Handy Handy Men

“Dan,” I greeted, as I accepted his mid-morning call on Monday.

“Hey,” he answered, “just locking in Thursday evening for dinner. Bring the tall guy, the one you’re fucking.”

“See you then.” I hung up, wondering what he had planned.

I returned to the dilemma I’d been thinking about before he interrupted.

I needed to get Jamie’s balls ringed, the locks were functional, but not long term.

Also, Josh was still pestering me for a second band.

Between the two of them, it meant I would be back in Hank’s company at least three more times. That had no appeal!

“Jarrod!” I called from my office.

“Boss?” he replied, poking his head through the door.

“What pairs are local late this afternoon?” he disappeared, then returned with a clipboard.

“We’ve got Tom and Alex over at Tinbury’s, they’re there until Wednesday. Josh and Jamie at Grey’s today and Fenton’s tomorrow.”

“They’ll do,” I declared, “tell the J bros I’ll see them tonight after work. And, roster them to be here at three thirty tomorrow.”

“You want them to do your place?” he asked.

“Yeah, the lawn and the pool.” I said flatly.

He nodded, and would make it happen.

* * *

As boss Chris finished for the evening, I heard him greet Josh and Jamie at the base of the stairs. I hadn’t even heard them pull into the warehouse.

After the chat finished, I heard them clomping up.

“Boss, Boss,” they acknowledged as I waved them in. Josh shut the door, and they both stood loosely, expecting me to say something.

I stayed quiet, contemplating.

They looked at each other, then back to me.

“So, this is not something I would normally do,” I started, “But, I don’t usually have two fuck boys in proximity at the same time.”

Now they really looked at each other.

“You need to be in Display,” I said, simply. They both sprung to life, unsure of who I was speaking to.

Within twenty seconds, each stood in the stance.

I walked around the desk and as I stood, I took Josh’s balls in a right-hand grip, and Jamie’s in my left.

“You can see I own all the balls in this room.”

“Yes Sir,” replied Josh, with Jamie a second behind.

“Sir, we’ve never discussed, our arrangements.”

“Or even if we had arrangements,” added Jamie.

“I know, and I don’t expect you’ll discuss your contracts, even after today.” They both nodded, and relaxed a little.

It’s proving too complex to separately manage fuck boys.” I continued, “so, I’ll do you as a team.”

“Now, just so we’re clear, I own your balls, but I don’t care who you might have sex with.”

“If you guys happen to fuck with each other, then that’s ok too.” I permitted, “I’m not sure as straight guys you’d be into it?”

All of that is not important. What is critical, is that none of that other sex, impacts on servicing me.”

They agreed.

“You’re both starting to understand your purpose,” I paused, “your purpose as dumb fucks. But, you’ve both got some way to go.”

They nodded,

“Neither of you can articulate it yet, you need to keep working on finding it, living it.”

More nods, less sure this time.

“Anyway, purpose is fine and dandy, but regardless, I’ll be using your holes for years.”

I released their nuts and went back to my chair. They stayed as they were.

“Tomorrow afternoon be at my place.”

“ We’re going to see Hank.” Josh suddenly smiled. He knew he would be getting his second band.

“I don’t have any time for Hank, so I want to get everything I need done at once.”

“Josh, you’re with me Thursday evening, and at my place Saturday over Sunday.”

“You’re with me all the following weekend.” I said to Jamie, finalising schedules and gaining nods.

* * *

“Ok, long term.” I opened a new topic.

“By this time next year, you need to match, muscle wise.”

They both looked at me with slight confusion.

“Your body development needs to match.” I said, not making much more sense.

“Josh, you’re maxed. Jamie you have gains to make.”

“Sir, I can still gain…” Josh stopped mid-sentence, seeing my look.

“What the fuck did I just say?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry.”

“That’s simple disrespect Josh!” I snapped.

A deep breath later, and I was over it.

“Work as a pair, do as he says,” I directed Jamie.

“Don’t ‘pop’ him, no drugs.” I instructed Josh, “I said take a year, I meant it.”

“Yes Sir, sorry about speaking out of line,” he replied, abashed.

“Look, I know I’m pushing your dumb fuck brains.”

“But, that’s how you grow.”

“Boss, please keep it up,” begged Jamie, chipping in, “sometimes we just don’t see what’s going on.”

