Handy Handy Men

I had been planning to retire. At forty, I’d made enough money from several lucky real estate deals, to give me that choice. My period of non-work, lasted around seven months. Turns out golf, country drives and home renovations don’t sustain my attention for long. I started looking around for a small business.

Three months into my search, I found a handyman operation seeking sale, Glen, the guy who established it, wanted to sit back and do nothing, as he entered his seventieth year. Thankfully he wasn’t delusional, he recognized that, it wasn’t worth so much. He was more concerned for his staff of eleven, all young guys between eighteen and twenty-nine.

Most of them had joined out of school, or for almost all of them, crashed out of school was more accurate. In our economically challenged region, they were lucky to have jobs, and thankfully, they knew it. The business paid a little above minimum, but the value for the crew was the fact the employment was on-going long-term, not casual.

*

Two months after I’d taken over, the team had started to settle. They’d been terrified I was going to make big changes. I would make alterations, but as a hobby business, I was in no rush, and conscious of the need to keep dollars coming in.

In the first month I upgraded the job list computers and ‘next-task’ hand held units. It instantly streamlined a range of problems the team had faced for years. Trust in my approach began to lift. Four weeks later I sent Jarrod, the twenty-five-year-old Team Lead to a local Work-gear retailer. I asked him to make a choice from three uniforms I had short-listed. In truth, there wasn’t much of a choice. Black with fluro orange piping, black with bright green piping, or navy with grey piping. The fact he had the opportunity to make the final selection, made all the difference. He went with the orange, then provided everyone’s names. The embroidery would take a week.

All of the guys had bodies free from fat. Their youth, and the physical nature of the jobs, meant little chance of storing any extra kilos. When the uniforms arrived, I was pleased I’d chosen the form fitting cut. The crew was going to be a joy to watch under load. The fabric emphasized their assets beautifully. I had expected some commentary around the fit, but it was stretch material, and the team was happy to be provided free work gear for the first time.

"I know your kit will get stained, marked and generally worn out. That's expected," I assured at our weekly catch up. "The important thing is we don’t wear them when they are f%#ked. We present ourselves as professional." I gained nods all round, they were starting to have pride in the business. It was an important culture I was intent on driving.  

*

A year in, I had expanded the Team to ten. Our workload had actually increased enough to need two extra hands, but I wanted the guys sweating and working hard.

I'd let Jarrod and his second in charge, Chris handle the candidate interviews. I made the final call, but I wasn't going to be working with the new chum every day. They had to live with their nomination, it made them very careful.   

As the crew became more and more comfortable with me, I made the choice to go out on the job with each. I'd spend a day a month here and there, seeing how they operated, and generally getting to know them. There was no doubt, some of the guys were seriously deficient in the brain department, but all were good workers with strong mechanical abilities.

It was on one of these outings, I heard Josh complaining about not being able to secure a bank loan. I wasn't actually part of the conversation, but from what I could tell, he as a twenty-year-old, couldn't get a bank to take him seriously. When I returned to the office, I looked up his file and found he'd been on board since he was sixteen. Even with four years of solid employment history, he couldn't get a leg up. A weird idea germinated; I could loan him the money. 

I let the thought percolate in my mind's background, as day-to-day operations ebbed and flowed. Occasionally it bubbled to the surface, I'd focus on it, then let it adrift.

One of the HR changes I introduced right from the start, was to meet with each of the crew one on one, every six months. The confidential hour-long meetings were an opportunity for me to find out what was happening with them, with the wider team, and across the customer base. Initially the habit created suspicion, but after the first few, it became ordinary.  It was in one of these meetings with Josh, I decided to test the 'staff loan' concept.

"Come in Josh, good to see you." I welcomed, then snibbed the door, as he made himself at home, seated in front of my desk.

"It's warming up as we get close to summer," I suggested casually, as I took in his short shorts and browning legs.

"You're right there Boss," he agreed, "me and Jamie were sweating up a storm yesterday pulling out a Jacaranda tree."

"Is that the old Oliver Estate?" he nodded.

The conversation traveled back and forth covering the topics I reviewed with each of the guys. As we neared the end of our hour, I delved in to his personal space, discussing anything that occurred to him to raise. Sure enough, finance popped up. 

It turned out he was looking to buy his first car. He’d been doing so for more than seven months. 

As I stood to wrap up the meeting, I planted the seed.

"Look I won’t do this in working hours," I set the scene, "but if you wanted to come back when you're done for the day, we could talk about some finance options."

He froze, checking to see if I was serious. He worked out I was.

"Boss, that would be good." he replied, keenly.

"Ok, see you here at four thirty." I locked in, knowing the rest of the crew would be finished and gone by four fifteen.

I wanted him isolated.

*

As Josh sat at the end of his day, he was grubby from being on the tools.

