When Chad and Brendan arrived for work on their first Saturday back, we spent twenty minutes catching up on how their return to BSD had gone.
Apparently, no one had batted an eyelid over their extended holiday. The only thing anyone seemed interested in was their dramatically shorter hair.
They admitted the regrowth was already driving them mad.
Their unwitting laser hair-removal program, would take care of that over the coming weeks.
I kept that thought to myself.
The bigger surprise came from their immediate work team.
Several colleagues had commented that they seemed different. Quieter. Less... BSD.
Without any prompting from us, the pair had simply replied that those days were behind them.
According to Chad, the response hadn't gone down particularly well.
Their more ambitious co-workers warned them that losing their edge would probably damage their career prospects.
The two of them had simply accepted the advice with a shrug.
"It is what it is," Chad had told them.
Listening to him recount the conversation, I couldn't help noticing how different he sounded from the man who had first walked into our workshop.
The transformation had happened gradually enough that even he probably hadn't recognised it.
*
In their new work boots, they set about refilling the empty container in the backyard.
We called it a day around four o'clock, and told them we'd see them again in a week’s time.
As they stood there, filthy from head to toe, Chad asked whether every job was like this.
"Mostly," I replied. "Why?"
He exchanged a glance with Brendan.
"It's easy," he said. "Compared to the tar."
I quickly realized, we had them locked in.
When they finished the following weekend, we stayed back for a few beers.
"I thought you guys would've started fucking us by now," Chad said, sitting naked and draining half his first bottle.
"Next week," I assured him. "There's no rush. We wanted to make sure you settled back into work first."
Brendan looked uncomfortable.
"I'm worried it's going to hurt."
"It will," James replied matter-of-factly. "But you're both grown men. You'll cope."
Brendan managed a nervous smile.
After a few moments, Chad spoke again.
"We're not going to get to cum unless you say so, are we?"
The question caught me by surprise.
Brendan turned towards him, clearly trying to work out how he'd reached that conclusion.
"What makes you think that?" I asked. "Not saying you're wrong, I'm just interested in how you got there."
Chad rested his bottle on the table.
"Out there, doing the tar, I was hornier than I’ve ever fucking been in my life. It nearly drove me mad."
He paused.
"Then, after we finally got to jerk off...something’s changed."
“Now I feel the tingle in my cock,” he paused. “My brain been rewired by the desert?”
He looked directly at me.
"There's this... feeling. Like something's different."
He tapped a finger against his chest.
"I don't know what happened out there, but I know I'm not wired the same way I used to be."
His expression didn't change, but he held solid eye contact.
“So, I think, it’s going to be up to you when we get to cum.”
“And?” I asked.
“And, because of that we’ll be unloading tires, work covered in shit, and taking it up the arse for as long as we want our balls emptied.” He left a space. “Am I right?”
“Not far off” I answered honestly. Brendan was in a state of shock.
"And judging by the look on your face..."
"...you already knew that."
“Do any of your other teams have electric nut rings like these?” he asked, pointing to his chrome ball band.
“I know you still have other teams. It’s just the BSD one you moved, right?”
I nodded, confirming his conjecture.
“I mean I don’t care about the ring around my nuts, I don’t expect to have it taken off.”
“It’s not like I’m going to get with a woman.” He drew a breath. “It’s just my hand from now on, and only when you guys say. True?”
“Let’s say you’re right. What do you think about it?” I asked, quietly amazed at his clarity, and smiling at Brendan’s increasing internal panic.
“Honestly, anything’s better than dying in the desert, horny, covered in chemical, and knowing you fucked up, just by not asking to come home.” He paused.
“So, I’m going to work hard, get my arse expanded, learn how to suck cock, and stay out of prison.”
“I’ve been a cold bastard for a decade. You guys bettered me, and who knows, might yet have saved me?”
The room remained quiet. The man at the center was in the process of reinventing himself before our eyes. Chad nodded in his own agreement, to no one in particular. Just gentle contemplation.
“What does he mean no cumming?” Asked a troubled Brendan, ripping apart what was a touching delicate silence.
Chad and I instantly looked at each other. He just rolled his eyes.
Everyone in the room except Brendan gave a hearty laugh. It was time to go.
“No, I mean it,” pleaded Brendan, “I want to know.”
“You will Brendan, you will,” I added, standing and motioning everyone out.
As we locked up and left, our pair of new bunnies were dressing in the car park.
Brendan was still badgering Chad to explain.
*
We fucked our newest team the next weekend. With Chad on his back, and holding his legs to his chest, I slowly made my way on my knees towards his finger stretched, lightly lubed hole.
I pressed my cock to his opening, as he braced himself for the onslaught. I slowly made my way in. His anal cavity was like heaven on my dick. Holy fuck he had a sweet arse. It was fucking perfect.
When I was finally pubes to cheeks, he opened his eyes.
The man was clearly surprised I hadn’t hurt him more.
“All seven inches in?” he asked quietly.
I assured him I did, and that he was no longer an arse virgin.
“In that case,” he replied, “I’d better fuck him.”
