Handy Handy Men

Back on the road, Josh sat, still naked. We’d both recognized it wasn’t worth riling Hank by appearing to allow Units to have too much liberty.

“Permission to speak Sir,” he asked as we made our way onto the highway.

“You can drop the Sir stuff, we’re not at the office or in company.” I replied.

“What do you think he meant when he said ‘bought’ the guy?” he asked, a question laced with concern.

“I think it means what it sounded like.”

He simply nodded.

“Did you see how much metal that guy had in him?” He questioned, “that had to be more than a foot!” he added.

“Then he wanted to put the same thing in me!“ He was almost shaking, as I smiled inside.

“Thanks for not doing that Boss!”

I didn’t bother acknowledging.

“I don’t think we’ll be having too much to do with Hank, I’m not convinced he’s that stable.

More nods.

“Still, he did a good job of your ball band, that’s something.” I shifted.

Josh instantly looked down, then started thumbing his steel.

“Thanks for letting me change to this Boss, it looks heaps better.”

“Just because I own your balls, doesn’t mean we can’t work together.” I added.

“You work hard to get me off. You being able to change to that band, tells you I recognize that.” He nodded eagerly.  

“If you didn’t understand your place, or perhaps, didn’t do as you were told,” I paused.

“Then I’d be turning you into that metal clad robot, we just saw.” In my peripheral vision, I watched him swallow.

“And, I wouldn’t care what you did or didn’t want.  I’d be putting whatever size metal shaft in you, whenever I felt like it.” 

“Do you think I joke about stuff like that?” I asked, adopting a curious tone.

“No Boss! I think you always come down hard on non-performers,” he answered evenly. “Doesn’t matter if they’re in the normal business, or have a ball contract with you.”

He took a minute as I decided to stay quiet and see what else might come out.

“But boss, if you’d told me to put that shaft inside of me, you know I would have done my best.” He extended.

I nodded to acknowledge his words, staying mute.

“I’m getting to understand my place, I’m not completely there, but I’m definitely on the right track,” he added.

This was interesting. “Since you’ve been showing me stuff, my life just keeps getting better.” He smiled.

“So, what do you think your place is?” I asked.

“Um, to get you off as best I can.” He answered, “is that right?”

I stayed quiet for a time.

“Like you said, you’re on the right track. But, you’ve got a ways to go.” I replied, giving him pause for thought.

I think he believed he was closer than he was.

He’d been corrected.

“You’re handy capped from a smarts perspective,” I said, “but you’re making progress. And, living better while you’re on the way. I think that’s good.” I smiled.

He smiled back.

*

When we arrived back at my house, his car out front, I pulled into the drive.

He stepped out, and came around to my side, still naked, his clothes under his arm. It was good to see.

“Sir, I know you have had a big day, but can I blow you?”

Seemed like our car conversation had had an impact.

“Sure,” I replied, then stood still.

It took him an instant, but he laid his work gear on the concrete, and got to his knees.

He blew heaven along my knob, like it was the most important thing he had to do. I fucked his throat and exploded with what felt like a liter of cum. He swallowed every drop, and grinned at the end.

*

The next morning at work, I had a message from Jamie, asking if he could call me?

I wasn’t sure if this guy understood how phones worked?

I checked the rosters and found he was scheduled with Carl, at the Southbank site. I decided I could do with an afternoon drive, that distance would be perfect. I had to do Carl’s performance check anyway, so it would give Jamie an opportunity to speak to me.

When I arrived, I found the site foreman and was directed to the building we were painting. The moment I walked in I was hit by the heat, fuck! Clearly the air-cond or sun blinds hadn’t been installed. I checked the building plans stuck to the entrance wall, eventually locating the bedrooms which we had been contracted to finish.

I could hear the guys, and used their chatter to find them. as I appeared at the door, I was greeted with both of them painting in their underpants and boots. I didn’t question it for a second, in fact I started the conversation as if I hadn’t noticed.

They had the window open, but the little breeze wasn’t having much impact. From the look of it, this room was 90% covered. We chatted back and forth. Turns out they had the whole building to themselves. It must have been a rostered day off.

I sent Jamie off to start packing the truck. This was too fucken hot to work in, they were done for the day. I sat with Carl in his underwear, and basically asked him how things were.

I called it a Performance check, but it was more about having the guys know, I would be eyeballing them, twice a year. If they had problems or issues, they could talk directly to the boss himself.

Carl was a solid worker; he was never going to bottle up an issue. His check was over in five minutes.

I asked, he thought Jamie was a keeper.

Everyone on crew I’d spoken with had reported the same. Good job Jarrod and Chris!

With the last of the gear loaded, I told Carl, Jamie would ride with me back to the office.

*

“What’s up?” I asked, as soon as we hit the road. We didn’t know each other so well, but we were getting there.

He was sensational eye candy, he had the best, or equal best body on the crew. I was pleased he was turning out to be a strong worker, It meant he’d be sticking around.

“Boss, I’ve been working with Josh. He wouldn’t say, but I can’t think who else it could be.” He opened, which felt like the beginnings of him digging a hole. “Did you lend money to him for his car? With you know, ‘flexible’ repayments?” he emphasized flexible, with a touch of smut.

Everything that had come out of his mouth was way too casual.

I internally tensed, it was time to go nuclear.

I moved into an emergency stop bay, and pulled the handbrake.

“First,” I spat, already amped with venom. “How about asking a question I can actually fucken answer!” I began aggressively, sending him into surprise, rapidly on his way to shock.