“Well, knowing you’re a dumb fuck, understanding it, and then owning it.”

“Is a step to finding purpose.”

They both nodded.

“Could be we’re not smart enough to work it out.” Suggested Josh.

“Possible,” I conceded, “but as a team, you can keep reinforcing it.”

They looked confused.

“Keep reminding each other you’re thick as wood,” I paused, “but also acknowledge, that’s Ok.”

“Be honest, with yourselves.”

They nodded, with relieved smiles.

These guys loved being owned! It was amazing to me!

I doubted I could ever identify with their appreciation. 

* * *

The next night we sat in the truck, making our way to Hank’s. I was already bothered I had to deal with the man, let alone deal with bullshit traffic. At a set of lights, I called Josh to the driver’s seat, while I moved to sit in the back with Jamie.

When I slipped in, I looked Jamie up and down.

“Why the fuck do you still have clothes on?” I asked.

“Sorry Boss,” he stammered, “I didn’t think.”

He motored to get his gear off.

“That’s fucken obvious,” I pressed, smiling. He relaxed a little.

‘Boss,” he recovered, “can I give you head for the rest of the journey.”

“See, sometimes you can think.” I praised, as I saw Josh nodding his head in admiration.

Jamie was suddenly pleased with himself.

“Good idea, but no, I need to be on my game dealing with Hank.”

We crawled along: Josh nervous about driving his boss’s truck.

When we arrived, the place was as shut down as previously.

On the journey over, I had handed Jamie his lock keys. His balls hadn’t been free of metal for weeks.

When we walked into the workshop, my naked boys stood either side of me. We found ourselves confronted by one of Hank’s grubby Units. I thought Jamie might have a fit.

“Sir,” the guy began, “please go to office to see boss. I take boys.” I just shrugged.

He turned and faced the workshop, them reached back and took my guys by their dicks.

Shocked speechless, they complied, at pace.

Well, at least the afternoon had some comedy.

I walked to the office and found Hank getting head from Unit two.

He’d literally just blown. His four-inch monster still wet.

The boy’s profile was covered in ropes of seed.

“Oh man, oh man,” he uttered, breathlessly. “Fuck, I needed that. You want some?”

“No thanks, was offered the same in the truck on the way over.” I replied, not lying.

“Get us beers!” he barked to the boy, who scampered off, not wiping his face. I realised he wouldn’t be doing that any time soon.   

Beers in hand, we sat.

“Your boys out in the shop?” he asked, as he took a swig. I nodded.

“The offer is still open if you want to sell.” He repeated.

“Nah, don’t want to be training new ones, these ones have taken months already.”

“Just saying, that’s all.”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

“Two rings on one, and a second on the one you had here last time?”

“Yeah, that’s the job.”

“Jeez, you’re light on metal.”

I shrugged.

“Is what it is,” I smiled, really wanting to get the fuck out of here.

He nodded, then finished his beer.

* * *

Down at the machine, Jamie was already strapped into the metal seat. He was clearly nervous.

Two rings sat loosely around his sack, waiting to be deformed.

Josh stood to the left, his sack adorned with one loose band, and one which had been squashed at our last visit.

Having their balls already painfully squeezed through the rings in prep, had been a good plan. It gave them time to recover. I wondered if that had been the Unit’s idea? I doubted it, I didn’t think they were allowed to think.

Hank took control.

When the machine was turned on, Jamie was spooked by the noise, and the menace of the stamp arm.

Despite his fear, the tradesman was skilled and swift. It was quick and painless.

As Jamie stood, examining his new permanent additions, Josh was locked and loaded. Before he knew it, he was an extra ring heavier.

In total, we were at the engineering works for forty-seven minutes.

For me, even that was too long. 

On the journey home, I found a pub for dinner. We landed in the beer garden. Ordering food and drinks from the QR Code, stuck to the corner of the table.

A warm evening, Josh and Jamie sat shirtless in just their shorts and boots. As we arrived and found a table, I noticed how their packages had become more prominent. The bands were definitely pushing their junk forward. I liked the look, especially in their worn and crutch crumpled shorts.

“That’s it as far as bands go,” I confirmed. “I’m not discussing it again.”

“Yes Sir,” they chorused.

“I’ll consider hair lasering, but you’ve both got fuck all to start with, so it’s a waste of money.”

They both nodded, munching down huge meals.