I asked him to explain what had been going on with his finances, and the frustrations he felt.

Once I had the lay of the land, I returned to the start.

"Ok, everything we talk about today stays in this office. I won’t be discussing it with anyone who works here." I paused, "I’d be disappointed if you do, even if you say you're not interested."

"Boss, I wouldn't do that," he assured.

"Well, from past experience, I expect this is going to shock you, so I just want to be up front, OK?"

He nodded, a slight crease of confusion across his profile.

"Right, this is how a bank works." I stood at the room's whiteboard, and detailed a simple loan with interest model. He was shocked at how much interest he was going to be up for, with his eight-thousand-dollar loan. I was surprised after looking for seven months, he didn’t know the basics.

"If I loan you the money, I won’t be charging you interest.” I paused, having his complete attention. “What you borrow is what you pay back.”

I placed a padlock on the desk. 

“Ok,” he replied, studying it.

“If you take the money, this,” I picked up the metal, “gets locked around your balls. It stays there until you’ve repaid the loan. Even if you find another job.”

He openly swallowed.

“The second thing is I will be needing a head job from you once, sometimes twice a week.”

He immediately stood and backed towards the door. I stayed seated behind the desk, nonplussed.

He was in shock.

“Head!” he attempted to confirm what he’d heard.

I just nodded, not adding anything.

“But, but, I’m not gay,” he stumbled, “I’m not, I mean I’ve never,”

I lightly shrugged, still not talking, but not breaking eye contact.

When he worked out, I wasn’t going to chase him around the room, he eased back into the chair. Pressing into its backrest.

“I’m not,” he started to repeat.

“I didn’t say you were gay,” I added simply, “I actually couldn’t give a shit one way or another.”

“I want regular head, you’ve got a mouth, a throat.”

He opened his mouth to respond, his jaw worked, but nothing came out. It was so cute to watch.

“So, I can say no then?” he asked.

“Of course, heaps of guys do. Others think about it and say yes later. And, others say yes straight away.”

“And it wont matter me being on crew?” he questioned.

“Listen, nothing will be changing about your job, regardless of you saying yes or no.” I paused. “That’s why we’re meeting out of hours.”

“If you say no, which is fine. I’d still say ‘morning Josh’, when you arrive. Same as I always do.”

He was starting to get his breathing back under control.

“I know it will probably be a bit weird for a time, but after a while, it will go back to normal.”

He half nodded.

“I thought the lock was full on,” he declared, “turns out I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about.”

I smiled broadly. That was actually funny. He smiled back.

“So, you mean it? It will all just go back to normal?” he asked in earnest.

I shrugged again.

“I saw a young bloke having money problems, I offered an alternative to this,” I waved at the bank details on the whiteboard. “I’ve been honest and up front. If you say no, there’s no harm for either of us.”

“Unless,” I stopped, “unless you think I’ve done you wrong?” I added urgently, driving home a new angle.

He was surprised.

“Nah, nah, I don’t think that!” he corrected, “I was just shocked, I mean, I’ve never heard of this sort of thing before.”

I held a neutral gaze.

“Have you done this before. I mean, many times?”

“Over the years,” I made a show of counting in my head, “maybe ten or twelve.”

He blinked.

“And, how many said yes?”

“Oh sorry, that’s how many said yes,” I answered, lying through my teeth, “and before you ask, that would be out of probably fifty or sixty offers. “So, the no’s don’t surprise me.”

It was time for me to stay quiet.

He stared at the padlock sitting in the centre of the desk.

“Can I think about it?”

“If you want, just remember what happens in this office, stays in this office.” He nodded.

*

The next morning, true to my word, I greeted and had coffee with everyone as normal. We went on to assign jobs and work partners for the day. I never kept the pairs constant. Josh received zero special treatment.

The rest of the week was a repeat pattern, I doubted that any of the crew detected any change.

The only alteration I did make, was to privately suggest to Jarrod to switch Chris to the Oliver Estate, so I could do his one-on-one meeting in the second half of the week.

In the background I knew this would push Garry and Josh to work more distantly into the catchment.

I checked; Josh missed the early bus every day. He had to settle for the 6.34pm Holin Ave route. Instead of being home at five, I estimated he’ landed at seven to seven thirty. That had to be growing old.

A full week and a day after I’d made my ‘ball’ loan offer, I was crunching numbers in my office. Jarrod, the Ops Manger made to leave, after we’d wrapped up planning for tomorrows accounts. He nearly collided with Josh as he approached the door. Laughter ensued as they side stepped into each other’s pathways. I smiled at the calamity.

I looked to Josh as he made his way in. He’d been doing some seriously filthy work, only his face and hands had seen relief from a wash basin.

“What the fuck have you been doing?” I asked.

“We pulled down an old chimney,” he replied, looking down at himself.

