Handy Handy Men

As we walked our way to the front of the factory, I gave him his instructions.

“Plan to be here Saturday," I started, "we'll get you locked, and get you your money." He nodded.

"For the rest of the week," I continued, "search on-line for two or three cars you want to go and look at." 

"We'll do that after you're locked and loaded."

He slowed his walk.

"You're coming car shopping with me?" he asked.

"I said I’d be helping with money," I suggested, "but, if you prefer not, no problem."

"No, no, I mean thank you, I've been worried I'm going to get ripped off."

"Ok, well add a car to the list you definitely don’t want," I suggested, "we'll look at that one first.”

We reached the roller door. I waited as it rattled up.

"Wear your good gear on Saturday." He nodded.

We were done.

*

We never run the business on the weekends. The crew stay back late during the week, every now and them. The guys work hard, they don’t need to labor six days a week.

Josh landed at the workplace at nine on Saturday, his 'good' gear turned out to be worn jeans, a faded tee and less than perfect runners. Ok, we'd need to deal with that.

As we arrived in my office, I paused to see if he complied with getting naked. 

Initially he fluffed around, before realising I was waiting. He stripped.

I took some time to study his beautiful, youthful form, now that he was not covered in work grime. I liked what I saw. He didn’t protest, or even seem uncomfortable. In terms of body hair, he had a light covering all over. A bit longer on his chest, with almost nothing on his limbs. He had a fair quantity of unkempt bush around his junk that would have to go.

I picked up a new hair clipper from the desktop.

“This is for you," I said, as I handed him the unit. "Set it to #1." which he did.

"Not now, but over the weekend, clip your chest from top to bottom, keep it that way," he nodded. “Do the same around your cock and balls," I directed, "you can shave them if you want, but if you're going to do that, only do the front," he looked at me quizzically. "Otherwise, the itch will drive you mad."

“Let's get you locked. Put one leg up here on the chair,” I pointed. He moved to comply. When he'd been in the office on Wednesday, I’d made the assessment my original lock was going to be too small. That night I’d purchased a wider range of sizes.

I left the one I thought the best match out, and left the rest in the top drawer.

“Hold your dick out of the way," I ordered, as I looked to take his entire sack in my hand. He was clearly nervous, but didn't utter a word. It was good to see. I gently slipped the puckered top of his bag through the stainless loop. I was impressed, my sizing estimations had been correct.

I clicked the lock shut. Actually, a satisfying moment.

I took some time to roll his nuts around in my palm, pleased there wasn't going to be any impact on blood flow. I examined, there was no way it was coming off.

"This fits fucken perfect," I said proudly. "Stand free and tell me what you think.” He took his time, adjusted here and there, raised his legs one after the other, then did a few squats. “It feels weird," he confessed, "not painful or anything, just strange."

"You'll get used to it quickly, in a while you won't even notice it."

"Will it do anything to me?" he asked cautiously. “You know, change me?”

"In time, it will stretch your sack down, make your balls a bit bigger." I advised, telling the truth.

He brightened.

"Jacking off will take longer, but you’ll still cum. 

"Your sex partners will probably find it strange," I shrugged, "but, it is what it is.”

He put his head down.

“I’ve only ever had sex twice."  he confessed, "I wasn't very good at it."

"Twice with the same girl?" he nodded. 

"Your balls will ache for a week or so,” I advised, shifting from the dead-end subject. “But, you’ll get used of the extra weight."

"It’s not important if Boys feel uncomfortable.” I continued, “the locks are metal, they don’t bend, on hot days they’ll drag your nuts down to your knees."

He nodded.

"But, it's not ok if your balls start to hurt," I cautioned. "Tell me straight away if you have pain.''

He looked up from studying his new addition.

“Yes Sir,” he nodded.

*

"Let's talk about cars." I shifted, as I moved to sit behind my desk.

He smiled broadly. 

As suggested, he'd found a few cars at dealerships around the area. He'd emailed them to me, and I had printed out the details. One by one he explained the good and bad of each. He was excited, which was fun.

He then talked about the Ford he didn’t like, and what were its problems.

"Why did I have to find one like this?" he asked

“This is where we start," I informed, "you don’t want it, so we can learn how to speak with the salesman without losing anything.” A light-bulb turned on; he'd clearly been trying to work that out.

