Danny and Todd’s turmoil
The following week we kicked off their midweek commitment. From now on they would be genuinely time-poor.
The Wednesday evening shift involved a small contract we had secured with a local clay quarry. Every week the quarry dropped off two or three of its oversized dump trucks for a scheduled spare tire rotation. The guys would pull off the most worn tire and replace it with the new, unused spare, which was, as usual, stored beneath the rear tray.
As tradesmen, they knew their way around machinery. We simply told them the job and left them to it. Previously, when the trucks came in, we had them washed underneath beforehand. With the punks doing the work, we deliberately left them untouched, straight out of the dust pits.
We parked the rigs down the far end of the workshop to keep the place clean and to instill in the guys that we expected an 'instruct and leave' arrangement from now on. They did a good job removing the worn tire. It was brutally manual work that left them straining and drenched in sweat. As they lowered the spare, they brought with it the six inches of superfine clay dust resting on top. There was no way of lowering the tire without both of them standing directly beneath it. The result was as predictable as it was entertaining.
They fitted the spare, put the worn tire back in its place and started on the next vehicle. With each truck they found themselves coated in another thick layer of superfine dust. It was fantastic fun to watch, but we knew we were approaching their tolerance for the endless shit jobs we kept throwing at them.
When they finished, they appeared where we were tuning a customer's SUV. It was like talking to two desert rats. Two tiny eye holes peering from a wall of brown. An obviously horny wall of brown, I noted after they disappeared for their showers.
*
By week seven Danny and Todd had become flustered and argumentative with each other as they unloaded their standard container of tires. We left them to it, but it was obvious that constantly full balls were beginning to send them stir-crazy. Come 5:30 pm on both nights, we simply closed up and made quick exits.
The following Wednesday evening they wanted to chat after rinsing the dust off in the showers. They couldn't stand it any longer and agreed that we could fuck them.
We thanked them but declined.
I explained that the original offer had been for their benefit, not ours. If it was all the same, we'd pass.
They were visibly mortified by the unexpected response and wandered zombie-like out the door.
The following Sunday it all came crashing down.
The mounting fatigue finally caught up with them around lunch. As I stood with them after delivering a couple of Cokes and talking general shit, Danny remained unusually quiet.
Then, without warning, he self-destructed.
Todd wasn't far behind.
It began with a few quiet sobs before rapidly escalating into a full emotional collapse. The howling, tears and waterworks came in waves from both of them.
Already black from handling twelve hundred tires, the tears, sweat and snot turned them into first-class disaster zones.
They had no idea how they had ended up here.
Life had turned to shit.
They just wanted things to go back to the way they were before.
Months of pressure finally poured out of them.
As had been the case all day, their cocks remained mostly hard throughout the entire emotional ordeal. The tiny amount of presence of mind they still possessed, kept their hands well clear. By now the shocks felt as though their balls were exploding every single time.
I remained by their side and, through subtle occasional comments, added fuel to their raging breakdown. In the end, they reached a point of complete emotional collapse, pleading for release from the hell they believed they were in.
It was a pivotal moment. Similar to that which all the teams went through on their journeys to becoming our straight boy fuck punks.
I opened my arms and pulled them both close to my chest. I told them we would all work through it together.
“Why did they think they were on their own?” I asked. “They had us to help. Now they had asked, we could deal with it.”
The following wave of tears was deeper and more heartfelt than anything previously. It came from a place of pure relief. In their minds, they were saved.
In my mind I knew they would be grateful holes for us to fill at will.
After they settled, they managed to get themselves together, a little. My cheeks, arms, and shirtfront were covered in black gunk and God knows what else. They sat mostly silent on the tires yet to be unloaded, clearly exhausted.
I stayed with the silence until I was sure they were present enough to hear what I had to say. They would be almost numb for the next few days and, from experience, it was always the prime time to cement their future roles.
“You boys shower and go home,” I instructed clearly. “Make sure you get some sleep for the rest of the afternoon.”
They nodded.
“I’ll give you an address in Blackford. Be there at nine tonight and we’ll fix this thing up. Make sure you boys have washed yourselves out.”
Danny looked at me with big red eyes, staring through his black, tear-smeared mask.
“Thanks, Boss,” he said quietly. “Thanks for this.”
“Yeah, thanks, Boss,” added Todd. “Sorry about your shirt.”
