a special table service

The townsfolk murmured in agreement, their eyes glued to James's cock. The very thought of what Mr. Gravek had in mind sent a thrill of terror down James's spine, mingling with a strange excitement that he couldn't quite explain.

Mr. Gravel stepped closer, his hand coming to rest on James's shoulder with a firm grip. "It's simple, my boy," he said, his voice a low purr. "The bar in the center of town, the one everyone frequents for their morning coffee and afternoon drinks? We're going to put your... special talents to good use there."

James felt his heart sink, his cock pulsing at the thought of what the mayor had in mind. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Mr. Gravel smiled and reached out his hand to grasp James's juicy and round testicles. He didn't squeeze them like he had done before but caressed them and then immediately released them and said. "You should know that I have purchased the property of the bar in the city center. James will help me with his service to make that place a landmark for lunches and breakfasts. " It didn't take a genius to understand that he intended to somehow use James's naked body to make the place profitable. Mr. Gravel circled around James, keeping his gaze on his usual enduring erection, and said, "The other day while James was playing the beekeeper, I saw when the honey ran out right here - he points to the penis - and that's when I got the idea for the type of service we will offer thanks to James's talents." You could hear all the possible quotation marks around the word "talents" in Gravel's tone of voice.

Mr. Gravel leaned in closer, his breath hot in James's ear. "Imagine it," he whispered. "You, serving that lovely cock of yours, coated in honey, chocolate sauce, or perhaps even whipped cream. The townsfolk will come from far and wide to see the spectacle." His grip on James's shoulder tightened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "And the best part? They'll be eating it off you, one delicious drop at a time."

The crowd erupted into laughter and catcalls, the idea of James serving them with his naked body and sticky cock too delicious to pass up. The young man's face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes darting around in a **** search for an escape. But there was none to be found.

The following day, the sun had barely crested the horizon when James found himself at the town's central bar, his naked body gleaming in the early morning light. The bar was already bustling with townsfolk eager to see the new spectacle that had been promised. The smell of pancakes and syrup filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of James's arousal.

Mr. Gravel had “dressed” him in nothing but a tiny hat with the bar logo “THE BARE BAR”. His cock and balls are fully exposed. A fresh coat of syrup dripped down his shaft like a golden waterfall. The townsfolk's eyes widened in anticipation as he took his place as a special table service

The townsfolk chuckled, their eyes glued to James's sticky appendage as they placed their orders. One by one, they approached the counter, their smiles ranging from lewd to downright predatory. James felt a strange mix of dread and excitement as he went about his task, the sticky sweetness of the syrup clinging to his skin making every movement a deliberate act of submission.

As the morning wore on, the orders grew increasingly bizarre. One woman demanded he dribble chocolate sauce over his cock before serving her a banana split, her eyes never leaving the glistening shaft as it swayed with every step he took. Another man requested a side of whipped cream for his coffee, his gaze lingering on James's balls as he licked his lips in anticipation.

But it was lunchtime that truly tested James's resolve.