Wrong Job

He thought he was applying for a job as a fitness trainer. The ad had said "Help Wanted" for the private Gym in town which was the Gym to go to if you had the money. He was good at the whole fitness thing, so it was perfect, or so he had thought. He’d gone in for the interview, and with just one look at him the Manager said Todd was hired. He signed the binding contract without even looking at it, just assuming he was getting the job he wanted. But he was really getting the job of Butt-Boy, a free slave-like guy who was the entertainment for the male clientele. His job was to do anything any member asked of him, and that usually meant taking a dick up his ass. The contract had some kind of magic attached to it. Once he signed it, it was irreversible, and as much as he wanted to quit this job and go back to chasing ladies, he was magically stuck in this job for the rest of his life (or 'til he got fired), a slave to his work, a slave to clients and fitness trainers. He may not be a fitness trainer, but he does get to ride their cocks quite often.