Takeaway

Mike had just finished work. It had been a long day and quite mentally draining. He had started work some 15 hours ago and from start to finish it had been a total pain. From staff issues to missing paperwork, there wasn't one thing Mike felt had gone right. Mike was tired and ad was his ephos since his promotion to manager, he was the forst to arrive and last to leave the office. He jumped in his car and started towards home.

Twenty minutes into his journey Mike was reminded by his rumbling stomach that he had yet to eat. He pulled off the highway at the next exit and found a row of shops. In the middle was a small takeaway restaurant. Mike pulled outside and parked up. There were a number of people queing and waiting around the shop, which in Mikes mind was a good sign for the quality of the food.

Mike joined the queue, and waited a few minutes, he got to the front of the line and made his order, a simple order of burger and chips which should see him through until he got home and got to bed.

Order placed Mike took his receipt, Order No99 and stood to one side, he whipped out his phone, and opened up the dating app. Mike didn't need help with the girls, but his long hours, combined with his reluctance to date any of coworkers meant he was always looking for alternative ways to meet a young lady.

As Mike logged onto the App it came up with the usual error, showing him local men only. Mike sighed, it took a few moments to reconfigure the search, so he set about changing the parameters.

His phone vibrated in his hand, momentarily making Mike jump, he had received a message, some generic username,no profile pic, Mike opened it, thinking it was probably one of the girls he had been messaging over the past week. There had been so many, he couldn't remember all of their names, let alone usernames.

As the message loaded, Mike looked up to see if his order was ready, the staff were still pacing back and forth, moving between the freezer, sinnk and cooking stations, and back to the counter to call out another Order No 94. Mike looked back at his phone screen. taking up the full screen was a dick pic. Your usual shaft and head deal, Mike had sent enough to know, the one on his screen was pitch black, with short curly hair around the base. Mike panicked and went to exit the message, but his phone froze. Mike started swiping the screen, but nothing happened, he started tapping to try and get the home buttons up, but as he tapped away the app recorded it as a like for the picture, and cycled the emojis in response, from a thumbs up, to a fire symbol and a heart.

"Order 95" was called. Mike couldn't figure out what was going on, and thats when he felt it. A hand brushed his ass. Maybe it was an accident, someone turning, trying to get through to their order. A young lady pushed passed him and grabbed the bag. Mike couldn't help but smile. She was kind of cute. She cut back past him without so much as a glance. Strange thought Mike, and went back to his phone. The picture had chaned, The sam dick, different angle. A large hand gripped the base, pointing the head directly at the camera. Mike tried hitting the power button, but that only grabbed a screenshot to his phone. Then it happened again, this time the hand on his ass gave his cheek a squeez and a rub.

Mike turned round, but there was still a number of people behind him, and no one obvious stood out as the perpetraitor. Back to his phone Mike was running out of ideas of what to do with his app issues. Mike started taking the case off his phone, wondering if there was some way of getting to the battery. Then it happened, 2 hands, one on each cheeck of Mikes ass, it was a squeeze, followed by a cupping. Mike moved his hand quickly to grab the hand, but was out manouvered and found his arm pushed up his back. Now with an arm pinned and a hand groping his ass Mike was struggling to think. He felt the warmth as he body behind got close. You like those pictures on your phone? How about the real thing??

Mike was nudged forward and put his phone down on the counter to regain his balance. Arm still pinned he was unable to stop the video as it started playing, the same black dick now being pumped furiously. The volume loud enough for people to take an interest in the pumping and squelching sounds.

"Order 96" Mike shoved his phone in his pocket and put his free hand over the top of it to stifle the sound. He was quick, and that was just enough to stop anyone seeing the video. The hand left his ass cheek and slid round the front and started squeezing and groping his groin. Mike wasn't gay, but it had been a long time since he had got laid. The groping cotinued and a gasp passed Mikes lips, followed by a little moan, Mikes body started to betray him, and he felt his cock growing in his pants.

The man behind put his foot between Mikes and applied pressure, Mike instinctively parted his legs. The man stepped forward, and Mike could feel the buldge in the front of the mans trousers pressing against the back of his.

