The Professional Bed Warmer

When dad moved out of the house I didn't know what to expect. We were a happy family with a nice house. I did well in school, we went on vacations and I seldom see mom and dad fight. We appeared normal, boring even. So when mom told me that dad had another family with children, I was dumbfounded. I felt so betrayed, but she didn't stop there. Turns out, she and I were the reason why dad had another family. The fucker wanted children and mom couldn't give him.

"But...you have me," I said genuinely confused, but then... Oh, fuck...

"Remy, we adopted you since you were a baby. I thought it'll solve our problem. But a year ago I found out the truth."

I was adopted. Yes, it was a hell of a way to break the news to a hormonal teenager.

"It's been a year?" I squeaked, my heart was beating too fucking hard I almost didn't catch what she said next.

One single word. "Yes." She said it coldly, there was no hug, no tears, no emotion shown on her face. She had known about it for one whole year and still managed to greet dad and cook for dad like nothing happened. Fuck, it was so fucking messed up.

All of that happened while I was in high school. So the second I was able to, I was determined to get out of the house by enrolling in the furthest college. I left mom with her new boyfriend, yep, another shocker. She had an affair knowing dad had another family, seemed that everyone had one foot out of the door, but me. So, what I did next was something that I needed to do out of spite. I left for college and never looked back.

Since the split fiasco, money was tight, mom and dad had little to spare for their adopted son since they have another family and another life. I hated that I still needed them for money, so I said nothing but take any amount they were giving me.

Though I got into college on a scholarship I still have accommodation, books, and meals to think about. I ate instant ramen on most days except when I had my shift at the gay club, which was three times a week back then. Yep, I took bartending as a way to keep myself afloat during my college days. Oh, and I'm gay which surprisingly put more gap between me and my adoptive parents' relationship.

After I finished my art degree, I still worked at the club since there was not much work out there, when my true passion was jewelry making. At least I'd upgraded to working full-time at the gay club. So in my downtime, I sketched a lot in my shitty apartment and kept on working on my designs.

Aside from having to flaunt my bare chest behind the bar and flirt with customers, the tips at the gay club, Zephyr, were way better than the regular club. Also, the cook took pity on me and let me eat whatever he had left that was going to go bad the next day.

The gay club owner, Jed, had his rotation of boyfriends. So, when after years of working at Zephyr his eyes finally landed on me, I was flattered. I know I was good-looking and had a good body, but I was a virgin though it seemed that the fact had made him want me more.

"I can't keep my eyes away from you, that harness and the leather pants look too good on you." One night Jed praised me as I was about to change into my normal clothes to go home to my crappy apartment.

"Thank you." I blushed at his words. Jed was older, he was in his late forties while I was in the ripe age of my early twenties. Yep, a virgin at twenty-two, working in a gay club. It was not that I was holding on to my virginity, but I had been too busy with my studies and saving money for my art supplies.

So when an older man as established as Jed took interest in me I was ready to sink to my knees and let him have his way with me. Don't get me wrong, I might be a virgin but I was a pro at sucking cocks and restroom handjobs since those were the only activities I had time for.

Then when it was time for Jed to take me on dates, I kept my act and managed not to put out until he took me to our third date.

"Why don't you come and pack your stuff for a couple of days and stay at mine," it was a blatant invitation for a fuck, not to move in and I was humble enough to recognize that, and so I did.

"Okay," I shuddered under his touches. Jed was known to be a bit rough, it was behind the club gossip where his exes talked about how the man would fucked them to the bed and leave love bites and bruises in the morning.

The future of losing my virginity and being taken care of by an older man was too exciting for me that I missed all the red flags. And Jed had been sweet with me for the last couple of dates. By the end of the day, I just wanted to be in someone's arms, then maybe someday I'd be truly loved. Yeah, someday for sure. Being adopted made me realize that I was unwanted and unloved the second I was born, then my adoptive parents put the last nails in my coffin, securing the dark thoughts in my head.

