Help Wanted

Chapter 1 ~ Searching for Help

The sounds of wet skin slapping echoed through the room as shallow moans followed it. Other groans added to Xavier's as his body repeatedly shifted forwards and back all a while using his regular and snake hand to jerk off the throbbing cocks surrounding him.

The view of Xavier being used as an endless cum dumpster to strange men was erotic. Xavier's body shivered and trembled at the endless pleasure his body was receiving. His eyes watered as droplets of sweat mixed.

One of the men thrusting inside of him pushed his hips into Xavier's, pushing him over the brink. Xavier let out a hoarse moan, cumming over his stomach before being sprayed and drenched with warm cum like never before. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull, as he collapsed onto the stained, chilly tiled floor. His hot, heaving body lay down from weariness until the sound of the bedroom door opening revealed new, eager males gazing directly at him.

Xavier smirked at the men before muttering his words seductively, -

"Use me as you see fit!~"

~ A Few Weeks Earlier~

Somewhere in a normal urban area, where chaos is normal and a Navajo Snakehanded Bird Man arrives to solve whatever crisis he stumbled on to help step in to fix the problem. And this bird man is named Xavier, the guardian angel. His weird, but beneficial advice and encouragement help whoever is in need. Whether it's someone having a bad day, someone breaking an arm, or even stopping some kind of virus invasion; no matter if the conflict is difficult or not, he's there to solve it.

But on this particular day, everything was just normal. Too normal. No one needs assistance. Sputtering onto anyone he sees to question them, like an orphan begging for food. "Do you wish to be assisted with any problem you have?"

"What the fuck?! Get away from me?!"

"Ummm...no thanks. I'm fine."

"Tsk. And what are you going to help me with?" With that kind of response alone, it made him feel useless. No one wanted his help or any kind of help. "Hmm, it seems like everyone has their problems solved and the businesses around here are working productively. And I'm not in the mood to meditate right now. No offense, my Gods. I'm just having a craving for work and maybe some ice cream on the side with a dash of chocolate syrup."

Xavier continues to stroll down the dark alley until being greeted by a large sign next to a bricked building. "Heeelllp Waannnted," he read until his eyes beamed brightly, "Frittata! A person who is worthy to seek someone who can help them. I must encounter this poor soul before anything traumatic occurs." With that, he heads inside to see a small empty ticket booth. Xavier searches inside the booth and shouts inside. "Yoohoo! Anybody here?"

"Hold up, buddy!" An angry male voice yelled out in the booth. Curious, Xavier continued to search where that voice was until a door slammed open, revealing a well-built, brunette-haired man searching through his phone while mumbling angrily, "Sorry for the wait, bud. The twinks are 10 an hour and the bigger ones are-!" He lifted his head to glance at Xavier and his expression turned into disgust. "What the fuck?"

"Hello there. I spotted your help wanted sign outside your business and I'm here to help." The guy checked out Xavier's body, weirded out by his physical anatomy. "You?" He asked, still questioning whether this guy is joking or not, "you're here? To apply at my business?"

"Mhm."

"Uhh, I don't know, bud. This type of profession might not be for you. That's just an honest response I'll give you, no offense. I appreciate it, but I have to deny it." Xavier frowns but wasn't going to give up that easily. "Please," he begs, "is it because of my physic? Is it because of my looks? Tsk, what a disgrace of a business you have." The owner rolls his eyes at his response and sighs. "It's none of the above. The real question is; how desperate do you want this job?"

"Desperate enough to see a smile creep off that face and help this business grow better than before."

"Hmm," the owner hummed in concern until giving him a smirk, "alright then. Let's head to the back." Xavier smiled as he followed the owner towards the back. 'Frittata, I convinced this man that I'm worthy of his service and now I'll just play it cool.' He opens up the door to reveal a hallway with small doors opposite each other, with pictures of handsome men beside them.

'This must be the employee's rooms to help this business,' he said to himself, leaning towards the picture, 'I can probably help them increase their skills if they want.'

"Hey buddy," the owner called out, "your room is right here." Xavier walked inside to reveal a dark room until the owner flicked on the lights to uncover a spacious room, with a bed with velvet covers and white pillows, nightstands with scented candles, and tubes and bottles on the edge of the bed.

"Oh?" Xavier sputtered out, "th-this is my work sp-space? It's a bit different than what I imagined."

"Sure is." Xavier explored the room a bit until the sound of the door closing behind him. Xavier swiftly glances back at the owner to see him coming toward him. Xavier struggled to sputter words while backing up. "S-so wh-what do I-I have to do to h-help your com-pany?"

"If you want to help us, you're going to have to convince me."

"C-convince? You? H-how?" The owner smirked and stood in front of Xavier. His heart skipped a beat in fear but he tried not to show it. In a stern voice told him to sit. Xavier obediently sat on the bed, but that didn't satisfy the owner. "I meant the floor." He quickly sat on the floor, leveled to his waistline. Xavier can feel the blood rushing through his cheeks.

"Wha- h-how can I help you...i-in this position?"

"Simple," he slips down his pants a bit to reveal his soft erection, "blow me.~"

"W-what?!"