Scorpion Pizza

[Uncut300]

Chapter 1 - Jacob

I had no clue how I got to this point in my life. I had graduated high school a few months ago. I was going to go to college on a swimming scholarship but then my accident happened and that was the end of me competitively swimming. It was also the end of my chance at college.

Mom and Ralph, my stepdad, told me they had no money to spare for my college. When I applied for grants I learned they made too much for me to get financial aid. I didn’t want a bunch of loans, especially considering I had been barely smart enough to graduate high school. 

Then a few weeks ago. Ralph came in my room after he got off work one night and told me him and my mom had been talking and thought I wasn’t pulling my weight. He said that I was just busy playing video games and jerking off all day. 

I tried to argue that wasn’t true. I pointed out all the work I did around the house.  I wanted to point out (but didn’t) that I am the only one that cleans in the house.

Mom works two jobs so her lack of help is understandable (she doesn’t have time to do anything but their laundry). Ralph on the other hand has a low paying job working 30 hours a week as a rent a cop at a local mall. He could help clean but appeared allergic to it. I’d never seen him clean a single thing. Again, knowing better I didn’t mention that either. 

I also pointed out that I had been trying to find a job since before I graduated. But I didn’t have a car and Ralph said I couldn’t use theirs. So even though we live in a decent sized city the area I could apply was limited. The city was spread out and didn’t have much in the way of public transportation. The only public transit, the bus system, was a joke and not reliable. Any job I got had to be close enough that I could walk or ride my bike to it. 

Ralph responded that I didn’t do that much around the house and those were my chores so it didn’t count.  He then told me I obviously wasn’t looking hard enough for a job, which was funny coming for a guy that only got his current job (after being fired from his last) because the rent an cop company he worked for was owned by his brother. Again something that was on the tip of my tongue but I had learned not to say as I did not want to go on punishment. 

Our conversation ended when he gave me an ultimatum. I get a job and start paying rent and my portion of the cell phone bill every month or I had to move out. He gave me till Labor Day to find a job.

I was running out of time, with a little over a week left, when I was walking home from a long day of job hunting. I had been going online to find and apply for jobs but with no luck I had became desperate. So, a few days ago I’d decided to beat the street like the old times trying to find any lead. I had been looking since 8 am and was exhausted and grimy. 

I accidentally turned down the wrong block and came across a small red brick building with one big window and a glass door. “Scorpion Pizza” was scrawled big across the glass window in window paint. In the bottom right hand corner of the window was a help wanted sign. 

I had never heard of the place before. It was on the far edge of what would be practicable and possible for me to get to daily (I’d definitely have to bike). 

The building was small but it looked well taken care of and clean. The neighborhood was not the best (but also not the worst). I walked in the door and a bell over it dinged. I was in a small waiting area. The space was big enough for maybe 5-6 people to stand. The wall in front that cut the rest of the restaurant off was solid but for a cut out box window were their was a counter with a register on it and to the left of the counter was a door. 

There were various flyers and posters and stuff all over the walls. The only furniture was two chairs against the right side wall. It was obviously a carry out only place. I just hoped they were not looking for delivery drivers and that they need counter or kitchen help. 

A man that looked to be in his mid 30s walked up to the counter. He was wearing a black T-shirt with the pizza shops logo, a re and black scorpion, on his left chest and a baseball hat with the logo of the closest Major League Baseball team. He was a bit over 6’0 tall and had beautiful green eyes with a killer smile. His teeth were white and just slightly crooked. Above them he had a black 70s porn mustache. The hair on his head, what I could see of it, and arms had the same black hair. He was in good shape but not a gym rat guy. 

“Hey there kid, how are you doing? Are you here for a pickup?” He asked with a very mild southern draw. He had a very sexy deep baritone voice. 

“Ummmm, no.” I said like a doofus.

“No, sir. My name is Jacob and I saw the help wanted sign in the window and was hoping I could talk to someone about applying.” I corrected myself and probably blushed from embarrassment. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you Jacob, my name is Buck.” He said with a bright smile as he reached across the counter to shake my hand. He had a firm grip. His hands were rough and strong. 