"Oh Remy, tell me is it true that you're still a virgin?" There, Jed finally asked after our third date while he was stripping me naked in his bedroom.

"I am," I smiled shyly, feeling too goddamn nervous cause I wanted me and Jed to last, hopefully for a couple of months. Because I know it won't be forever, not for people like me. I liked his apartment, and I wanted to stay there longer than a month. Yep, it was no secret that Jed likes to keep his boyfriend within reach and I was having no problem with that as long as I could get out of the blistering cold of my tiny apartment which had no proper heating.

"Fuck, gorgeous and willing. Why don't you kneel for me and let me shove my cock through that pink lips of yours."

And so I did, I opened my mouth and let him in while I relaxed my throat. The older man groaned and thrusts in and out. It didn't take long until I was on all four and he took my virginity. He was gentle for the first part as if he was cherishing my virginity until I slipped out a moan and the man goes wild.

I was sore two hours later while he cuddled me when all I wanted to do was to take a shower. Somehow the fucking didn't seem as wonderful as the ones in romance novels and the dried cum itches. But I didn't move out of the bed cause I wanted to please the man, letting him hold me and pressing his sweaty chest on my back until he finally snored. I gently pushed away from him and quietly went to the bathroom to clean myself.

The next couple of months fly by easily, I was fucked, sheltered, and fed, all while trying to find a proper job suitable for my art degree.

"I know not to get my hopes up," I told my bestie and fellow cocksucker from Zephyr, Marx.

"Yeah, your ex-virgin ass is not going to entertain him much longer. The man builds Zephyr for his personal enjoyment. But tell me, are you sure you're okay?"

I was not, but I didn't tell him. Instead, I hid my duffle bag under the counter and start preparing drinks for Marx's table. The chirpy twink grinned and took his table's order in seconds.

When no one was looking I wiped my tears and took a deep breath before I plastered a fake smile on my face. Being subtly pushed out of Jed's apartment was a low blow, I thought we were going somewhere. I did last more than three months with him, which was a couple of months more than many of his conquests at Zephyr.

I know so because they talked.

The last couple of weeks, staying at Jed's apartment hadn't been enjoyable, he had been rougher than I'd liked with less aftercare. The club owner had only two modes while fucking, rough and rougher. The next day I would wake up with bruises on my body and a sore ass. But when he joked that he was going to let his friends have me while he watches, I was more than scared thinking if he was serious, or if it was his way of pushing me out the door. So I think of it as the latter and that was when I packed my bag to leave his apartment and go straight for work.

It was closing time when I waited for everyone to go before I could slip out of there with my duffle bag. But Dodge, the biggest bouncer in the club told me that Jed wanted to see me in his office. He winked as if something naughty was going to happen between Jed and me, so I put on my fake smile and thanked the man.

"You're leaving me?" He asked the second I entered his room, the man was sitting behind his desk and told me to close the door behind me.

"Um, I thought you were done with me." I was certainly hoping that he was done with me.

"Come here," he called me closer, turned his chair to face me, and parted his legs and I knew it was a silent command for me to kneel before him.

"If my last comment offended you, I'm sorry."

I was fucking relieved, thinking that he was not going to share me with his friend. I mean he apologized, right?

When I nodded in a silent reply to accept his apology, he guided my mouth to his crotch. He smiled and waited for me to unzip and take his cock past my lips. Jed strokes my cheek after I sucked him dry, I smiled back at him hoping he was taking me back and I didn't have to spend the rest of the night in a shady motel before I go look for a new apartment. All of my savings would go to my deposit and first month's pay and utilities, then I'd start my ramen diet all over again. Yes, I might be splurging on my art supplies in the past few weeks.

"Get your bag, I'm not done with you."

He must've seen the relief on my face and the man chuckled telling me that he'd wait for me in his car.