"Ok, let's go," I said. He looked surprised.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, I thought you would want your head?" he replied, blushing. 

“Just so you know, that metal,” I nodded downwards, "means I’ll be taking head whenever I want.” I paused.

“Yes Sir,” he swallowed.

“Good,” I praised, “we’ll get on to that next week.”

“Yes Sir,” he repeated.

 As we cruised down Gratton Drive I noted he’d relaxed to the point of it being like a normal work day. As I pulled to the lights, I took a left into the HugeMart car-park. Now he was confused.

Halfway across the tarmac, he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“What are we doing here Sir?” he asked.

I stopped dead, turning to him.

“We’re not in the office. Get your labels right.”

“Um, sorry Boss.”

I didn’t want him fucking up while the crew might be around, best to keep it contained from the get go.

I kept walking.

When we arrived inside, I asked the greeter for menswear and was directed to the west side corner.

“Boss, I can’t afford clothes.” He pleaded. I kept walking.

At the department, he was clearly stressed.

“What waist are you?”

“32,” he finally surrendered.

I took my time and looked through the racks carefully. I selected the upper end of their mid-range quality curve.

I handed him two jean shorts, and three full jeans. When I pointed to the change rooms, he huffed, but went anyway. I found I was a size too large on the shorts. While he dressed in the longs, I returned to the racks and retrieved the correct measurements.

Eventually we found the perfect fits. Tight without being crazy, they showed his arse and legs off perfectly. We moved on to tees and polos. With sneakers and casual dress shoes covered. It was time to leave.

As we arrived beside the car, I held his gaze.

“Dress in the light jeans, the sneakers and the red polo,” I directed.

“Like now, like here in the car park?” he asked, as I offered no response, and kept the truck locked.

He dragged his worn tee over his head, and reached one of the shopping bags.

“Nah, lose the rest, then dress.”

He froze, as he attempted to mentally stabilise. He continued to strip. When he finally pulled off his sneakers, I took his worn gear and let him dress. I walked to the nearest trash can and dumped his old stuff. He couldn’t speak.

“Boss,” he pleaded, when we finally settled in the cab. “That was more than two hundred, I want to spend that money on a car.”

“I know,” I stated simply as I started the engine. “I paid for that.”

For the second time in the last fifteen minutes, he couldn’t utter a word.

“But, but, why?”

“I said I’d teach you about money, and other shit.” I replied flatly.

"Men dressed in rags get ripped off buying cars, stay ignored, and never land girls." I advised. "Also, when I need my 'Boy' on display, how you’re presented, reflects on me." He swallowed; it seemed a lot to take in.

I headed for the first sales yard.

*

The encounter with the salesman at the unwanted Ford was a disaster. I let Josh engage from start, to almost end. As the salesman came in for a knockout commitment. I stepped in.

“We’re going to think about it.” I said flatly.

The seller unleashed on me. I refused to add any energy, turning to walk to the car. Josh bounded after me, relieved to be escaping.

The salesman followed, persisting. I turned to face him squarely.

“I said, we’ll think about it.” I directed, this time adding real menace.

He backed off quickly, we were done.

When Josh and I debriefed we had a solid bank of material to work with. He did a good job with the second, better with the third, and great, with the car he really wanted. Without my prompting, he walked twice, the second time almost making it to the car. In the end he had managed to get the sticker down from $8k to just under $6k.

He’d collect the car next Thursday. As I put down the deposit, he was beaming with his efforts, and rightly so.

He’d done well.

*

Later in the afternoon, I dropped Josh back at his house. It was in the neighborhood next to mine, so it wasn't a big detour. 

"Thanks Boss," he acknowledged, as we made our way. "At the start I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing."

"You did well in the end though," I praised, "I think you've picked a good car, at a great price." He nodded, smiling as his excitement showed.

"No one has ever showed me stuff like that, or like the clothes this morning. Thanks for that too."

"Well, that was the agreement, so you still have some new experiences coming." I prompted.

"I know," he replied, without a trace of concern. It was good to see.

As he gave directions, I pulled to the front of his house.

He still lived with his folks, in what was a neat but tired home, typical of the street, and the wider area.

"See you Monday."

*

When the work week arrived, we were surprisingly busy. Last week's two or three days of new season warmth, had triggered customers to look at their yards, want repairs, or start renovations. The entire crew was fully engaged. Maybe I did need the extra hand after all?

