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Plight dragged himself down the sidewalk after finally being able to clock out of his shift. It seemed like robots were taking over every job but his—they even took Ling's place at the cafe he usually went to. Although the coffee stayed the same, he stopped going there. He had no idea how much Ling simply existing behind the bar table meant to him until he was gone. Change sucks, his job sucks, yet he still can't seem to scrape up enough to get a proper apartment. The fact that he knows Kelvin's name is sad in itself.
The worst part? He never had a moment of privacy. Trying to discreetly jerk himself off was a giant pain in itself, and he couldn't help but give up on making sure nobody heard him. He hadn't been able to relieve himself in nearly a month, nor had he gotten any action since high school. With the rising pressure his work was placing him under, he knew he was bound to crash at some point.
Which, he supposed, is why there are person-run establishments now. Human connection in the Refuge was already sparse, and Plight? He could just forget it. He's only seen a single human in the week. He bit down on his lip, remembering why he was roaming down the sidewalk.
Plight had seen an advertisement for a person-run bar called Intimate Stimulus. Different people were playing different kinks/roles, and you could rent an hour or so with them while they got you a drink. He read the descriptions of all the different workers, yet he somehow set his sights on the only male working there. The worker described himself as a femboy maid—something Plight had always wanted to try. It also helped that he was noted to be the quietest during intimacy, as Plight did not need anyone else to know what he was getting up to. With a nervous sigh, he finally reached the bar and pushed the door open.
"Heeey! Welcome to Intimate Stimulus!" A girl with red hair and a visor waved at him. She seemed to be the manager, as she stood behind the main table. The building itself was fairly small, the main room having two hallways on each side that led to different rooms. Then again, there probably wasn't a very high budget they could pour into this, considering the reason why the building is here in the first place.
"What can I getcha signed in for?" The red-haired girl clicked her pen, looking down at her clipboard. "We got openings on almost all of our lovely ladies. You want me to hand you our menu, make a suggestion?" She said, looking up at him with a grin.
Plight hummed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh.. I- I actually was hoping to, uh... meet with the Maid."
"Oh, for sure!" She looked down and scribbled down on her clipboard, "Mommy Maiden is a real sweetheart. You're gonna love her-"
"U-Uh, no. I mean... th-the femboy maid." Plight muttered out the last part.
She looked up at him with wide eyes before grinning almost devilishly. "Ohhh!" She clicked her pen again, closing it. She set her clipboard and pen down, walking up to one of the hallways. "Very last door, the one against the back wall. Feel free to walk inside without knocking," she winked.
"U-Uh, thanks." He tipped his hat down, hoping to cover his incredibly burnt face. He walked down the hallway, hearing some whispering behind him. He tried to pay them no mind as he let himself into the room.
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"Ah!" The sound of Plight opening the door tripped up the maid, making him fall to the floor with his ass comically in the air. "Ohh, I'm such a clumsy maid..." He dragged his hands up his thighs (that were partially covered with black thigh-highs) as he picked his upper half off the floor, but still on his knees. Plight discreetly bit down on his lip, not expecting his body to be as smooth and pornographic as it was. "I'm sorry... Welcome in, how may I-" The air suddenly grew heavy, both of the men's eyes wide as they realized they knew each other.
"L... Ling...?!??" Plight hesitantly said his name, eyeing his body. Did he... ALWAYS look that good underneath his work clothes?? I mean, sure, he was always cute. Just... didn't think he was so horny.
"P-Plight! Uh... it..." Ling stammered, trying to find some sort of lie or excuse, but eventually sighed and ducked his head down in defeat. "Y-Yeah, I... sort of do this now. B-BUT!!! I swear, it's for a good reason! I mean, I lost my previous job, and a good friend was starting this business up... I wanted to support her, I-I just... So I started...." He looked down at himself in his maid costume and turned his head away, ashamed, "Yeah."
Plight swallowed, "I... I mean, I won't judge you—I can't judge you, considering I... came here in the first place." His sentence progressively died down the longer he talked.
Ling hummed, understanding but still embarrassed. No way I get paired up with the hottest regular at my old cafe... He glanced over, noticing the bulge in Plight's pants wasn't dying down. He's still turned on. I guess it IS my job to keep going, isn't it...? He stood up, moaning quietly in the process (which activated an almost animalistic neuron in Plight's brain). "Well... what kind of a server would I be if I didn't serve you? Can I get you anything to drink before we get started?" He smiled innocently, despite internally panicking that he was finally about to get fucked by Plight of all people.