“I am the owner, so you got the right person. We have a guy that just graduated college who got a job in his field. We’re going to miss him, but we are happy for him too. We are a big family around here.  Sure we bullshit and tease but we care for each other and always help each other out. So we are looking to hire for that spot.” Buck explained with a sad look in his eyes.

”This sounds that a great place to work. But I want to be upfront, I don’t have a car so I hope the spot is not for a delivery driver.” I said wanting to get that out of the way before I got my hopes up to high. 

“No, we are looking for a sort of shop boy. Someone to help where he is needed and learn all the stations. Then when we know what he is best at we will put him there” Buck said his eyes back to normal and his smile shinning again. 

“That sounds perfect sir! I never had real job before, but I am a hard worker and willing to help others. I’d love to learn and prove myself.” I replied hopefully. 

That brought a real drop dead gorgeous smile to Buck face. He reached under the counter and pulled out a packet of papers. 

“Well how about this kid, you take this application home tonight and fill it out. Then bring it back tomorrow morning at 9:30. I will interview you then.” He said then added,  “One more thing though. You are 18, right? We only hire 18+ here.” He said with some steel in his question. 

“Yes, sir I turned 18 in January. I will be 19 in a few months. Thank you for the opportunity to interview!” I said as I took the application from him. 

“No problem kid. Be sure bring your license or ID and your social security card with you tomorrow just in case we hire you. If we do, you’d be asked to stay and work the lunch shift and maybe the dinner shift.”  Buck told me. 

“Of course sir. I will bring both.” I confirmed with him. 

“Great. I got to get back yonder and help setup for the dinner rush. I will see you tomorrow kid.” He said as he shook my hand goodbye. 

He was gone, walking back into the kitchen, before I could reply. I exited the building as slowly as I could. I waited till I was past the window in the front and jumped for joy.

After months and what felt like millions of applications I finally got an interview. Plus it really felt like Buck was interested in me. Not sexually, that be a dream but he was way out of my league. But definitely he seemed open to hiring me. 

I thought about him as I walked home, which was about a 30 minute walk. As a side note, I’d definitely be riding my bike to work if I got the job. 

I know I am bi. But to my horror I graduated a virgin and still am. Only thing I had done so far was kissing with a guy and under the clothes rubbing and making out with a girl. Buck was my dream guy!

Me being 5’11, still in decent shape from swimming, but I was nothing special. I lost my abs and some of my muscle definition since the accident. I started swimming again after I recovered and worked out when I could but since graduating I’d lost my access to pool and workout equipment. I didn’t have any money for a gym/pool membership any where so I did what I could. 

I have sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. I have white straight teeth and a nice butt with a good amount of meat. I had nothing close to the big bubble butt guys seemed to like. I had a decent sized 7 inch dick that was average thickness, not that Buck or anyone else wanted to see it. Plus he was probably straight. Again, so out of my league.

I couldn’t let my crush on my potential straight boss get in my way. I needed to put him in my spank bank like all the other hot guys I’d meet that were out of my league. I needed this job and wouldn’t let my hormones mess with that. The job was possibly the only thing that would keep me from being homeless. 

When I got home it was empty like it almost always was. A quick Look at the job schedules on the fridge told me mom was working her evening shift tonight. Ralph would be off work in an hour  so he’d be home soon. That is if he didn’t go to the bar like he normally does when mom works evenings. 

I made a quick dinner and ate mine at the table alone. Then I put Ralph’s plate in the microwave and mom’s in the fridge for when they got home. I cleaned up and did the dishes. 

I went to my room and took a shower. After I got out of the shower I stood with my towel around my waist and looked through my clothes to see what I was going to wear tomorrow. I picked out my best pair of pants and the only nice shirt I had, a polo. 

Mom never had money for many clothes for me, let alone expensive dress clothes. I wish she would have told that to the financial aid people at the college. I mean if she can’t afford clothes for me, then how is she supposed to pay for my college? They really think I didn’t need grants? But that is in the past and I refuse to dwell on it. 

