Boots

Everything proceeded as it had done, but at its previously high standard. I kicked back and enjoyed the ride.

Three weeks after his hair clipping I was returning from a standard day at the site. As I pulled away from one of the traffic lights between home and work, the truck started to chug. All the gauges were normal but something underneath was anything but fine. At the next stop the previous gearbox whine became a death rattle. I limped home and managed to get the vehicle back to my driveway but I knew it was terminal.

I called Larry and arranged for him to collect me on his way past for the last few days of the working week. It would be a hassle, but at least I had a solution. I called a GMC wrecker and found a replacement box for the weekend. The truck was shot, but I didn’t want to spring for a new one when all I used it for, was to get to and from work.

When Saturday morning rolled around I was up bright and early. I wanted to get the old box out and the new one in, in a single day if I could. I grabbed the stuff I needed and headed into the sunshine. Once I had all the tools and the new box in place I rang fag’s door bell. Given it was going to be a two-man, job he’d be my apprentice for the day, he just didn’t know it.

Again, he answered the door in boxers, again I reflected on the fact he was hot. I pushed past and waited for him to catch up in the lounge. When he arrived I paused and looked him up and down. “Lose them” I instructed nodding towards his shorts. His hair had started regrowing.

“What the fuck is this?” I pressed as I pointed towards his pubes “I said nothing below the neck”. I adjusted my stance to be a little more menacing, “are you trying to be a smart arse?”

“Sorry Sir” he stammered, flustered. I reached forward and took his balls in a firm hold. I pulled down slightly to demonstrate who was in control. He panicked. 

“I don’t need you to call me Sir, I just need you to do as you’re fucken told”. I tightened my grip,“ do you fucken understand?”

“Yes, yes” he pleaded a full octave higher, “I just don’t know what I am to you” he added.

“I say again, you don’t have to understand. You just have to do exactly as you’re fucken told”. I added a final squeeze.

“Ok, ok, I get it, I get it ahhhhhh! Please” he squealed, half dancing, trying to relieve the pain in his nuts but not brave enough to touch me. “Please”. I released my grasp and took half a step back. He quickly grabbed his balls, as if trying to massage relief back into them. 

“Put these on and meet me by the truck, you’ve got work to do”. I passed him a pair of tatted grubby overalls my kid brother wore whenever he came over to help. They’d be tight on him and a fair bit of skin would be on show, but I didn’t give a shit.

Two minutes later as I sorted out which tools I needed, he joined me beside the truck. He was barefoot and I was right, the overalls were at least a size too small. His nuts were under some pressure as the material across his shoulders stretched and dragged everything upwards.

“You put your boxers back on?” I asked, testing.

“No”

“See” I said, “You can think when you want to. Ok, take this and this and scoot underneath from around the other side”. He took the tools and did as instructed. I joined him from my side and step by step we began to dismantle the drive chain overhead. Part by grease covered part we made our way to the ultimate goal of having the box ready to drop.

Around eleven we removed the final bolts and the faulty component gently lowered itself to the ground on top of the trolley jack. As we stood beside the truck any skin on show was more black than white. I’m not sure what fag did for a living, but it wasn’t a trade, his hands were too perfect.

“Grab yourself a snack” I said to him, “I’ll see you back here in half. Good job so far”, I added as I watched his hot arse walk back to his unit.       

He arrived back at the truck three minutes before I appeared. His hands were clean but his face was still grease smeared. He actually looked redneck hot, barefoot, in his ill-fitting gear and buzz cut trim. I don’t know what he had originally planned for the day but whatever it was it was shot to hell.

As we positioned and bolted in the new box, I had to get the wiring exactly right. I had him lay across the underside of the car and made use of his stomach as a head cushion. Thirty minutes later I declared the box in and as far as I could see, good to go. It was close to five in the afternoon.

“Get in” I directed while I returned to my unit to collect my wallet. The truck turned over without so much as a pause. As I placed my foot to the clutch I immediately detected the improved pressure. It was even and predictable, I engaged reverse and eased out of the drive. Up through the range to top I knew we good. At the end of the block I turned into the Mega Pet Mart.

I pulled up, got out and headed inside. As I started walking I detected fag was not with me, I turned, waved him in, and kept walking. He caught up as I made my way to the dog section, this place was huge. I scanned the isle and found a few items worth looking at; I picked them up and selected the length that I thought would work.

“On your knees” I directed. My ‘pet’ was clearly uncomfortable with the instruction but none the less complied. As he knelt his overalls further tightened against his crutch. I tried the first collar I had selected around his neck, it was too big, I went smaller. Now I had established the length, it was all about style. I gave the red and blue ones a go but ultimately decided on a basic black. As I worked on buckle selection a twenty-something shop twink assistant arrived to see if we needed a hand. I was just in the process of making my final choice and had stood back to admire my latest pick.

“No thanks” I assured “almost done”. Fag was fire engine red with embarrassment. Shop assistant decided he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Did you try the studded ones from up here” he said pointing to the top left of the display. I hadn’t, and shook my head. “These are great quality and just a few bucks more, feel how soft the edges are”. He was right, they were better. I unstrapped what I thought was my final choice and started with the new options I’d been shown.

“You getting hard boy?” I whispered in fag’s ear. He wasn’t but I wanted to prompt the thought. He shook his head no.

Over seven or eight minutes with the help of 'cute shop guy', I had it down to two. Both black but with different edging, one silver and one burgundy. I tried each two or three times and on every occasion the assistant helped with observations. He never once engaged the guy on his knees. In the end I took both leaving the silver one in place around fag’s neck and using its detached price tag to process the sale at the register.

When I settled back in the truck, I started it and turned to my passenger.

“You like that boy” I asked, clearly meaning the entire sales process.

“No”

I placed my hand against his abs pressing the fabric to his skin, I exposed the outline of his cock pointing up, not down.

“Why you hard then?” I asked.

“I dunno” he answered, putting his head down and turning as red as he was before. I just laughed and headed home.  

When we arrived, I stopped directly out front of his unit. “These are for you” I said, pointing to the one he was wearing and handing him the second collar. “Thanks for your help today. You did well and picking you’re not mechanical, that’s something”.

“Can I say something?” he asked.

“No” I replied indicating he should get out. He initially didn’t know how to respond, not expecting to be denied speech. Eventually he snapped to it and made a rushed exit.

“Don’t worry about washing them for tomorrow”, pointing to the boiler suit, “I’ll get them next week. Make sure you drop a cut of your apartment's key in my boot during the week, I’m sick of ringing your fucken bell”. He looked at me blankly trying to process the implications. In the end he just nodded and made his exit. It was a great day’s work.