He reached out and touched it. When his hand arrived, it stayed in place.
“Thanks, Boss,” he added again after a long moment.
I put a hand on each of their shoulders and quietly assured them it was going to be alright. Just before I thought they might burst out crying again, I shifted my hands and ruffled their sweat-laden hair.
“Go and wash up,” I said.
They smiled and quickly moved towards the showers.
When I walked back into the office, James and Gary just looked at the state of my shirt.
“It’s on tonight, 7pm at my place,” I said.
The guys just smiled. We’d been here before. Another team about to put out.
Locked In
Before the boys arrived, James, Gary, and I labored to get my place set up. We moved the couches to the sides of the room and created an open space of carpet in the center of the lounge. With the room arranged, we ate, hydrated, and made sure we were relaxed. We had a big night ahead.
We always recorded the transformations. With people as emotionally overwhelmed as these two were, it was easy. They would initially be surprised to see the cameras but wouldn’t argue. We saw it every time.
The recordings were intended to reinforce their commitment and ensure the events remained a powerful influence long after the intensity of the moment had passed. The emotional impact of the sessions often faded over time, and attempts to regain some freedom usually follow.
Typically, it was only a matter of weeks before they attempted to re-establish some sense of independence. The sessions created a lasting bond and reinforced the subservient roles we had established. It was a calculated process, driven by control and personal gain, with additional benefits for those involved.
We had three high-definition cameras to record the action. I set one up out of the way to cover the whole space, no need to freak them out entirely. They would be a little fragile but not enough for us to put the hand-held recording units out of sight. They had to know the score right from the start. There was no relief for free, this was the price to have their balls unloaded.
When they arrived, Gary let them in and returned to the kitchen to get a round of drinks. As usual they striped as soon as they came into our space dumping their jeans and tee shirts near the front door. They went commando now days so boxers were accent history. When they arrived in the lounge they immediately focused on the cameras. To break their attention, I told them to take off their runners and put them back with their other gear. When they returned, they weren’t so fixated on the equipment.
Gary arrived with their water, which they drank quickly. I patted the couch to indicate they should sit.
“So, we’re going to start with head” I began with a casual matter of fact tone “then we’ll fuck you. When we’ve had our fill, we’ll empty your balls. How does that sound?
“Can’t we..” started Danny before being stopped in his tracks by my look, “that sounds fucken excellent!” he finished. A quick study as always.
“Can we get on with it?” he went on to ask, “we’re fucken so horny, desperate.”
“Yeah, we can start now but just so you know” interjected James “we’ll probably be fucking you until we’re done. Even after you cum two or three times. Sure, you want that?”
“We want it Boss, you can fuck us as much as you want,” added Todd in his first outburst for the evening “if we can cum three times or even more that will be heaven”.
“You’ll be sore tomorrow” I advised “so no work, ok?”
“Thanks Boss” they chorused.
*
Gary stood and directed Todd to kneel before him. I did the same for Danny, while James took one of the cameras and moved in for a close up. The boys were oblivious to the machine.
I placed my rock hard seven inches to Danny’s lips.
“Kiss it,” I instructed. He did. We were on our way.
“What do you want me to do to your throat punk” I spat, with a little aggression.
“Fuck it please Boss” he said. This boy was quick, really quick. He opened his mouth and I made my insert. I had no intention of making him gag. Straight boy, first cock, no point in ruining his experience.
Over twenty minutes I extracted sensational head.
I had to will myself to leave his moist vacuum when I suddenly found I was closer than expected. I noticed his cock was actually dripping with pre-cum. A quick check to my left found Todd in the same deprived state.
“On all fours, turn around” I directed. My punk complied with zero hesitation.
Gary had set up a unit on its tiny stand to record my rod making its insert, he took a seat looking towards Danny’s face. We wanted the facial contortions, verbal utterances and the moment of entry.
I placed my meat to his rose and paused.
Danny jumped, it was real, he was actually being man fucked.
James gently took Todd by the hair.
The boy looked up.
His master slowly lowered him, and positioned the boys gaze to watch his mate being deflowered, James knelt and joined him head-to-head.
“This is fucking, punk, you’re next,” James commanded directly to the boy’s ear.
”Yes Sir,” replied Todd swallowing hard.
I pushed my heavily lubed shaft forward, and ‘popped’ my head in. I held Danny as he lurched slightly forward in shock.