'Before we get started?????' Holy shit, he isn't kidding... Well, if he's okay with it, then... "U-Uh, I guess if I could get me and you some water. I... have a lot of destressing to do, if you get what I mean." Plight nervously scratched at the stubble on his jaw.
"Mmmfh.." Ling bit down on his lip and tried to suppress a whine at Plight's answer. Fuck, he's gonna destress on me. My legs are barely holding me up. "I-I'll go get those, then..." He turned around and nervously walked out the door.
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As he walked to the bar, his friend (and the bar's owner) Kip greeted him. "Your dude looks like he's packing a solid handful of inches. You ready?"
"I... actually know the guy who bought me for today. It was kind of awkward at first, but now it's not that bad. I think we're on the same page." Ling said as he poured the two glasses of water. "It's that one hot regular I talked to you about before."
"Ohhhh! So he- wait. THAT'S the guy you crushed on??? HIM??" She gave him an incredibly concerned look. "Ling... I'm like, ninety-five percent certain he's homeless."
"You just don't get itttt. He's super hard-working at his job."
"Yeah, you'll be smelling that too here in a second."
"I like the musk, thank you." He finished pouring the drinks, setting them on a large circular platter. "He said he 'has a lot of destressing to do,' so I'm absolutely not going to keep him waiting a second longer." He turned around and quickly left to return to his room.
Kip shook her head and sighed, "You poor, poor, gay little soul."
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"I got the drinks!~ Do you- WHOA!" Ling nearly dropped the platter in his hand as he looked over at Plight, already beginning to undress. He's... WAY more ripped than I was expecting.
"S-Sorry, yeah, my hair's a mess.." He tried to smooth it out with his hand.
Ling set down the platter on a nearby table, his legs slightly shaking as he eyed Plight's body. He had yet to take off his boxers, but the large and thick outline of his cock bulged through, making him wonder if it would even fit. His muscles were surprisingly toned, but not to the point of obscenity. The stubble on his chin completed his figure, making him exactly the kind of guy Ling jerks off to.
"Uh... everything still OK?" Plight felt awkward, having his nearly nude body stared at.
"N-No, yeah! Yes! Everything's alright!" Ling snapped his gaze back up, pretending like he wasn't staring in the first place. "Um..." Ling held his hands behind his back, "So... what, uh... did you want to do with me?"
Plight swallowed, forgetting that Ling is technically his to use for the time being. "...Ugh, n-now that I know it's you, I feel bad. You're... my friend. I don't wanna take advantage of you." He sighed, already feeling guilt pour over him.
"You aren't taking advantage of me, Plight. This is literally my job." He cupped his face with his palms, looking at him sweetly. "So don't give me that depressed look. I trust you." It is really cute that he's worried about me, though. I almost feel like breaking our rule about not kissing the client.
"But isn't it terrible you have to work here in the first place? I mean, I know how much your cafe meant to you... At least, it meant a lot to me. I don't even go there anymore because you're not there." He looked to the ground, his consciousness beginning to weigh him down.
N-Not good, he's starting to get soft...! How can I get him to quickly relax??? Ling desperately thought of a solution, looking around for ideas. Looking down, his maid dress suddenly gave him an idea. "Weeeell, let me just go ahead and keep undressing while we talk..." He began to act out his play, sliding his panties down his legs. He got one of his legs free, but pretended to trip while taking it fully off. He let himself fall down to the ground, making sure his skirt got pushed up to reveal his ass and part of his erection. His lower half was up in the air from his knees, whereas his upper half was completely on the ground. His panties were still around one of his ankles. "Ohhh no... I'm sorry, I just can't be a good maid at all." He spread his legs apart, slightly arching his back. "I should really get punished for being so sloppy..."
"B-But, Ling-"
"I SAID I SHOULD REALLYYY GET PUNISHED FOR BEING SO SLOPPY...." Ling cut Plight off, trying to get him to stop worrying.
Plight hesitated, "...Ling, I get it if you don't want to-"
"Oh my god, are you doing this on purpose?! Are you edging me right now?? Plight, PLEASE! Do you want me to BEG for you to fuck me in this position?? If you keep this up, I swear I'll take your boxers off you and start fucking myself." Ling could feel himself becoming more and more sexually agitated. Although he appreciated the sentiment, he seriously wanted Plight to have his way with him already.
"..."
"...."
"....Ling-"
"You're kidding me!" Ling picked his upper half back up and turned back toward Plight, grabbing at his boxers and yanking them down. He shivered from the sudden rush of cool air on his cock, feeling it begin to harden back up again. Ling gently grasped onto the base of it, softly tugging it a few times before placing a kiss right on his tip.
