Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 14: Returning to Vos de Vos

I was nervous when I pressed the buzzer at ‘Vos de Vos’. But I needn’t be. Apart from being a gay sauna and the jobs being a little more interesting, it was a perfectly standard job.

I had to fix a sex swing, erect some new partitions and create new glory holes amongst other things. It was a hard day’s work.

After I’d fixed my last sex swing, reaffixed the condom and lube bowls to the wall, I was called into Mr Vos’ office.

I knocked, even though the door was open and I could see him sitting behind his desk, working on his laptop. He called me in, and I sat in the empty chair in front of his desk.

“I’ve been very impressed with your work, Ollie.” He pushed a plastic card across the desk. I picked it up. It looked simple yet elegant; it had only six gold letters displayed on a glossy black background. The letters “VIP” rested on the letters “VOS.” “This will get you in for free whenever we are open. Now you’ve seen our facilities, I hope you will be visiting soon to enjoy them, and the men.” He added.

“Thank you.” I took the card and held it nervously between my fingers, unsure if I’d ever use it.

“I would like to offer you the position of my permanent repair person. But only if you can guarantee that you will devote every Monday exclusively to us. You will be paid for a full day a week, regardless of the work or time involved. We would also like you to be available should anything urgent crop up.”

I grinned and accepted his offer.

I now had two days a week of guaranteed work, and I could fit in my other jobs on the other days.

But my work at Vos de Vos wasn’t restricted to Monday. The next day, I was called for an urgent repair. The door to the sauna was hanging off its hinges and needed repairing. Mr Vos explained that the sauna was one of the most popular areas and he’d have to close it if the door stayed broken for too long.

When I’d finished the job I was doing, I went straight over. A shirtless young man was at the reception desk. He licked his lips when he saw me walk in wearing my work trousers, tool belt and T-shirt. I was carrying a toolbox with me in case I needed it.

“Hello.” He sounded camp and had a sweet smile. “I sincerely hope you’re here to enjoy our facilities and not fix the sauna door.”

“I’m here to fix the sauna door,” I told him.

“Well, if you come here every time something breaks, I might start breaking a few more things around here.” He flirted with me.

“Did you break the door then?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so,” he was coy. “I also clean here, and I was a bit rough with it, although I think it was weakened from the orgy at the weekend. I did enjoy myself, though. It was pleasant cleaning up all the stale cum the morning after.”

I laughed nervously.

Behind me, the door opened, and an older man entered, followed by a young man.

“Hello, Mr Cleaver and Master Cleaver. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Thank you, Toby.” He slapped his payment card on the reader. It beeped, and Toby gave both men a clean, white towel.

Toby buzzed them through, and they went inside. “Father and son.” Toby winked at me, “They always come together. I’d love to know if they play with each other or just our other patrons.” Toby adjusted his crotch.

“Can I go through and make a start?” I asked. Toby grinned and reached for a towel. He passed it to me. “I don’t need a towel. I’m here to fix the sauna and not use the facilities.” I tried to hand it back.

“Keep it just in case. It’s very hot in there, especially by the sauna. You also look a little overdressed. Feel free to put your clothes in a locker.”

“Thanks,” I said to placate him, having no intention of taking my clothes off.

Toby buzzed me in, “It’s straight ahead and on the left.” He said as I went through the door.

The corridor was dimly lit, and the first door I saw led to the locker room. I glanced inside and saw the father and son who had entered getting undressed. The son pulled down his underpants and exposed his soft cock to me. He was well endowed; his cock was crowned with a patch of neatly trimmed pubes. His father was hairier and didn’t look like he trimmed very often. I tore my eyes away from them and carried on walking down the corridor.

The sauna was being used. Two naked men were sitting in there, a third man was on his knees between their feet, alternating sucking their cocks. I began to sweat as the door hung half open, letting the dry heat creep into the anteroom. I put down my toolbox and took off my T-shirt, tucking it into the waistband of my trousers.

“It’s a porn film come to life.” One man said and laughed. “I’ve always had a fantasy of seducing a handyman. Take the rest off and come here.”

