Panel Work

At knock-off, the guys pulled the front roller door down and spaced themselves in a loose circle around the paint matching benches, at the rear of the workshop. It was the same each week, all work had stopped, all machines shut down and when everyone was present, a few quiet ales were indulged in. Mike had been assigned beer retrieval and distribution duties, he happened to be closest to the staff room. He appeared with the six pack as I knew he would. I had checked the fridge throughout the day and established the carton was front and centre.

We were all handed a beer and with my heart slightly racing, I counted five absolutely normal can openings, before I cracked mine. Everyone drank or in my case appeared to drink.

As usual, the first can was always finished fast, and before he knew it, Mike was back at the fridge pulling forth another carton from the normal reserve stock. I took another can, even though my first was untouched. I simply sat it at the base of my chair as if it was empty.

* * *

Halfway through the second beer, the conversation was definitely getting slow. It seemed everyone was having trouble focusing. Ten minutes later everyone except me had passed out where they were. Thank goodness no one had been standing.

I went to work quickly retrieving the bag from the garden and locking the front gates and workshop doors. No one saw me. I started work on Shane first for no particular reason other than he was shirtless. I cut the rest of his clothes from his body and carefully laid him down on the remnants. I took out the battery clippers and gave him a number one buzz cut, taking his chest hair, under arms and pubes as well. He had a little hair on his back and around his arsehole but I cleared it in under a minute, after rolling him over. One down.

Within twenty-five minutes I had the other four done. Mike being of European heritage took the most to clear. His arms and legs had almost as much hair as his chest. In the end he was as bare as the rest. I pulled out the razer and shaved everyone’s crutch baby smooth. By then their cocks were starting to respond to the heavy dose of Viagra they’d ingested.

I grabbed the office’s high-quality camera and with my own SD card loaded, took some amazing pictures as I jacked and sucked each to steel. I didn’t bring any to blow. When I was done, I hid my card, put the normal one back in the camera and returned the equipment to the filing cabinet, where I’d got it from.

I had clipped my body last night and shaved my pubes that morning. I simply buzz cut my skull to match everyone else’s. It was only the second time in my life I had been so hairless.    

The next task was the most tricky. I dragged out the steel cage originally used to protect the gas exchange system. The business had changed over to compressed air the year before, but the cage remained unused in the corner. It was the same shape as a telephone booth although about 10-15% smaller. It would be a tight fit for six upright men.

I had been locked in it once or twice since I’d started. It was a great joke for the new apprentice to spend his day looking out from behind 4-inch gap bars. The base had weld mesh so there was no escape, I had been at their mercy.

I laid the cage on its side and rolled Terry and Dan into it as the biggest guys. I manacled their hands over the bars in the top. With the overhead crane I very carefully tilted and rotated it over so the door was at the top, like an open freezer.

One by one, and with a lot of effort I managed to load the other three guys in and secure their arms. I was super careful. I was sure I hadn’t injured anyone. Repositioning the crane’s hook, I raised the cage to upright and took in the sight of five naked hairless gods, hanging limply from their arms and hard as rocks. I left the crane’s grip in place.

I didn’t have any stuff to hide, but I crammed the duffel bag into my locker. I threw their drained tampered cans in the trash out front and replaced them with six plain empties I’d brought from home. I knew the garbage would be collected early in the morning so the evidence would be long gone. I tipped out half my tainted beer, did a final survey of the area and sculled the remainder. I estimated I had around ten minutes before it hit, I added my empty to the trash and got to work.

I wriggled into the cage and padlocked the barred door behind me. I could feel the Rohypnol starting to take effect on my body. The Viagra would be longer, but I was hard anyway. I moved to the middle and side of the steel construct and reached up to the roof bars. I clicked the lock between the soft leather manacles surrounding my wrists and waited. Ten minutes later, I was out like a light.

* * *

I had no idea how this plan was going to all work out, which made it breathtakingly exciting. I knew that if all else failed, Security would be checking the building around 11am the next morning.

* * *

I found myself at trade school for some reason. The teacher was yapping away and spraying blue paint over a huge fish, in a baby’s pram! I could hear Shane or Mike calling me in the background, it was getting louder.

I felt like I was emerging from the depths of a swimming pool full of hair gel, I regained a level of consciousness. Fuck that was weird!

“Josh, Josh! Wake up, wake up,” it was Terry.
“What the fuck have you done to me you bastards!” I slurred, without even having to try. I was having a bit of difficulty in regaining my composure.
“It wasn’t us you fuck, just focus on waking up.” scolded John. It turned out I was second to last to wake. Dan slowly came around seven minutes later.

The workshop was dim, only the light out front and the one in the office had been left on. I could see the clock above John’s desk. We’d been out about two hours. My arms actually ached but when I got some movement going, they were fine. I was still rock hard and I knew the others would be as well, I was completely pressed up against John and Dan. I could feel Mike’s right peck squashed into my left shoulder blade. There was no room to spare. It was the hottest scene!

Discussion was intense, and had been going since before I was awake. It had been established that no one knew what was going on but the general consensus was, it was fucked. Gay shit!
I made sure I participated, so not to look any less concerned than the others, but the talk was going around in circles.

Finally, it moved on to a more interesting area with Shane declaring ‘he’d never been so hard’.
“Almost painful” he whined, as the group wriggled and moved about in what space they had. It was impossible not to be up against someone’s cock.
“You fucks need to stop moving about,” complained Dan. “If you keep this up, I’m going to blow and there isn’t anything I can do about it.” He added.

This utterance caused a colourful range of threats, and actually resulted in more skin on skin contact as everyone attempted to get away from everyone else.
“I’m serious you idiots, stop moving about,” Dan continued “I’m fucken right on the edge here.”
His words had no effect. I heard his breath start to shorten; I felt his waist start an almost undetectable involuntary thrusting action.

“Oh fuck,” he said suddenly, “I’m going to blow, I can’t stop, oh god, oh god!” He was doing his best but it wasn’t going to impede the inevitable. I started my own little momentum, almost under the cover of him. Fuck! I was shocked at how close I really was.

Dan was now beyond being able to control himself. He was fully humping up and down Terry’s left hip. Terry was surprisingly quiet. I realised he must have been in the same boat. I could detect he was almost matching my movements.

Dan blew with a matching set of expletives. The rest of the crew gave way to abandon and started humping whatever skin was in front of them. One by one everyone unloaded. I blew a huge load across John’s lower back. I was in heaven, and with the dose I’d had, I knew I wasn’t going to stay soft for very long.