Gay Paid Stories

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Paid Job Interview

by liketoshow74 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I had been out of work for several months and money was getting short, then whilst browsing the internet I saw an advert; 'Personal Security Guard, must be prepared for very close contact, an interactive interview where candidates will be paid for attendance and depending on their performance. The amount will vary, any high scores will be required for a furt...

Paid In Full

by hrefnadrakis on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Your total comes to $4082.34," Gavin said as he tallied up the work order. "Oh my," Jeana whispered. "I didn't think it was going to be that expensive." That phrase always sent a shiver up his spine. It never boded well when the customer was surprised by the amount of the repairs. He could play this a couple of different ways. He could be a hard ass and i...

Ass Paid in Full

by gavinmlfletcher on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Anthony peered over at DeQuan from the corner of his eyes. Watching the nigga bop his head to the heavy beats booming from the speakers and whip the Caddy like shit was gravy made Anthony's blood boil. He clenched his teeth and shifted his eyes back to the road to squelch any visible sign that he was angry. Anthony fought the urge to reach over and beat DeQu...

Debts Paid

by Triplebottom on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I was so nervous and wanted to run. But I needed to do this. My family's debt would be wiped clean. I just had to endure the night, and tomorrow, the dark cloud of debt would be forever gone. I just have to keep thinking about how much peace it would bring to everyone. One night of humiliation and degradation is worth my family's freedom. I was in the midd...

You Get What You Paid For Ch. 01

by ruetheben on Jun 19, 2019
Gay Male

The closer it gets to 5 PM, the longer I stare at the clock, silently begging for it to move faster. "C'mon, minute hand," I think. "I believe in you." Not that I hate my job. In fact, I love working in IT. Flexible hours, lax office environment, and I have a knack for computers so my job isn't exactly difficult. But I don't get enjoyment out of the typical...

You Get What You Paid For Ch. 02

by ruetheben on Jul 1, 2019
Gay Male

Why can't I stop thinking about Adam? Why is it that whenever my focus strays, thoughts of him become magnetic? If I let myself drift, whole minutes pass by where I'm just envisioning the shape of his lips, or the glint in that thin, simple necklace of his. It's not even the memory of the sex we had that I keep coming back to. Although it was reinvigorating,...

You Get What You Paid For Ch. 03

by ruetheben on Aug 21, 2019
Gay Male

Adam holds the die in his hands, shaking them repeatedly as he closes his eyes. "C'mon, baby, gimme a five," he begs before tossing them on the board. He looks distraught, and I just laugh at the snake eye's he just rolled. "Are you fucking kidding?" "Maybe this just isn't your game," I tease, scooping up the dice to take my turn. "This is rigged," he sugg...

You Get What You Paid For Ch. 04

by ruetheben on Oct 7, 2019
Gay Male

I can't pretend like I feel like everything is okay. I get the sense that something is off, from Adam's strange quietness to his unceremonious disappearance. It didn't sit right with me. So the first thing I do is text him: "Hey, how much do I owe you for last night?" I hesitate before adding his name after the "Hey" to make it seem more personal or lighthea...

You Get What You Paid For Ch. 05

by ruetheben on Nov 12, 2019
Gay Male

When Adam realizes I've stopped following him, he turns and laughs at my stunned expression. "Ted?" I just stare. "*This* is where you wanted to take me?" I ask, happy I let him convince me to at least wear a button-up and the nicest jeans I own. I was perfectly content slumming it in sweatpants and a t-shirt, but with Adam dressed in some crisp, belted, fo...

You Get What You Paid For Ch. 06 - Final

by ruetheben on Jan 20, 2020
Gay Male

When Clark sees the way I'm "improperly" packing my clothes, he sighs, up-ends my luggage, and grabs a single shirt. "No, no, no. You need to roll them, like this," he says, demonstrating his technique by folding in the arms and rolling one of my sweaters into a cylinder. "How am I supposed to know? I don't get out much, remember?" I say, pushing him playfu...