Revenge: Best served with a side of a cursed ring

By Drake Nightstorm
published October 9, 2019
Summary

A waiter encounters two patrons that are the worse. Homophobic and downright rude to him all because he is gay. This isn’t the first time that this kind of person has come into the restaurant, but it will be the last time these two come it as they are.

Alex is an eighteen-year-old freshly out of high school. He stood five foot six and weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds. He had sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. Alex wanted to go to college, but his parents couldn’t afford it, and he didn’t want to take out loans, so he decided to work a few years to save up some money. Alex currently worked at a local dive restaurant called Evergreen Coast Bar and Grill, where he worked as a waiter. Alex wasn’t ashamed of who he was, and in fact, he was out despite the local scene’s homophobic atmosphere. That’s when two men walked in that Alex hadn’t seen before. One was tall, about six foot six, muscular, black hair, and he had a shallow beard. His friend was slightly shorter, about five foot ten, with a leaner frame, with red hair. The hostess showed them to his table, what luck, at least they would be eye candy for a short while. They weren’t like the usual costumers with beer belly’s and in their mid-forties. No, they both looked in their mid-twenties, possibly in college.

Mark the taller of the two, looked the hostess up and down, nudging George as he gestured with his head to the woman’s breast. The other man nodded as they both smirked, “Are you going to serve us as well?” Mark was always the one to lead these sorts of things. The woman who was five foot two and had an hourglass figure groaned as she rolled her eyes. She had brown hair and brown eyes. “No, the waiter will be assisting you.” As she motioned to the table lying down two menus, Mark turned back around. “Thanks a lot, there, sweetie.” He then pinched her ass openly, the woman tried to swat his hand away. Mark made his mark; however, as the woman frowned, “My name is Heather, and I will ask you to please keep your hands to yourself, sir.” She quickly made her way over to Alex to warn him. Heather and Alex had become fast friends, as they were the only ones that worked in this place that had any sense of decency about them. “Alex, you have two live ones at table nine. They are the usual type even though they are younger.” Heather made her way over to the doorway to greet other guests as they came in. Her main job was to assist in seating and directing traffic in this small dive dinner. “Oh, and table six just left. They left it a mess.” She was then out of sight, Alex sighed as he made his way over to the table.

Mark sat at the table with his friend George as a small boy showed up at their side. Mark noticed the left ear piercing and how the man held himself, which was a bit too flamboyant for Mark’s liking. “Hey, don’t tell me we are going to get served by some queer? I want a different wait staff! Send Heather back over, at least she has a nice rack.” Mark had a smug look on his face as he seemed especially proud of himself for verbally assaulting the waiter this way.

George chimed in, “Yeah, we don’t want no fucking faerie serving us. He might infect our meal with AIDS or something.” George was always following up Mark in every way. The man might not have thought of his own, but only seemed to want to follow suit with the bigger man. George grinned over at Mark as he opened a few of his shirt buttons to expose some of his chest. A layering of red hair was visible over each muscular pec. Mark only laughed at his friends’ antics.

Alex held back his sigh, “The hostess isn’t able to serve you. She has to greet the guest, so I am afraid you are stuck with me.” His higher voice defiantly gave him away, which is why he didn’t bother hiding who he was. “How about I give you two sometime while you look over your menus and I will be right back.”

Alex

He had left the table with the two men that were probably the worst costumers. Not only were they obvious womanizers but homophobic too. Alex made his way over to table six that had just left, he wasn’t expecting any tips since the bar was frequented by homophobic men who wanted to come to eye Heather, plus get a beer and food. Alex couldn’t wait until he could leave this place as he started to clean up the table. That’s when he saw it, a ring on top of a slip of paper. The ring had a strange blue stone set in a silver looking band. As he picked it up, he looked at the paper it was on, “Use it wisely,” was all the note said. Alex shrugged and figured it was left on accident, he placed the ring in his apron pocket. He would turn it in at the end of the night after the shift to make sure that his name was put with it. If items went more than a week without being claimed, the person that found it would get ownership of that item. Alex was sure that this ring was worth something and maybe his ticket out of this dump. He sighed as he made his way back to table nine with the two jerks.