“If we do put you up on Gurder, we’ll see what sort of response we get. “

“What’s Gurder?” Asked Jamie.

“Like Tinder for gays.” Answered Josh.

“You mean like sell our throats and arses?” Asked Josh, as an unloaded follow-on question.

“Yeah,” I responded, “it’s not relevant, but what would you think about that?” I asked.

They looked at each other.

“If that’s what you decide,” replied Josh, shrugging towards Jamie, “that’s what we’d do.”

Jamie nodded in clear agreement.

I still hadn’t landed on selling access to their holes, but I was interested in how they took on the concept.

“When are you going to start fucking me Boss?” asked Jamie.

“Weekend after next.” I replied.

“I like how you just tell us what we’re doing Boss.” Jamie said, “I must, my dick is hard.” He laughed.

“Mine too,” smiled Josh.

“Mine too,” I confirmed, causing them to spit out their beers.

* * *

On Thursday evening, when Josh and I arrived at the restaurant, the head waiter was confused.

There was no booking under Dan's name, or mine.

I even attempted to use company names, no luck.

As we stood waiting. One of the junior staff asked his boss, if he was looking for the party in one of the private rooms? The head initially dismissed this, then physically checked. There he found Dan, wondering why we were late.

I had instructed Josh to wear jeans, a collared tee and his dressier shoes. He looked good.

Dan wasn’t alone, he had a woman with him, about Josh's age.

"Donna, this is Simon, and I believe, Josh." We nodded, confirming he was correct.

As I introduced Dan, and we settled, drinks in hand, he jumped in.

"Let me introduce you pair properly," he began, specifically to Josh and Donna.

This was already interesting.

"It's just more efficient for you guys to know all the stuff up front. Then if you two want to hook up, you can," he paused, "from a clean starting point that is."

“Hook up?” asked Josh, looking to me as if I knew what was happening.

“Hold your horses,” Dan replied. “You’ll get the point in a minute, then I won’t have to explain.”

Josh shrugged.

"So, Donna, this is Josh. He's a handyman pulling min wage. He’s a good worker, a decent fellow, and doing well. He’ll make his way up the pay scale, over the next few years."

Donna nodded, thinking that would be the end of it. It wasn't.

"Let me give you the full story.” He continued, “Josh here has run into some money issues, not big ones, and not through bad habits, he’s just not that bright.”

“Bottom line is, the banks won’t give him a loan, so he sold his balls to Simon.”

Donna’s eye brows rose, before she got them under control.

“Simon lent him the money, but, unusually, put steel rings around his balls"

“Follow?” Asked Dan. Donna nodded. “Good.”

"When Josh pays off the loan, he stops repayments, but the rings remain."

“Is that right Simon?” my turn to agree.

"Simon gets head from Josh a few times a week. And, he's fucking him regularly."

Dan drew breath. I think he was just allowing time for the info to sink in.

"Josh knew that was all part of the deal, And, as expected, has honored his commitments."

"He doesn’t actually mind being fucked. But, he's straight."

"Is all that about right, Boy?" Dan asked.

“Yeah,” Josh conceded, slowly. “So far you’re right on the button,” he replied, with a slight blush.

"You have any questions?” he continued, directly to Donna, “as you can see, you can ask me anything.”

"So, he owns your balls, until he gives them back?” She asked Josh, “I mean, not just when you repay the loan?"

“Yeah, they’re his, fair and square.”

"And, you're ok being fucked?"

"Yeah,” he paused, “it's not really that bad. He comes across as tough.”

Now he did stop and take his time.

“But, he's pretty gentle, and he’s teaching me and Jamie a shit load of stuff. Stuff we’re too dumb to know.”

“So, there’s more than one?”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, that’s confidential. I’m, I’m sorry Boss.”

“Keep going,” I said simply. It was too late now.

"Anyway, I gave my word. So, I am where I am,” he finished, “Might not sound like it, but it’s a good deal.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad to me.” She said, unphased. Josh gave a half grin, and a half nod.

Jeepers! He was already smitten.

"Great," Dan resumed. “Fairs fair though.” He turned to face his guest.

"Donna comes from a fucked-up home. She fled.”

“Arrived on my doorstep, mainly because her mom's sister used to work in one of my brothels."

"When she settled, she started in the house, just slowly,” he continued, “two or three guys fucking her a week."