"Where were you planning to stay tonight?" He asked when I put my duffle bag in the backseat of his car. Aside from the three boxes of knick-knacks of stuff I stored at Marx's since I let go of my shitty apartment, I was living out of my duffle bag. Sometimes I wondered how my life had gotten to this, but then I pictured my adoptive parents and they always managed to sour my mood.

"A motel, then search for an apartment the next day." I shrugged and let him take my hand in his. Jed could be nice when he wanted to and I know that he had perfected the act when he took my hand and kissed my wrist. I smiled back at him, thinking two can play this game. The months I've spent staying with him had thickened my skin. I had been put in a position where I'd never thought I'd be.

Jed was my first boyfriend if you can call it that. He was definitely my first relationship and I struggled to call it a relationship when he still fuck other guys telling me that it was an open relationship, though I had no desire to be with others. My mind was too exhausted to even think about the drama, not when I'm busy saving my money. But I stayed for the apartment, the food, and the slight feeling of being cherished, thinking that none of the guys were staying in his bed afterward beside me.

"Remy, my beautiful boy," he kissed me hard and grabbed my waist as I whimpered to his liking. I know I needed to play nice. Maybe I could keep him company until spring comes, at least I could bear the cold in any rundown apartment I could afford while saving to get a better one.

When we reached his apartment, I let him lead me to his bedroom where he told me to get naked and ride him. I did it, I gave him my all to make sure that I pleased him enough to still wanted me back. Turns out he did. He was all smiling when morning came, he even makes me coffee when was getting ready for my run. It was the only time I look forward to, even in the cold winter I welcomed the freezing air.

"Go and enjoy your run, we'll talk later."

Talk? the word lingered in my mind while I stretched before my morning run. Nothing good ever comes from that one word. Not when I talked with mom, not when I talked with dad, not even when I talked with my landlord before I conveniently landed on a so-called boyfriend relationship with my boss, Jed.

That talk came after we had breakfast. "You know how I like you most than my previous boyfriends? You're special, Remy, you're very good in bed, loyal, and good-looking."

"Um, thank you?" I was not sure how to respond to that since he paused in the middle of his talk. But he chuckled and told me that I was welcome. His hand reached out to my face and stroked my cheek telling me once again that I was gorgeous.

"I have a favor to ask, but first of all tell me, do you like working at the club?"

"Yeah, the tips are good. And it helped me financially."

"Good... good." Jed had never asked me about my personal life, but I gave him the bullshit about me supporting my parents. I guess I thought that having him pity me would make me keep my bartending job rather than just being his boy toy.

"So, this is what I'm getting at, I'm having cash flow issues with the club. Nothing major I should be able to amend everything in the next couple of months."

"Um. Okay..." I decided to acknowledge his words, but I was still not following him. I still didn't understand what he was trying to convey in our talk.

"And I need you to be my collateral, to stay with them for that couple of months."

"W-what?"

"Come on, Remy, help me out, will you? You still have a place to stay over your head when you're done, and you still get to work at Zephyr."

My mind kept on telling me that it was wrong that I was getting myself in trouble. I should be getting out of there. Fuck...and what? Get a new place? A new bartending job in the middle of winter?

He must've seen my struggle when he pulled me onto his lap and start caressing my thigh. "You can help me, Remy, can't you?"

His soft voice made me give in and I nodded. At least he asked me nicely. "Tell me how will it go? Are you involved with the mob?"

He laughed and told me that I was being ridiculous. "No, just two very close friends of mine. You will stay at their apartment in the city, maybe do stuff while you're there,"

"What do you mean do stuff?" My heart beats faster telling myself that this couldn't be happening.

"Look, Remy, you met them we had dinner with them a few times already, The Daniels."

Fuck, I knew the Daniels. I never did like them, I always had to play nice when they were at Jed's. And Jed would put me on his lap, and let the Daniels watch as he gave me deep intimate kisses where I'd moan when he parted my legs and stroke my cock in front of them. But I thought they were married. I've heard when they talked about their wives and kids. What the hell?

