Exclusively Top

A man answeres a job listing in a gay magazine.

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The ad in the gay singles pages looked too good to be true.  It read: 
"EXCLUSIVE TOP WANTED.  If you are a young, 20 or 30 something, 
single gay man, exclusively top, call us for a once in a lifetime job 
offer.  Must be willing to relocate.  Large penis and low hanging 
balls - a plus."

On the day of the interview, I took a shower, and dressed in my 
tightest and thinnest T-shirt I had.  Then I put on my tight jeans, 
with the sandpapered crotch.  I decided not to wear any underwear 
cause it showed off my 13" better.  I also decided to forgo my 
morning j/o session, in case they needed a couple of samples.

I arrived at the make shift studio about 10 minutes early.  The guy 
behind the reception counter was a wet dream.  He was about 25, with 
a shaved head, a well trimmed goatee, and 5 earrings in each ear.  
His shirt was stretched tightly over his bulging pecs and his arms 
looked as thick as tree trunks.  He was definately my type.  When he 
got up and went over to the files, I noticed his well defined, small 
tight but.  An ass just made for fucking.  He was rather flat in the 
crotch though.  Oh well , I guess you can't have everything, still 
he's gorgeous!  Maybe we could get together later, I thought.


"The boss is ready to see you"  he said.  

I went in to the office and met the boss.  I couldn't believe my 
eyes.  He made the reception guy look scrawny and flabby.  His head 
was also shaved, he had a goatee, and 5 earrings in each ear.  
"Strange"  I thought.  2 in the same building.  The boss paged his 
assistant.  Another great looking guy came in, also with a shaved 
head, goatee and 5 earrings in each ear.  He was also kind of flat in 
the crotch area.  I guess that's why they need a well hung top, I 
thought.



The boss inteviewed himself as Mr. Smith.  His assistant was Timmy.  
Timmy was there to take notes.  I introduced myself as Tom.

"Do you mind if we call you Tommy?"  "Sure." I answered.

"Good. "  

I was asked the usual questions about myself, work history, 
education, special skills, and my personal life.  Then Mr. Smith 
started asking about my body.  "I have to ask you to disrobe 
please."  he said.

I took off my clothse and hung them on the hanger Timmy gave me.

"Wow!  That's a great looking cock you have!" exclaimed Timmy.

"Thanks" I said.  Mr. Smith reached over and took ahold of my cock 
and started to stroke it.  His touch gave me a bonner in about 2 
seconds.  "Sorry Mr. Smith" I said.  "Don't appologise.  I wanted to 
see you hard.  But, Don't shoot your load!"



"You have the physical qualities we are looking for, as well as the 
propper background."  He said.  "Now tell me, how do you know you are 
an exclusive top?"  "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"Yes.  Once when I was in High School.  I hated it, and I don't let 
anyone fuck me."

"Good" Mr. Smith said.  "Have you ever sucked on a cock?"

"Yes.  A couple of times, in High School and in College.  I hated 
that also, so I don't do that anymore.  When I'm with a guy, I fuck 
him, and he sucks me off.  I don't switch roles ever."

"Excellent" Mr. Smith said.  "That's exactly what were looking for.  
The job is yours if you want it!"



"Thank you  Mr. Smith, I do want the job."

Mr. Smith Replied, "before you accept the job, I have to tell you  a 
couple of the other requirements.  You have to sign a waiver allowing 
us to do some body mods to you, for example piercing your ears 5 
times in each one.  Also, we have to shave your head and you have to 
grow a goatee.  Your pubic hair will be removed permanently."

That explains it, I thought.  "Okay,  I'll do it."  I said.  "Where 
do I sign?"

"Right here Tommy, " said Timmy.



I signed the form and Mr. Smith got up to shake my hand.  "Welcome 
abord."

I couldn't help notice the enormous bulge in his pants.  He was 
huge.  My cock got harder than it was, and started to hurt.

Mr. Smith looked at it and said, "Thanks, It's 15 inches and as thick 
as a beer can.  You will see it after we do the mods."



The receptionist lead me from the room to a doctor's examining room 
and told me to get up on the table.  When I did, he looked at me with 
a sadness and then then he asked if he could touch my cock.  I agreed 
to it.  He touched it gently, gave it a kiss on the head, and left.



Another man came in.  He had the shaved head, goatee and earrings 
that everyone had.  He was also kind of flat in the crotch.  He said 
that he was going to do the mods that I agreed to.  

He started by shaving my head.  Then he trimmed my pubic hair really 
close and started performing the electrolysis, to permanently remove 
my hair.

When he was done, another guy walked in and said that he was the 
assistant.  They told me that for the next mods they were going to 
strap me to the table so I couldn't move.  I thought that this might 
be a good idea, especially if they hurt.  My ears were pierced, 5 in 
each, and I thought that it was done.  Then the receptionist, Mr. 
Smith, and Timmy entered the room.  Mr. Smith got undressed, and I 
saw his massive body, and enormous cock, hard and throbbing.



"Okay Tommy, now we're going to show you what your final mod is going 
to be.  All the other men in this room answered my add, just as you 
did.  They were all exclusive tops, but now they service me and my 
cock."



The other men turned their backs to me, disrobed, and turned around.  
I almost fainted.  None of them had a penis!  The guy who did all the 
mods picked up a knife, grabbed my penis in his other hand and slowly 
began to cut it off.



"NOOOOOOO!" I screamed as I watched my penis being severed and then 
dropped into a jar filled with formaldehyde.  The jar had my name on 
it.  The lid was put on it and it was set on a shelf in one of the 
cabinets.  I noticed the other jars with the men's names on them, 
containing their penises.



"Welcome to the club" Timmy said.