Gabe's Plumbing

I heard a firm knock on the door. “Perfect timing, that must be the plumber,” I thought. I was just finishing up my work for the day and was eager to get the kitchen sink fixed so I could eat dinner and wash dishes. I opened the door to see a tall man in a tight grey shirt and blue overalls carrying a bulky grey toolbox. He was an older man with a few grey hairs peeking through his brown beard, but he was in great shape with his tight t-shirt flattering his large muscular frame.“

Hi, I’m Gabe with Gabe’s Plumbing,” he said with a smile and stuck out his hand for a handshake. 
“Wow I get THE Gabe from Gabe’s Plumbing? I thought I’d get one of your trainees or something,” I teased, smiling right back and shaking his hand. He had calloused hairy hand and from his sustained eye contact he didn’t seem to like the joke.

“Nope just me, it’s a small company. You said you had an issue with the kitchen sink?” He responded, getting straight to business. My smile faded as I realized he didn’t want to small talk.

“Yes, right over here.” I showed him to the sink and explained the problem and he got right to work without a word.  

“Not the most charismatic fella,” I thought. My apartment was small and while I did have a desk in another room, I wanted to keep an eye on him since I didn’t know him and also wanted to see how he fixed the pipe. I continued my work on the kitchen table, so he was in my sight. 

Every now and then I’d glance up from my work and observe what he was doing. One of these times, we made eye contact. I swiftly returned my attention back to my work, but he didn’t. 

“Any reason you want to watch me work?” He said gruffly. 

“Oh, uh I just wanted to see how you fixed the pipe so I’ll know how to do it if it happens again. You know there’s always a problem with these pipes,” I said with a chuckle, suddenly afraid of how aggressive he was being.

“This problem is too difficult for normal tools to handle.” He held up my old kitchen pipe. “Your pipe was completely corroded and needed some advanced tools for me to get it off.” 

“Oh no,” I said concerned. I walked over to get a closer look at the corroded pipe. “Can I see it?” I said holding out my hand.

He handed it to me, but I accidentally grazed his fingers as I grabbed the pipe. I could feel him glaring holes in the top of my head for touching him and wasting his time. I asked a question to break the tension, “Could this have been dangerous to continue using if I hadn’t had you fix it?”

“Yes it would’ve been dangerous, but you called me at the right time.” He held eye contact again, but I couldn’t read what his eye contact meant. 

“Great,” I said, holding back my usual joke or smile. I quickly gave him back the pipe and walked back to my laptop. 

After about an hour, he got up and announced, “That should do it.” 

“Fantastic!” I said as I walked over to see his work.

“It was a corroded pipe, but I replaced it and the water should be running fine now.” He motioned me to check out the new pipe under the sink.

To be honest, I was no handyman so I didn’t bother kneeling and giving the pipe a thorough inspection, I wouldn’t know what I was looking at. So I just bent down at the hips to glance at it and act like I was giving it a good look. 

Suddenly, I felt his hands on my hips and he placed his hips against my butt. I realized I was in a vulnerable position and slowly stood upright, too frightened to make a sudden move. He then grabbed my neck with one hand and grabbed my dick in the other. Next, he whispered in my ear, “I saw you checking me out while I was working. Touching me and being extra friendly. Even bending down like that just now. Don’t think I don’t know what you want.” 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. That was an accident,” I stammered terrified. 

“I just wanted to get my work done, but you had to tempt me. I’m a sex addict, you can’t do that around me.” He stuck his hand in my pants and stroked my cock.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” My heart dropped as his groping confirmed my fear. I started to resist but his hand clenched tighter around my neck. I looked around for a weapon and tried to figure out an escape plan.  

He turned me around, kissing my forehead and going inside my pants to grip my butt. I was frozen with fear. Do I try to run? He was stronger than me and I don’t know what other “tools” were in his toolbox.

He pushed me down to my knees and unbuckled his overall straps. I gulped as I anticipated what he wanted next. I contemplated fighting and running but I was no fighter, so first I decided to plead for mercy.

“I-I’m not gay. I’m sorry for looking at you and touching you. Just please let me go, I-I’ll pay you extra.”

“You’re paying me extra alright,” he said as he whipped out his erect cock. “I know a gay boy when I see one, you just don’t know it yet. You’ll enjoy it, don’t worry,” he crooned as he slapped his cock against my lips. 