With the rush, I didn’t have time to engage Josh directly, but 2IC Chris told me he knew he'd bought a car, and he was picking it up later this week. Clearly the crew shared, which I thought was a strength of the business. As the team returned their tools and cleaned up late Wednesday afternoon, I quietly locked eye contact with Josh, and nodded towards my office. I received the slightest nod back.

When he arrived and snibbed the door behind him, he immediately began to strip.

I let him, although there'd be no action today. When he stood before me, I could see he had had a hard day, it showed in his muscle movement. I decided to take a minute to establish his stance. When I arrived behind him, I squared his shoulders, placed his arms at his sides, and straightened his back. He adjusted, then held each of the corrections.

Moving to his front, I widened his stance, set his head, then rotated his hips forward, to better present his package.

He was looking good.

"This is 'Display'," I advised, "it's not 'Attention' or 'Relaxed'," I continued, as he nodded.

"This is how Boys stand when they present themselves to their owners." More nods. 

I reached out and took his metal looped orbs in my hand. 

"It gives the owner full access to your nuts. Understand?" I asked.

"Yes Sir,"

"Good, how are you dealing with all this?" I quizzed, retaining my loose grip.

"Tell it how it is." I encouraged.

"Sir, as you said, my balls have been aching," he started, "but not so bad, and not all the time." I stayed quiet.

"I'm getting used of the lock," he continued, in the absence of me talking. "I mean, I sit carefully because sometimes it jams sideways." I nodded. 

"Sir, do you want me to suck you now?" he asked, as I returned to sit behind the desk. 

"No, not today." I advised, as I pulled one of the drawers, "I am going to give you this though."

I handed him a soft latex dildo, with balls and a suction cup at its base.

He took it, examining it as he rotated it in his grip.

"Take this home, and make sure to keep it out of sight. If it's found it will lead to too many questions." He nodded, agreeing.

"Use it to practice on how to suck cock." I instructed. He suddenly looked relieved. "I want your word, that this doesn't go anywhere near your arse."

He let out a breath he hadn’t known he'd been holding. 

"Yes Sir," he declared, "I promise.”

"Good, now take this training very slow," I continued, "there's no rush, maybe a half inch more each day or so." 

He nodded, taking it all in.

"It will give you a sore throat, and make your jaw ache. Until you get used of it," I paused, "thing is, you'll practice at night, but it won't be until the next morning you're sore."

"I'm serious, take it easy."

"Yes Sir," he replied.

"Ok, we're done." I said, gesturing towards his pile of work gear.

Surprised, it took him a moment to respond.

"When do you get your car?" I asked, deliberately changing the subject as he redressed.

"Tomorrow, after work," he brightened. "Like you said, the dealer called to see if he could sell me extra insurance. I answered as we planned," he assured.

"Good boy." I praised, as I took in his now enhanced work pants bulge. The lock was holding his gear more forward of its natural rest. I smiled inwardly.

"You may want to think about what to say if the crew asks how you got the money." I suggested.

He paused, then nodded. I was glad I raised it.

*

I was away on Friday morning, when Josh rolled into work in his new car. From what I understood, everyone came around and took a look. It was good he was supported. When I caught up briefly with him on Monday of the next week, he was still wrapped with his purchase.

It looked different in the sunlight, as we stood beside it in the car-park.

He sounded a little 'husky'. I asked what had gone on. Even though I had a reasonable idea.

"Um, I think I practiced too much with the plastic cock," he replied, barely above a whisper. 

"I said there was no rush," I offered. 

"I know," he confessed, "didn’t seem that bad when I was doing it, bad now though." he grimaced.

"It never does." I confirmed. His eyes widened.

"Sir, do you suck cock?"

"Rarely," I answered truthfully, "and I never suck Boys."

"Yes Sir."

"How are your balls?" I asked, as I looked down at his crutch.

"Every day they're getting better." he replied, smiling. 

"Good," I said in acknowledgement, "Before you know it, you'll be asking for the upgrade." 

'Upgrade Sir?" 

"We'll get into that down the track." I deferred, "anything else?

"Three of the guys want to know where I got the loan for the car." I stayed quiet to see his response. "Told them I’d gotten it from a friend,"

"That should settle it," I nodded, "but one or two will keep coming back until they get an answer they can copy."

