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Jobs for the Homeless
Matt Thomas (matt_thomas88@yahoo.com) 

***

A street-boy is trained to please men. (MM+/M-teen, 
oral, anal, prost)

***

"How long have you been out her, son?"

I looked up into the face of a man in (I would guess) 
his mid-to-late thirties. "Three months, sir. Can you 
spare any change?"

It hadn't been a pleasant three months, living on the 
streets, trying to get money for food, trying to get 
hold of cardboard or an old coat or blanket to keep me 
warm at night. I never seemed to be able to get a place 
in a hostel, and I always had to fight to keep my 
little corners to beg from and sleep in. 

"I can spare you something much better than that. Why 
don't you get up so I can have a proper look at you?"

Let me explain about myself. My name is Pete and I'm 
18. I was thrown out of my home by my bastard parents 
when I told them I was gay. When I left home, all I'd 
done was a fumble with one mate and given a blow job to 
another. I slept on friend's floors for a bit, but 
people soon get fed up of having an extra body around. 
Eventually, I decided to come to London to see if I 
could get a job and support myself. 

Bad mistake. No home equals no job. No job equals no 
money. No money equals no food or home. I couldn't see 
anyway out of it all. 

I stood up. I've been told I'm quite good-looking. 
Tall, thin, dark wavy hair, friendly grin. Mind you, I 
was so used to being grimy and disheveled that I doubt 
I looked like anything much. Still, the man gave me a 
good look up and down, as though he was really admiring 
me. 

"Right," he said, "I can provide you with a comfortable 
home, food, clothes and a hot bath. All things I would 
guess you're desperate for." 

They sounded very attractive, but I was suspicious. 
"Why would you do that? What's in it for you? What's 
the catch?" 

The man put up his hand to stop me and smiled. "So many 
questions! There's no catch. I just ask my guests to do 
some little jobs round the place. Nothing too 
stressful."

I was hooked, I had to admit. Maybe a little part of my 
brain was screaming at me to be careful, but most of me 
just wanted off the streets, especially as it was late 
autumn and the temperatures at night had really started 
dropping lately. 

"That sounds okay," I said cautiously. "What happens if 
I don't like it or I can't do the jobs?" 

"You'll be free to go at anytime you want, I promise. 
You're under no commitment to me at all."

Food, clothes, shelter, a hot bath - it all sounded too 
good to be true, but they were things I was desperate 
for. 

"Okay," I said. 

"So what's your name, son?" 

"Pete." 

"Good. I'm Francis. Come with me." 

I followed the man. 

We soon arrived at the entrance to some city centre 
flats, where he punched a number into the keypad and 
the door swung open. We took the lift to the sixth 
floor. Francis opened a door and showed me what was 
beyond. The room was luxurious - a huge bed, a settee, 
a television with satellite receiver. And off the room 
was a bathroom with a large bath in it. I turned to 
Francis. "Is this like some sort of hotel?"

"Not exactly. Now, I want you to have a long bath and 
clean yourself up. Have a look in the wardrobes, 
there's bound to be something in your size that you'll 
like. Then come and get some food - down to the fifth 
floor and through the door marked dining Room."

He closed the door as I gaped round the room in wonder. 

After a lovely bath, the first decent wash I've had in 
three months, I looked through the wardrobes and the 
drawers. There were incredible numbers of different 
types of clothes (all top brand names) and they seemed 
to all be in my size. Even the underwear drawers were 
full of briefs, thongs, jockeys and boxer shorts all in 
different colors and styles. 

I put together a set of clothes, white Fruit of the 
Loom briefs, white socks, grey Reebok tracksuit 
bottoms, an Adidas T-shirt and a Nike sweater. 

Dressed, I made my way out of the room and down to the 
fifth floor, easily finding the Dining Room. Francis 
was sat on a sofa reading a newspaper. He glanced up as 
I arrived and smiled, before moving behind the counter 
to dish out a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, fried 
bread, toast, tomatoes, beans and hash browns. 

"Cooked breakfast, okay?"

I nodded. 

"Leave anything you don't like." 

I have to admit I wolfed it down pretty quickly, always 
aware of his watchful eye. 

"Anyone ever told you you're a good-looking lad?" 

I nodded as I polished off the latest of the sausage 
and lay down my cutlery. "That was great - I cant 
remember the last decent cooked meal I had." 

Francis smiled again. 

I leaned back in the chair. 

"So, what are these jobs I have to do, then?"

"Cut straight to the chase. Yes, I like that. Okay, 
what my guests do here is basically help me run a 
brothel."

I shot out of my seat. "What?" 

His hand came across and rested on my arm. "Just hear 
me out a moment. You're gay, right?"