"Wait, you're whoring me out?" I accused Jed, and the man laughed at me telling me that I was being silly.

"Wake up Remy, this is the world we're living in. You allowed me to fuck you and I let you live in my apartment rent-free, shared my meals, and I even gave you a monthly salary for working at my club."

My cheeks flushed, I didn't think he'd listed all, but he did. He clearly knows what was expected of him, but he was not mad, instead, he was gentle with me. Which only made me feel dirtier, how the hell did I get to this level?

"Tomorrow, you will go and stay with them, the deal is two months. You will still work at Zephyr, do your daily activities, and your runs, but at the end of the day, you come back to them instead to mine. Remy, look at me, only for two months, baby," his thumb caressed my back and his kisses linger on my neck.

He took me to the shower where cleans my body and fucked me hard, telling me that he was going to miss me while my head was still trying to grasp how the hell did he manage to convince me to take the deal with the Daniels.

Maybe it was the desperation in me but when the Daniels arrived, I willingly go with them and I even give Jed a kiss which made him smile and told me that he couldn't wait to have me back.

Yeah right, I bet he already had several guys lined up for the next two months. Suck it up, Remy, you're still better than those homeless hookers. I tried to give myself a pep talk, wanting this part of my life to be over with already.

"You look like you were being handed a life sentence." The blond-haired man I know as Lance said looking at my dreaded expression. Then the other Daniels, Nash, told me that they're brothers and that I will be staying at their apartment.

"You will be with one of us each time, we don't play together. We will rotate our schedule between our wives and our jobs. But we believe that you will not betray our trust, Jed said that you're one of the good ones." Nash started explaining everything once we got in the car. Him in the backseat with me, while Lance was behind the wheel. "Give me your phone,"

I did as he told me to do as my brain was working on what Nash just said. Thinking how Jed had been pimping his lovers before me. I waited as he sent a text to his and his brother's phone, telling me that they got my number. "Don't bother calling, we won't be answering your call, a text will suffice."

I nodded, feeling like a whore already.

"Remy, you're going to enjoy our arrangement. Maybe even more than Jed is providing you with at the moment." Lance said after his brother open the door once we arrived at their apartment.

"You will be staying here, alone. We will leave you with an allowance to stock the fridge. We will give you a list since we expect there will be food and drinks when we're here. You will clean, but there's not much to do when you're living on your own. And keep in mind, no one else but you is allowed to be here. We like our privacy."

"Okay."

"One more thing," Nash added, "there's an NDA at the kitchen counter, read it and sign it. Here's a debit card for your allowance, the pin is exactly this date, remember it. Tomorrow we expect you to get yourself checked, we don't like using condoms." Nash peeked at his phone and then told his brother that they need to get going.

Lance told me to be good and that he will get the first try, the day after tomorrow. He cupped my cheek, ran his thumb over my lips then told me to let him in. The kiss was soft and it get heated in seconds, I let myself go and moan when his hand moves lower to rub my erection. He abruptly pulled back and told me that he was good to fuck his wife then laugh as he walk outside to follow his brother.

I closed the door behind them and then looked at the apartment. It was nicer than Jed's, more spacious and the view was way better. I smiled and shook my head thinking, okay maybe I can do this. I looked around and decided to put my stuff in the smaller bedroom, thinking this was how it felt to be a kept man.

Two days later Lance walked in the door just after lunchtime. He had texted the day before, informing me of his arrival time and what he expected from me.

I had signed their NDAs and I had the result from the health clinic that they appointed, clearing me from any kind of sexually transmitted diseases. The fridge was stocked with food and drinks from their list.

"You've been a very good boy." Lance praised when he flipped through the documents, then he moved to check in the fridge and the wine cooler.