“I’m just here to fix the door.” I gulped, and my cock was growing as I watched the three men. The man who was on his knees exposed his hole. It looked a little loose, and I wondered if he had been recently fucked.

The man who was on his knees moved into the doggy position. The man who spoke to me thrust his cock into his hole. The other man fed the man his cock. The man who spoke to me started to fuck his friend, never taking his eyes off me. He was fucking me with his eyes. I tried to ignore him and looked at the door’s hinges. I found the pins loose, and one of the leaves had become detached from the tempered glass door.

It was putting undue stress on the other hinges, and I was worried the door might shatter. I supported the weight of the door while I temporarily adjusted the pin. The three men in the sauna were still having sex, and the guy doing the fucking was still looking at me. I saw him smile and then felt arms around my waist, the fingers fumbling at my buttons.

“Don’t! I’m trying to fix this door. I need to keep holding it.”

Whoever was behind me unclasped my trousers and pulled my work trousers to my knees.”

“Stop!” I pleaded, but the fucking man’s eyes lit up when he saw the length of my cock. The man behind me grabbed it and stroked me. I grunted. I needed to work and not get an erection.

I could feel someone’s cock pressed between my cheeks. It felt thick. I pushed my arse out so that the tip pressed against my hole.

The fucking man came inside the man on his knees. He pulled out and walked towards me, his cock still dripping cum. He offered to help and took the weight of the tempered glass door. With his help, the pin slipped into place, making the door more secure. I just needed to reattach the leaf, and the door would be fixed.

I didn’t get a chance to fix the leaf as I felt a hand smear lube into my arse crack and over my hole. I tried to look to see who it was, but the fucking man kissed me and grabbed my cock.

The man behind me pushed his cock into me. I gasped as my hole opened up and allowed him to slip inside me painlessly. My cock lurched, and I felt precum ooze along the shaft and over the fucking man’s hand.

I found it uncomfortable being fucked while standing up. Confident that the door would hold, I released it and bent over. In doing so, my cock pulled out from the fucking man’s hand. From this position, I could twist my head to see better who was behind me. It was Master Cleaver. His father watched and wanked as he saw his son fuck me. I braced myself against the wall and let him pound my arse. I’d missed feeling a cock inside me, and I was feeling ecstatic. I didn’t care what was going on around me; all I cared about was the feeling in my arse. I loved it. I loved how it filled me and then pulled out, leaving me begging to feel it inside me again.

I swear my cock got harder as he pounded my arse. It was dripping like a leaking tap, something I knew how to fix. But the cock pounding me soon fixed my leaking tap. Every time his cock went deep within me, he pounded my prostate, which quickly caused my cock to explode, and I shot ropes of cum over the floor. But the man wasn’t finished. He kept assaulting my hole and punching my prostate, each time, a drop of cum dripped from the tip of my cock.

The fucking man kept watching me get fucked by Master Cleaver. His cock was hard again. He wanted me to suck it, but I turned my head away. I just couldn’t do it while I was being fucked.

I was moaning and groaning like a lunatic, and sweat was flying from my face as it shook and rolled. My eyes were open, but I couldn’t focus. All my senses were focused on my arse. Master Cleaver was slowing down; my groans now showed my dissatisfaction.

“Keep going!” The fucking man encouraged Master Cleaver. “Fuck him hard!” The Fucking Man was now hard again.

The fucking man grew impatient, as did I. Master Cleaver couldn’t satisfy me, and the fucking man knew. He pushed Master Cleaver from me and immediately stuffed his cock inside me to replace his.

“Fuck!” He was even thicker. I’d never noticed. He stretched me further, and my cock was now growing again. I was still bracing myself, and there was no way I could touch my cock without collapsing to the floor.

The Fucking Man fucked me harder than The Master. I enjoyed both, but the thicker the better. My cock seemed to throb each time my hole was stretched, and The Fucking Man stretched me.

It wasn’t long before my cock was hard again and dripping precum mixed with cum from my previous orgasm. I kept sweating and panting. Being fucked is exhausting.