The hand left his groin and traced a finger up Mikes middrift, Mike couldn't help but feel a little dissapointed. The fingers found their way to Miks nipple and squeezed, A moan of pain left Mikes mouth. This caused a twitch in the meat pushed against him, and both sensations made Mike very horny indeed. His mind flashed through the scenerios, was he just being toyed with, would he take this guy home for drinks, for more? The fingers left his nipple and continued upwards, it lingered around his neck before moving to his face. The index finger pushed between his lips and Mike made no effort to stop it, It hooked into the side of his cheek. Mike run his toungue up and down the invading finger. Mike felt a getle thrust from behind and knew he had done well.

With only a couple of customer left waiting for their orders in the seating area, Mike was out of view of them, Bent over and legs spread, a finger in his mouth, the hand pinned on his back was guided to the front of the trousers, he felt round and located the erect penis. He started massaging through the trousers, desperate to return the sensations he was feeling.

"Hey Abbas, you got another one?"

Mike could hear the conversation going on above him.

"Yeah Atiff, you know these white boys be so submissive, open the door so I can take him out the back."

Mike could hear the door open next to him. Abbas stepped into the door, leaving his finger in Mikes mouth. Abbas asked if Mike wanted to follow. Mike had never wanted something so much and immediately stepped towards the door.

Abbas slapped Mike in the face sending Mike into a spiral of shock and confusion. Mike hit the floor, a line of drool from the finger formally in his mouth to his chin lined his clothing.

There are rules to come through this door. Mike looked wide eyed, the first time he had got a real look at the man who had spent the past 15 minutes changing his reality.

Towering above him was a young middle eastern man. No more than mid 20s. He wasnt overally tall or big built, but the way he stood and looked at Mike, he was used to bring in control.

Whiteboys dont get shoes, Mike raced to remove his shoes.

No jewlery. Mike removed the watch that had been handed down across 3 generations, his necklace that had been given by his now deceased Dad, and his Pen, a very expensive affair given to him on his promotion. He removed his wallet from his pocket and with his phone had all these items in his hands.

Where do I leave them? Mike enquired offering his his belongings to Abbas,

Abbas shrugged, not my problem, Mike looked round and put all the items in his shoes and pushed them against the counter. As Mike went to get up, he was given the last rule. Whiteboys only crawl beyond this point.

Abbas stepped through the door and held it open, Mike hesitated for a moment, before crawling through the door.

Mike, in his expensive suit crawled through the kitchen area, patches of oil, water and discarded food clung to the expensive material. Someone stood on his hand, but failed to acknowledge him, he was kicked out the way and someone even spilt a meal on him, but the laughing made Mike feel it certainly wasnt an accident.

Round the last corner Mike found Abbas, looking for where they were going next Abbas smiled as Mike met his eyes. Abbas took Mike by the chin and raised him to his knees. Abbas crouched low and pushed his mouth onto Mikes, Mike closed his eyes and embrached the moment, Abbas putshed his toungue beyond Mikes lips and Mike started sucking on it. Abbas pulled away and stood up straight. Mike was staring directly at Abbas groin.

Abbas grabbed Mikes chin and started thrusting against Mikes face. Mike did what came naturally and started opening his mouth trying to get his lips round the outline.

Abbas slowed down the thrusting and undid his jeans. Sliding them down Mike couldn't contain himself, licking Abbas thighs Mike covered as much of the body infront of him with his hands, kissing what he could, Mike was worse than any of the ladies he had dated.

Then came the bit Mike had waited for. Abbas slid down his trunks, revealing a thick cock. Mike went at it like a pro. He slid his lips over the head, before expertly working his tongue across the front. The salty precum making Mike drool and adding to the lubrication.

Mike pushed as far as he could, swallowing most of the shaft, and the strong hand of Abbas helped push him past his gag relex. Mike thought off all the things he liked and started to put them on Abbas. He reaches under his bobbing chin and cupped the balls, gently brushing with his thumb to massage the skin.

