Handy Handy Men

Chris & Jarrod Part II of II

My Ops team did show up for work Monday, but they didn’t sit much. I’m not sure anyone else noticed, but I knew what to look for.

After the morning crush had passed, we met in my office. I gestured for them to sit on the rarely used soft couch, they accepted, gratefully.

“Thanks for letting us square our fuck up,” started Chris, after I asked what they thought of the event.

“Well, you’re half way there.” I corrected gently, as they both nodded slowly.

“We get these off when we take the hits owing?” looking to his package, which now bulged more than it used to.

He already knew the answer.

“Well, you’re under Frat rules,” I responded, “so, you stay locked, until I say, do everything you’re told to.” I confirmed.

“Like the jacking off thing?” asked Chris, referring to me ordering them to wank.

“Well, that was me, starting you with empty balls,” I advised, as they nodded.

“but, then I saw how hard you guys were,” I paused, “both getting off on being commanded.” I added, insinuating it as fact, just to fuck with them a little

“Um,” started Jarrod, “I’m not sure...”

“So,” I interrupted, “you blowing, then being told to lick up cum, didn’t turn you on?”

“No,” Jarrod replied, too quickly.

I decided to take a risk.

“Stand,” I directed, voice full of instruction.

They swiftly rose to their feet.

“Drop your shorts.”

They did.

“How come your dicks are straining now then? just from us talking about it.”

They both blushed, but Jarrod was redder.

“And,” I looked directly at them both, “you wouldn’t be blushing so bad, if I wasn’t talking truth.”

They were speechless, it was good to see.

I reached forward and took their cages in hand. Their backs straightened a little, but it wasn’t too dramatic.

“You guys will be doing shit, over the next few weeks, you could never believe.” I paused, gently twisting their cages left and right.

“Think, your boss hanging on to your caged meat. We can be completely honest.”

“You get horny from having a real man tell you to do sex shit, big fucken deal!” I emphasized, “personally I don’t care what makes someone hard, just don’t lie to yourself.”

They were staring down at my grip on their junk.

“So, being told to do sex shit made you horny?” I asked, bluntly.

“Yes Sir,” answer Chris, happy with himself for answering.

“Um,” started Jarrod, more circumspect, “I guess so, I’m hard now. I mean I would be, if”

“Ok, lets start with something simple,” I said, looking to end this. “If the crew are away, you boys work like this.”

“Nude Sir?” asked Chris, seeking clarification. I nodded.

“Frat rules,” he grimaced.

They both returned to the Ops room, they stayed naked.

* * * * *

On Thursday of that week, the staff gym was finally finished, and open to be used.

It looked sensational; I was very happy with the finish. Most of the team had worked on parts of it, as time slots became available here and there. The only external we had to bring in was an electrician.

I was happy with the level of pride it was generating.

Early the next week, the big rumor that hushed around the warehouse, concerned Josh and Jamie. The two most jacked guys on team.

I heard the edge of Chris and Jarrod talking about it, and wanted in. I had been pleased with how quickly my Ops managers had returned to their normal personas, and routines. They were mentally separating work from being locked.

“Ok, what’s up with the gym?” I asked from my desk chair into their office.

Chris came and stood inside, Jarrod just poked his head through.

“Turns out the J-Bros aren’t hung like mules, after all.” Jarrod revealed, grinning widely.

I smiled back, aware of the lunch in their pants jokes.

“That so?” I asked.

“Nah,” chipped in Chris, “they’re carrying a shit load of metal around their nuts.”

“They’ve got nut bangles?” I asked, innocently.

“Yeah,” replied Chris, surprised I knew of such things, “I suppose that’s what they’re called.”

“And, how does anyone know this?” I asked, with loaded curiosity.

“They shower in the gym, they don’t give a fuck who sees!” Said Chris.

 “Ok, but the whole team hasn’t been in the showers,” I suggested.

“Who saw and can’t keep their mouths shut?” I grinned.