Mark

Mark gave a woof whistle in Heather’s direction, “Come on, babe, come be our waitress. Help a guy out, will ya? Don’t leave me to some fag.” Mark made sure that Alex was in earshot when he said this too. He was going to make sure that the queer understood he wasn’t wanted. He wasn’t going to end his long day being served by this fag after all a real man deserved more than that. “Hey queer, why don’t you trade places with the chick at the front. No one wants you around here.”

George

The whole time Mark was talking, George nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, you faerie, no one wants you around!” Making sure to back up his bro every chance he got. Mark, after all, was the one that everyone listened to, and as long as it appeared, they were friends, people would listen to George too. That’s at least part of the reason the man stayed around Mark, the other was that George could count on getting some ass also. Mark had a tendency to attract multiple women, and George was willing to take up the ones that Mark didn’t want.

Heather

She was so used to men like this. Men who only saw her as an object to be controlled or had. She didn’t have much choice of working in this place. Her life had always taken her down the worst path possible. Everything had lead her to work this dead-end dive bar. It was the only place that would hire her and she needed to stay as long as possible. She was hoping that Alex would be a useful reference after a few more months. Then she could get out of being stuck at a hostess.

Alex

Alex waited a few moments as he took a quite deep breath as he stuck his hands in his apron pockets. He just needed to get through this table before his shift ended. I just need to put up with these two for a few minutes, and then they will leave, he told himself. Alex pulled the pen and paper out of his pockets as he looked at the two. “Are you ready to order gentlemen?” That’s when he noticed that the ring he found was on his finger. Alex looked at it for a moment, how did that get there? He wondered to himself. That’s when he saw Heather looking at him as if pleading for him to not trade places with her. Alex gave a small smile in her direction. If only Heather were a man, we would make such a good couple, he thought to himself.

Mark

“Hey queer! Is our food ready yet!” he called out even though the order was placed just moments ago. He didn’t particularly care about that, he just enjoyed making fairies uncomfortable. “Plus, I asked for that hottie to come over here and for you to get out! Are you gonna listen? Or do I have to complain to the manager of this dump?” He nudged George’s arm as he smirked.

George

He smirked back at his bro, after all, Mark had a point. There was only one woman in the whole place, and they were stuck with the fag instead. He wished there was at least one other woman in the place so that he had at least a chance to get a piece. Changes were that Mark would get the girl in the end, because that’s how it usually went.

Heather

This was the slow part of the night, but the manager of the place insisted that she stay until close. She glanced over toward Alex to check on him. He seemed to be handling the two jerks pretty well, Is it hot in here? She started to feel warm as she tugged at her shirt and skirt. I might need to step out for a moment I feel like I am suffocating. It really felt as if her clothes had somehow gotten tighter on her, but she chalked it up to the heat.

Alex

He came back to the table “Sir, the food will be ready shortly. You just placed your order a moment ago and as I told you before. I am your server, and Heather is to be at the hostess station up front.” Was this guy for real? I wish he had a clue what it was like for me. He thought to himself as he waited for the man to retort something horrible. Great, I probably just opened a can of worms.

Mark

“Lister here, you faerie fucker. I don’t care what you want or what your manager wants. The customer is always right. Now flutter along and get your boss so I can complain about the service here.” Mark watched Alex walk away as he turned back around to check the chick out some more. Damn, she was hot with her muscular body… wait was she that built before? I am not into muscular chicks… He thought to himself, however, his cock was telling a different story as it started to twitch. He shook his head as he tried to shake the thought from his mind that he was getting turned on by this. He liked his women much softer and curvier. He turned his gaze to George so that he could take his mind off it, Damn, has he be working out? He couldn’t help but notice his friends’ lean build, and Mark felt his cock twitch again. Fuck, what’s wrong with me? I am not fucking gay.

George

He was watching Mark start to squirm in his seat. “Bro, are you ok? What’s wrong?” It looked like Mark just turned pale and looked sick suddenly. They hadn’t even eaten yet to claim food poisoning. How were they going to get a free meal if Mark was sick before the meal was even there? “Bro hold it together, will yah? Our food isn’t even here yet. What’s wrong with you?”