The Master took over. I didn’t feel the same sensation. It still felt good, but not as good as it did a moment ago. Thankfully, he didn’t last long, and he came inside me. The Fucking Man then replaced the Master again, and I groaned my appreciation. I was becoming a size queen, the thicker the better. The Fucking Man pounded me, and I squealed like a pig on heat. My cock flailed underneath me; any cum from my previous orgasm had been forced from my cock, and now only the thin, yet slimy, precum oozed.

I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to wank my cock. I wanted to do so much, but I was braced against the wall while I allowed a second man to abuse my hole.

I felt The Fucking Man’s cock throb inside me and felt disappointed as I hadn’t cum again. His cock lurched inside me, and he pumped his cum into my arse. A second load of cum was dumped deep within my guts.

My cock ached; it felt ignored and unsatisfied. As The Fucking Man pulled his cock from my hole, I wanted to straighten up and stroke my cock. But I never had the chance. Another cock was thrust inside me. It was even thicker than The Fucking Man’s. The two other guys in the sauna had finished what they were doing and were sitting together, stroking each other’s cock while they watched me.

It wasn’t either of their cocks.

I twisted my head and saw The Father. It was his cock inside me now. I adored how his thick cock stretched my hole further, but he was as energetic as the others. His thick cock made up for it. He also knew how to handle a cock. He masterfully made it punch and slip over my prostate, causing my cock to drool.

The Father took it slow and steady. I didn’t know which I preferred. All I knew was that I needed to cum again. I didn’t have to wait long as The Father’s cock expertly played with my insides, and I spewed another load over the floor.

The Father kept fucking me, but no matter how long, my cock stayed soft, and only a few drops of cum emerged and dripped to the floor.

I was gasping for air. I needed a break; my mind was overwhelmed. I don’t know if you could experience too much pleasure, but I think I was at that point.

The Father came inside me. He let out noises of satisfaction and pulled out. I now had three loads inside me. I almost collapsed, but The Fucking Man caught me. He led me to a side room, a room they call a ‘Private Relaxation Room’, but was really a room to fuck in private. He lay me down on my belly, and I fell asleep.

 

When I woke, I felt sore. I’d remained on my front so all three loads stayed inside me. My hole was still loose, so when I sat up, I felt cum slide out of me and onto the rubber mattress I had been lying on. The room was dimly lit, but I noticed my clothes, tool belt, and toolbox had been put in the room with me.

I grabbed my trousers and searched for my mobile phone. There were several missed calls, messages and voicemails, all from the man who expected me that afternoon. I checked the time. It was nearly five in the evening. I flopped back down on the rubber mattress and felt more cum leak out of my arse.

Tomorrow was my day at Cremaster Freedom Resort, and I would have to make up my lost time at ‘Vos de Vos’ on Thursday.

I noticed a clean white towel in the room, so I grabbed it and headed to the showers. I washed and paid particular attention to my arse. Other people were there, some stroking each other, others sucking each other, but they left me alone. I washed for a long time, ensuring all the cum that would leak from my hole had already done so. I got many appreciative looks when they saw the size of my cock, but it seemed that they knew I was exhausted and had been fucked to oblivion. I cleaned up and went back to the relaxation room to get dressed.

Mr Vos stood inside. “You know I see everything that happens here, and I don’t intend to pay you for the time you were getting fucked.”

“Sorry, Mr Vos. I don’t know what came over me.” I apologised.

“You mean ‘in’ you. But this is the danger of working in a gay sauna, and is why I like to close on Mondays for maintenance. My clientele can be very persuasive, and I’m afraid seeing you arrive, dressed as you were, was too much for them to handle.”

“I didn’t intend…”

“I know.” Mr Vos interrupted. “And I don’t hold it against you. All I ask is that you finish your repairs to the sauna door before you leave.” Mr Vos chuckled.

“I promise, but please come with me so it doesn’t happen again.”

Mr Vos let out a deep laugh from his diaphragm. “You need to learn to say no. All my patrons understand that.”

Where the fuck had I heard that before, and why was it so difficult for me to say no?

I dressed, fixed the sauna door and left. I rang my disappointed customer, rearranged for Thursday, and then drove home.

 

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