"Pour me a glass of white,"

He was behind me, snaking his arms around my waist when I almost dropped the bottle when he startled me. "Keep it steady, Remy," he snickered and slipped his hand under my sweatpants.

Yeah, I was told to greet him wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. Though the temperature was nice and warm, I still got goosebumps when he started kissing my shoulder and groping my balls. I was shaved bare to their wishes and perfectly clean inside and out.

"You know when Jed showed us the home video of you naked with beautiful smooth ass cheeks all pink and aroused and begging to be fuck, we know we wanted you. Fuck, I've been fucking my wife with your sexy ass on my mind for weeks after that."

I moaned at his filthy words, it was depraving and dirty, yet it was making me horny. Damn, something is seriously wrong with me. But all thoughts were gone, the second his fingers wrapped my length and stroked me while he turned me around and demanded me to kiss him.

And so I did, wine forgotten when my sweatpants were on the floor and I was naked and my dick was pressed against my belly and his hand kept on stroking me slowly as if he had all the time in the world.

"Sit up on the island, legs parted." Lance took the glass of wine and slowly drank it, his back resting on the opposite counter, watching me appreciatively. Then he stalked forward and put a hand on my thigh which made my dick jump and the man chuckled.

"Young men, I always love it when they're horny twenty-four-seven. Tell me, Jed boasted that you were a virgin before him, the man made us pay a ridiculous amount of money for you."

What the fuck? I fucking knew it!

I schooled my expression and put on my seductive smile instead. Adapt, Remy, you need to adapt and be smart about this. I pushed myself to calm down and let the older man touch my body. He was probably the same age as Jed, though he looked older probably because of his beer belly. Nash had a better figure than his brother. Luckily both brothers were not bad looking, hell, their money alone made them look better.

He poured another glass before he tipped it to my lips, and I swallowed every drop while he hungrily watch me drink. He groped and adjusted himself, then he rested the glass aside and ran his hand to pinch my nipple drawling out another moan from me.

"Come with," he held out his hand and I put mine in his, letting him guide me to the bedroom.

"Lay down for me, baby, you're going to be a good doll for me, aren't you? you're going to let me do anything I want with you?"

"Yes," I breathed, part of me was horny from walking around naked, and part of me was feeling the need for a fuck since he had told me to watch gay porn last night and strictly told me not to touch myself.

"So, Jed's the only one who had been inside you?" He asked when he joined me on the bed still fully clothed. He told me to plant my feet on the cool sheets, bent my knees higher, and part my legs wider. I was giving him a front-row seat view of my... everything. I blushed and he told me that I was too beautiful to be Jed's alone.

The pillow was positioned under my waist and it elevates me, opening me more, and I swear I could almost see the man drool. I should be appalled by the situation, but instead, my dick twitched and leaked more precum and I moaned when he told me to part my knees even wider.

Fuck...this was so fucking messed up...

But I did it, I moved my knees to his liking and let his lubed fingers breach and played me.

"Mhmm...no, my sexy doll, stay still, you're mine to play with." I squirmed at his words and bit my lip so hard when he added more fingers and reached deeper until he found my prostate.

"I can't, please..." My hands were grasping the sheets while I was letting him deeper until he pulled out abruptly. But only to come back with a vibrating toy and slide it in easily inside me. Lance straddled my chest then unzipped his pants and fed me his cock.

"Suck me, beautiful,"

I moaned with his cock in my mouth, then whimpered when he pressed the controller, and the toy buzzed inside me, throbbing, stretching. He kept it steady, I was a fucking mess, too horny to care when I let him use my mouth until he unload to the back of my throat. I slumped when I let go seconds after he moved to jerk me off, then he wrapped a towel to catch my cum. I didn't even realize that he had prepared a towel for me.

"Fascinating round one, baby doll. Rest, we'll play again after lunch."

I was too relaxed to answer and I let him cuddle my naked body after he carefully stripped to his boxers and pulled me to rest my cheek on his hairy chest.