"Wh-Whoa." Plight suddenly felt his mind clear up, now completely focused on Ling. I've had sex before, but I don't think I've ever gotten head. This... already feels amazing. Ling placed several kisses around his dick, eventually sticking out his tongue and doing a swipe across the bottom of his cock.
Plight grasped onto Ling's hair, not necessarily holding him in place but more so to grab onto something. Ling wrapped his lips around Plight's cock, gently sucking on the tip. He continued to tease it with his tongue, hesitantly sinking his head down further. I'm not experienced at all with my throat... His cock is way bigger than I anticipated. I'm really hoping he isn't expecting me to take him all the way in. He sucked on the top part of his shaft, using his hand to jerk the remaining bit he couldn't throat.
Only after a few seconds did Plight push him off, making him nearly choke from the sudden loss in his throat. He panted for air, clearing his throat. "S-Sorry. I'm not really experienced with oral," Ling muttered. "I swear I'm better at taking it."
"I just didn't want to cum down your throat," Plight panted, looking down at Ling (despite his vision being partially blocked by his erect dick).
Ling smiled as he wiped some of the saliva that dripped out of his mouth with the back of his hand. Well, at least I got him out of that depressive state. Just how overworked is he? "Well, aren't you a gentleman." Ling stood up, putting his hands on Plight's chest and leaning onto him slightly. Due to their height difference, Ling had to look up to meet Plight's gaze, "Now... how else can I be of service?"
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After properly (re)lubing and prepping, Ling leaned up against the courtesy bed, already losing his balance. "What position would you like me in... sir?"
"Sort of like that." Plight gently pushed Ling down, his back hitting the bed. He grabbed onto Ling's legs and lifted them onto his shoulders, pressing his weight down onto Ling. He rested his cock against Ling's entrance, ready to push onward with Ling's consent.
Ling huffed out a laugh, "Th-This is kinkier than I was expecting from you. I like it." Ling tilted his head to the side, still matching Plight's gaze. "I'm usually quiet during sex, so don't be upset if I don't make any hugely loud noises, okay?"
"Fine by me," Plight nodded. "Uh... Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Go ahead and destress on me-eeEEEKK!!!" Ling's sentence ended in a shrill as Plight pushed himself in. Ling already began to grab onto the sheets for support as he felt Plight's length (and thickness).
"Ohh- Oh, shit..." Ling closed his eyes, beginning to pant as he felt Plight slowly sink further inside. Ling swallowed, "I didn't know you were this huge. I feel kind of perverted being so stretched out..." He took deep breaths, finally feeling Plight's length in its entirety. He opened his eyes half-lidded and gazed at Plight, "I-If you're ready to start moving, I'm ready, too."
Plight hummed, slowly pulling some of his length out and pushing it back in at the same rate. Ling let out a rough sigh as Plight pushed back in, his eyelids squeezing shut once more. He repeated this a few times before whispering into Ling's ear, "Still doing okay, baby?"
And hell, Ling almost completely melted right into Plight immediately. He forced himself to keep it together for the sake of his job, taking in a shaking breath as he nodded. "Y-You can start your d..destressing, whenever you.. w-want..." Ling attempted to match Plight's gaze while he fucked him slowly.
Plight swallowed, grabbing Ling's thigh with one of his hands for stability and—Damn, his thighs are squishy... Fuck, they're soft, too. The little roll from being too thick for his thigh-highs is so cute. ...How does Ling have such feminine thighs? And why am I attracted to it suddenly?? Plight forced himself away from his thoughts, slipping part of his hand underneath Ling's stockings as he grasped onto his thigh, which squished under his grasp. "Uh... I'm probably going to be pretty rough. Is that okay?"
Ling nodded, huffing out a laugh (that doubled as a sigh of pleasure). "Yeah, that's okay." Does he know he's technically paying for my consent...? Ugh, and we've totally lost the whole maid roleplay. ...But he probably already has a lot on his mind right now. I just need to be a good stress relief for him.
"I-If you want me to stop, just say the word." Plight's hands slightly shook, nervous to begin seriously violating his personal friend. He figured that since both he and Ling were consenting, it was fine, but he still felt off about it. He channeled all of his internal anxiety and stress down his body and accelerated his thrusting intensely.