“You’re taking a fuck load of liberties, thinking I’d breach trust at all, let alone with someone I met a month ago.”

“Who the fuck are you to question my integrity, my fucken word, you fucken nut job!” I was utterly riled.

“Now you have two fucken choices.” I proposed, slightly backing off. “One, you have a proper conversation, with due respect, or two, you get the fuck out of this truck, and I never see you again!”

He took an age to regroup, which was understandable. I was happy to let him take his time. This was a life lesson for a twenty-year-old.

“Um Boss, I’m sorry, I didn’t….” he wavered.

“I gave you two choices,” I interrupted, “trying to repair your cluster fuck, wasn’t one of them.”

His back straightened as he took a breath. It looked like he was planning on staying in the truck.

“Boss, I’ve put myself in a bad money situation.” I nodded, encouraging him a little. “I’m making some assumptions, but you own a business. I’m wondering if you can loan me some money, or show me how to get a loan?” He stopped.

My turn.

“Buying an asset, or repaying a debt?” I asked, in a completely conversational tone.

“A bit of both.” He confirmed, “I’ve been to three banks. I don’t have enough work history,”

“How much money do you owe?” I asked.

“Two thousand.”

“The rest is asset?”

“Yes Sir, if I can get a cheap car, I can work back some times,” he assured.

“I’m not sure there’s any such thing as a cheap car, but I understand.”

“So, a loan?”

“Yes Sir,”

I encouraged him to continue.

“When I was talking to Josh, he made me realise, I could maybe trade sex for a loan.”

“Did Josh confirm that, or is that also an assumption?”

He froze, he’d trapped himself.

“Um, Sir. I’m worried I’m going to break trust,” he said, his nerves returning badly.

“Good,” I praised, at least now you’re thinking. He relaxed a little.

“You ever had sex before?” I asked, shifting focus.

He went to automatically respond, but caught himself.

He shook his head, no.

“Speaking with integrity isn’t so hard, when you start that way.” I prompted.

“No Sir.”

“Are you gay?”

“No Sir, I don’t think so.” He answered, “I’ve never thought about guys.”

“When you jack-off, do you imagine men or women?”

“Women.”

“Always?”

“Yes Sir,” he paused.  “What does that mean?” he asked semi confused.

“It means you’re straight.” I advised as a fact.

“Yet, you think you can have sex with men for a loan?”

“Sir, if Josh can…” Again, he stopped himself mid-sentence.

“Permission to speak openly?”

I granted, to his relief.

“Sir, if Josh can do it, I can,” he assured, “we’re not so different. Same body, nationality, age....” he paused. This was getting to be a habit.

“Sir, I have lied about how old I am,” he blurted. My heart skipped a beat. An underage worker? “I’m only nineteen. I told Jarrod I was twenty. I was worried he might not give me the job.” His mouth was motoring now.

“Ok, that’s no big deal. Just tell Jarrod the truth, and stop fucken lying!”

“I will, I’m sorry Sir.”

“Get on with it.”

“Um, if Josh can do it, I can definitely do it.”

“What do you think ‘do it’ means?” I asked, curious.

“Um,” he put his head down, as I stayed mute. “Have sex with men.”

“Guys have told me before, I’m good looking.”

*

We had finally reached the point we could have been at twenty minutes ago.

“Are you happy for me to talk now?” I asked.

“Yes, please!” He said, with unintentional comic relief.

“Yes, I do lend money to dumb fucks like you, but rarely, and with rules.”

I had his full attention.

“Open the glove compartment,” I directed, pointing.

As it happened, Josh’s old ball lock was there from our trip to Hank’s. “Open that brown bag.”

Which he did, then examined the metal with a gaping mouth.

“That gets locked around your nuts, for the time you owe me money. It takes getting used to, and it never comes off.”

He swallowed.

“I don’t charge interest, what you borrow, is what you pay back.” He nodded.

“Just know, I will be fucking you, whenever I feel like it.” I added.

He kept his head down, but didn’t move.

“Usually once or twice a week, ” I finished.

“You never discuss it with anyone.”

“I..” he began, before I immediately pulled him up.

“Now you, have the facts, come back to me on Friday, with questions, or a decision. Agreed?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

*

As we pulled into work at the end of our eventful journey. I went to leave the cab.

Jamie placed his hand on my arm.

“Sir, I’m sorry for even thinking you’d breach trust. I, I’m so dumb some times.”

“I appreciate you saying that.” I acknowledged, “but while we’re being honest, you have some serious ground to claw back. You need to keep working hard, be truthful, stick to your word.”

He was blushing.

“Sorry again.”

I just nodded, and stepped from the car.

Half way across the yard, we met Josh, finishing for the day.

“Men,” he greeted.

“Josh,” Jamie and I said in unison.

“I’ll see you later this week Jamie,” I said as I excused him, and then watched him walk to the workshop.

“He seems stressed.”

I didn’t respond.

“How is your new ring going?” I asked as I looked down to his junk, bunched in his tight shorts.

His new metal was producing a bulge, marginally larger than his lock had.

It was noticeable for me at least.

“It’s much more comfortable than the padlock,” he advised. “Not that I am complaining Boss.” He added quickly. “It seems a bit heavier, I’m not sure.”

“Still happy to be owned then?”

“Yes Sir, no question of that.” He replied quickly, “also, still using the butt plug every day.”

“I’ve moved to the next size.”

“Good.” I praised, “Plan to be at my place on Saturday evening.” He nodded, “come round after four, so you can clean the pool first.”

“Yes Sir.”