Handy Handy Men

After Josh left, I focused on dealing with the bank appointment I had scheduled for tomorrow. Half an hour later, as I took in the empty warehouse below, I wrapped up a call with the accountant. The knock at the door came as I hung up.

“Come in.” I called as Jarrod and Chris arrived.

“Hey, is there a problem with a crew?” I asked, this double entrance was odd, to say the least.

“Boss, we just wanted to say sorry about this morning.” Started Jarrod.

“Ok,” I replied.

“Seemed so obvious when you said it the way you did.”

“Well, you’re both capable of being more than you are,” I paused, “I’m just frustrated that you don’t seem to realize that.”

I think they were both too surprised to say anything.

“I’m not sure how I’m fucking up,” I declared, “but, I’m going to give it some thought.”

“Boss, it’s definitely not you.” Assured Chris.

“Boss, what are you seeing?” asked Jarrod, increasingly concerned, “just tell us flat,”

I took a long breath to increase the tension. I blew it out through puffed cheeks.

I see six or seven crews working their guts out, they come back in here at the end of the day covered in shit, and they still come back.

“We’re not dealing with rocket scientists here, they’re mostly dumb fucks, who do what their told.”

The guys were nodding.

“But they need nurturing.” I paused, “Are you asking what they think, how we as a business could maybe do better?”

“These guys are amazing with their hands, are you taking advantage of that, or just telling them the way you’d do it?”

Now they were blushing.

“You pair manage these men. Not me.”

They nodded.

“Where are the team rewards? We pay min wages for fuck sake.”

“How many times in the last year have you been in this office pushing me to fund a beer and pizza night?’

They stayed quiet.

“No, I mean it.” I pressed, “how many?”

“None,” Chris replied.

“You asked me to be straight, so, this is how I see it.”

“I do know, we can’t continue to drive this crew the way we’ve been pushing.”

“You’re not suggesting we do less work, or, just pay them more, are you?” Jarrod asked.

“Money is lower down on the list of what makes a job satisfying.” I furnished.

“You’re suggesting we could do some stuff differently.”

“That’s better thinking.” I praised

“I will say this,” I drew breath, “I know both of you can be better, more compassionate managers than you’re demonstrating.”

I paused.

“I’m asking you to be the managers I already know you can be.”

I let the room fall silent.

“Um, thanks for being honest Boss. I’m embarrassed.” Said Jarrod, “Can we come back and talk after we’ve had time to think?”

“Have another go at saying the same thing.” I directed with force.

He put his head down and shook it.

“Um, thanks for being honest Boss. We will come back to you.”

I nodded, a much better effort.

“Good!” I praised. “Now that sounded like managers who look after an eight-million-dollar handyman business.”

They left.

*

As the next weekend approached, I found myself increasingly horny. I decided against unloading, just to hype my sensitivity.

Now I had Josh fully trained, I intended to nail him. 

When he arrived late on Saturday morning, he wore an incredibly tight pair of cutoff jeans. They were frayed at the hems. They looked cute, if somewhat teenager-ish. When he let himself in, he was shirtless.

I wondered if his family had seen him dressed this way as he left, or if he had changed in the car? 

Normally I'd expect him to appear in the kitchen naked, I guessed today, he'd wanted to show off his skin tight attire. I appreciated the effort. 

"I picked these up at a goodwill shop," he declared proudly, twisting this way, and that.

"I'm impressed," I confirmed. "I can actually see your rings outlined. Almost all three of them," I quipped. 

He looked down, then up, grinning. 

He stripped them off and tossed them to the side. He was going commando. Another nice touch.

"You want head Boss?" he asked, getting to his knees, and reaching for my fly.

"In a while," I replied, "just had a snack, I'm going to let that settle."

He nodded, and stayed on his knees.

We moved to the pool deck, two beers in hand. We chatted like mates back and forth, work, home, his new potential girlfriend. 

As we relaxed in the warmth, I had him crawl up between my wide spread legs. I told him to get to work, then let him do whatever he felt. He began with light head, moved on to ball sucking, as he made his way down my body. He took his time in tongue bathing one foot, then the other.

He had become so skilled; it was a pleasure to be serviced by him. As we progressed, he folded my legs up around my head. To his muscles, my legs were just sticks. he proceeded to suck on my ring for all he was worth, holy fuck it was excellent! When he had slow boiled me to a point I couldn't stand it, I stood and pushed him down across the corner of the sun lounge.

I walked across to the lightly used outdoor kitchen cupboards. I took out a tube of lube, and slicked my rock-hard meat. I returned to my waiting sex toy; his skin gleaming in the bright sunshine. I had him drape one leg down the side of the lounge, presenting his hairless rose perfectly. 

I pressed my cock head to his bud, savored it for a few seconds, then began a slow but constant paced entry. His ring expanded to grip my girth, with magnificent pressure. I slowed my insert, wanting the sensation to last as long as possible. Three quarters of the way in, I paused. I felt his hole quiver, as it adjusted to me being inside him. 