As soon as his cock touched my lips I got up and attempted to run. I took one step, and he grabbed me. “Oh c’mon don’t play hard to get,” he said with a snide grin. 

He carried me over to his toolbox as I fought in his arms and pulled out some chains. He cuffed my hands together and put clasps on my feet that connected to my hand cuffs so I couldn't get away. 

“You planned this!” I hissed through gritted teeth.

“No, I just came prepared. You never know when you'll have a bad client.” He gave another snide grin, seemingly pleased with his cruel jokes. 

“Now, there’s no escaping.” He pinned me to my bed. “Follow directions and this’ll be a pleasurable experience for both of us or don’t and I’ll take pleasure in inflicting you pain,” he snarled.  

As I looked into his crazed eyes, I could tell he wasn’t bluffing. 

“Open up.” He placed his cock on my lips again.

This time, I complied and accepted his cock in my mouth. His cock was already fully erect so he must get off on forcing men into sex. I felt sick to my stomach, and he also tried to stick his dick in my stomach as he went balls deep in my throat. I gagged unable to take his full cock. Then, he stuffed his big balls in my mouth. I almost gagged again as my tongue touched his hairy scrotum. This was all new to me, but he seemed intent on forcing me to like it. He thrusted his dick in my mouth with a manic smile.

“You won’t get away with this!” I spat. He spat right back in my face and pulled out his phone to record me. 

“When I ask you a question, you say ‘yes daddy.’ Let’s practice, ‘do you like sucking my dick?’"

I glared back in response. He slapped me hard across the face. "Say it!"

“Yes daddy,” I whimpered.

The flashlight turned on to indicate he was recording. He gagged my face on his cock, then pulled me up for air as saliva spewed everywhere.

“You like my cock in your mouth?” 

“Yes daddy,” I replied, fearing another slap. 

He turned the camera off. "Don't even think about calling the cops after this, because I have clear video of you taking my cock. And they’ll only believe hard evidence,” he said with another sly grin. 

As his balls were in my mouth, I felt like I was in a nightmare as I realized there was no way I was getting out of this or even convicting him for his crime.

He pushed me back onto the bed, pinning my hands against the bed frame and leaning over me until the my legs were raised in the air. He spread lube on his cock and my anus. He stuck two fingers up my ass and thrusted vigorously. I moaned as I endured the new sensation. He pulled out his dirty fingers and sucked the poo off them, looking me in the eyes to apparently show me that he enjoyed the taste.

“This will only hurt a little," he grinned as he stroked his throbbing cock. 

He jammed his cock down my asshole. I yelped in pain. He ignored my complaints and slowly slid his cock deeper and deeper until his balls touched my ass. Tears welled up in my eyes and I gasped for air as he held it there and kissed my neck. Then he slid it out and slid it back in. I let out uncontrollable grunts as he thrusted his cock in and out of my ass.

After a few minutes of this, the pain subsided and I began to feel the pleasure. Every time he hit a certain spot I’d feel a rush of ecstasy. He noticed that I was beginning to enjoy it and leaned over to kiss me. I kissed him back, deciding to embrace my situation. 

“There you go! I knew you’d come around!” He grinned. It’s funny, while earlier he was cold, now that his cock was out, he seemed nothing but happy. 

He flipped me and laid me face down. I laid across my back and resumed his penetration. The weight of his body against mine seemed to cause his dick to slide against my g-spot more frequently. I moaned louder.

“You having fun?” he whispered in my ear. His beard brushed my skin as he sucked on my neck and ear. 

“Yes daddy,” I purred. This time, I meant it.

Abruptly, he turned me on my back and stuck his dick in my mouth. “I’m about to cum.”

His dick tasted like lube and poop, but I didn’t care. I sucked his dick clean. Finally, I felt his dick veins bulge and sperm shot down my throat. I enjoyed the new warm and salty sensation. 

He rolled onto his back next to me panting and seemingly satisfied. After he caught his breath, he unlocked me from his chains, put them in his toolbox, and got dressed. The silhouette of his large frame and toolbox stood in the doorway as he looked back at me sprawled across the bed.

“If your pipes ever need cleaning again, you know who to call.” Then he left.  

I laid on the bed with my asshole aching and the taste of his semen still on my tongue and smiled. Something told me I’d be calling Gabe’s Plumbing more often.