manhood right in front of me.
"Don't worry my little human. We'll make this fast." He spreads my cheeks, running his thumb over my hole before he pushes his face up against it, immediately plunging his tongue deep inside. I moan loudly from his very long tongue slipping inside and I swallow his cock down to the halfway point, intentionally letting it hit my ever-dwindling gag reflex in order to get more thick strands of saliva onto his shaft. He swats my ass roughly and swirls his tongue around the edge of my hole before plunging it back down into my depths again, growling softly as he notices my body starting to tremble from the immense stimulation.
Feeling how stretched and wet my hole has become and pull free of his grasp, lowering myself onto his length in a reverse-cowgirl position. Thick as ever, his cock spreads me wide open as I sink down, taking each inch until all twelve are buried inside of me. Already his warm, slimy precum starts to fill my insides and I start to ride him up and down. He roughly grabs onto my hips to hold me steady, but allows me to control the pace as I rock my hips up and down onto his thick cock again and again. When ten minutes passes and my legs are on fire from squatting over his fat dick, he sits up and puts two large fingers into my mouth which I instinctively start sucking on.
"We don't have much time left boy. So let me pound your pussy at my own pace," he whispers into my ear just before wrapping his other arm across my torso and leaning me back with him so my back is against his while he lies flat against the bed. Then he starts thrusting up into my hole fast and hard, going at twice the speed I could produce while riding him. His grunts and moans bring out a primal lust inside of me that begs to be bred by an alpha male like Griff. When his balls start to throb and twitch against my ass I know he's close to shooting and he confirms this when he thrusts deep into my bowels and holds me there.
"Ngghh! Gonna put some kids in that belly of yours boy! RAHHHHH!"
"Ohhhhh f-fuck!" Just like the previous times we've done this my belly swells with gallons of his thick seed as he roars and holds me tight to his masculine body. I know the beastman at the amusement park are going to have a field day with his musky sweat plastered to my body and pungent cum filling my guts. After five minutes of pumping his semen into me, he pops me off his cock and carries me to the bathroom where we immediately start trying to push it all back out. Just then the doorbell rings and I wave him away to answer it and stall. He quickly tosses on a shirt and slides on a pair of pants over a jockstrap to answer the door.
"Hey Griff, is Adam ready?" I hear Tom ask from the front of the apartment. I push harder to get the ungodly amount of cum out of me.
"Yeah, he's just using my bathroom. Oh hey, you must be Peggy." I freeze and then give one final push to get the last of it out, hopeful that I won't be leaking orc cum during the day. I snatch my pants off the floor and pull them back on before sliding my arms through the straps of my backpack and rushing out to the front door.
"Hey guys! Everybody ready? Great, let's get going." Before anyone can respond I rush past them and then down the stairs, catching the knowing looks of Peggy and Tom, trying to ignore them entirely. We all pile into Peggy's sedan, Griff struggling to fit in the passenger seat. Some vehicles are specifically made for the larger races, but this is clearly not one of them. With everybody in place we begin the twenty minute drive out to the park while Griff asks where Peggy's girlfriend is and why she won't be joining us. She explains that she couldn't get the day off work and would have to join us on our next outing. I try to avoid the sly looks Peggy constantly shoots at me through the rear view mirror, referring to what happened with Griff, so to distract myself I turn to Tom, who looks as handsome as ever wearing a loose tanktop and shorts that match his purple skin. He gives me one of his winning smiles which I return with one of my own.
"Tom...I've noticed something and forgive me if the question is rude. I'm still learning about all the new things in this world. But I noticed that I don't see many demons compared to the other races. It's almost equal to the amount of humans I see."
"There's actually more demons than any other race. Most of us live in the Underworld though." He notices the look of confusion on my face and elaborates for me. "It's like an alternate dimension that exists alongside this one. It's just...darker, filled with the architecture and inventions of demons rather than rest of mankind."
"Huh...so kinda like the Upside Down." This time he gives me the confused look and I laugh to myself. "Never mind. So most demons live in an alternate dimension alongside this one...so why was it such a big deal that I come from an alternate dimension myself?"
"Well your situation is different. The Underworld is essentially one half of this world, not another world entirely. And on top of that you appeared without any kind of explanation. When a demon crosses from the Underworld to the Surface there are procedures in place and only a handful of demons who can even perform that kind of magic. You being plucked from an alternate world, without making any deal with a demon, crossing space-time for an unknown amount of distance...it's all just so unheard of." I look down at my feet, deep in thought about the scenario. It's still not quite adding up to me. "Demons have to pay a transmuter money to travel to the Underworld or offer a talent to be taken in order to travel to the Surface."
"A talent to be taken?" I ask inquisitively.
"If a demon happens to be a trained singer or painter they can have that talent taken by the transmuter as a form of payment since traditional money isn't used in the Underworld." I look at him slightly horrified at this. The thought of a demon absorbing your talent and taking it for their own seems genuinely wrong on a level I can't fully fathom. He notices my terrified expression and shrugs.
"Did you give up a talent to be here then Tom?"
"No, I was born here on the Surface and I've never had any real desire to make the payments in order to cross over. On top of losing a part of yourself, the money to get there is far more expensive than I'd ever consider paying." He sounds slightly disappointed in this, leading me to believe that he's wanted to visit the home of his people, but simply doesn't have the means or rather is unwilling to pay such steep prices.
"How much is it?"
"Anywhere between fifteen and thirty thousand dollars. Depends on the transmuter." I can't believe the ridiculous amount. The magic used for such a thing must either be incredibly dangerous to perform or incredibly complicated to execute. Maybe both. As I'm still reeling from this revelation I feel a strange tingle run down my spine and my eyes are drawn inexplicably to a man standing on the sidewalk nearby. As the car speeds past I see him from behind. Red skin, almost nine feet tall, short black horns, wearing a black tunic that looks like it came out of medieval times. Before I can see his face we're already speeding off down the road well out of sight. The strange sensation I felt disappears and I notice Tom is waving a hand in front of my face. "You okay Adam?"