I put the clothes on my dresser and pulled on sleep pants and a tank top. I climbed into bed and got comfortable. It be a few hours before I’d fall asleep so I got on my steaming app , the only “extra” thing mom would agree to pay for, and bed rotted till I feel asleep. 

I woke up early and was super hard. The pinkish purple head of my dick was sticking out of the fly of my pants. I had had several hot dreams about Buck. 

I reached and pulled the rest of my 7 inch rock hard dick out of my fly and started to stroke it. I pictured Buck standing over me. His big dick dripping precum on my face as he smacked me with his dick. Him calling me telling how sexy I was as I licked the head of his cock. 

I spit in my hand then too give myself more lubricant. I continued to play out the scene in my head. Buck face fucking me as I gaged on his big fat cock. Him eating my virgin hole and using his big strong fingers to open me up. His dick head pushing on my tight hole as he starts to open me. The feel of his cock head popping into my hole and taking my cherry. Then him fucking me deep till he flooded my ass with his cum. All the time praising me. Calling me sexy and pretty and complimenting my body and hole. 

I shoot an huge load, exploding all over myself. Cumming more than I had in a long time. By then I had to get up and rush my morning routine so I wouldn’t be late.

after I got out of the bathroom I got dressed and put on my nicest pair of shoes. I grabbed my social security card from my file of important documents my mom gave me at 16 (telling me they were now my responsibility and if I lost them it was on me). I put it in my wallet next to my license. 

I hurried out the front door. Mom was gone already and I would bet Ralph was asleep still. I got to my bike and made sure the chain and lock were on it. I took off and headed toward the pizza shop. It was a nice day and I didn’t get too sweaty on the ride to the shop thankfully. I parked my bike right by the shop at a bike rack and locked it up. 

I walked up to the shop’s front door at 9:15. The door was locked with the resultant hours listed in the door saying it didn’t open till 11. I was just about to knock when I felt a hand on my lower back. 

I jumped and went to move around but Buck kept his hand in place and smiled his beautiful smile at me when I turned my head and looked at him. 

“Good morning Jacob. You are early. I like that, shows you are eager.” He said with his deep soothing voice. 

“Yea sir, I made sure I wasn’t going late. I am very reliable!” I replied hoping to impress him more. 

“That’s a good quality. Well let me unlock the door and we can go in for the interview.” He said and then opened the door. I followed him in and he shut and locked the door behind us. 

He led me through the now open door of the vestibule onto a hall way. A few feet from the door the hall opened up. To one side was the kitchen. The counter area was on the other side of the wall in front of the kitchen. Warming shelves separated the kitchen from the counter area.

The other side of the building had a long wall running the length of the store with 4 doors. 

Buck pointed out the first door as a small bathroom. The second door he showed me was a small break room. The third door was to a Buck’s small office with a desk, computer, and two chairs, one in each side. 

The cooler doors were opposite of Bucks office. Further down the wall was another door (which I later learned was the dry storage), then a set of stairs to the basement, finally ending at an exit door. There were no windows in the back of the shop. 

We went into Bucks office and sat down. He had an open case of water with about half of the bottles left on his desk. He gave me one then took one for himself. 

I was excited, anxious, a little horny, and a lot of nervous. So much was riding on this interview. I had a feeling deep in my gut that getting a job here, working for Buck, would change my life in ways I couldn’t imagine! 
 

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Hello again all. This chapter was a long set up again. I can’t seem to help that, haha. But don’t worry the next chapter will have some good sex in it. Hope you all enjoy this start and will enjoy the rest of the store as it develops. Thanks! 

[optimas]

Can't wait 

[negchaserlooking]

All good @Uncut300, like the way you set up the characters, gives them some substance. Interested to see how you develop the story as we go forward with Jacob's adventures

[nymidtowneast]

Great setup. Can't wait for the interview. Hope it's very hands on.

[seattlebbbtm]

Intriguing 

[onlyraw]

Interesting setup/intro

looking forward to seeing what red scorpions have to do with pizza…. But judging from the first chapter, I think I will enjoy finding out …

[kitpig]

A great opening chapter... and that last sentence "I had a feeling deep in my gut that getting a job here, working for Buck, would change my life in ways I couldn’t imagine!".... well that is a great lead in 😈

[DutchGuy1977]

Thanks for sharing, looking forward to read more...