He bit into his lower lip. 

"You had better give it more thought," I suggested, "or, tell the truth." I threw in.

He didn’t know if I was serious or not. I left him get on with his day.

I spent most of the week out on the road, spending time with individual crew here and there, visiting customers, calling in on potential clients. Most nights I didn’t even return to the office. The guys knew what they were doing, I left them to it.

It wasn't until over the weekend I realised I was seriously horny. It was time to start leveraging my investment.

*

On Monday morning, when I looked across the job allocation board, I noted Josh was due to attend the Clair Street redevelopment. I swapped his name out for Smithton Hills Village. He could go to Clair tomorrow. The Village meant a light day, I wanted him relatively clean and fresh.

"I swapped out Josh," I informed Jarrod, when he arrived just before seven. He nodded, knowing it wasn’t a big deal. "Tell Josh to be at my place at three," I instructed, "he can finish that wall he started a few months ago."  More nods.

"Do you know if that Jamie guy you spoke to is still keen?" I continued, finally acknowledging we needed more help. Jarrod smiled.

"Yeah, he's mad hot for anything we can throw his way."

"You and Chris vouching for him?" I asked, pushing the choice back. 

"Yeah, he'll work out."

"Ok, bring him in on trial for a month." I permitted, "but he will need to square up his haircut. No more colors."

"Chris has already told him that," he replied, causing me to smile inside.

When Josh arrived at the house, I had been correct. He'd had a soft day; his uniform was almost as fresh as start of shift.

I didn’t have crew over to the house every week, but I didn’t do any maintenance myself. 

When I had let the boy in, I pointed to the entrance's hat stand, then made my way to the kitchen. 

"You can leave your socks and boots on," I called back, as an afterthought.

He appeared near naked in the kitchen ninety seconds later, familiar with the layout of the place. 

"Hey Boss," he started, "Jarrod says you want the rest of the wall done?"

"Nah, that was a lie," I corrected, "I want deeply satisfying head, then I want the pool cleaned, then more head."

He swallowed; it was finally happening.

"You been practicing?" I asked.

"Yes Sir," he replied proudly. "Everyday." That was curious.

"You want to suck dick?"

"Not really Sir, but you have done right by me, I’m going to do the best I can." He replied.

"Good boy," I praised, "I'll take a beer, get yourself a coke," I nodded towards the fridge.

Half a can later, I was refreshed at last.

"Ok, into Display." He moved to stand as directed.

I examined him carefully. He was doing a good job with his hair, and his junk was in great shape.

I ran my hands all over him, I wanted him used of being touched. 

"Ok, get me nude," I directed, as I sat back against the island and resumed my beer.

After a job assessment, he decided to start with my steel caps, then socks.

I watched on as he stacked them neatly to the side. Next came the polo, and finally my work jeans. When he was left with just my trunks, he decided he'd get to his knees. Carefully he lowered the fabric, making sure my cock was hooked, stretched down. Then it sprung free, I liked his attention to detail, as I stepped free.

*

He studied my cock for a second time. Then gently he reached up and angled it towards his waiting, mostly open mouth. To his credit, he took his time. I could feel his warm breath, across my cock head, long before he made contact. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’d been watching gay ‘seduction’ porn.

Finally, he licked his lips and placed them to my cock head, his suction a wealth of moisture. I was adding to it with a steady stream of pre-cum. He actually sucked it away from my slit. Inch by creeping inch, he slowly moved down my shaft. He was shockingly good.

When he had reached around halfway, he vacuumed on and began to pull out. He returned to the point and started to bob up and down my length. If this was all I was getting tonight, I was doing well.

He kept up the rhythm for three or four minutes before taking another inch, then another. Holy fuck he was doing an amazing job. I rested my hands lightly on his bobbing scull, as he worked my meat. Oh my god, my horniness had made me close. I was actually going to blow! I meant blow any second!

“I’m going to blow boy!” I declared breathlessly. He vacuumed on harder, and held his mouth deep. I had my answer. The thought immediately pushed me over the edge. I felt him doing his best to swallow what had to be a huge load.

I collapsed back to the island edge.

He stayed in place, cum around the edges of his mouth, a little dribbling down his chin. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t do anything, Jeepers!