Heather

It was defiantly hot in here suddenly. Heather thought maybe she was coming down with something? She couldn’t afford a sick day. If I get sick, this shitty boss will dock my pay. Heather tried to adjust her clothes again as she stood there, waiting for hours to pass. She started to wonder a bit if there was something seriously wrong with her. She hadn’t felt this hot before she reached down and adjusted her slacks.

Alex

Alex returned with the manager, Ben, who was fifty years old and overweight. He as probably the most bigoted man Alex ever knew, but he didn’t seem to mind Alex being an employee there. Perhaps it’s as because Alex staked closeted for a while and worked hard before coming out. Alex always thought that maybe he had proved himself to the old-timer somehow. After a few moments, Ben left after speaking to the two men. The bigger one called Mark looked like he could be sick at any moment. Serves him right, karma! He thought to himself; I hope his friends gets just as sick too! He gave a fake smile to the two, “I hope that you are now satisfied with me as your server. Like I said, the manager wants Heather to stay at the front.”

Mark

He was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable sitting there. His bro was looking pretty good, and the host at the front was also looking good; he had such a nice bubble…. What the hell am I thinking? Guys are not hot! I am not a fag! He tried to shake the thought of the host’s ass from his mind, but his body seemed to be retaliating, his cock was now at full mass at a good six inches. He felt like it was super noticeable in his jeans. What the fuck is wrong with me? I am not gay…

George

George was watching Mark squirm in his chair. Man, was he ok? It wasn’t like Mark to be that insecure in the way he was acting was as if something was seriously wrong. “Bro, seriously, are you ok? I mean, you seem unlike yourself right now.” The man paused a moment as he started to noticed Mark’s body more than usual, his cock standing at full attention suddenly, his ten inches poking against his pants. What the actual fuck? He was super confused as he looked around for the woman that would be causing this rock-hard bone. He didn’t see a single one in sight, just him and his bro Mark. The host at the front, what was his name? Of course, their waiter, that fag. Of course, I am not a fag… that’s just ridiculous.

Hunter

He looked back over at the table with the two homophobes that came in. The bigger one was hot, and the redhead wasn’t bad, but their attitude was to be desired. Hunter shrugged as he adjusted his package that was growing in his pants. More and more, the bulge formed as his muscles slowly filled out. Hunter reached up with his free hand and searched his face, which had a five-o’clock shadow. His shirt was now unbuttoned at the top, showing off his chest a bit. His former breast was shrinking still as his form was adjusting. Man, I hope they don’t take forever, I want to get Alex home for some boyfriend time.

Alex

Alex came back out with the jerk’s meal. He was eager to get these two out of here, and that’s when he noticed Heather was not around. Instead, some guy was standing at the front dressed in a host uniform. He had shoulder-length hair, brown like Heather’s, and similar eyes. Did she have a brother? If she did, why didn’t she tell him that he was so damn cute? I hope that he’s just like Heather if that is her brother. Man, that would be great! Alex then noticed the two men sporting wood under the table due to the fact they were squirming around so much. Are they turned on right now? I wonder why? There are no women here at the moment. He sat the meals down in their respective places. “Here you go, sirs. I hope you enjoy your meal.”

Mark

“Fuck off, fag! I don’t want you to fucking come back!” He was suddenly angry, and why not take it out on the person he felt most deserved it. Why couldn’t there be a hot woman around just about now? That would at lease explain his hard-on in his pants. I am not fucking gay… I am not fucking gay… He kept repeating to himself, but that didn’t seem to change the erection in his pants. Damn, his bro was looking hotter by the moment. I am not fucking gay… It was as if telling himself that enough times would stop these intrusive thoughts.

George

Am I leaking in my pants right now? George always had a lot of precum, but usually when he was aroused. He felt his balls churning as he sat there looking at his meal, but what he really wanted was to get into Mark’s pants for that cock. What the fuck… I don’t like cock; I am not some fag! He realized how much he was thinking about his friend’s member more so than he would like. “Yah, fag! Get the fuck out of here!”