[austin_submale]

Looking forward to more!

 

[Tanbbottom]

Great start!

[pozpopperpig]

So far so good!

[jagmanaz]

Got my attention, looking forward to how this plays out.  Good story telling.

[Uncut300]

Chapter 2 - Buck

It was just after midnight as I locked the door. It had been a good night and bad night. It had been Jayden’s last shift with us. He graduated a few weeks ago and was now moving across the country for his new job. 

It had been a busy night. All night long the regulars that made up the bulk of our sales came in to get a pie and say goodbye to him. He was loved by staff and customers alike. 

He was the first person I hired, besides my best friend and the shops second in charge Anthony. We had only been open a few months when we realized we needed more help. Jayden lived a few blocks away and saw our sign for help and applied.

He was a great hire. Hard worker, smart, resourceful and great with guest. He could work all the areas in the shop but he was best suited for and normally worked the counter. He was an expert at customer service. Him being a cute flirty twink definitely helped. 

I climbed into my old reliable truck that I have had forever. I thought back to when the shop started and what inspired me to change my life and open my pizza shop. 

I had been a professional chef, went to school, spent a summer in France working at a prestigious restaurant, all that stuff. At 30 I had worked my way up to sous chef at one of the most elite restaurants in the city. 

Me and my fiancé, Chad, had just celebrated 10 years together. He was a successful realtor. We lived in a beautiful townhouse in one of the best parts of the city.

That all changed when I got a cold I couldn’t seem to kick. It was summer so it was unusually for me to be sick. I rarely even got sick in the flu months. 

I made an appointment and went to my doctor who did some tests, but we also decided to do my regular STI check since I was getting other labs done. Considering Chad and I were monogamous and had been our whole relationship it seemed like over kill to test every year for STIs. Luckily my doctor had always insisted. 

He gave me some meds to help with my cold and sent me home. He called the next day and asked me to come back to the office. I didn’t know why but I soon found out.

Well lo and behold I tested positive for HIV. I was shocked, I asked him to test again, but he said he had run the test twice to be sure and I definitely had it. He told me to go home for a few days, rest, stay home from work, and then we could meet again in a couple weeks to go over the options. 

When Chad got home that night I had all the evidence I needed to comfort him. The texts on his tablet linked from his phone, the pictures and videos he had tried to hide in a hidden folder, the website history to the hookup sites he’d been using. 

Chad confirmed it all. He told me he known for a few months he’d been poz. A hookup lied to him and gave it to him. He figured it wasn’t a big deal since I always topped

I pointed out that on our anniversary he had bred me. I demanded to know if he stopped to think about the chance of infecting me before he fucked me that night. Again, he blew it off saying he thought it be low risk since it was just once. 

Well that led to even more fighting and yelling. In the end we split. I went to my parent’s house. I told them partial truth, Chad had cheated and we broke up. 

Over the next few weeks Chad and I came to an understanding. He’d buy me out of the town house (at a premium), we’d split up our stuff with me getting anything I wanted, and then never talk to each other or our to the others families again.

We had a strict no tell agreement for both us on our status to families and friends. Part of the deal and why I got the lions share of our assets was because I agreed that if by chance my family found out I was poz, I’d agreed not to name him as the culprit. 

In those weeks we figured all that out I had also decided to leave the high pressure world of the elite restaurant game. I was sick of living life in a kitchen bending to others demands. My head chef was a tyrant. Most I had worked for were. I decided life was to short. 

I went back to my doctor 3 weeks after I’d tested hiv positive. We talked about it. He was only 5 years older than me but I had known him forever as our family were friends. He actually surprised me when he admitted he was positive too. He had not told his family about his status and assured me mine didn’t have to know. 

He also told me he had been a chaser. That there were lots of guys out there that wanted the “gift” he called it.

He went over the normal treatment plan for those with hiv but he also told me how we could keep me off the antivirals. We’d just need keep an eye on my blood work and when it got to a point I needed it we could put me on meds. 

