💫 Fasten Your Belts

The story from the audiobook ~

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Yasha, a blond Siberian boy with an edgy fashion sense, stood out among the other stewards on the starship "Morning Tsar" as he made his way to the private cabin of a random passenger who had requested his services. The tight ring around Yasha's wasp waist glinted in the dim lighting of the hallway, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how deep it was buried into his abdomen.

He started training his waist at the age of 8 and now that he was 18, he never regret a day of his 24/7 training regimen. His wasp waist easily made him the most popular and well-paid steward on "Morning Tsar".

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As he knocked on the door to the cabin, a deep voice growled from inside, "Come in." Yasha took a deep breath, adjusted his low-rise pants and cropped top, and stepped inside. The dark-haired passenger was seated on a plush couch, his eyes raking over Yasha's body as he took in the sight of his exposed wasp waist.

"Well, hello there," the passenger said, his voice dripping with suggestion. "You must be the little stripper that I requested."

Look who's speaking, Yasha thought to himself. The passenger didn't look any older than Yasha, with smooth skin and bright eyes that sparkled with excitement.

It was hard to tell a person's age these days with all the modern technology out there. You had some rich folks in their 40s and 50s who tried to make themselves look like fresh-faced teenagers, and then you had actual teens who learned to act all mature and sophisticated to give off an air of wealth and power.

Yasha smiled confidently, running a hand through his fashionably messy hair. "That's right. And you must be the lucky passenger who gets to enjoy my private show."

The passenger chuckled, gesturing for Yasha to take a seat on the couch next to him. "I am indeed. And I have to say, I'm quite impressed with what I see."

Yasha preened a bit, his ego inflated by the compliment. He was used to getting requests for private shows, but it never got old hearing how much people enjoyed his body shape.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Yasha asked, already knowing the answer. The passenger wanted him to take off his clothes, one piece at a time, and dance for him in the privacy of the cabin. It was an extra service that Yasha offered, and one that he was more than happy to provide.

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"I like that tight ring around your waist," the passenger said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I've never seen anything like it before."

Yasha grinned, running a hand over his waistlet and then brushed his lower belly with his fingers. "Well, you're about to see something even more impressive than that." He pushed his thumbs down into his stretchy black pants and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor as he stepped out of them.

The passenger couldn't help but stare at Yasha's toned legs, highlighted so enticingly by the perfectly fine-tuned lighting system in the private cabin, while the music system started with some soothing electronic track, arranged in real-time following Yasha's movements.

Yasha's cropped top was still on, creating a highly erotic visual. He was still an official steward, from waist up, but below it, he was something else entirely. It was almost hypnotizing, the way his body seemed to be both a beautiful angel and a naughty devil in one.

Yasha was perfectly aware of the effect he produced and he wasn't in any hurry to take off anything else just yet. The passenger couldn't believe how perfect Yasha's body was, and he couldn't wait to see what kind of dance Yasha would perform for him.

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Yasha teased the passenger with his slow movements, taking his time as he focused on the sexy music. He began to move to the beat, his hips swaying from side to side as he gyrated across the cabin. The passenger couldn't help but be mesmerized by Yasha's performance, and before long, he was lost in the moment, completely entranced by the young steward's body and moves.

He watched with bated breath as Yasha finally pulled off the zipper on his cropped top, letting it fall off his shoulders, revealing the smooth but fit chest with a couple of beautiful nipples. The sight was almost too much to bear, and the passenger couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure.

Yasha was now completely naked except for the waistlet and the tiny black thong, and he moved with a fluid grace that left the passenger breathless. The boy's wasp waist made every movement and incredible sight to see, one that the passenger would never forget.

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As the dance came to an end, Yasha was beaming with pride and satisfaction. He had put his heart and soul into that performance, and it showed. His skin was glistening with sweat, a testament to the effort he had put in. Despite being a professional, doing his best in front of a complete stranger still made him excited.

The flight to Mars took a whole week and for most people it was a one-way trip to the new colony that lured people in by promising the most advanced androids and some amazing rewards, including sexual.

As he looked out at the faces of the migrants, he felt like an angel in front of the Martian paradise, giving them a small foretaste of what was to come. And though he had never seen the same passenger twice, he was determined to make each and every one of his performances unforgettable.

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Yasha took a bow, smiling confidently at the passenger. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, already knowing the answer. The passenger was already reaching for his wallet, pulling out a wad of credits as he handed them to Yasha.

"That was incredible," the passenger said, his voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen anything like it before."

Yasha stroked the credits with one of his finger rings, producing a series of blips as the small green lamps on the credits turned red. He checked the tiny display on his finger ring: "+69K".

"Wow, thank you for the generous tip," Yasha purred with a naughty smile as he slowly crawled into the passenger's lap. The sum was amazing, and by all means it couldn't come from an ordinary passenger. Yasha just had an inner feeling there was still a lot more to it and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

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As Yasha leaned closer to the client, he felt a firm but gentle hand slip inside his tiny thong, exploring his softness down there. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine and making him feel like this could be the start of something big and long-term.

"My name is Professor Kowalczyk," the young man said, his voice low and seductive. "Andrzej Kowalczyk. I represent a secret laboratory where we study extreme waist-cinching. The research is sponsored by some big companies and several governments. I wonder if this sounds interesting to you?"

Professor Kowalczyk continued to massage Yasha's crotch with shameless abandon, making him pant softly as he tried to focus on the words. The sensation was too intense...

"I-I don't know what you mean," Yasha stammered, his voice shaking with desire. "But...but I want to find out."

The professor chuckled darkly. "Good boy," he purred, leaning in closer to whisper in Yasha's ear. "You'll learn soon enough..."

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Yasha felt a surge of excitement as the young man's lips brushed against his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

"Don't worry, nothing like being a lab rat. We have many prestigious expos where we showcase our innovations and I thought you might want to join as a model and a consultant..."

The professor purred as he nuzzled Yasha's neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses. Yasha couldn't help but pant, feeling drawn to the young man who seemed strangely familiar. Had they met before? Could he had seen him in some show?

"I think it's time for you to wake up to a whole new life, one where you can showcase your body and reach your full potential. What do you think?"

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Yasha felt a warm hand caressing him. "Wake up, sleepyhead. I can't start the day without you, you know..."

Yasha opened his eyes to find himself in a soft bed with his boyfriend Andrzej grinning and gently stroking his side. He chuckled as he slowly came back to reality, both physically and mentally.

Andrzej playfully rolled on top of him, squishing Yasha into the bedsheets. "You're such a sleepyhead, it's incredible!"

Yasha laughed. "Wow, that was the longest dream I've ever had, haha!"

"What? You're stretching your dreams now too??" Andrzej chuckled but both boys were too horny for conversation, their bodies took over...