Hunter

He was observing the scene. Alex knew how to handle himself, but he wanted to make sure that he could back up his partner at any moment. He let out a low groan as he tried to adjust his large bulge in his slacks. Damn, why do I have to have such big balls? This was always a problem throughout life. Big balls, big cock. They ever made things slightly uncomfortable to walk around with; however, Alex seemed to love the larger size. Apparently, his boyfriend was a size queen and loved foot logs up the back end, but of course, Hunter was happy to reciprocate on occasion, but Alex had to do some ass play first. Given Hunter’s nice bubble butt, that was always a welcome change. Alex

“Listen here, you homophobes! I have had enough of you! I am not the one sporting wood right now! Why don’t you just suck your friend off already!” He lost it, after all this time he lost it. Alex usually was able to keep his anger in check, but these two somehow pushed him right over the edge. They had it coming after all. No one had the right to be that much of an asshole to any other human. Alex then noticed the ring on his finger give a slight glow; What the….

Mark

“Now listen here, you…” Mark didn’t even finish that sentence before he felt as if his body was moving on its own. He stood right up and moved in front of George. What the fuck am I doing… He felt as if he was a puppet being directed. Mark started to get down on his knees in front of his friend, “Dude….nooo…” Mark then started to open up his friend’s pants and continued to pull out the ten-inch cock. His mouth began to move toward it without his will, “Noooo fucking way… hell no…” He couldn’t stop himself as the tip soon slipped into his mouth, and his head started to bob up and down on the member. Fuck no, fuck no, fuck no… He began to cry as he sucked down the other man’s meat.

George

“Now, who do you think you are, you fuck? My bro Mark is not going to suck me off. We aren’t fags like you.” George then saw Mark get up and proceed to get on his knees, “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" Before he knew it, his friend, his very straight friend, was sucking him off in the middle of this dump. “Bro, what the fuck are you doing!” All the while George continued to stay hard in the man’s mouth, What the fuck, I am not gay, Mark is not gay… He watched in horror as the bigger man took his meat down each time. “How the fuck are you doing this, you fag? Stop this right now! You stop this! We aren’t sick like you!”

Hunter

As he watched the scene carefully, he could hardly believe what happened next. The bigger one was giving his friend a blowjob right there! It figures that homophobes would be secretly gay. Hunter started to get hard in his slacks. He wasn’t going to be able to hide his foot long for long. These tight slacks weren’t going to hide that sort of thing. He watched with interest as he looked over to Alex. I wonder if Alex would be into a four-way or group sex? They had talked about it a few times but had never found the right guys to play with. He leaned on the nearby checkout counter, watching as the outline of his thick member was easily seen.

Alex

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Did I just do that? I did see this ring glow. He looked over at the guy who seemed to be the host. Wow, did he have a huge cock… and he was watching all of this happen seemingly without reservation. If he’s single, I really do want to date… wait a minute. Alex was finally putting two and two in his head together. Heather was gone, and now this dude was there. Earlier, he had thought about how he sorts of wished Heather was a man, and now there was one here where there wasn’t one before. Did I… He considered it a moment then turned his attention to the two in front of him. “Alright, stop, and stand up.” He watched the ring closely as he noticed that same glow.

Mark

He found himself stopping this grows act as he stood up. He looked furious as the tears were still running down his face. “What the fuck did you do to us you queer? I demand to know how you made me do that!” The front of his pants was now slightly wet form pre, which made Mark flush red with slight embarrassment. Why was his body betraying him so much? He then heard the waiter speak, “I think you would look good shorter. I want you to be the same height as your friend here.” Mark looked at the man as if he had lost his fucking mind, “I don’t see how…” Mark felt a weird jolt in his body, just before he stopped speaking. It was quite uncomfortable and slightly painful. He felt his bones shifting as he looked over. George’s eyes were slowly but surely meeting his, and this waiter was getting taller…

George

His eyes went wide as he watched. Mark was shrinking before his eyes! How as that even possible? “Fucking queer! How are you doing that? Stop this! I demand that you stop!” He was slightly panicked, watching his friend come down to his size. That’s when he heard the waiter speak again, “I want you to get as big as your friend.” George felt his muscles start to get hot, he grunted as he felt himself begin to expand bit by bit. While Mark became more compacted and bulky, he was starting to become just as bulky too. His shirt ripped along with his pants. What the fuck… In moment’s he was as built as Mark. Like he was a short muscle jock. George couldn’t help but notice they were the same in almost every way except hair, eyes, and facial structure.