I was confused and curious. He sent me home and told me to think about it. When I got home he had sent me a ton of links to different poz websites. He also sent a ton of poz porn links.

After a few hours I was hooked on it. It flipped a switch in my mind. The idea of being a part of someone forever. Changing their dna and life. It made me hard and I shoot gallons that night thinking of doing it! 

The next morning I meet my realtor, who didn’t know Chad thankful, and toured a red brick building in a working class part of the city. I wanted to open a very basic pizza shop. Serve good quality pizza at a decent price and make sure we had excellent customer service. 

I loved the building. It was a perfect fit for what I needed. Just the right size. No other pizza shops were near by. There was a free city parking lot across the street for those coming to carry out. It was just what I needed.

I made an offer and a few days later we closed and signed on the line. I paid all cash, thanks to the money Chad paid me for the town house. 

I came up with the name for the pizza shop by chance. One day as my tattoo artist was inking my right peck with the red scorpion tattoo I had decided to get it hit me. I’d call it Scorpion Pizza and the tat I was wearing would be the store logo. 

After I left the tattoo shop I went and meet Ant (Anthony) at his place and told him about my idea. He had already agreed to help me remodel and then run the pizza shop. He was my best friend since childhood. He was the only person close to me I told about being poz. 

He was cool with it and even cool with the gifting side. He was bi, but we never fooled around. Just weren’t each other’s types. He was on prep but admitted the poz idea was hot.

He was completely behind the name and the scorpion logo. He even joked about the laughs we’d have every time we looked at the logo at work knowing the true meaning. 

The renovation and set up didn’t take long. We were open and going in no time. We had basic menu with 10 speciality pizzas and a creat your own pizza as option number 11. We only had 3 sizes of pizza (small, medium, large) and only one type of crust.

The only thing we sold besides pizza was 2 litter bottles of soda. Even then we had Cole, Diet Coke, and Sprite. We were going to keep the menu simple and concentrate on quality of the food and on customer service. 

I didn’t know it when I bought the building but the shop was in an area highly populated with LGBT+ members and creative artist and such. With us being queer owned our first few customers were glad to spread the word around the neighborhood.

Thats when business picked up and Jayden came on board. He was also actually the first of what we now call scorpion boys. 

I knew the scorpion, especially the red and black one, was know in the chasing community but I found out quickly a lot of our gay customers knew exactly what it meant. Even those that were not poz or chasing. They all seemed to embrace it. That is when they started calling Ant and Jayden the scorpion boys. I was bestowed the name daddy scorpion.  

We all had a fun laugh at it and moved on. Till one day I was closing with Jayden. It had been slow. We had all the prep work for the next day complete and all our cleaning was done. So we were just talking. I was 31 by this time, 8 months poz, and not yet had sex with anyone.

Jayden was 19, 5’6, 130 lbs, slim and very twinkish. Had a sweet angelic face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin white and soft to the touch. He also had a nice tight round ass. Not too big but it was firm and round. His tight pants showed me that from day one. He also had a nice bulge in his pants. 

Not that cock size mattered to me as a top. I mean I have 8 in dick that is beer can thick so I am no slouch below the belt. But sucking on a hung bottom’s big dick then playing with it as I fucked him was always fun. But I wasn’t going to put my shop on the line for it. 

That night changed every thing. He startled me with a question as we waiting for closing time. 

“So daddy Scorpion,  how long have you been poz? Are you on meds?” Jayden bluntly asked me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. 

“Umm well, I shouldn’t really talk about this with you but I guess I can. I been poz about 8 months. I haven’t started my meds yet.” I answered with a red face. 

“Very nice. Does daddy Scorpion have any poz sons yet? I have seen the tat on your chest that we use for our logo. Well they are almost exactly the same. Your tat has blood drops, the logo doesn’t.” Jayden said ignoring my obvious awkwardness around the subject. 

“You got me again, the shop name and logo came from my tat. But we decided it was best to leave out the blood. And, umm I haven’t had sex since I tested positive.” I answered with more awkwardness. 

“We, is it??? Is Ant poz too? Does he have a tat hidden away?” Jayden pushed. 