"Y-Yeah...sorry, just zoned out." I sit in silence, somewhat unsettled by the man seemed to capture my attention so completely, but quickly forget this as we pull into the parking lot of the amusement park. I gaze at the roller coasters rising up above the skyline in awe, feeling the same excitement I used to as a child. Peggy and Tom seem to be experiencing a similar sensation while Griff looks noticeably worried. When the car stops we all hop out and walk to the main gates just as the park opens. We wait in a short line to purchase our tickets, have our bags searched, and enter the park. They all soon realize that I mean business at an amusement park and start dragging Griff towards the closest coaster. It's just under two-hundred feet tall with a hybrid structure. A steel track with wooden supports and they have to tell me repeatedly to calm down as I'm practically running up the line towards the station.
I notice the station is split up in a different way than my world. The train appears to have three sections, each varying in how large the seats and restraints are. I hadn't considered that they would need to do this, but it makes sense considering how large some of the races are compared to elves or humans. Griff stands in the middle section with Tom, while Peggy and I head to the front of the train with the smaller seats. I chuckle to myself seeing how nervous Griff is which Peggy notices and gives me a light slap on my arm.
"Don't be rude." I stop laughing and get on the train when the gates open, strapping myself in. Ten minutes later and we're gliding back into the station after an intense and fast-paced ride that leaves my eyes streaming with tears from the speed of the coaster. When we get off I notice Griff's green skin is a few shades paler and feel slightly ashamed at having laughed at his fear. We head towards the bathrooms and I squeeze him around his waist.
"You didn't have to come if you're afraid of roller coasters boss. You did well though. At least you faced your fears." He grumbles to himself and folds his arms like a child.
"I'm not scared of anything." I give him an incredulous face and lean up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Whatever you say." He rolls his eyes and waits outside as I enter the bathroom. Inside I see a few people. A shark beastman, an orc, two elves, and a bull beastman who captures all of my attention. The bull is nearly eight feet tall with his horns, light brown fur, and muscles of body builder. He finishes washing his hands and walks past me giving me a once over. I realize my mouth is hanging open and close it as he smiles and winks at me. My heart flutters and I turn to see him checking out my ass as he walks out. I have some trouble using the urinal as my dick starts to grow hard from the bull's flirting, but I manage it and wash my hands before the group returns to making our rounds around the park.
They groan as they learn I don't plan on skipping a single coaster in the park, going from one to the next, even taking time to go on the flatrides around the area as well. We only take a break when it looks like Peggy and Griff are going to be nauseus. While we sit down, Tom and I eating a small overpriced lunch and Peggy and Griff sipping on some sodas, I apologize for my 'enthusiasm'.
"It's fine. Next time you might need to come with just my girlfriend though. She's the same way." I laugh and nod my head, perfectly fine with the suggestion. I look over at the food stall and see the bull place an order before turning around and making eye contact. He looks left and right before grabbing his sizable bulge in his pants with a devlish grin. I smirk and raise my eyebrows before standing and walking over. Tom, Griff, and Peggy all notice who I'm staring at and don't say anything, clearly on board with this. I step up close as he looks down on me, his tail swishing back and forth.
"You smell like you've been busy." I forgot that beastmen have such sharp noses and I laugh nervously.
"Heh...my job kind of requires me to be." I choose to keep the detail that this morning was certainly not for work. Not that the bull seems to mind anyways.
"Well you wouldn't be the first slut I dated." I feel several conflicting emotions over this statement, still not sure if I like being known as a slut, but also oddly excited that he said dated instead of fucked. He notices the emotions flashing across my face and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Sorry. I won't call you a slut if that makes you uncomfortable. It's not a big deal to non-humans though...oh shit...you're the visitor, aren't you?" I nod my head slowly.
"Still getting used to the way things work here, but you can...call me slut...if you want to." He grins and slides his huge, muscled arm around my shoulders.
"And am I understanding correctly that you want to date me?" He leans close and whispers into my ear.
"That was my goal. Cutie like you needs to be scooped up quickly, before someone else nabs you. What do you say? I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow night." I blush like this simple act is the most lewd thing I've done since arriving which seems silly in retrospect.
"Sure. How could I say no to a handsome bull like you?" He squeezes my shoulders tight and gives me his phone to put in my number. I hand him mine to do the same. I see his name is Bradley and smile as he places a soft kiss on my forehead.
"See you tomorrow Adam." I practically skip back to the table as Griff claps a hand on my back in congratulations. Bradley rejoins his shark friend and the two walk off to enjoy the rest of the park. It's odd how having a date has me so nervous. I've had sex with over fifty people since coming to this world in my first week working at The Wild House, but now there's a bit more at stake. It's not just sex, it's a relationship. Maybe nothing serious, but maybe it is. He may not want to get in deep with someone who works as a sex worker, but he also seemed as if he didn't mind that. My mind races with all the possibilities while our group spends the following eight hours, hopping from ride to ride. Even with my childhood joy of roller coasters I can't shake the bull from my mind and fantasize about what our date will be like.
The only thing that shakes me from these thoughts is the moment right before we leave. Just as we pass the turnstiles to go back to the parking lot I feel as if a hand is placed on my shoulder. I turn around and see that there's nothing there, but the presense of a large hand on me stays.
"I'm so close to finding you little one," the deep voice whispers into my ear. For that brief moment, I forget entirely about my date, the amusement park, my friends, and anything else racing through my mind. The only thing I can think of, is finding out who this voice belongs to.
To Be Continued.