Guardedly, I answered: Yes. 

"You like sex?" 

"Yes." 

"Like having money to buy things for yourself?"

"Yeah, I guess so." 

"Fancy the idea of free accommodation for a very small 
cut?" 

"Ummm..." I sat down slowly. I was beginning to see 
where he was going with this - and perhaps it wasn't 
such a bad place. "How often would I have to do it?"

"Well, that depends on you, but clients here pay pretty 
well, so probably no more than two or three times a 
week. Unless you need extra money, of course," he 
smiled. 

That didn't sound so bad, I guess. And it had to better 
than spending the winter out freezing on the streets. 

"No commitments?" I asked. 

"None," he replied. "You can walk out of here at any 
time. It wouldn't do for my guests to be unhappy - the 
clients soon recognize that. 

"Okay," and I stuck out my hand. He shook it. 

"Right, there's some training before I send you out to 
do the job. So meet me in room 3 on the third floor 
tomorrow at ten. You're free till then. Oh, and come 
and get food from the kitchen (he indicated where it 
was) anytime you're hungry." 

I made my way back to my room. Training? Francis made 
it sound like a career with job prospects and 
promotions... 

***** 

The next morning I was at room 3 just before ten 
o'clock. Francis arrived shortly after me, smiled and 
unlocked the door. Inside was a just a small room with 
a few chairs and another door beyond. Francis indicated 
me to sit down. 

"Okay, Pete, I need to explain how this training works. 
Basically, it gives you a chance to learn how to 
satisfy men, so they will pay the high levels we charge 
here. It may seem a little strange to you at first, but 
after a bit you'll understand how it will help you."

I nodded. He stood up and opened the inner door. 

"Take your clothes off before you go through."

"Huh?" 

"Well, you don't have sex with your clothes on, do you? 
And don't worry about me being here - seen it all 
before, many times. You'll soon get used to having your 
kit off in front of people. 

With slight reluctance I undressed and pied my clothes 
on a chair. Francis led me through the door. 

It was medium-sized room, plain except for the 
contraption in the middle - the likes of which Id never 
seen before. It was made out of various jointed 
sections of metal, including a long middle section with 
a hole at one end and four pieces of metal hinged out 
from it, two near the top, two at the bottom. There 
were various other smaller bits attached. 

I looked at it, my jaw dropping, and then looked at 
Francis. 

What the fuck? 

"This is our training device. It's very sophisticated 
because it can be bent and rotated in various different 
ways. He saw the uncomprehending look on my face. You 
see, some of our clients aren't interested in bed or 
foreplay or anything other than pure, unadulterated sex 
- sticking their cock in a hole, if you like. Trainees 
develop their skills by working with these customers, 
learning how to satisfy them and adapt their own bodies 
to serve others. This device helps you do that. Lie 
down."

I lay face down on the metal and realized the four 
hinged sections were for my arms and legs, the hole in 
the long piece was for my cock and balls to hang 
through. The long piece supported my neck but went no 
further. Francis fastened a few loops over parts of my 
body - purely to support me and keep me from falling, 
he explained. 

Francis continued, "During the next hour, some men will 
come in - they're clients, but quite easygoing about 
breaking in new talent. I want you to work out how to 
accommodate them. Oh, and don't worry if they move 
parts of the device - it'll just give you more chances 
to try different positions out. 

He patted my ass and walked away. 

I wondered if I was doing the right thing getting 
myself into this. Still, the thought of free board 
seemed preferable to being on the street - I decided to 
give it a go. 

The door opened and a man walked in. He came straight 
to my face, dropped his trousers and boxer shorts and 
stuck his cock in my mouth.  I can do this, I thought, 
and began to suck and to tenderize his length with my 
tongue. 

He snorted and pulled out. 

"Not just that - use your hands." He pressed a button 
on a control panel and my arms started to bend round. 
Eventually they ended up with my hands resting against 
his buttocks. Oh, right. I could see what he meant. I 
went back to trying to give him the best blow job I 
could, all the time kneading his ass with my hands. I 
became a little more daring after a bit and stuck my 
tongue out to wash his balls. At the same time I 
allowed a finger to trace delicately up and down his 
ass crack. I could feel my cock begin to swell and was 
glad that a hole had been left for it, otherwise it 
would have been crushed. 

I felt the man's cock begun to jerk and suddenly spurts 
of spunk were shot into my mouth. I waited until he had 
finished and then licked over the tip of his cock 
before loosening my hold on it. 

Pretty good blow job for a novice, he said, patting me 
on the head. I grinned to myself: maybe my training 
wouldn't be so bad. 

