A carpenter's commission releases the bully & beta-pig

Chapter 1

Paul pulls the car into the parking space outside of Jon’s Joinery. It is only 10am but already hot and he feels sticky as soon as he steps from the comfort of the aircon into the morning sun. Jon’s Joinery is a typical small business unit on slightly rundown industrial park on the outskirts of town. Paul can see the roller door to the unit is closed. But adjacent to it there is a side door with a carefully crafted wooden sign saying ‘Welcome’.

Paul gathers his small collection of papers and laptop from the back seat and heads for the door. He’d emailed the rough plans over yesterday but Jon had called and said it was worth a chat to discuss them in more detail before he could quote. It was a fiddly job to get right; a bespoke folding work table that canter-levered so he could paint with it flat or vertical. So, Paul was happy to meet whoever was to do the job just to suss them out better.

Paul presses the small bell to the side of the door. Through the frosted glass he can make out the shadowy form of a figure approaching. The door opens to reveal what Paul assumes, and now having seen him hopes, is Jon. The figure before him is a man in his late thirties, roughly 6’, slightly rough at the edges with a mop of dark hair and trimmed beard. This is clearly a man used to some physical work rather than hours in some swanky gym. At 38 Paul could easily pass for 35 or even 30 on a good day. He is in good shape himself, hours of long walks following his separation from his partner of 10 years has toned him up. He is slightly more athletic than the man before him but also has a good head of hair and neatly trimmed beard.

To his own annoyance Paul stammers slightly “Hi, hi, eh, I’m Paul I’m looking for Jon”. The man’s face brakes into a half grin and he tips his head slightly as if appraising Paul. “You found him” comes back the slightly gravely reply. He extends his hand looking Paul in the eye. His is a firm masculine handshake and Paul makes sure to return it in equal measure to make up for his stupid stammering introduction. “Come inside out of the sun, can’t say it much cooler though, sorry for the dust I was just sweeping up the workshop”.

Paul follows Jon in, still checking him out, the way his firm arse fills his jeans. Jeans that cover muscular legs and end in big, slightly dusty black work boots. He can see a line of sweat down the back of Jon’s shirt from his exertions with a broom. “Hope you don’t mind dropping in it’s easier to look at the drawings together and just make some decisions quickly. Can I get you a drink, guess it’s too early for a beer?”. “Yeah, I’m good with some water” Paul relies. “No problem, the plans are on the work bench just over the back” Jon points to the back of the workshop. “I’ll be with you in a sec”.

Still a little unsettled by his instant lust for Jon Paul makes his way through a maze of lathes, bench-saws and post-drills to the bench and puts down his laptop. “Chill out will you” he mutters to himself “he’s straight, they are all straight”. He bends over and looks at his own drawings now spread on the bench. He can see notes have been made here and there in a surprisingly neat hand. Clearly had a decent education he thinks as he starts to lose himself in creating an entire fictional backstory for Jon.

“Hear you go”. Jon’s voice startles him he’d been lost in thought and Jon is suddenly stood closely behind him. He reaches round to put the water on the bench behind Paul. Paul can actually smell the sweat. His dick twitches.

Turning to face Jon, Paul is conscious how intently he is looking at him, the slight delay before he speaks. The self-assured manner isn’t arrogant but it leaves Paul slightly unnerved. “So, tell me a bit more about what you are using the table for, I’m think the top may need to be a heaver weight of wood so it’s doesn’t sag, it’s quite long, but it depends what you’re getting up to on it I guess.” That half smile again, the intense look and what is he suggesting with ‘get up to on it’. Paul decides it is wishful thinking on his part but it does suddenly feel even hotter in the workshop.

A trickle of seat runs down Paul’s neck and Jon’s eyes track it into his chest. “If you recommend that it’s thicker wood that’s cool, that’s why I wanted your advice.” “Yeah, I think thicker is better myself”. Jon replies as he pulls a sample of wood off a stack and handes it to Paul. It’s a rod about 8” long 1.5” diameter. “Just as an idea, how’s that for girth?”. It’s Paul’s turn to smirk like a school boy. He runs the shaft between thumb and forefinger effectively wanking the rod. Looking back at Jon, “I’d go with that — for girth, not sure about the length though.” A little more sweat runs down Paul’s neck as Jon smirks a little more. ‘Fuck he’s hot,’ Paul thinks and I’m sure now he’s playing with me – is he, or isn’t he? Does he just think I am a fag and is toying with me? Jon makes a note on the plans whilst Paul contemplates his arse, noting the sweat is now soaking from Jon’s shirt into the top of his jeans. ‘He’s hot, he’s sooooo fucking hot physically and metaphorically’ Paul thinks.

Trying to get a grip Paul moves on. “I’m more concerned about the finish because it could get a bit messy and I need it not to stain”. He looks back at Jon to see his eyebrow rise just a little and a definite smirk. Jon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pouch of tobacco and some papers. Eyeing Paul he starts to roll a smoke contemplating his move in what was now clearly a game for him. “You like getting messy?”. He pattered his pockets looking for a lighter. Paul has been flipping his Zippo in his pocket, it comforts him especially when he is stressed. It also helps to hide his growing hard on. As much to buy himself a second to calculate his move, as to help Jon he pulls out the lighter and offers it to Jon. Jon takes it and is lighting his smoke when Paul relies. “Yeah, I like getting really messy.” ‘Your move mate’ he thinks, looking Jon in the eye.