“I believe you,” I said, meaning it, and as usual proud of how hard working the crew were.

“You’re a hard worker Josh, its good to have you on the team.” I praised. He smiled.

“Can we talk?” he asked, as I shrugged.

I noted he had pushed the door closed.

“I have to tell you though, I don’t know anything about chimneys, or removing them.”

He checked to see if I was serious, I didn’t give him an ounce.

“No, not about work.” He paused, “about your loan offer.”

“Ok,” I responded, “but to be square, none of the conditions are negotiable.”

“Figured that,” he swallowed, as I stayed silent. “Guess I’m saying I’m in, I want to do it.”

I paused, enough to let him think, he might have missed his chance.

“Ok,” I acknowledged, “but once that lock is around your nuts, its stays, and you’ll be giving head until you’ve paid your loan.”

He swallowed again. He looked down, then back up to hold eye contact.

“I know,” he said, with more resolve than I had expected.

“I put out my hand, locking him in with a firm eye to eye shake.”

“What shifted?” I asked.

“You made an offer, I freaked. Then, as you said, everything stayed the same, and I still need a car.”

“I can do this.” He assured.

“Ok, lets see if you can.” I said as I slowly raised myself to stand.

“Lose your gear.”

He froze.

“Here?” he questioned, urgently.

I didn’t respond. I simply made my way around the desk.

I sat back, bum against the edge and crossed my arms.

He slowly came to life, first pulling his soot covered polo over his head, then one after the other, kicking his steel caps off.

He paused, hand either side of his belt buckle, then made a decision. Fifteen seconds later, he stood in just his socks.

I was impressed, I hadn’t been sure he had the courage.

His body was seriously Grade A.

Not an ounce of fat, his six pack, muscled arms shoulders and quads were stunning. Holy fuck! I was starting to generate wood.

“Ok, if you’re in this office, this is how you are.” I advised, gesturing down his frame.

“I’ll show you how to stand, down the track.” He nodded, starting to understand what he’d let himself in for.

“In this space, you’re ‘Boy’, ‘I’m Sir’. Understand?” I waited.

“Yes Sir,” he finally responded, after working out what next.

I slowly reached forward, so not to shock him. I took his cock in hand.

I watched him tense, from head to toe.

He had a nice cock. Four inches, medium thickness from base to tip. His nicely oversized balls rested a little way down. A pleasant sag. I felt his warmth seeping into my palm.

“What’s going on for you?” I asked.

“Um, first time I’ve ever been touched!” he answered, his voice quivering slightly, “I’m a bit freaked.”

“Good, keep it honest.” I praised, as I felt his cock starting to respond. I pumped it back and forth a fraction, continuing to hold its full length.

I gently shifted my grip to have his nuts resting in my palm.

“When these are locked, who owns them?” I asked bluntly.

He paused, thinking.

“You do?” he answered, as a part question.

“You do…” I reposed.

“You do, Sir,” he corrected.

“Good, you’re doing well.” I praised. His chest swelled slightly.

“There’ll be no sucking today,” I said clearly, “but you may as well get me out so you know what you’re dealing with.”

I released him.

He bent down.

“Nah, knees first.” He lowered himself, then visually asked for permission to proceed. I nodded.

He carefully began to unbuckle my jeans, then lowered my fly. It was like an unboxing!

Assessing the situation, he took each side of my hips and lowered my pants, enough to loosen their grip. His mechanical prowess in action.

He slowly lowered my briefs, to the point my semi firm cock sprung free.

He gave a small gasp, as he took in my seven inches.

He simply stared, transfixed.

I let him be, I was in no rush.

“You can hold,” I suggested, “but you’ll make it rock hard.” I warned.

He gingerly reached up and took and unwieldy grip. Not bad, for a first timer.

He continued to stare. I left him to absorb.

“What do you think?” I finally asked.

“I’ve never touched someone else’s dick,” he answered quietly, not letting go. “It’s big, I think it’s probably beautiful.” He added, surprising me. He lent forward and pressed his lips to my cock head, he had definitely taken some pre-lube in. He pulled back, to rest high on his haunches.

“You don’t have to suck tonight,” I added quickly, not wanting to spook him.

“I know,” he said quietly, “but I’m going to do this, I just wanted to make a start.”

“Will you be teaching me?” he asked, finally looking up to make eye contact.

“I’ll be teaching you everything about being a Boy.” I answered, reassuringly, “not just how to suck cock.”

“Everything?”

“How to suck, how to deal with having your balls owned, to manage your money, to do better at work.”

His eyes widened.

“Not just dick?” he verbalized.

“It’s a contract, not just sucking.”

He smiled. Lent forward and kissed my dick again before releasing me.

He went to raise himself. I put a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. As he looked up, I raised an eyebrow.

"Um, can I stand, Sir?" I nodded, he stood.