When I detected his muscles had settled, I lent forward along his back. I placed my mouth to his ear.

"Your owner is fucking you boy!" I said, almost breathlessly. "I'm taking the hole I’ve trained, and I’m using it to milk the cum from my balls."

"Yes Sir, yes Sir!" he replied keenly, shuffling back. "Fuck your hole Sir!"

I pressed all the way in. He moaned gutturally. I held myself deep.

I'd concentrate on opening up his internal ring later, for now I just wanted to fuck him. I pulled mostly out, before beginning to work his arse like the owner I was. We fucked for a good half an hour, before I filled him with the first load of the day.

*

I was proud that he kept his hands away from his own meat, despite me driving his prostate crazy.

I looked down to see his cock head was slick with pre-cum.

As my meat pulsed my seed into him, the wave of release I experienced was amazing.

I collapsed to his side, absorbing the afterglow.

*

Before we made our way inside for a late lunch, we had a quick rinse at the poolside shower.

We relaxed around the kitchen bench, eating the sandwiches we jointly made.

“How you coping with all this?” I gestured to him sitting nude, and towards the sun lounge, where I had filled him.

“About being fucked by a guy? Or like owned?”

“About whatever?” I responded, not wanting to limit the conversation.

He took a while, which I appreciated.

“Well, six months ago, if you told me I was going to be sucking cock, and getting fucked. I would have said you were crazy.” He started as I stayed silent.

“Then I ended up selling my balls to get a car. I didn’t know that could happen!”

“I can still hardly believe any of it.” He continued, shaking his head lightly.

“But, it’s all different than what I would have thought back then.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m good at sucking dick, and getting better at being fucked.”

“It’s not such a big deal after all, it’s just the price. And, I am getting more than just the money.”

“Like?”

“Training how to talk, understand money.” He paused, “how to be respectful, maybe even a girl friend?”

“So, even though I know I’m going to be fucked for years, it’s all working out ok.” He nodded to himself.

“Still working on purpose though,” he added, with a slight hopeful look.

My turn to nod.

“Keep working,” I suggested.

 *

After we had stacked the dishwasher, we retired upstairs.

In my full sized ensuite, we showered properly. We lathered each other, before I reclined to watch him give his balls a quick shave. He was getting good at it.

I did bend him over and fuck him, but it was only a few pumps. More to reinforce, I could if I wanted.

We dried and made our way to the bed.

As I sat on the edge, I took his ringed nuts in hand, and examined the metal. His balls were definitely extending, but there were no physical signs of stress.

“Do these ‘jingle’ when you walk?” I asked, holding the rings in a loose grip.

“Yeah, all the time, same for Jamie.” He paused, “not a big deal, when it’s just us, but when we’re with others I carry change in my pocket to hide the noise.

“That’s because you’re wearing them wrong.”

He looked at me totally confused.

“Boss, they don’t come off?”

“I know that!” I scolded.

“They have a slight magnetic charge.”

“Yeah, I’ve felt that, like if I have a screwdriver in my pocket.”

“Ok, but you need the poles facing the right way.”

Again, the confused look.

I rotated the top ring. As soon as it aligned to the bottom one, the rings snapped together with a loose attraction.

He was amazed.

“They shouldn’t jingle now,” I suggested.

He remained amazed.

We crawled into bed and slept.

" 

When I woke, I found myself reinvigorated to fuck. As Josh lightly snored beside me, I lent across, grabbed the lube, and prepared. He was sleeping mostly on his front, but his arse was kicked up nicely, for free and easy entry. I wasn’t necessarily avoiding waking him, but as I re-positioned myself, he didn’t stir.

As I worked my steel into his cavity he did begin to move, but I was, mostly in and out a few times before he actually woke. I didn’t break stride as he swam back to consciousness.

His warm internals were the perfect afternoon fuck snack.

When he did wake, he laid to his front and began to endure me rapidly moving to pound his hole. I worked his ring back and forth, delivering max stimulation to my meat.

Wanting a reset, I pulled out and had him roll to his back. As I re-entered, he adjusted to elevate his arse slightly, he was learning, but the natural rhythms and optimal positions for guy-to-guy sex were just out of his grasp.

I suddenly felt my balls start to lift; I filled his arse with a second load.

As I recovered, I realized I was again coated in sweat. I contemplated another shower, but decided we’d just go down and lounge in the shallow end of the pool. Twenty minutes later we were kicked back, sucking on beer.

As I enjoyed the lap of the cool water, I was thinking it had been a long time since I’d had a poolside gathering. I decided that when I had Jamie up to speed, we’d do exactly that. I started to think about which of the guys I would invite. Jarrod?

The rest of the weekend I fucked my hole, after dinner, when I woke randomly at three on Sunday morning, and as we prepared to leave bed the next morning.

The last fuck, I simply went to town. I wasn’t going to be back today, so it didn’t matter if he got a little tore up. He didn’t get too damaged, but I had a fucken blast.

By then my balls were dry, but it was the thought that counted.

