Sub encounter: Plumber

As I watched on, I thought for a moment that Chris might faint. Even now, it was clearly the best head job he'd ever experienced. Steve seemed to have entered a state of hyper focus. His concentration on the task was single minded.

I was proud of them both, Chris had been direct, but respectful. And Steve, for a guy giving head for the first time in his life, he was doing a more than adequate job.

In the beginning he'd been horrified at the suggestion, now he was behaving as if it had always been part of his plans.

I didn’t really care one way or the other, just that he did his best.

Before long, I could see that Chris was getting close. Like all nineteen-year-olds, he was constantly horny, with a matching hair trigger. Steve would be swallowing shortly.

I felt my phone vibrate, even though I was videoing the coupling before me.

Carl was calling.

"Hello, this is Simon." I answered, confused over the call.

"Hey, this is Carl from Nesplumb." he started.

"Sorry to bother you. Is Steve at your place?"

"Yeah,” I replied, “do you need him?"

"Not necessarily, is he working there?" he asked.

"Not plumbing, if that's what you mean?" I responded. "What's up?"

"Nothing, it's just he hadn't returned to the office from this morning's job in Millersville, I thought something must have gone wrong. His phone is off."

"I looked up his van's tracker, and saw he was at your place.”

“I guessed you must have called him directly, to fix something."

"Nah, nothing like that." I informed, "truth is, I think he just wanted to talk.” I continued.

“We connected pretty well when he did that bathroom at the flat last month."

"To tell you the truth, that's great to hear," Carl praised. "He's been so quiet lately; I've been worried. Something has been bothering him, distracting him."

"I'm glad he’s talking to someone."

"He's with my son Chris as we speak, he seems to be taking something in." I relayed, “even if it’s only a little, I think it’s a good thing.”

He didn’t hear what I was saying, but I smiled anyway.

"Do you want me to get him to call you?" I asked.

"No, in fact, it may be better not to mention I called.”

I just wanted to make sure he was ok, sometimes these weekend jobs turn out to be bigger than we plan."

"I don’t want him to think I’m checking on him."

“You’re a good boss Carl, I’m impressed.” I praised back.

"He seems to be going through some stuff in his head,” I suggested, “he had a bit to say when he first arrived. Seems more focused now."

"Good, good.” Carl responded, “He doesn't have a dad around, in fact, no family males. Just him and his grandmother, I think."

“Ok, good to know,” I said. “You might consider putting him on some of the jobs that will give him a bit of color.” I suggested.

“Yeah, don’t tell him I told you, but he said he doesn’t get enough sun time.” I lied. “He doesn’t want to say anything in case you think he’s whining.”

“See, this is exactly what I need,” gushed Carl, “good intel. I’ll keep it between you and me, but I’ll get it sorted.”

*

When I stepped back into the garage, the boys had just finished. I was annoyed I missed the money shot.

Chris had taken a few steps back and was resting against the workbench. He was coming back to earth. Steve was still on his knees.

"Want to relieve some of that ball tension?" I asked, nodding towards his crutch, and his rock-hard cock.

"Yes sir. Please."

“I dipped my head, and he immediately began working his meat. I was pleased he hadn’t taken matters into his own hands without asking.

As a consolation prize, I videoed his cum spraying across the garage floor.

Chris had watched on, then excused himself back into the house. I guess he decided he didn’t need the car after all.

I pulled a second chair across, and gestured for Steve to sit. It didn’t take him long to recover.

"What do you think?" I asked.

He shook his head back and forth in wonderment.

"I sucked a guy's dick," he said, amazed. "Thanks for not pushing me to do it."

"Did you enjoy?" I quizzed.

I watched as he bit into his lower lip, he nodded, embarrassed to say it aloud.

"So, it felt natural, easy?"

"Yeah," he replied, at low volume.

"I was freaking out,” he continued, “but then I took some time to just look. You know, look with no pressure.”

“His dick seemed perfect. I couldn’t stop staring.”

“Suddenly, I knew what I wanted." He took a breath, “so glad I didn’t chicken out!”

“Even if I never suck another dick, I was meant to suck that one.”

He paused, in contemplation. My turn to talk.