“Easy,” I soothed, as I held my place and let him adjust.
As his ring eased its iron grip on my cock, I pushed a little further, it was easier. Now we were only dealing with expansion.
I leant forward across Danny’s back and softly took a handful of hair. I gently pulled his head back.
“You want this boy?” I asked, again with a touch of aggression.
“Yes,” came the faint reply. I took a firm hold and angled his head back further, to be perfect in shot.
“I didn’t hear you punk. What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me Sir,” he corrected, “please fuck me.” I slid all seven inches inside his rear chute. He let out a muffled squeal through gritted teeth. Again I let him adjust. It was fucken brilliant!
Beside me James re-positioned Todd for entry. As I remained, in place Gary had moved across to focus on recording the moment Todd was being turned out as a punk.
*
As I felt Danny’s ring relax, I again lent forward to his ear to asked if he was ok.
“Thanks for giving me time to catch up,” he said with clarity.
“No drama,” I replied calmly, “but you know I’m going to fuck you hard?”
“Yes Sir.” He replied simply.
I slowly built up a rhythm and found myself pounding his arse, with everything I had. It was truly magnificent sex. Equally one of the best virgin fucks I had ever had.
Twenty-five minutes later and through multiple positions, I again had him on his back. Balls deep I let his calves rest on my shoulders. I gently took the end of his super hard, almost purple cock.
Glee spread across his face, his whole world brightened.
“Is this it?” he asked almost breathlessly, desperate for confirmation.
I nodded. He grinned, radiating pure joy.
I worked his full length wanting him to absolutely enjoy the moment. He and his mate deserved it. Twenty strokes in, I felt his back start to arch.
“Oh god!” he ground out.
“Want me to slow down, stretch it out?” I asked
“No, no, I fucken need this. Oh god, oh fuckkkkkkkk!” he cried in utter relief.
He exploded.
Wave after wave of thick cum spewed from his rod. I kept my rhythm.
His load seemed endless and with every pump his body quaked. I immediately filled his pussy with my own seed. It was the stuff of magic.
As we came back to earth, beside us, Todd finally was being given the chance to blow. It was great to watch as James played with him.
The boys’ superbly muscled frame shook from end to end, as he covered his abs, chest and chin with snowy white jets. Surprisingly, Todd was the more vocal of the two. His guttural cries of bliss were fantastic. Apparently he was quite religious. Based on the number of times the Lord featured in his utterances.
When he had settled James pulled free and covered the boy’s face.
Todd just lay in place oblivious to anything external.
They were officially fucked. So were we.
*
When they regained their equilibrium, we helped each of our new fuck buddies to their feet. I took Danny to the ensuite in my bedroom while James occupied the main bathroom. We showered long with the boys, it was almost sensual.
We soaped their relaxed bodies from head to toe and received the same in return.
It was amazing man to man time like they had never experienced before.
I repeatedly slipped myself back into the beautiful hole before me. I’m sure James was doing the same.
It wasn’t a fucking so much, as just being inside.
I held my insertion for an extended period, and worked Danny’s hard rod from root to tip.
If possible, he grew even harder.
As his breath started to shorten, I knew I was draining him again.
Gary had left a camera recording in my room, and filmed James’s exploits live. I angled my puppet to gain the best light, then felt his ring constrict. He exploded for a second time, a genuine solid, satisfying blow. Two down.
When I was sure he could stand I withdrew and soaped myself. I encouraged him to do the same as I prepared to exit the shower. As we dried in the tiny space he was glowing.
*
With the first event done and dusted we moved to eat, chat and be merry. We always found it best to break the night up so it wasn’t all about sex.
Around the dining table it could have almost been five mates shooting the shit and enjoying each other’s company. The fact that two were bare arsed meant little as we laughed and stirred each other. Finishing up I told the naked guys to clear the table to the kitchen, and when done bring us three new beers to the lounge. They refilled their waters.
After a while Gary stood and commanded Danny to his cock. I was the lucky one tonight, I got to fuck twice. I moved to take Todd.
As soon as my cock was slick, I bent my charge over the barrel arm of the couch. I made sure I hooked his junk on the edge, to keep him uncomfortably alert. I lubed liberally and immediately entered his hole. Fuck it was nice.
Given it was his first for the evening Gary preferred to take his time with Danny.