“No, he isn’t. He is neg on prep. But he is supportive of me.” I replied.

Jayden had been getting closer to me as we talked. He was now only a foot away from me. he licked his lips and gave me a devilish smile. 

“So no poz sons yet. That’s a shame. Are you not into that? You said you aren’t on meds. So that’s a bit contradictory to you not being into poz play. Or is it that you just haven’t found the right boy yet to be the first to knock up?” He asked as I felt his warm breath on me.

“Wel”, mmm, I guess, umm.” I started then spit it out, “I am into poz play. I have a ton of poz porn website  bookmarked on my phone. I just haven’t got the courage to actually find a chaser yet.” I finally admitted to him. 

That is when Jayden reached over and put his hand on my jeans, right over my raging hard and leaking dick. He started to rub my cock through my jeans as he moved even closer. He reached up and pulled my head down to his and took my lips into a kiss. 

“Well daddy Scorpion I want you to breed me here over this prep table and knock my boy hole up!” He said. 

Before I could respond he had lowered to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees as my dick flopped out and hit him on the lips. Is was a good day to not have wore underwear. 

He took my leaky cock head into his warm soft mouth and began to suck and lick it. He used one hand to play with my heavy full balls. He had me moaning in seconds with any thoughts of the inappropriateness of fucking and pozzing your employee gone from my head. My poz sex deprived dick was in charge now. 

He was swallowing me 3/4 of the way in no time. He tried and tried but couldn’t get it all down his throat. My thickness made it near impossible to deep throat me the whole way. But he gave me one of the best blow jobs id ever had in my life. 

“Fuck boy you know how to suck!! Your mouth is like fucking heaven. If you keep that up I am going to cum down your throat!” I warned him.

”Oh no daddy Scorpion, I want you toxic babies in my ass.” He said after he pulled my rock hard dick out of his mouth. 

He pulled over a step stood we keep in the back, stripped off his jeans and underwear, and got on it and leaned over the prep table. His beautiful full ass was staring at me. The pink hole barely visible between the cheeks. Just a light dusting of hair was there. 

“Please daddy Scorpion, eat my boy hole and then fuck your charged cum into my neg hole!” he told me as he looked back over his shoulder.

I didn’t hesitate and dove into his hole. Chad didn’t like getting rimmed so it had been years since I ate ass. It tasted so good, even better than I remembered. His pink hole was so tight and tasted so good. It winked at me every time I pulled my face back to take a breath. 

Jayden squirmed, moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. He was loving it as much as I was. After about 5 minutes though he interrupted my ass eating. 

“Fuck  daddy Scorpion you know how to eat boy hole. But I want that big fat raw poz dick in me!” he demanded as only a power bottom twink boy could.

”We don’t have any lube boy. I am thick, it will hurt if I fucked you with just spit.” I told him as I continued to cup and play with his ass with one hand as I stroked his 9 in dick (that was on the thinner side) that was hanging  down between his legs. 

“I don’t need lube daddy!! Just spit on my hole and your dick. That and all that poz precum you are leaking will be enough. If it hurts and tears me a little that fine. It just means your poz babies will take easier in me.” He said as gave me a pleading look. 

“Ok boy don’t  say I didn’t warn you.” I said and then spit in his hole.

I sucked on two of my fingers and put them in his hole to open him up. then spit in his hole and added a third. Then more spit and a fourth. He was moaning and fucking my fingers the whole time. 

When I got him opened up I spit in my hand and rubbed it onto my raging hard dick. I lined my leaky head up with his hole and gave a hard push to get my fat cock head into his hole. He jerked and swore, but didn’t try to pull away or complain. 

I worked my thick dick into his hole an inch at a time. It didn’t take long and his ass was against my pubes. His hole was tight and warm. He was moaning in pleasure now.

When I didn’t move trying to give him time to get used to my dick he took things into his own hands. He started to fuck himself in my dick. Pulling toward then slamming himself back against my crotch. I wasn’t about to have my boy call the shots. 

“Oh, you won’t be setting the pace boy! That’s my job.” I told him as I put my hand on his shoulders and slammed hard and deep into his boy hole! 