"Well, Chris enjoyed it, in the end he could hardly speak." I smiled.

"What now?" he asked after a comfortable but silent break.

"He's probably up in his room. He’ll be just as amazed as you." I replied, smiling inside.

"No, not Chris," he recovered. "What now for me?"

"Oh,” I pretended, “What do you want, you know, keep pushing boundaries?"

He nodded, more confident now.

* * *

"Stand up on the chair," I directed.

He turned and climbed, while I went to the bench, pulling a drawer.

I recovered the padlock I'd purchased a few weeks ago.

The loop hole perfectly matched the cable tie I had applied around his balls, then clipped off.

It had been a perfect template for sizing

I returned to stand in front of him.

"Hold your little dick out of the way," I instructed, as he grimaced.

He looked down with some trepidation, having no idea what was planned.

I reached up and worked his nuts to the bottom of his ball bag.

When I had them sufficiently and uncomfortably stretched, I applied the lock around the top of his balls. Then, clicked it shut.

The lock wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to have some weight. He'd be constantly aware he was metal equipped.

"This will keep you reminded you're a boy." I suggested, "when you eventually find a proper owner, he'll probably keep you in a cock cage."

"This is good training."

"Um, sir, how do I take it off?" he asked, concern being betrayed in his question.

"You don’t, you do as you're told."

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

I looked around for his shorts I had discarded when he first stripped.

I picked them up

"Take these, and your others to a clothes alteration place." I instructed. "You know what that is?"

He nodded.

"Get them to take this seam, and this seam, in by three mm, each side." He was following, "Then take the hem up, one fold."

"Understand?"

"Yes sir,” he confirmed, “may I ask why?"

"The shorts, and the lock are physical triggers. They’ll reinforce you're a dumb fuck boy, doing what a real man instructed."

“As you saw with Chris. For you It’s a mental game. Training, so you know your place.”

"Thank you, sir." he replied.

"Sir, when can I come back? You know, to learn more."

My turn to pause and think.

"Come back when your brain gets full."

He nodded, I gave him permission to dress.

*

That night, as I rummaged my home office, searching for where I'd stashed the new battery, I'd reserved for the TV remote. Chris wandered in.

"Hey Dad."

"Hey. Have you seen that new pack of C32 batteries I bought?" I quizzed.

"For the TV remote?"

I nodded, as he shook his head.

Bugger.

I decided to let them come to me, the remote still worked, if you banged it in your palm.

"Did you enjoy today?" I asked.

He nodded vigorously

"Of course, best head job I've ever had."

"Well, to be fair, it's only your third." I smiled.

"Still the best," he countered.

“He really likes that stuff, doesn’t he?" he asked.

"It's not about what he ‘likes’. It’s who he is, or rather, what he is." I answered. "It’s his natural state. Even if he fights it."

"Fights? What do you mean?"

"He's only just finding out this is who he is. He's been living another way the whole of his life."

"Suddenly someone comes along and calls him out, he's adjusting, frightened one minute, elated the next."

"You mean someone like you." He asked.

"Well, yeah. in his case it happened to be me. Could have been any man."

"How did you see it in him though?"

"I told you, I've been around subs before, used them before."

"So you just knew, I mean, knew about Steve,"

"Yeah, but I probably pass ten subs a day, that I don’t have any idea about."

"It's not like I'm looking for them." I defended.

“But now you know about him, Steve becomes a service unit to you?”

“He’s a sub, men use subs.” I was beginning to get confused by his questions, it showed.

"Ok,” he said, switching tone, “so, is he going to 'service' you?"

"Doubt it, don’t really need servicing. it's more about giving a young guy a hand on his way."

"What's with all the questions?"

"Well, it was pretty weird to find my dad in the garage with a naked guy. Then I got the best head out of nowhere. It’s been a strange day."

That made sense, I figured.

"Is he coming back?"

"Probably."

"Can you tell me when he does?"

"Sure, you want another head job?"

He smiled.

"Maybe," he replied, making ready to leave.

"I'm going out with Sam.” He informed, “See you tomorrow."

"You look out for your brother, he's as dumb as a post."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You probably say that to him about me!" he teased.

"Get out of here you bum."