Hunter

It was a good thing; it was just him and his boyfriend in the restaurant. If other customers were here right now, it wouldn’t be good for business. Hunter moved over to the door and flipped it to the closed sign while locking it. He didn’t want them to be interrupted if things heated up the way he hopped. These two were hot as fuck and were almost twins. Too bad they weren’t… that would make this even better for the two of them.

Alex

He smiled at the now very similar men, “I don’t think you realize who is in charge now. I have complete control over your bodies, your minds, and who knows what else. Let me give you an example.” He pointed over at Hunter at the counter area. “I think I like blondes more; what about you two?” As he spoke, they all watched as Hunter’s hair grew lighter by the moment until he was a blonde. “And I like blue eyes.” Even at that distance, they saw the man’s eyes also lighten up to the desired color. Alex smiled as he started to grow taller and more muscular. His clothes changing to leathers as his own hair darkened to black, his own eyes changing blue. His leather pants soon gained a large bulge. "I think I like the idea of being a biker, what about you? The now larger man standing now six foot at least over the other two grew in his own five-o’clock shadow. “You call each other bro. Let’s make that more official.”

Mark

Mark was slightly scared at that last comment. He didn’t seem to noticed Matty changing at all, what was different? His brother looked the same as always, the same green eyes, the same red hair. Even the same muscular build. He looked over his brother’s freckled face for any clues to what the big man did to them. Mark’s pants bulged out more and more until his package matched Matt’s. The spot on his pants getting darker as his pre leaked more. They always leaked so much.

Matt

He watched as Marky’s hair turned red, and his eyes shifted to green. Matty watched the freckles start to form over the other man’s face as his skin became lighter. Of course, his brother looked this way, they were identical in every way. Nothing too unusual about the way Marky looked. They were just stuck in this place with two gay guys. Matty didn’t quite understand how two straight brothers got into such a mess. Man though they were turned on, he could tell his brother was too by the same spot of pre on the front of his brother’s pants.

Hunter

Wow, twins in their club. What luck and redheads too! He started to move closer to the three over by the bar. The twins sitting on the barstools with large rods in their jeans. Hunter could tell they were ready and willing. The smell of sex on the two was easy to detect. “I hope you’re not going to get started with the interview without me love.” He smiled over at Alexander, wrapping an arm around his biker boyfriend.

Alexander

Of course not lover. I wouldn’t interview our go-go boys without you. We have to test them before we can fully invest, right?" He was loving this, the two homophobes were now straight twin brothers, and he now had a boyfriend that was hot as fuck. He looked back down at the ring a moment, considering, “I think we should break them in, don’t you?” Suddenly he knew that his boyfriend’s name was Hunter when he tried to recall it. “I mean, it wouldn’t be right not to at this point.”

Mark

Sir… we aren’t gay, though…. Marky did not like the way this sounded. He and his brother had come down in need of a job. This gay club called The Demon just seemed like the best option. They were two jocks who could use some extra cash. However, they didn’t exactly want to get fucked by these dudes. “Seriously, sir, we just wanted to earn a bit of cash.” He squirmed on the barstool a moment before the biker spoke, “Yeah, well… you’re old enough to dance your old enough for that too. I mean, you’re eighteen after all, right?” As the words were spoken, Mark felt something strange come over him. It as if a cloud was coming over his mind bit by bit. Was he losing something? He looked over at his brother a moment.

Matt

“We might be eighteen, but that doesn’t mean you can take advantage of us,” Matty replied to the bigger man, but damn, he had a big cock…. Marky and I aren’t gay… He squirmed a bit as the one known as Hunter put a hand on his shoulder and tugged him to his feet. “I mean… we really aren’t gay…” He really didn’t sound too convinced of it even to himself.

Hunter

Hunter pushed the jock over the bar stool pulling his pants down. Excellent! He has on a jockstrap! He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small thing of lube before smearing some on the teens’ ass. This was going to be hot! He was taking Matt, and Alexander was going to fuck Mark. He pushed his foot-long into that hole as he held on to the boy’s hips. Fuck, he was tight…

Alexander

He started by opening up his leather pants and taking out his own elven inch cock. He wanted to be bigger than these two but not bigger than his lover. “I really do like how you two are only eight inches.” Taking the lube from his lover and pushing Mark over the stool. He had changed this whole place into a gay bar with the use of the ring. Now, he was going to get his long-overdue revenge of taking this sweet virgin ass of a soon to be former straight guy. He pushed into that hole after a few moments of holding the teen in place.

