Sub encounter: Plumber

Wow. Suddenly all the non-consequential conversation, questions and loaded chit-chat, I’d had with my boys over the last month, seemed pre-planned. Arriving at today’s destination seemed so obvious, I was shocked I had remained so oblivious to what was going on. My sons were subs!

Reflecting inwards for a moment, I discovered I was actually glad they’d found such an important part of themselves. Compared to James, this pair had always seemed more 'lost'. I’d always been worried for them.

I suspected their revelation would help mature their minds for adulthood. Being subs wasn't going to be an easy journey, but being true to their natures, was endlessly better than living a lie.

"You two can be silent," I directed, pulling myself back to the moment.

"But Dad, we're serious," they whined in unison.

I tensed. Better to get this out of the way then.

"Lay over the bench, both of you." I commanded.

They froze.

"I said, get your chests down on that benchtop." I repeated, pointing.

They looked at each other, then made their way as directed.

I rummaged around in my wood box, looking for anything suitable. I found some pine, which was going to make an adequate paddle.

I returned to their sides.

"This has nothing to do with you being subs. This has to do with you questioning a clear instruction.”

“You'll take three, then go to your room." I commanded firmly, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," they squeaked, mostly in shock.

I delivered six medium strength strikes, three a piece.

They'd be sore, but not bruised.

They counted them off, thanking me after each.

As they stood and made their way to their room, I told them I expected silence until I attended later. They nodded, and left.

*

Finally, we had returned to our starting point.

“Boy, you’re now the focus, what do you want?” I asked. “What have you been fixated on for the last month?”

“Sir, may I speak freely?” I nodded.

“When I visited last month you allowed me to choose to pleasure your son.” He started.

“Because you gave me the choice, I have to accept I wanted to suck Sir Chris.” Again, I nodded, this was going well.

“Some months ago, I think I would have behaved badly if not given a choice. I apologise.”

“Don’t say your sorry for things you didn’t do boy, now, get to the point,” I pressed.

“Um, over the last month, I realised if I am to service men, my body is for them to use.”

“That’s mostly true,” I confirmed, “I will talk about limits later, keep going,” I encouraged.

“I don’t know what to do,” he paused.

I decided to jump in, declare the finish line, then work backwards from there.

“Let’s cut to the chase boy.” I suggested. He nodded furiously.

“In the future, you’ll be giving shit loads of head, and being fucked up the arse, more than you could ever imagine.”

I watched on as his face crumpled, before he burst into tears.

I left the emotional overload wash through him. I simply reached out an arm, and rested it on his shoulder. I wanted to at least make sure, he knew he wasn’t going to go through this on his own.

Seven minutes later, he had largely recovered.

I handed him a warm wash towel. He wiped his face, then passed it back.

“Thank you sir.” He said, rapidly recovering.

“I’m sorry.”

“You need to know, there will be other hurdles to clear on this journey.” I suggested, “you’re doing well.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Now, let’s cover off head, and being fucked.” I dived in. He swallowed.

“You’re a sub, so serving men will be something you do every day.”

“How many vans does Frank have now?”

“Nine Sir.”

“Well, let’s use that as an example.” I suggested, “you may end up servicing the whole crew.”

His eyes widened to dinner plates.

“Sir?” he questioned, “they will know I suck dick, get fucked, get fucked by men!”

“Listen, there is no shame in you sucking dick or being fucked. You’re a sub, that’s what subs do.”

“I know you don’t believe me yet, but you will eventually be proud of the ‘service’ you deliver to the men around you.”

“Sir, I’m worried I can’t do it?” he asked, full of concern.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re worried, or not worried.” I countered, “you will still be sucking their dicks, and getting arse fucked anyway.”

“What you feel or don’t feel, what you worry about, or let pass, doesn’t matter.” I took a pause.

“You’re a dumb fuck who will be pleasuring those around you. What you think about it, is not important.”

He didn’t move a muscle, I let him stew.

“Sir, at the moment I feel scared, I’m too dumb to know what to do. Can you tell me what’s next?”

“Well, take a breath. None of this will happen tomorrow. Just like the head you gave Chris, it will all come in time.”

He relaxed a little.

“Back to the main point though. You will not allow yourself to do anything unsafe, dangerous or stupid. That will be disrespectful to your owner.”

Now he really relaxed.

“Thank you sir.”

*

I handed Steve a sheet of paper I had prepared earlier.

“Watch these videos, and the web-sites listed. They’ll explain the basics, like dousing your arse, stretching your throat, and your back passage.”

“We’ll work through it together. For the time, just watch.” He nodded.

“Also, take your shorts back to the tailors and take the hem up one more fold.” I instructed.