"OUuuhh, fu-huck!" Ling's eyes rolled to the back of his head, grabbing onto the sheets for dear life as Plight started ramming inside of him. His eyes teared up from the pain, but the friction drove his sex drive up the wall. He squeezed his vision shut and bit down on his lip. His legs began to shake, loud hums of pleasure being the only sound capable of escaping his mouth.
Plight already began to feel incredibly lighter as he went harder into Ling. He quietly huffed, sweat dripping down his body. "Y-You feel amazing." He glanced over to see Ling's reaction, noticing his incredibly flushed and overstimulated expression. "Uh, do I need to slow down?"
"No," Ling immediately cut in, "Nnnh- D-Don't you ever stop- FUCK!" He suddenly threw his head back. Loud, guttural moans involuntarily exploded out of Ling's mouth, his grip on the bedsheets nearing lethal. "H-How the hhhh-HELL are you so good at this?!" Tears began to fall down his face; not from pain this time, but rather from the indescribable pleasure. Precum seeped out of Ling, dripping down his cock and onto the bed that loudly creaked.
I thought he was supposed to be the quietest one??? He's practically worshipping my cock. ...It's actually way hotter than I was expecting. Plight leaned down to kiss Ling's neck as he fucked him. This increased the pressure on top of Ling as well as pushed Plight in even deeper, and with the addition of Plight kissing and licking at his neck, drove Ling insane. "Yes! Yes!! Fuck!" Ling's voice began to break, and his back arched.
Plight, although unsure if it was allowed (but quickly figured Ling would push him off if it wasn't), began to bite down on Ling's neck and form a hickey. He licked and sucked on the skin he bit at, pulling away after a hot minute to notice its deep, bruised color. "You look so sexy. I wanna fuck your cute ass every day," He spoke lowly into Ling's ear.
"M-Make me your bitch," Ling sobbed, his dick throbbing and tetering on cumming. Plight's stroked ego drove him to push down on Ling slightly more, changing his trajectory ever so slightly, but just enough to make Ling let out a long and drawn-out shout. "Th- THEREEEE!!!" He practically choked on his own moaning.
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"Is... Is Ling okay in there???" A girl leaned over and spoke to Kip. The rest of the sex workers were watching Ling's door and listening to his abnormally loud cries of pleasure.
Another one of the girls crossed her arms, "Damn, that's gotta be some really good dick, too. I'm starting to get a little jealous."
Kip quietly laughed to herself, looking over at her co-workers, "What's real funny is that Ling actually knows the guy who's doing him right now. He used to be a regular at the cafe where he worked." She suddenly paused, switching over to a different mindset. "I wonder if I can convince him to be a regular here...?"
"Can we call dibs for next time?"
"No, customer chooses." Kip corrected her co-worker. "We can advertise, but we can't pressure if they already know what they want. And... that guy really wanted Ling specifically." She grinned, crossing her arms and nodding. "Good for Ling. I'm glad he finally found someone who can hit all of his sweet spots."
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Ling's entire body moved with each thrust, completely at the whim of Plight's control. He felt like his brain was completely melted, and that his only purpose in life was to make Plight feel good and to cum on his dick. He couldn't even remember if Plight had ever touched him outright or not.
"Ling..... Ling, I'm about to cum. You feel way too fucking good." Plight muttered into his ear, now holding Ling by his hips and directly thrusting himself as deep as possible.
Ling sniffled, "I- I kind of wish you weren't wearing a condom. I want it so badly. I wanna get bred by you." His vision was hazy, on the verge of a climax for minutes.
With a small laugh, Plight gently kissed Ling's forehead. "Sorry. Maybe later down the line, we can ditch it." He began to fuck Ling with less deep and more quick thrusts, making him progressively pant and moan faster and louder. Both of them were on the edge of cumming, panting loudly like the two dogs they were.
"G-Gonna cum..." Ling's voice was soft and scratchy, turning his head to the side. His entire body vibrated with built-up pleasure. "P-Please, Plight, I..."
"It's okay," Plight pressed down and spoke next to Ling's ear. "I'm right here with you... cum for me, Ling. Can you do that for me?"
Ling let out a final sharp gasp before high-pitched moaning crept up from the depths of his body and past his quivering lips. Ropes of cum shot from Ling's poor cock and landed on his chest, continuously spurting out as Plight continued to thrust through his own orgasm. His rhythm slowed down as he came back down from his high, but Ling kept cumming a bit more just from the sheer friction that buzzed through his body.
After a moment, they both let out a sigh, their movements coming to an end. Plight massaged where a woman's womb would be with his thumb on Ling's body, slowly pulling out of Ling. His dick had softened, and the condom he was wearing became incredibly full with his sperm. I'm kind of shocked it didn't tear. ...I guess condom quality has improved since I was in high school. Go figure. Throwing it away, he started to put his clothes back on.