Abbas pulled back and removed his long shaft from throat in front. He held Mike in position with his left hand and used his right to brush his cock up and down Mike face. He toyed with Mike for a few minutes, before his phone rang. Resting his cock on Mikes face, he took the call. After some chat and laughing, Abbas pointed his phone at Mikes semi obscured face and snapped a couple of pic, pressing a few more buttons, he shared a laugh with the caller before hanging up.

"Strip" came the next command. Mike did as he was told, without getting up he awkwardly tugged at his clothing, removing his jacket, waistcote and trousers. sliding off his underwear, Mikes dick sprung free.

Abbas smiled at the sight in front of him. Looking at Mikes rock hard dick, Abbas said, I see you are enjoying this, but theres no point in it getting hard as you wont be using it.

Using his foot, he pushed Mike round with relative ease, and with Mikes ass in position poured a bottle of cooking oil over him. Without pleasantries or conversation, Abbas lined up the head of his cock with Mikes asshole and pushed in.

Mike let out a sound that was something of pain, pleasure, suprise, shock and enjoyment rolled into one. Abbas pulled back and thrust in again. a few minutes of rythmic pumping and Mike was really getting into it. Abbas stopped pumping, and Mike looked over his shoulder, "impale yourself on it" Abbas comanded. Mike started pushing back and forth, rocking on his knees and elbows.

"moan like the bitch you are", Mike fully oliged and started moaning, fully aware of the remaining customers and staff just around the corner, tried to keep it just above normal talking volume. Louder said Abbas, following it up with a loud slap on Mike ass. Mike increased the volume, moaning everytime he pushed back. "Louder" came the command. Mike was now almost shouting.

Abbas stiffened up. "tell me what a bitch you are" Mike was now moving back and forth at such a pace, sweat dripping off his body. "I'm your bitch" Mike said between moans. Abbas grabbed Mike by the hips and with a hard thrust cum deep within Mike. Holding Mike tight, Abbas gave 4 more thrusts and was spent. He pushed Mike to the floor. Mike rolled onto his back, looking up at Abbas. Seeing the spent cock hanging above him, Mikes cock started getting hard. Mike reached down to give it a quick squeeze, but before he could reach it Abbas kicked his hand away. "I said you wouldnt be using it". Mike just lay there. Waiting for the pleasure to subside and to be given more instructions.

"You waiting for a proposal?" Abbas chuckled to himself. "Get dressed and get the fuck out of here."

Mike put his trousers and shirt back on, the reat could wait til he was outside. He crawled passed the cooks and servers, all looking at him, some snickering as he passed. He went through the door and back into the waiting area. putting his stanied jacket on and grabbing his shoes he couldnt find the rest of his belongings.

Mike stood up. "Are you looking for this?" An oustretched arm was holding a takeaway box, Mikes order for food. As Mike went to take the offered box he noticed his watch around the wrist. Mike looked the guy in the face and noticed he was also wearing his necklace. Mike was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the guy forced the box into his hands. "Your food, its good, you try". Mike lifted the lid, there was his burger and chips, but it was covered in seman. The man behind the counter again told Mike to try.

Mike picked up a chip with as minimal cum on it as possible. He placed it in his mouth. The servers eyes lit up and he couldn't resist a chuckle. More he said, and Mike did as he was told, this time two chips with equal amounts of cum. As mike started chewing he opened his buger and to his relief he found it unmolested. The server reached over and took the burger, spat in it and handed it back. You try now. Mike took a bite and swallowed. There was a glee in the servers movements. Mike could feel his cock stiffening again. He had to get out of here.

Looking out the condensation on the window, the server told him his key was in the car, Mike half ran out of the door, and to his car. As he looked at his pride and joy, he noticed the scratch marks in the paint work. There were crudely drawn penises everywhere and derogatory names on every panel. Mike heart sunk, he opened the drivers door and got in.

As Mike sat there he was overwhelmed by the musty and urine smells. He moved his feet alond the floor, only to find himeself in a small pool of water. He then looked around, there was cum dripping from most of the interior. Mike looked back at the takeaway, the staff were crowded at the windows laughing.

Mike turned on the car, grabbed the steering wheel, cum running through his fingers and drove off.