I just set about pounding Todd’s arse. I fucked him almost non-stop for thirty-minutes. I rested with long slow entries and exits before routinely working him over, in almost frenzied bursts of energy.
In the end we were both dripping in sweat. Mine rained down upon his chest and abs as I made an effort to work over his prostate.
He found himself hard.
I looked directly into his eyes and told him to work his cock. He panicked, too frightened to touch his meat.
“Do it” I commanded. He gingerly took hold of the very top of his knob clearly expecting the worst. No shock came. Delighted, he took a firmer grip and confirmed that for the first time in months he could touch his wood.
Joy spread across his face erasing the previous stress of being hard fucked for the better part of an hour. He worked his stick in anticipation of another release, it arrived twenty strokes later.
I pulled out of his now well stretched hole and allowed him to remain reclined along the couch face up. Sucking in air, in an effort to get over his latest blow I took his hair and dragged his face to my still hard cock.
“Clean it like a Dyson” I instructed as I gently turned his head to make eye contact, “and swallow” I added letting him know what was happening. To his credit he didn’t hesitate. His vacuum immediately having an effect, fuck I was close.
As my balls rose, I held him in place. I unloaded what felt like a gallon, despite his best efforts it still escaped the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin. I reached over grabbed my phone, and snapped a perfect shot of a cum drinking punk.
“Good job” I praised as I ruffled his hair. He flashed a cream filled smile. “Stay, rest”.
As Gary prepared to finish, Danny looked exhausted. He had already cum twice that evening but remained oblivious that he could touch his own cock. As his master started to wane, I walked over and placed his hand on his barely firm meat.
I held my fist around his and worked his cock. He shook, worried but I held my grip while James continued to do his own thing.
“It won’t sting,” I assured.
I released my hand as he turned to me for final confirmation. I just nodded and watched him work his now stiffening meat.
He jerked with a freshened sense of purpose. Working in time with the arse poundings from Gary, he set free his final load of the night. He had his boy pussy filled for a third time.
*
In the past, we had made the mistake of over fucking the new guys on their first outing. From experience we now knew that two long sessions were about perfect.
One round of sensual sex, the other, harder. The punks gained vision of their future, but weren’t sore enough to scare them.
After Gary left for the bathroom, I told Danny and Todd to wash in my room.
“Take your time”, they did.
*
Twenty-five minutes later all of us were back around the table. The new punks were bright.
“You guys did well,” I said, with Gary and James nodding in agreement, “you’ll be sore tomorrow, but I doubt you’ll need Monday off. It’s only the first time that gets a little rough”.
“See you Wednesday night” I added as they made their way down the passage to dress.
Gary saw them out. It had been a fucken great night.
*
When our newly minted pair arrived at the shop mid-week, they were noticeably less tense. They even laughed and joked as they stripped. They hadn’t washed from work knowing the state they would finish in. It wasn’t weighing on their thinking which was a good mindset indicator.
It was obvious they had been labouring through the day in singlets, the outline was stencil clear. Clean skin beneath untarnished, the rest coated in the heavy grime of a steel works. It looked quite horny.
“How did you pull up on Sunday?” I asked, not really caring.
“Not bad,” answered Todd “even managed to grab another wank before the shocks came back that evening”.
“So still no clue as to what causing them,” Gary asked with mock seriousness.
“Nah, like you said, we’re just some of the unlucky guys it happens to”.
“Yeah, tough break,” consoled Gary, “most of our teams are in the same boat, that’s why they get us to fuck them. There’s a lot of guys like you spread through society, some spend their whole live without a wank. No one ever speaks about it”.
“Well, no way we’d talk about it at work,” assured Todd “we’d be wreaked.”
The conversation drew to a natural close. It was heartening to see they were still locked in.
From now on, the mind programming would be reduced bit by bit. Mainly through not being continually reinforced. Within a year only a tiny proportion of core instruction would remain.
By then they would be self-generating their servitude mentality. Although the dick shocks would have evaporated, they wouldn’t trust themselves to test it, they would remain desperate in their need to be fucked.
It was a great arrangement. It meant we could fall back to full instruction if we had to.
*
The next task was to find them a permanent Phantom contract job.
We used the tire shop for new player training, but it was only short term.
We already had our eyes on two straight boys in Gary’s football team. We would need Danny’s and Todd’s tire shifts shortly.
Time to start looking around for shitty jobs and submitting sky high tenders.
It wouldn’t take long.
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