Before I started working at that bar, I had no idea what was going on in the back of the warehouse. My master Carlos had told me about it, but now that I'm living it and enjoying it, I know he was understating it.

On weekends, the place was packed, so they needed staff. I had been there a couple of times, but when my master Carlos told me about the job and the tips, I decided to give it a try. The bar had its dark room, yes, and customers came and went as they pleased, but what happens beyond the boxes of bottles and cleaning utensils only the employees, some lucky customers, and the boss know.

Álvaro was a large, imposing man. His business was doing so well that he had time to work out at the gym, and the first thing I noticed when he interviewed me was how tightly his shirt fit his body. Actually, I noticed everything about him because from the moment he shook my hand, I was trapped in his gaze. The aroma of his perfume mixed perfectly with his masculine scent, making him almost irresistible, and since he was bigger than me, I started fantasizing about feeling his weight on me.

"Jose, right?" he asked with a smile. The bastard knows he's attractive and plays with it. I felt his dominance with his firm handshake.

"Yes, sir," I replied submissively. Álvaro didn't hesitate and devoured me with his gaze.

"Thin, not very tall, hairy, manageable..." he smiled. "You'll have your audience, for sure. Come, I'll explain how everything works. Don't worry if you're lost the first few days; the first month is a trial period, and the manager will supervise you."

Álvaro had me walk ahead, and as we toured the place, he explained where everything was and how it was organized. I felt his enormous figure behind me, and his masculine voice gave me chills. My mind kept flying, imagining how it would be to feel his accelerated breath on my neck, but I didn't want to seem excited since the job would be very good for me.

I had found out about him thanks to one of my masters, Carlos, who was a regular customer, but of all that he had told me, what turned me on the most was the part about the tips. It was the key question.

"And what about the tips?" I asked as we returned to the bar. Álvaro didn't seem surprised, but he smiled with vice, and I saw a glint in his eyes, a glint I've seen more than once while on my knees sucking cock.

"Pour me a whiskey," he ordered after sitting down on one of the stools. I nodded submissively and went behind the bar. I tried to remember where everything was, and soon I had the glass ready.

"Who told you about the tips?" he asked, not taking his eyes off me as he sipped his drink.

"Carlos, sir," I replied. My boss took another sip and smiled. He knew perfectly well who had told me, and Carlos must have told him a lot about me.

"That son of a bitch... So you know what this is about, don't you?" Álvaro brought his hand to his cr...