Mark

He screamed out as his ass was forced open. “Fuuuuuccccckkkk!” His body seemed to push back into that cock instead of pulling away. This is really fucked…we aren’t gay…not… he let out a moan as the cock slide in and out of his hole. Reaching down, he started to rub over his hard shaft in his jock. Feeling it grow smaller and smaller. No, it wasn’t smaller… it was always this size, right? “Fuck… we are not…”. Yet the moans escaped his mouth.

Matt

He also screamed out in unison with his twin as his ass was forced open. “Fuuuuucccckkkk!” Again, in unison as if they always have done this. He reached down, feeling over his own eight inches as he was being fucked. “Fuck…. Marky… this feels…”. The boy fished out his cock from the jock as he started to stroke a bit. The precum lubing up his hand and easing the efforts. I am not gay… fuck, this feels good…I am not gay…. fuck….

Hunter

He pumped his rod in and out of the teen. “That’s it, boy. Take it all, you know you want it.” Hunter forced his rod all the way into that ass, making the teen bottom out. He was going to turn this jock into a bottom go-go slut for the guys that came to the club. No harm in making some money on the side with these two. There would be a lot of requests for twins from club goes and that would increase their popularity.

Alexander

“How’s it feel straight boy, to get fucked? You like being fucked, don’t you?” He teased the former brick house as he filled that ass over and over again with meat. “I love how you two can cum so much and more than once. Good thing you have such large balls.” He was leaking into that ass as he kept up his work. Continuing to change the former straight guys into the perfect sluts.

Mark

He found himself moaning louder and louder. His jock felt tight around his bubble ass, fuck their walnut-sized balls were so full. They always needed to unload at least twice if not three times a day for release. “Fuck me… fuck… it feels so good, Matty…”. He could hardly believe what he was saying… Yet, it did feel really good as if he had always wanted this. As if they both had always wanted this. That’s when he felt the biker’s hand grab his hair and force his head down to his brother’s cock, “Suck!” Came the demand.

Matt

His moans were matching his brothers at every thrust. Then Marky’s mouth was around his cock… fuck, this was his favorite thing. When they would play around with each other. They had been doing it for years, and now that they were eighteen, they could work at a gay club. They had always wanted to, and it was going to be great to be able to get fucked, sucked, and do the sucking every night. It was a sure-fire way to take care of their constant need.

Hunter

He felt his cock throbbing inside that ass. It was so hot to watch the one brother suck the other while he fucked that ass. It was their dream come true; the perfect go-go boys had just walked into the door. Twins who were gay and were comfortable playing around with each other. Damn… “Fuckkkk, yah!” He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He started to unload into that ass over and over again. Filling the teen with a hot load.

Alexander

He grunted loudly, watching his lover fill that teen’s ass. Shit, this was hot as fuck. Alexander was lost in the moment. Shoving his rod in and out of Marky’s ass as the teen sucked Matty’s cock. “Fuck yeah, take it all, boy!” His voice deepened as he shoved in and out. Soon filling the teen’s ass in turn, cum leaking out over the mounds of flesh.

Mark

He kept sucking his brother’s cock as he felt the warmth fill his waiting eager hole. Finally, he was getting what he wanted as he felt himself unload into his jock without it being touched. The wetness of the cum hitting his large balls as he kept unloading as he was filled. Soon enough, he felt his brother’s load hitting his mouth. Like a good boy, he swallowed it all…

As they finished their first round of sexual conquest, Alexander failed to notice how he had forgotten his old life. How he had forgotten how this all started. All he could remember was that his lover was here, they had just broken in two redhead twins. Twins that were going to play a vital role in the success of the club. Filling a much-needed lack in what his costumers wanted and needed right now. Young, hung and full of cum twin jocks. Alexander looked over to his ring hand, wondering if something was missing, but nothing was there.

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