an extra super spicy sauce

A burly, red-faced customer with a penchant for spicy foods sauntered up to the counter, a glint in his eye that spoke volumes. "I'll have the daily special," he said, his voice gruff with a hint of a challenge. "But hold the mayo. I'd like that hot sauce... right here," he tapped a thick, meaty finger against James's cock.

James's stomach flipped, but he managed a tight smile, reaching for the bottle of fiery red liquid with trembling hands. "Certainly, sir," he murmured, the words sticking in his throat as he drizzled the hot sauce over his own erect member. The heat was immediate. He watched, as the hot liquid coated his shaft, the smell of it mingling with the burning one of the sauce to create a heady, confusing aroma.

The burly man licked his lips, his eyes never leaving James's cock as it glistened with the promise of pain and pleasure. "Now," he said, his voice a low rumble, "I'd like to see how well you handle it."

James took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He knew the drill all too well; serve with a smile, endure the humiliation, and keep the customers satisfied. The hot sauce was a new twist, but he'd faced worse. He watched as the man took a seat at the counter, his gaze never leaving James's sticky shaft. The room had gone quiet, all eyes on the ex young human carriage as he prepared the order with trembling hands.

James gritted his teeth and fought against the urge to put his penis under running water. He approached the counter with the plate containing the open sandwich and then, gently, let drops of sauce fall from the tip of his penis onto the bread and meat before closing the slices and placing the plate in front of the customer. The grumpy man smiled sadistically and before James could leave, he grabbed the strap of his penis and shook it a bit. He then withdrew his hand and licked it under interested and disgusted gazes.

The man took the plate with a leer, his eyes never leaving the glistening shaft. He took a bite, the juices from the sandwich mixing with the sweetness of the syrup, and let out a contented sigh. "Delicious," he murmured, licking his fingers.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of sticky, sweet orders. The townsfolk were insatiable in their hunger for James's degradation, their eyes feasting on his naked body as he served them with a smile that never quite reached his eyes. Yet, amidst the humiliation, he felt a strange thrill. They were the ones who were truly exposed, their desires laid bare for all to see.

As the lunch rush died down, Mr. Gravel approached James, his eyes glinting with an idea that had clearly been simmering all morning. "I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and sly. "What if we added another service to your... repertoire?"