“Yes sir,” he replied.

“Ok, let’s talk about your work.” I started, as I opened a new topic.

“when you’re working on your own, labor in the buff, try to even out that tan.” He nodded.

“If you’re doing something at work that can be done manually, do it manually, don’t use a machine.”

“Like digging a trench, sir?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s an excellent example,” I praised, “even if you have to work an extra hour unpaid each day.”

He nodded.

“The other thing is, if you can, look down the job lists. Look for the jobs where you’ll end up covered in muck, and dirt.”

“It’s good training that as a sub, you’ll be working hard, and doing the shitty jobs.”

“You understand?”

“Yes sir.” He committed.

“Good, send me pics when you have good examples.” I directed. Again, he nodded.

“Ok, that’s about it.” I wrapped up. “See you in two weeks.”

Steve didn’t break stance.

I realised he wanted to talk more.

“Um, Sir, is Chris coming back?”

“Mmm, unlikely, why?” I asked.

“Um, it’s just, um… I was hoping that you know, I could give him head.”

“I see,” I replied, non-committedly.

“To be honest, I don’t see Chris, or Sam getting head again, ever.” I explained.

“Boy, you saw what unfolded, they’re clearly subs. They won’t have their dicks sucked, nor will they have their cocks inside another human. Ever.”

The realization of his own situation, washed over him.

“Ever, sir?” he asked cautiously.

“No.” I replied, simply.

He took a series of deep breaths, integrating the information.

I watched on, not wanting to rush him.

Suddenly, he stood a little taller. I was impressed with his adjustment.

“Sir, I have been practicing for Chris.” He revealed.

“Ok, with what?” I asked, dead curious.

“I bought a carrot, and a zucchini, which I judged was about Chris’s size.”

“You’ve been using vegetables to practice giving head?”

He nodded.

“How was that?” I questioned, my curiosity still raging.

“Not very good sir, it doesn’t feel real.”

“Sir,” he pivoted, “May I give you head? May I service you?”

“I’ve been thinking about giving head for most of the last month,” He declared.

Now it was my turn to be taken aback. Not something I had contemplated.

But, why the fuck not!

“On your knees boy,” I instructed.

He grinned from ear to ear.

As he lowered himself, I positioned myself to stand in front.

Cautiously he reached up and carefully unbuttoned my jeans. He pressed my pants to the floor, taking my briefs with them. That was pretty forward, I thought, as I made the decision to step out of them.

When I was free, I stood still, letting him make the running.

He rested back on his haunches, savoring the scene before him.

He was drinking the view in like a man in a desert oasis. He was completely in his element, it was wonderful to watch.

“Sir,” he breathed in hushed tones, “Sir, you’re so much bigger than Chris. Thank you sir, thank you!”

He reached up and took my length, examining it from left and right.

I let him have his fill, he was discovering himself, what was the harm in letting him find his calling at his own pace.

He opened his mouth and rested his tongue over his lower teeth. He moved forward, letting my hardening meat rest an inch or two into his hole.

With grace, and what looked like ecstasy, he closed his lips around my meat. He pressed himself forward, taking another two inches in.

His mouth was like the warmest and most moist place, on the planet. I found myself in head-job heaven.

He went to work.

Oh my fucken god!

Despite my reservations about his vegetable escapades, he sent my cock to joy central.

He worked my length, inch by inch, accepting more and more.

In what seemed like no time, I found myself at his throat.

I didn’t press, he was far too green for that.

I simply hung on and enjoyed the exquisite ride his mouth was delivering.

When I felt my balls lifting, I was annoyed as any man could be. What the fuck! Already!

Resistance was completely futile. I was cumming any second, and there wasn’t a god dam thing I could do about it.

I took him by the ears, signaling my load had left the station.

He doubled down, prepping for his second ever cum drink.

I exploded, overwhelming any chance he had of not spilling my seed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Oh my fucken lord!

*

When I had finally settled and released his ears, he stared up at me with adoring eyes, his chin and lower lips coated in layers of my milk.

He grinned a goofy smile.

“Thank you sir, thank you!”

I just nodded, I couldn’t speak yet.

I shuffled back to the bench behind me, looking to regain my equilibrium.

Why was it so fucken hot in here?

Five minutes later I was almost back to normal.

“That was excellent boy,” I praised, he smiled wider.

I decided to change plans.

“Do you have any old work shorts that are way too tight?”

He nodded.

“Yes sir from when I first started,” he confirmed, “they are badly tattered, I’m not sure why I even keep them.”

“Be here at ten in the morning, wear them.”

He looked at me quizzically.

“We’re going shopping.” I revealed.

“Yes sir.” He replied.