Maid to Serve (boyx3boys)

The Secret

Hey this is my first time posting! I'm so excited to write this story, it shouldn't be too long, just a couple chapters. And I will hopefully be able to post frequently and get this story completed! Just a reminder this story will get pretty graphic so please only ready if you're 18+! Also I'm so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Okay let's gets started!
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I woke up with the sun per usual. I've
never been a heavy sleeper, but it doesn't bother me much. I stretched and got ready for work quickly, brushing my teeth and picking out my clothes in an almost robotic way. I walked to the subway and took my ten minute ride over to the restaurant. I don't like the subway at all, I've heard so many horror stories on the news about people getting hurt or beaten, gosh the idea makes me want to hurl. I was on guard like always but as we pull up to my stop I relax a bit. From the subway its a one minute walk to Russos the very fancy, and very expensive, restaurant I work at. I'm a chef and proud of it, I went to school for four years and there perfected my craft. As I'm walking in a see my boss Martha and some of the servers setting up for a private lunch scheduled today.
"Alex dear the menu for this afternoon is on the counter"
Martha called over. I nodded and went to go check what I would be cooking today.
"Hey Alex." I froze, oh god I didn't know he would be here today.
"H-hi Ben" stupid stupid stupid. "What're we makin' today?" Okay act cool and professional and
"Oh um the list is uh right here" I shoved the paper to Ben and he gave me a weird look. Holy shit Im actually an idiot. Ben read over the paper and I took my time admiring him...wow . I've had a crush on Ben since I started working here, he's another chef at Russos, and a brilliant one at that. But the thing is I can barely get two words out without stumbling and stuttering over them.
"Okay short stuff let's get to work." Oh god, I hate when he called me that, or I hate that I get flustered when he does. I'm not the most laterally gifted per se, I stand at about 5'5. Which wouldn't be a big problem if I didn't look like I was still a kid. I have a baby face and big brown eyes that along with me height, make it impossible to look like a fully grown adult. My boyish blond hair doesn't help much either. In actuality I'm 25, but you wouldn't know it from looking at me.
"Alex?" Oh shoot!
"Oh yes um let's get started"

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By lunch time me, Ben, and the other chefs had everything prepared.
"I'm going to go out for a smoke." Ben said as he headed to the exit in the back. I decided I'd join him.
"Hey Ben, nice day right?" Nice day? Really??
"Yeah" he took a drag at his cigar and I looked away. My dad had smoked a lot when I was a kid and it wasn't a particularly admirable trait in my eyes.
"You going to the bar with everyone on Friday?" Ben asked
"Oh um I'm not sure..." Alcohol was another thing I hated, again because of my father.
"You should it'll be fun." Yeah right. "And I'd like it if you came." Wait what.
"Oh I uh- okay yeah sure I'll go, of course" okay that's it I need to get out of here before I say something stupid.
"I uh... have to pee!" No why did I say that!
"Ha- alright then go do your thing short stuff" I practically ran out.

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That night I brought home some leftovers from the restaurant and ate that for dinner, while watching tv. I lived in a quaint little apartment, it had a small kitchen and couch and another room with my bed. I lived alone, and it would most likely stay that way due to my difficulties finding a partner. It's not as if I haven't tried, but I have somewhat of a...special interest I guess? I- well I. Well, you'll see. Before bed each night I grab a box from underneath my bed, inside are, well, sex toys. Okay I'm kinky, very, very, kinky. I undress and get in my bed to prepare for my nightly ritual. I found out early on that I was into all sorts of things and when I grew up, I quickly learned it was the only way for me to get off. I can't simply j*rk off, I have to go the whole nine yards. I grab lube and my plug, teasing myself until I'm moaning and then shove it in. I then grab my vibrator, it straps around my d*ck and has a little button on top where you can change the settings. Next are the nipple clamps, I use pretty heavy duty ones cause I like a little more pain. Finally I grab my thigh straps and handcuffs along with my gag. I turn on some p*rn and press the vibrator on. Now I know what you're thinking, how could I be into this, and why. But to that I have no answer, I never really knew anything until I started watching po*n as a kid. It just so happens I'm a very kinky guy, and obviously I've learned to accept it. The vibrator is turned to highest setting and I fall down face first a*s up on to my bed. I writhe around, though it's not much use since I'm bound by the thigh straps and handcuffs. Moaning and keeping my eyes glued to the screen, wishing it was me getting railed by a buff man from behind. As I finished I moaned Bens name. The first time I got off to him I felt guilty, but now it's just normal, and he'll never know.