“Carl and Gav,” came the answer. I just nodded thinking I could have guessed those two.

* * * * *

Around the start of the second week, I realized being constantly horny, was etching into Jarrod, and Chris’s mentality. Their cocks were straining, when I regularly inspected their cages, and when they worked buff.

Still, neither made any sign they were thinking of taking another arse beating.  

* * * * *

As week three arrived, yet another weekend of cum build up, was starting to affect them.

Weekdays seemed better, they kept themselves busy. At times, they were fairly zooming around the office, it was fun to watch.

* * * * *

As they moved toward a month without release, things started to get desperate, for them

Having been through the exact situation myself, I knew it wasn’t going to get any better.

“Boss, can we talk tonight after the crew goes?” Asked Chris.

I shrugged, sure.

The wider crew had been gone for an hour. I could just see the very top of the gym space. Josh and Jamie were just starting their normal routine. I planned on fucking them tonight. It would be good to play with them fully pumped.

Jarrod and Chris had been nude for the past forty minutes, it seemed so normal to them now, it didn’t register.

Chris knocked on the frame, even though my office door was open. They came in and stood at what was for them as ‘non boys’, a very loose ‘Display’. They were firm in their cages.

“You wanted to talk?” I asked, “is it about the Baker account? I know he’s overdue.”

They looked at each other.

“Um, no,” replied Jarrod, “its about being as horny as fuck.”

I really liked how they had become so upfront with me. I didn’t think there was any topic off limits.

I reached down behind the desk, grabbed the paddle, and placed it center to the three of us.

They both swallowed.

“Um, Boss,” tested Chris, “we know frat rules, but, are there any options?”

“What about this?” I asked, pointing at the wood on the desk.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never felt pain like that,” confessed Jarrod.

“Me neither,” admitted Chris. “And, we know you told us that.” He added.

“I’m going to need a few more weeks to build up courage,” advised Jarrod. Chris agreeing by his side.

“But, we’re fucken desperate Boss. I, I mean we, feel like our balls are going to explode.”

“I can’t sleep Boss,” pleaded Chris, “in the day, I can hardly think.”

I nodded, remembering the exact sensation.

“Boss, is there anything?”

“I want you to keep in mind how bad the paddles were,” I started, “they’re never going to get less.”

They nodded.

“Let’s start buy getting some stuff straight, so we can look at options.”

Again, more nods.

“Who controls your balls, your cocks, your cum?”

“You do,” answered Jarrod, as if it was obvious.

“Ok. First, let me say you’re doing a good job of following orders,” I commended, “even if I’m only suggesting them to satisfy your ‘told what to do’ fetish.” I added.

“We could do this,” I began, getting them excited. “I like the ball bangles that the J-Bros use,” I continued.

They both knew I’d apparently spoken with Josh and Jamie, and had seen the bands first hand.

“We could swap out your cages for those, you could cum when you want.” Now they were excited.

They might actually get to cum!

“But,” I said pausing for effect, “I’d want your sworn word, you’ll never unload your own nuts,” another pause, as they looked on confused, “only each other, and no hands.”

Jarrod, the quicker of the pair was on to it.

“The only way we can cum is to blow each other?” I nodded my head.

“And, the metal stays as long as I say.”

“But never before we take our remaining hits?”

“Never,” I confirmed.

“You can think about it.” I suggested, “but, bands, or this paddle are your two options.”

“Boss, I’ve never been so fucken horny,” begged Chris, “I’m in, please!”

He looked at Jarrod.

“Please do it,” he asked.

“I was going to do it anyway, my balls are aching so bad, I’m worried I’m going to send myself infertile.”

“That can happen,” I added, having no idea if that was true.

“We’ve been honest with each other over the pass while,” I said.

“Yes Boss,” answered Chris, “we’ve talked about it, how we can say anything.”

“When we band your balls next week, you will be doing everything I tell you, sexually,” I laid out.

“But we definitely get to cum Boss?” asked Jarrod, not hearing me.

I nodded.

Boy four and five.