Jon’s turn to buy time; having sussed that Paul obviously smokes “you having a smoke?”. “Nah wasn’t going to, – unless you wanted me to keep you company?” he replies quickly. He is happy to watch Jon smoke, it just adds to his masculinity. Although cigarettes have never been Paul’s thing. He is startled when Jon shoots back, “yeah, I want you to.” And then, as if to soften the very direct tone “to keep me company”. He unapologetically blows smoke in Paul’s direction. Paul is surprised at the sudden assertiveness, yet obediently reaches into his cargo pants pocket and pulls out a neat half-bent pipe.

The fact that Paul smokes a pipe seems to surprise people perhaps because he looks younger than his years. And Jon is no exception giving Paul a quizzical look as he presses the tobacco tighter into his pipe. Jon offers him back his lighter, “nice pipe, love the smooth finish and the wood grain”. “Thanks” Paul replies as he makes the flame dance across the bowl and fills the air between them with blue pipe smoke. “I’ve never tried it, although I’ve sucked on a few other pipes. Maybe I should try smoking one.”

Game’s back on Paul thinks, does he mean pipe as in blowjob, ‘fair une pipe’, as the French call it? Or is he a stoner smoking little glass pipes? Is he playing with him still or were they now actively flirting? Both men are now facing each other, almost like opponents in a dual, sizing each other up. And now they were definitely parleying.

Jon breaks the brief silence, “so, where were we? Oh yes you were getting messy.” Eye brow raised he looks at Paul. “I wasn’t actually getting messy”. Paul replies a little defensively. “Oh no, you were saying that you like to get really messy. Am I right?” Paul takes a pull on his pipe and quietly replies “that’s right”.

Paul squirms. He feels like he is in dangerous territory, the messy he was referring to certainly isn’t about paint. He’s never admitted his dirty secret to anyone. His new found lust for raunch is something that he’s only explored solo in the privacy of his own bathroom. ‘Either back out now or dive in’, he thinks. Slightly intimidated, but now seriously aroused, Paul almost whispers, “I like to get very dirty; some might say filthy”. Your shot mate…

Through the haze of pipe smoke Paul sees Jon’s face break into a broader grin as he turns back to the plans on the bench. Pressing his hands down on the worktop he seems to tense up like he is trying to make a decision. The atmosphere is now palpably tense in the humid smoky space. And then, to Paul’s amazement, Jon lets rip a long intense fart. Paul’s heart almost stops. It is so unabashed, so deliberate. Jon looks over his shoulder at Paul, eye brows raised looking for a reaction he says, “that’s better, been building for a while and smoking always loosens my bowels.”

Paul is stunned, thinking this guy isn’t even embarrassed for openly farting in front of someone he’s just met, a potential new client. Jon, takes another drag on his cigarette before throwing it into a fire bucket, continues “it’s a fruity one too”. And now Paul too is aware of the pungent smell of Jon’s flatulence. His cock is now at full mast, beginning to leak into his briefs. His breathing is suddenly shallow and fast, heartbeat up. He manages to stammer out an agreement, “yeah, very”. Looking Jon straight in the eye he’s aware that Jon is now stood directly in front of him, right in his personal space. He’s looking straight into Paul’s blue eyes. A serious, almost predatory expression crosses the handsome face. “Ripe, a real ripe one” he says so close Paul can feel his breath on his face. “Do you Like it ripe Paul?”

Paul shivers, more with excitement than fear, you could virtually smell the testosterone in the air between them. He has never been a Submissive, more a 50/50 sort of man. But here, now, he feels slightly subjugated. Unable to meet Jon’s gaze, he looks down at Jon’s boots, “yes” he hears himself whisper as he tokes on his pipe.

Paul hears Jon snigger as he feels Jon’s hand gently but firmly lifting his head from under his chin. With his other hand Jon gently takes the pipe and lighter from Paul and drops them on the bench. Now they are only inches apart. Jon presses forward staring into Paul’s eyes. He leans in, and without hesitation Paul responds to the proffered kiss. Their lips lock, their tongues jostle with each other.

