Panel Work

I looked across to the clock and saw it was just coming up to nine. My arms were actually starting to ache a little from being constantly above my head. They’d be sore by 11am tomorrow, but I decided it didn’t matter, this had been completely worth it already.

No one was saying anything, but even so, it was clear Terry and Shane were feeling badly done by. The rest of us were just feeling a little guilty. I was still inside John, although I had frustratingly gone completely soft. I slowly withdrew without anyone except he and I being aware of it. What now I thought.

I saw the flash across the external office window before I heard anything. It was clearly a flashlight coming towards the building. It was only 9.10pm so it wasn’t security. Burglars? I thought. The front door clanged open betraying its steel construction. The flashlight bumped into the inside of the workshop. The group all watched silently as the figure entered and locked the door behind him.

As the visitor made his way to the back of the building, it was John who recognised him first.

“What the fuck are you doing here Justin?” he asked in the absolute silence. Justin squealed, dropped the torch and something else he was carrying, throwing himself back against one of the wrecks. He was in complete shock and that was only from hearing John’s voice. He hadn’t seen anything yet!

“Fuck man, what are you doing here so late?” said the panicked man as he picked up his torch. The fall had shattered its globe. “Where are you?” he asked.

“Just find the lights and turn them on.” instructed John. Justin walked to his left and despite colliding with several tool boxes, eventually found the switches. The workshop was bathed in 4000 watts.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” he asked incredulously, as he returned wide eyed to the centre of the building.

“Just find something to get us out of here!” snapped Shane. Justin came forth and surveyed what was before him. It was as if his brain didn’t compute.

“Hey! Come on!” barked Terry. Justin jumped and immediately came to the cage gate. He picked up the padlock.

“Is this the normal lock?” he asked testing to see if was in fact locked.

“How the fuck would we know” replied Terry, “just get the fucken angle grinder if you have to.” Justin stumbled off towards the tool boxes.

As he passed the paint matching table, he saw the seven keys laid out. Six of one type and one of another

“Hey these might be the keys.” he declared as he snapped them up and returned to the cage. The single one did in fact open the cage. That just left six manacles. One by one he matched the locks and one by one we were released from our cage. Bummer!

When we were all free, and standing somewhat lost around the front of the cage it was John who again spoke up. The guys were just rubbing their arms attempting to get some circulation back. Justin was still stunned.

“What are you doing here Justin?”

“Ummm.” he paused before leaning down to collect his dropped sleeping bag. “Julie and I are going through a rough patch, sometimes I sleep on the floor of the office, sorry boss, I should have told you but I’m, you know, embarrassed.”

“Ok,” said John, “thanks for letting us out. Here’s the keys to my place. Go and get yourself set up there. We’ve got some unfinished business here. I’ll be home in a few hours.”

“Wha....?’

“Go.” John said, clearly not giving him time to even get one word out. What the fuck did he mean ‘unfinished business?’ I was suddenly worried, maybe he was on to me. Despite being naked as was everyone, I started to get hot and bothered.

Justin left, taking his sleeping gear with him.

As the door clanged shut. John stood before his still shell-shocked crew.

“I don’t know what the fuck has gone on here, but I know we’re not going to be able to work it out tonight.” he said. “What we will make right though, is that no one is worse or better off than anyone else”. What the fuck was he talking about, I thought.

“I think we behaved like animals on heat in there tonight.” he said, nodding towards the cage. “Two of the team got a bad deal, and I’m first to admit I took advantage of the situation. Sorry about that.” He said looking directly to Shane.

“Terry, Shane, it’s up to you, but fairs fair, we got to fuck. Now if you want to balance the ledger, pick, and whoever you choose will bend over here and now.”

“Hang on!” started Dan “it was full on in...”

“Whoever you pick will bend over.” Commanded John at volume, interrupting and leaving no doubt about what was going to happen. Fuck! I thought.

“You’re up Dan,” said Terry without a second’s hesitation. “Hey, it wasn’t,”

“We’ll hold you down if that’s what it takes.” interjected John.

“Fucken bullshit!” Spat Terry as Dan, all smiles pointed to the mixing bench. Terry, clearly reluctant made his way like cold oil towards the table.

“I haven’t taken cock either.” said Mike, stepping forward to Shane. “I know I didn’t fuck you but if you want to do me, we’d all be square in the crew, I mean I’m worried and not looking for it, but fairs fair,” he said. Shane made his way to John.

“I should fuck you,” he said with spite. “You fucken hurt me you bastard!” he spat, deliberately reaching out, taking John by the nuts. John remained perfectly still.

“Yeah, like I said, just an animal. You want to do me? I understand and won’t say no.” responded John.

“Nah, I’m just going to do this, then fuck Mike. Like he said, it’s better it’s square in the crew.”

“Do what?’ questioned John, nervously.

 “This!” Three seconds later John dropped to his knees clutching his severely crushed balls.

Shane pointed Mike to the paint desk where Dan had been bent over by Terry. Terry was hard and had slicked his cock in some oily substance. Terry was clearly distressed by the turn-about of events and was panting heavily as his chest lay against the surface of the bench top. Dan placed his cock at the puckered rose before him and started to apply pressure. Terry began to whine, loudly.

Mike lay down beside Dan, resigned to his fate. It was almost as if he felt he deserved it. Shane’s cock betrayed that he was looking forward to fucking. Four minutes later he was making a super slow entry. Mike didn’t say a word but his face revealed the pain he was in. 

I found myself fascinated by what was going on before me. I knew the guys had been loaded up with enough Viagra to last all night, but they were hard because they wanted to do to others, what had been done to them. I sprung to steel just watching. I moved to the side the bench and began pumping my dick. I didn’t really care who saw me, I suddenly just wanted to get off again.

As Terry and Shane fucked my fellow straight team members, I wanked openly to the left. Minutes later I found a mostly recovered John beside me, he matched me stroke for stroke.

Terry grew close and made the fact known. Pushing backwards, Dan pressed and shuffled to give himself a little space from the benchtop edge. Just enough to free his cock. Despite his predicament and initial protests, it seemed he’d found himself hard yet again. With his chest still to the work surface, he furiously worked his wood. Realising what was happening beside him, Shane dragged Mike clear to give him the same opportunity. Before long it was six for six hard cocks. Another team effort!

As Terry pulled out and blew along Dan’s back, I was tipped over the edge. I couldn’t hold off any longer, unloading across the workshop floor. John was twenty seconds behind me. Shane filled Mike’s insides with a grunt laden explosion. It was like a scene out of a B-grade porno.

When everyone had returned to centre, John again called focus. We were all exhausted.

“We’re not going to talk about this tonight, it’s too raw. Let’s just go home and we’ll see what happens Monday. Ok?” he asked us as a group.

“Ok, yeah, sure, whatever.” was the general consensus.

“I have to get home and explain this to a freaked Justin,” he added.