*

When the next week kicked off, the team was its usual Monday morning flat out. It always seemed like chaos, as the various crews made their ways to their jobs. On other days of the week, many of the teams would go directly to site. Mondays, everyone started from home base.

With the warehouse quiet. I suddenly found Jarrod and Chris at my door.

“Boss, we have an operational plan to show you.” They started.

I nodded, motioned them in and checked the phones were diverting.

They ran through their plan, top to bottom. I didn’t give anything away, but they could do much better.

When they concluded, they looked to me hopefully.

“Ok, how do you want the feedback?” I asked, giving them a hint, so they weren’t completely off guard.

“Direct.” Answered Jarrod.

I nodded.

“Frankly, you pair can do much better.” I began. “For version two, you need to set yourself up for success.”

“Pushing this together over your private time weekend, is not the best example of thinking this out.

“So, you guys run a crew of mainly dumb fucks.” I paused, making to think. “You want me to be fully honest? Or softly, softly?”

“Full, please Boss.” Answered Jarrod, looking to Chris who shrugged.

“I think both of you come from a dumb fuck base.” I let that sting a little, then continued, “but you’re making good. How well you’re managing this business shows that.”

“Boss,” Chris interjected, “Just so you know, I think I may still be dumb.” He added, grimacing.

“Sometimes, when I fuck up bad,” he continued, “I feel like coming in here and asking you to use that on me.” He nodded upwards, towards my old frat paddle, I had hanging out of the way on the wall. All three of us looked up.

‘Attitude Adjuster’ stenciled across its flat face.

“Back to the point,” I smiled, holding eye contact with him. “Let’s say you are still dumb. Just knowing that one thing about yourself, puts you well ahead,” I advised.

He nodded.

“So, about the crew. I want you, and them, all here in five years’ time, longer even.”

“How are you going to make sure that happens?” I asked. “What’s in it for the crew, short, medium, and long term?”

“Have another go at your plan.” I stood, meeting over.

As I moved around the desk to go and grab coffee, I found Chris was hanging back a little after Jarrod had returned to the main office.

He looked up towards the paddle again, as I followed his gaze.

“If you do think having your arse tanned red will keep you focused,” I paused, “we can do that.” I added, in a serious tone. “You know as well as anyone, what happens in this office, stays in this office.”

I kept quiet.

“Thanks boss,” he replied, and nodding to himself, “I’ll keep that in mind,” he finished, meaning it.  

*

When I rolled in on Wednesday morning, I found a slightly stressed Alec and a very stressed Carl running the Operations Office. Clearly it had fallen to them to coordinate the teams today.

“Where are MB1 and MB2?” I asked, meaning Jarrod and Chris.

“Mini Bosses One and Two are having an ‘Off-site’ today.” Answered Alec.

“Whatever the fuck that is!” Spat Carl, completely stressed over his new role for the day.

“Good,” I replied simply. “I’m in here if something catches fire.”

They both simply looked at me, then returned to the madly ringing phones.

Later that afternoon, I saw a meeting pop up in my calendar for four to five on Friday.

I shifted it to six to eight, the same night.

If the guys had something to show me, they could show me over a meal.

On the way home I called Jamie and made sure he remembered he’d be at my house most of the weekend.

He did.

*

My managers went one better over my meal suggestion. They secured the private dining room at the back of the pub.

When they arrived, they had showered and changed from their work gear. We ordered drinks, starter snacks, and meals for later delivery.

Ten minutes in, I knew they were on the right track. I was very proud of them.

“So, we can set that back corner up,” Jarrod continued. “We don’t use it now, and it has its own door. So, if the guys want to come in early, or stay late. They don’t have to have the roller doors up.”

A gym, I liked it.

“That’s a go.” I said simply.

“Um, Boss, don’t you want to know the costs?”

“You will have it under control, just shown me the plans before you build.”

They both nodded, then moved on.

In the end, their short-term plans were good. A gym, three social nights out a year, and a pair of $200 boots for winner of best kept uniform.

Medium term, was equally as well thought out. An extra three days leave per year after the first twelve months, as long as leave balances were below a limit.

Their long term holds, hit it out of the park.

“We employ a qualified builder and a full plumber. We offer four apprentices, two per each tradesman.” Explained Jarrod. “Staff have to stay for two years, after they qualify.” He finished.

It was a great concept, I was impressed.

“The apprentices pay half their own school fees, upfront, for each subject they have to complete” I added.

“The remaining staff, generate a $1000 bonus per half year.” Chris continued with idea two, “But. they only get it paid a year from earning it. If they leave, they lose it.

“So, they’ll always have a $2000 bonus in waiting?”

“Yes!” they both agreed, happy I had made the link. “So, if any leave, they’ll be walking away from two big ones.”

They closed, then became overwhelmingly nervous.

I stretched my response.

“You guys are now behaving like I knew you could.” I praised, meaning it. “Even if you occasionally identify as dumb fucks, I’m proud to have you running the business.”

They beamed.