That made him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted it rough, I was going to give it to him rough. I long stroked him making sure to slam as hard as I could into his hole on the down stroke. I continued this hard long stroke pounding for a while, making sure to show this boy who was boss. 

I pulled him up, turned his head to me and made out with him for a minute. After which I bent him back over and started small fast shallow rabbit fuck strokes into his hole. 

I reached around and starred to jerk his long thin leaky dick. It only took a few minutes of my jack rabbit strokes hitting his prostate and my hand job to make his hole squeeze me tight and his balls to pull up. 

“Fuck daddy Scorpion,  you are going to make me fucking cum!!!” He yelled. 

“Fuck yes boy, shoot that cum!! Your hole is squeezing my dick so hard I am going to nut!!” I warned him.

”Fuck yes daddy, fill me with that poz seed!! Knock my neg boy hole up!” He said as his hole continued to spasm and grip my dick. 

“Fuck yes, here it cums! Take my fucking toxic babies boy!!” I roared as my load dumped into his tight boy hole. 

I collapsed over his back. We stood there bent over my half hard dick still in his hole. Our hearts racing and breathing hard. After I got my senses back, I turned his head toward me and kissed him deep and passionately. 

After a few minutes I pulled out of him. His hole was red and puffy. A little bit of pink cum had pulled out with my dick. 

“Well Jayden it looks like you may have got your wish. Your hole is puffy and red and I see pink cum. You will be my first poz son.” I told him as I pulled up my pants. 

He walked to his bag and pulled out a butt plug from one of the pockets and put it in his worked out hole. 

“No, I will be your first official scorpion boy! We will have to go get the tat on me after I test poz!” He told me with his trademark smile. 

He tested poz a few weeks later and had my tat on the small of his back with in a month of me breeding him. We did continue to fuck around, but with the understanding it was just sex. 

That was the first scorpion boys. We have hired 3 other guys since then. Well those that made it past their probation day. Ant always worked with them in their first shift and had an uncanny ability to judge people. If they made it out of that first day with him, they were hired. It wasn’t required they be gay, or bi, or that be up for becoming a scorpion boy.

It just so happened in addition to being good people and workers, all three of the guys were gay and ended up wanting my poz seed. All 3 were still with us and all 3 had my scorpion tats on their body’s somewhere. They all carried my strain. 

I was hard as I climbed out of my truck when I got home. It was an older cottage type home but I had renovated over the last 3 years I have owned it. It was small but cozy and prefect for me. It was only a couple blocks from the shop which made it even better. 

As I showered I lamented how I would miss Jayden. He was a very sweet boy, hard working, smart, and great with guests. I would say I’d miss his holes, but he’d been official with a guy for about a year and they were living together.

Once one of the scorpion boys had a steady boyfriend, I politely ended our sex benefits. Even if they were open, I just didn’t want to run the risk of that drama. Thankfully all of them understood and we cooled the sex when they were coupled up. If they became free again I went right back to recharging their holes! 

As I laid in bed naked, my mind went to the boy that came into the shop today. I’d just put up the sign, though I should have weeks ago. I was holding false hope Jayden would stay I guess. 

Not 30 minutes after I had put it up that gorgeous, self conscious, polite, timid boy came into ask about a job. His shy smile and soft voice made me hard as he asked about the job. 

His cute face and solid body made my jeans feel like a prison to my straining cock. His smile when I offered him an interview almost made me cream my jeans. 

Jacob was just my type. If he was as charming in his interview as he was today he’d have his shot at the probationary shift with Ant. Then if he impressed him, he’d have a job. 

His job wouldn’t be dependent on anything sexual between us and I wouldn’t pursue him unless he gave me a clear sign he wanted that. And he definitely wouldn’t have to become a scorpion boy to work at the shop. 

But my rock hard cock and my brain agreed we sure hoped that he would be my fifth scorpion boy!

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I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It gives us the back ground for Buck and the shop. Also hopefully you will like the sex scene 😈. The next chapter will have the interview and the probation day and who knows what else will happen. Thank you all for the positive feedback back and kind words!