Ling huffed as he calmed down, a large portion of his hearing muffled by the sound of blood coming back down from his head. He stared at the ceiling, feeling his mind begin to sober up. I... I can't just lie here forever. I still need to be a good worker and do my part... Ling's hands shook as he tried to anchor them down, attempting to push himself up. His arms shook, and his legs slightly hurt from how weak they were. However, he wasn't able to get very far up before Plight gently pushed him back down.
"Whoa, hey, don't rush it." Plight arranged the bed roughly to make it so that Ling's head was propped up. Walking away for a second, he came back holding one of the glasses of water Ling had gotten them originally. "Here, slowly." Gently holding the bottom of Ling's chin, he gradually poured water into Ling's mouth.
It's not like my limbs are paralyzed... But I'd be a liar if I said this wasn't exactly what I needed. Ling closed his eyes, leaning into his touch as he began softly petting his head. He watched Plight set the water down, now focusing entirely on him. Ling silently hummed before speaking, "Th... That was the best sex I've ever had. And aftercare. What did I do to be so lucky..?"
Plight smiled as he scoffed, "You don't gotta flatter me. I haven't had sex with anyone since I was a senior, so I'm well aware I'm rusty."
"Th-That's you rusty??! And wait- wait, wait wait... Senior? Like... high school senior??" Ling looked over at him, wide-eyed and trying to decipher if he was lying or not.
Plight rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah..." his sentence dragged on awkwardly. He grabbed his own glass of water and drank from it, "Thanks for being so good to me. I needed this."
He went to take another drink, but he almost choked on it as Ling suddenly grabbed his shoulder. "I... I'm not allowed to say this... (Well, we actually did a few things we weren't technically supposed to today...) b-but Plight, I... Please, come back again. I can't just have this once."
He laughed, holding onto Ling's hand. "I was a regular at your old cafe, and the second I go to try something new, you're here too. I couldn't leave you even if I tried. Uh.." Plight let go of Ling's hand, walking over to grab some wipes that were by the door. He began to wipe some cum off Ling's face, "How did you even cum all the way up to your chin??" he snickered.
Ling's expression relaxed, smiling softly. "...Thank you, Plight. Y-You know that you don't have to stick around and give me aftercare, right? Most people leave after they finish."
Plight grinned, leaning forward and gently kissing Ling's forehead. "Well... I guess I'm not most people, then.
"I guess not." Ling looked at Plight half-lidded and with a loving smile.
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After Plight paid and left, Kip and all of Ling's fellow co-workers immediately surrounded him.
"Just what the hell was that??!"
"Was his dick actually that good, or were you just stroking his ego??"
"You've GOT to tell us everything!!!"
"Alright, alright," Kip spoke over everyone, making them die down. "Ling. I'm really glad you have someone who can actually please you. I seriously thought you were just a quiet bottom!" She laughed, patting Ling's back. Ling opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Kip continuing—"But that doesn't change the fact you broke several rules."
"H... Huh?" Ling felt his blood run cold as his co-workers looked at the two of them, completely frozen.
Kip sighed, "First of all, there's the obvious broken rule right on your neck." She tugged Ling's shirt collar down, revealing the hickey to all of his co-workers (who quietly gasped at the sight). "Then, we've got the multiple instances of you moaning the customer's name. We're supposed to be giving a detached experience." Ling gulped, realizing that Kip did, in fact, hear everything. "THEN you almost encouraged the customer to take off his condom, you broke character several times, and lastly, you outright asked the customer to come back and let him kiss you."
Kip grabbed the back of Ling's shirt, nearly holding him up like a proud fisherman. "Let this be a lesson. Don't get lost in pleasure and make the experience too personal. Sex without feelings can very easily turn into something else if you're not careful." She finally let go of him, "Don't be a Ling."
"S... Sorry..." Ling nervously messed with his hands, his palms sweating from all of the negative attention.
"Ah, don't take it personally. I needed to make an example out of someone!" Kip snickered.
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Ling stared at himself in the mirror of his apartment. I can't believe I'm a sex worker now. This world... It's not right at all. I miss the cafe and all of the innocent chats I'd have with customers. ...Now I have to play pretend and let strangers violate me just to make a living. Have I lost weight? Is that a good thing?
His gaze trickled up to the deep hickey Plight had left on his neck. He gently touched the damaged area with his fingertips.
I miss him.