"It doesn’t take long, so, when she was up to speed, she was looking after three to four guys a day."

"Her customers, like her,” he paused, “but as you can see, she's not a big woman, she’s never going to be.”

“Sometimes the idiots can get rough."

"So, a year in, she’d built up a nice kitty, she comes to me and asks if she could do something else."

"Sure, no drama," he declares. "Now she does the house books. Of course, she's back to min wage, but she's doing well. And, going back to school next term."

"Need to tell you,” Dan spoke to Josh, “Some of the softer customers have asked her to come back."

"Do you think you will, like, service a few guys on the side?" asked Josh, not waiting for a question invite.   

Donna shook her head.

"No, I’m done being on my back, for customers that is," she smiled. Josh nodded.

“Can I see your rings?” she asked, out of the blue.

Josh immediately stood, unbuckled his jeans and dropped them. His polished stainless steel, suddenly on display.

He hadn’t hesitated.

“Wow,” she amazed, “you really did band him.” She said, directly to me.

“Just marking my assets.” I replied as she nodded.

“Can you still get hard?” she asked Josh.

He nodded.

“Um, to be truthful, if I don’t cover up soon, you’ll see that with your own eyes.”

She laughed, a genuine response.

“Oh, let’s leave some mystery.” She said, as he hitched up.

"So, neither of you are good at this meeting people shit.” Proposed Dan, as he and I nodded.

“But, now you guys are up to speed on all the crap, you can have some normal conversation."

"Simon and I are going out to a bar."

"You need money to get home?" he asked Donna. She shook her head.

"Not sure about the food bill here though?" She added,

"Thats covered," Dan replied. 

"See, she's sharp, and up-front," Dan said directly to Josh. "Don’t fuck it up." 

Josh blushed again.

"Don’t you fuck it up either." he addressed Donna. her turn to glow.

* * *

“That was very well done,” I praised as we sat at a nearby pub.

“Well, you said you wanted to give him a chance to meet someone.” He paused, “They’re both from the wrong side of the tracks. Who knows, might work out?”

It might just, I agreed.

* * *

The next morning Josh hung around until I arrived. Jarrod, Chris, and even Alec had growled at him to get on the road, but he had flatly refused.

“Josh wants to see you,” Chris informed, as soon as I arrived in the office.

“Is something on fire?” I asked.

“No, but he’s got a bee in his bonnet. He’s meant to be at Chadsworth. They’re pulling down the back wall today.”

“They’ll cope. How many times does Josh actually cause you problems?” I asked, meaning it, and wanting an answer.

“Um, hardly ever,” he answered.

“Then it must be important, right?”

“Um, yeah, I suppose so.”

“Then behave like the manager you’re capable of being. Not the bullshit princess you’re dancing around here like.” I shot back.

“Um, Sor….” He started.

“Just send him in.” I instructed, “when you, and your Boss have thought about this, we will talk.”

A minute later Josh was in my office and stripping.

“Sir, what happened out there?” he asked pointing to the office.

“Nothing,” I said lightly, “they’re just learning, like you and Jamie.”

His eye brows went to the top of his head.

“No, I am not fucking them!” I said as I pointed to the space in front of me, and freed my dick.

* * *

After I had unloaded down his throat, I cleaned up, and sat behind the desk.

“What did you want?” I finally asked.

“I just wanted to say thanks for introducing me to Donna.”

“Well that wasn’t much of me.”

“Thanks anyway.” He continued.

“How did it go?”

“Boss, it was so strange, it was like we could talk straight away.”

“Well, she did ask to see your junk.” I added.

“Yeah, but it was like, that was nothing.” He replied, “we just talked about ordinary stuff all night.”

“So it was easy?” I asked.

“So easy, it was like I didn’t have to think.”

“Dan is a smart man.” I suggested, he nodded wildly. “Are you seeing her again?”

“Yes Sir, on Sunday night, if you think I will be finished early at your place?”

“You’ll be done early, but your ring and probably your body will be too sore to have good sex.”

“That’s Ok, we’re not that far down the track,” he replied.

“Well, that’s all good.” I acknowledged. “But, I think you are best to keep this all under wraps. Best not to rub having a girlfriend in the faces of the others.”

His eyes widened.

“She could be my girlfriend?” he asked, surprised.

Jeepers he was dumb!