I already was planning it!
*
The sex was at least equal best ‘new guy’ sex I’d had. As usual, taking straight hunk cherry was the best fruit of all.
I must have pumped him on and off for an hour. He’d be sore tomorrow after James and Gary had had their fill. But, we didn’t care.
Brendan was definitely having a rougher time. A combination of James’s eight inches, and a less developed acceptance of the fact he was giving up his arse, meant he’d take days to get over it.
There was no rush. He didn’t have to unload tires until next weekend.
These guys were so hot, I was sure we’d be banging them constantly during their first few months.
We did.
The Closure
By the time Chad and Brendan reached thirty-two, we were already six months into dismantling Phantom's extortion operation.
Each of us had accumulated well over two million dollars, and our workforce had grown to twenty-one men. The previous four years had been both profitable and entertaining, but nothing had come close to matching the intensity of the BSD episode. The business no longer held our attention.
We needed to move on.
At the same time, we placed the legitimate Phantom operation on the market.
*
Danny and Todd had spent almost their entire journey cleaning the bakery chimneys. They proved to be reliable workers who never once let us down.
Our withdrawal from their lives was gradual.
We began by allowing them small freedoms, and opportunities to make their own decisions again. The idea of refusing us sex never even occurred to them. It wasn't until we stopped our regular fucking altogether, that they finally asked why.
By then they were twenty-six and twenty-seven, still living at home, and a lifetime since they had bedded a woman.
We had already been unwinding the financial controls for some time, restoring their full earnings in stages, so the increased spending power felt natural rather than sudden.
When the day finally came for them not to return to the bakery, we simply handed each of them a copy of the recording we'd kept from the beginning.
It was largely symbolic.
A reminder of where the journey had started.
More importantly, it was our way of telling them it was time to move on.
We had nailed them in every way we could think of.
Their bodies weren’t far removed from the day we first encountered them at the diner, they were still great to fuck.
Phrase by phrase, I removed all of their programming. After four years of routine, there wasn’t much left anyway.
Two years later I heard Todd got married. I ran into Danny years later. He let me know he and Todd still occasionally secretly fucked. I smiled at that.
*
Vinnie and Theo were the first pair we completely released back into the wild.
The disengagement plan we modelled on them, we used on all the teams. Including Danny and Todd.
The Demolition yard closed down shortly after our brush with Chad and Brendan.
We re-tasked the boys into a local auto wrecking yard. Grease replaced their brick dust.
When we finally freed the guys, the strangest thing happened.
They went and asked the owner for their jobs back. They enjoyed it that much!
We never asked their wage rates, but with us not taking any of their day job pay. We figured they would be swimming in cash.
*
Jade and Scott returned exclusively to their day jobs.
A week before we actually sold legit Phantom, Scott visited asking for one last fuck.
He said he missed the routine of previous obligations, and on turning thirty seriously considered he may be gay.
Personally, I think that was bullshit. He was just taking time to find out what he really wanted to do with his life. Beyond that day we never saw him again.
*
The pair that proved the most interesting, were the ones who had originally introduced the most drama into our world.
Chad and Brendan were never the same beings they had been, when they arrived home from spraying tar.
For them, the wild side of corporate life never held the same attraction. With improved focus, and freedom from ‘party first’ lifestyle, they progressed up the corporate food chain.
Shockingly, Chad actually ended up becoming one of our best friends. He and I were, and remain particularly close.
His intellect was always refreshing, even though we were fucking his straight arse for years. We don’t fuck now days, but still hang for no other reason than we enjoy each other’s company.
Brendan was more typical of every other bunny we cornered. Constantly frustrated by full balls, he would occasionally run off the rails.
Two or three time we nut zapped him badly. It never occurred to us to remove his locking pin, and as such when he did need correcting, it was easier to punish him than anyone else on crew.
Over the four years he was with us, whenever we fucked Brendan, we always fucked him hard. Occasionally we’d even have Chad do him just for fun. He never totally accepted the corner he’d found himself stuck in. It was constant entertainment.
We couldn’t expunge the insider trading record, but the longer time went by, and the cleaner they kept their noses, the less likely they were ever going to be found out.
The day we clipped off Brendan’s ball ring was the happiest day of his life.
He saw it as a change of circumstance.
To celebrate we pounded him relentlessly all afternoon, and well into the night.
When we were done, he could hardly walk. Shit he was easy to stir.
*
Phantom Tires finally sold last week after being on the market for seventeen months.
Through endless discussions on possibilities, we’ve heading our different ways.
I love my partners like brothers, but it’s time to move on to new areas of our lives.
Chad has offered me a HR Manager role in one of his BSD divisions.
As a director of a State Business Unit, he has more than enough power to do that sort of thing.
I’ve told him if the offer’s still open when I get back from a year or two in Europe, I’d talk.
I do know one thing for sure.
I’m never changing another tire as long as I live.
Well, that is unless I come across a stranded hot piece of arse in France, that desperately needs a meat insertion.
Then I’ll probably lower myself to make an exception, we’ll see.
The end.
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