They make out roughly and passionately. Both pressing firmly into each other, Jon can feel Paul’s hard cock and Paul his through the fabric of his Jeans. They are frantically humping each other. Each vying for dominance. Paul gently bites Jon’s bottom lip. Pulling back slightly he pulls open the top button of his shirt. Jon pulls back further and roughly finished the job for him, grinning at him. He reaches behind Paul grabs the back of his t-shirt and roughly pulls it over his head, throwing it aside. Now rubbing his hand over Paul’s naked back he pulls the younger man in. A hand firmly on the back of his head guides his head to his chest. Paul needs no instructions as he starts to kiss, lick and suck in the sweat on Jon’s chest. His head guided first to Jon’s nipples, he bites down on them gently. Then he moves on to Jon’s arm pits. He hears Jon sigh as he sniffs it loudly. “Lick” Jon pants, “lick  

They continue to make out pushing each other back and forth each jockeying for control, but Jon has the upper hand. He reaches down and pulls Paul’s belt lose. Frantically tearing his shorts open and letting them fall to the floor. Clumsily stepping out of them Paul fumbles with Jon’s jeans and releases the button and zip. Jon slides his own jeans down around his knees. They seize each other again, making out. Jon pulls away from Paul looking at him intently when suddenly he gobs directly into his face hitting him on the cheek. Paul, lost in lust, opens his mouth for Jon who, taking a handful of Paul’s hair, pulls his head back hard so he can spit directly into the waiting hole. Paul groans and lunges back at Jon who holds him off long enough to deliver another gob of saliva into to Paul’s mouth. Paul swallows.

Taking the initiative Jon moves down Paul’s body, sliding to his knees. Now faced with Paul’s throbbing leaking phallus. Momentarily he pauses to note with amusement that erect Paul’s cock is probably no more than 5”, he grasps the uncut cock and slides it into his mouth. Swirling his tongue over the shiny wet head, slowly savouring the precum.

Paul groans as Jon starts to suck and bob on the engorged cock. He can hear Paul panting above him as he guides the beautiful ‘petit’ tool deeper into his throat. Paul’s moans become more articulated, “Ahhh, yes, yes suck it, please eh eh eh”. Grasping Jon’s head, he begins to thrust into Jon’s warm moist throat, until he fears that he’s going to shoot his load. Jon feels Paul pull his head back off of his throbbing cock before he cums. Jon stands licking up the treasure trail of Paul’s body as he does. They lip lock again and Paul can taste his own precum on Jon’s lips.   

Taking hold of Paul’s hair Jon now guides him firmly down his body towards his rampant 8” cock. Paul is forced to bend and then kneel. Now he can see Jon’s impressive member pressed between his furry belly and tight white briefs. It’s leaking precum. Jon guides his head roughly down, “lick, go on taste my juices.” And Paul willingly engulfs the purple/red head in front of him pulling back the foreskin all the way as he does so. He can smell it and taste it as he works over the cock pulling the front of Jon’s briefs down under his balls.

Jon is almost humming above him, “ummmmm, yes, take it, worship my cock. I didn’t wash it this morning clean it up for me. Go on Paul show me how much you love my cock, my dirty cock.” And grasping Paul’s head firmly he humps it in to Paul’s throat making him gag and choke. Pulling back only briefly, to give him some air, before plunging it in a little deeper and panting, “take it, fucking take it deep fucker and massage my balls, yes like that, now suck them, clean them up too fucker go on…”. And when he’s happy Paul has cleaned his sweaty nuts, he plugs his cock back hard into Paul’s mouth. Paul’s face is now a mess of drool and spittle, snot coming from his nose. He is lost in lust and the increasing assertiveness of the man above him. He allows Jon to use his throat as a cunt.

After a while Jon pulls out of Paul’s mouth, quietly asserting himself by still holding him by the hair. He tips Paul’s head back and looks down into the messy face and smiles. Paul sees an evil glint in his eye. Jon hawks and gobs adding to the mess on Paul’s face. Paul gasps but his cock pumps a little more precum and instinctively he opens his mouth for more, unconsciously submitting to Jon further. “You want more fucker?” he demands. Paul nods. But that’s not enough for Jon, “ask me nicely, ask me to gob into your dirty little hole because you are a dirt boi aren’t you Paul?”

Paul is slowly edging and whilst his brain is still keen to retain some dominance here his cock rules his head, “yes, yes I’m a dirty boi, please gob in my mouth”. “You want me to use you as my spittoon, is that right?” Jon sneers holding Paul’s gaze, enjoying Paul’s growing submission. “yes” Paul mumbles. “Yes what, I can’t hear you, speak up fucker.” Jon’s cock is leaking even more at Paul’s growing submission, to the pleading in his eyes, the turmoil. “Yes please” comes a louder reply. Jon pushes it further, “try yes please Sir.” He’s bent down close to Paul now still with a firm grip on his hair. Jon’s face breaks into a broad grin as Paul gives up the fight, “YES PLEASE USE MY MOUTH AS YOUR SPITTOON SIR”.

Taking his time to savoir the moment, Jon hawks the gob from the back of his throat slowly and then spits it hard into Paul’s mouth. “More?” Paul almost imperceptibly nods. Jon raises his eyebrows and Paul knows what he wants, “please Sir” Jon is only too happy to oblige only this time he hawks up his gob and dribbles it into the waiting hole. When there is a pool of viscous spit in his mouth Paul hears the instruction, “swallow dirty boi”. As Paul swallows the nasty mucus with a hint of tobacco Jon rubs his throbbing cock over Paul’s face smearing the mess in with his leaking juices like he’s marking his territory. 

In chapter 2 things start to get dirty!