Another man came in. He pressed a control and I felt 
the long metal section bend so that I ended up as if on 
all fours - with my ass point out behind me. Another 
control moved the leg pieces so my thighs were widen 
open. I began to feel worried. I really hadn't thought 
about anyone fucking my ass. What if it really hurt? 

I felt the man's cock against my sphincter, pushing 
hard. Almost panicking now, I tried to clench my 
buttocks as close together as I could in this position. 
The man grunted and I could feel the effort he was 
making to push inside. His cockhead began to gain 
entrance and I let out a huge yell. He was killing me! 
Splitting me in two! I begged him to stop. He pushed a 
little further and then stopped and pulled out. I heard 
a muttered complaint as he left. 

Oh dear. I'd been so proud of my training after the 
first man. Now I was an abject failure. Maybe I should 
just ask to leave. 

Another man came into the room. A control whined and 
the device slowly collapsed back so I was flat again. 
Another control and I was turning over as if on a spit. 
I ended up facing the ceiling. A final control and my 
legs bent over on top of me until I was almost folded 
in half.  Again my ass was exposed. The man walked up 
to me and I again felt the pressure at my pucker. Again 
I couldn't do anything and felt agonizing pain. The man 
persisted a little longer than the previous one, but 
soon withdrew what little head got in and left. 

I heard the door open once more and the controls move 
me back into the doggy position. Francis appeared in my 
line of vision. 

"You've got to learn to relax and open your ass up. You 
won't have the pain and you'll find you can actually 
enjoy it."

He walked round behind me and I felt his finger tracing 
delicately up and down my ass crack. I began to wiggle 
in appreciation. "That's better."

He began to draw smaller and smaller circles around my 
pucker with his finger until he was resting gently on 
it. I felt more relaxed than I had done before and 
realized I had some control over those muscles. I 
willed myself to relax them. His finger popped in 
suddenly and I hardly felt a thing. All I had was a 
great feeling of great relief and happiness. He eased 
one and then two more fingers in. 

"My, what a tight virgin butt you have, Grandmother," 
he said teasingly. 

"All the better to eat you up with," I grinned back. 

"I don't usually do this with my guests, but..." I felt 
him remove his fingers and then something else was 
resting against my asshole, waiting for an invitation. 
I knew what I had to do and willed myself to relax 
again. This time there was a little amount of pain as 
his cock entered me, followed by a great deal of joy. 

I never realized it felt so good. 

Shit. 

He began to rock backwards and forwards, gaining a 
rhythm and pounding my ass. It was fantastic - like 
heaven. Finally I felt him squirt great globules of 
spunk into my as and then withdraw. 

Francis came back into sight. "I don't usually do that 
with guests, but you're... special," he kissed me 
softly on the lips. Then he was gone. 

Well, after that it was easy. I spent the next two 
weeks in the device - an hour in the morning and an 
hour in the afternoon. I learnt how different men try 
to enter your mouth or your ass and how to make the job 
easier and more pleasurable for both them and me. I was 
fucked in many different positions, thanks to the 
device: flat out with a man lying along me, doggy 
position, flipped over and bent double, upside down and 
horizontal - you name it, these men tried it, some 
gently, some less so. I learnt how best to use my 
hands, my tongue, my lips, my as - until I felt like an 
old pro. 

When I wasn't in the device I was mostly free to do 
what I wished, although there was a rule that guests 
should spend about an hour a day in the gym, just to 
keep in shape. 

Two weeks after I had arrived Francis took me to a 
hairdressers and got my hair cut short and bleached 
blond - I could hardly recognize myself in the mirror 
(but secretly I thought it looked great). He took me 
back to my room and talked me through the sorts of 
clothes to wear when collecting clients: tight, figure-
hugging T-shirts or vests, tight black or white briefs, 
tight white jeans or combats. 

That evening he took me out to a gay pub and helped me 
choose my first client. We came back to my room and 
spent several hours with me giving him blowjobs or him 
fucking me - and, in between, me exploring and playing 
with his erogenous zones. 

He paid very well - enough that I didn't have to worry 
too soon about rushing out to get another client. 

The next day Francis popped in. 

"Well, Pete, I think I've got the makings of a first 
class star in you. You realize, of course, that your 
training is over."

My face fell, and he saw it. 

"You really like working on the device, don't you?"

"Yeah. I love just concentrating on the sex without any 
other distractions."

"Well, it doesn't pay as well, but I don't see why you 
couldn't still put in your two hours twice a week."

"Three times and it's a deal!" 

"Cheeky." He paused. "Okay. You're too special for me 
to be messing you around." He patted me on the ass and 
then kissed me and left. 

Not The End...

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