Loaded Suggestions
In the initial weeks leading up to the BSD fuck fest, and throughout the fortnight that followed. Every conversation I had endured with Brendan and Chad had been sprinkled with the lightest ‘hypnotic’ suggestion I could get away with. I was never going to be able to control these guys outright, but despite their mercenary attitudes, they weren’t so guarded, I couldn’t influence them in small ways.
The first breakthrough came when I persuaded them to reveal details of their share trading accounts. Afterwards, they had no conscious memory of telling me, but it didn't matter. It was enough to set our contingency plan in motion.
Encouraged by that success, I gradually shifted my attention to something else.
Every subsequent conversation nudged them towards discussing their company's HR department, and annual leave procedures. If our plan worked, they would need six weeks away. I intended to make sure that happened.
*
The aircraft's landing jolted me back to the present.
It had been satisfying to reflect on our unlikely escape, but there was still plenty to do.
During the taxi ride back to the shop, we discussed the timing of our final visit to the road gang. We'd wait for Trevor's call, but realistically, we were still about a month away from what mattered most.
The first priority was removing our regular grease monkeys from the BSD cleaning contract. By the time Chad and Brendan returned, we needed it to appear that Phantom's extortion business, had quietly vanished.
The second task was to find something permanent for Danny and Todd.
The biker boys had re-stabilized after their rough fuck weekend, and now needed to be hard-labouring on something more permanent than unloading tire containers.
Gary volunteered to find BSD ‘cleaner one’ and ‘cleaner two’ a new contract.
Danny and Todd fell to James and me.
The bikers were genuinely nice guys and had reconciled with their reduced spending capacity and work-based gym program. Their youth kept them constantly horny, they’d need regular fucking to keep them on an even keel.
For me, I had no objections to pumping them, or guilt about the fact their dicks had become super charged ball destroyers. We couldn’t have our labour units entertaining themselves, not when there was revenue to be generated. Keeping them busy was just good business.
*
The other guys in Vinnie / Theo and Jade / Scott were old hands, compared to our current tire stackers. When we touched base with them at the demo yard and meatworks last weekend, everything was as it had been. It seemed as if being brutally fucked in a swish hotel had never happened.
When we made our ‘checkup’ visits, the desperate need from every team remained constant. They all needed cock badly. What could we do? We had to look after our guys.
*
Three days after we’d arrived back from dust bowl central, Gary landed a cleaning contract with BSD’s competitor. Seems they had just as much trouble holding hydraulic press cleaners. We transferred the guys across, without missing a day’s work.
When we checked on how their first night had been, we met the guys in the car park behind their new workplace. They were covered in machine grease, and with our arrival, suddenly desperate to be fucked.
In a scene of light relief, for us, we let them jerk each other with no shocks, very nice.
Danny and Todd took another two weeks to place.
The Bakery
The commercial bakery had operated in the city for more than sixty years. Over time it had grown to supply most of the county, steadily forcing smaller competitors out of business.
The factory had sixteen smoke stacks, rising from its ovens. Each was a steel cylinder more than one hundred feet tall, and four feet in diameter.
The first Saturday afternoon we took the boys to the silent, deserted bakery, they were understandably nervous. While the lingering smell of baked bread hung in the air, we again reassured them. We’d been through this already.
It wasn't the thought of scrubbing the inside of the chimneys from top to bottom that worried them most. It was the safety harnesses. They were convinced the straps would crush their balls if they slipped. They weren’t totally wrong; we had subtly altered the standard design to keep their balls pressed forward. They’d find themselves constantly stimulated, just not in an obvious way.
To build their confidence that their balls were safe, I had each of them climb halfway up the warehouse racking, before deliberately stepping off. The two-meter drop was completely safe, and it gave them a chance to feel exactly how the harness would catch them.
As they clipped themselves in, I quietly adjusted the strap running neatly between their legs.
When they dropped, their fears about their harnessed balls disappeared immediately.
The wedgies, they experienced, were spectacular.
Their indignant yelps and frantic attempts to free themselves, had the three of us laughing far harder than we probably should have.
Once we'd regained our composure, we turned to the job itself.
The chimneys operated five and a half days every week, allowing a steady build-up of grain-based soot, that presented a significant fire risk. To meet safety requirements, every stack had to be cleaned from top to bottom, at least once a month.
The boys would begin at the top of each chimney, and using a rope-and-pulley system, slowly lower themselves to the bottom while cleaning the inner walls as they descended.
*
Initially, the plan was to assign one bunny to each stack, but we quickly decided that would be too isolating. Better to have two men working each chimney. They could talk, keep each other occupied, and the day would pass more quickly.
Once they were set up, we told them we'd return at five o'clock.
When we came back, they were almost at the bottom of their second descent.
We waited.
Twenty minutes later they emerged, blackened from head to toe with soot.
I knew immediately we were going to make a fucking fortune from this contract.
There wasn't a chance anyone would volunteer for work like this, unless they absolutely had to.
Perfect.
The chimneys were accessed directly from the factory yard, so there was no need to enter the main building. We avoided keys, alarms and security procedures altogether, which suited everyone.
The downside was that the boys had little more than a garden tap to wash off with, but that wasn't our concern. They could shower properly once they got home.
With the contract secured, Danny and Todd finally had permanent placements.
It had been good having them around the shop, but it was time to move them on.
As far as I could see, there was no reason they wouldn't be cleaning bakery chimneys every weekend for years.
Physically, the work was ideal.
Each climb required them to haul themselves back to the top before beginning another descent, providing a relentless upper-body workout. The bakery manager had mentioned elevated gantries could be used to access the stacks, but we ignored the suggestion.
Stuff that, they’d do as they were told. Lean and worked, they’d be much more fuckable.
As we prepared to leave, the boys called after us, pleading for a quick fuck. They wanted release, like all the teams.
I said I’d see how they performed next week.
We left with smiles.
They left with full balls, covered in soot and dried suds.
Desert Rats
When we touched base with Trevor via satellite phone, he confirmed our desert-dwelling pair were beyond desperate.
He told us that after our first visit a month earlier they, had remained so unsettled that he eventually offered them twenty minutes free of their cock tubes. They accepted the jerk-off opportunity without hesitation, and despite the obvious discomfort of being filmed on Trevor's iPhone, neither of them stopped.
The footage was rough and a little shaky, but it was exactly the sort of leverage Trevor liked to keep on hand.
Brendan went first, then Chad.
Despite being coerced into the center of their seated team mates, the overwhelming sense of relief was unmistakable.
I had no idea how Trevor managed to get the tubes back in place afterwards, though I suspected it hadn't been a pleasant experience for either of them.
He assured us it was the only relief they'd been given since our previous visit.
His assessment was that the relentless heat, the tar, the physically demanding work, and weeks without being able to cum were beginning to take a serious psychological toll.
During our first visit they had been furious and openly defiant. Four weeks later, the possibility that they might remain trapped indefinitely was fucking with their minds.
Trevor was convinced our reception this time around would be dramatically different.
*
The following morning, we headed to the site to find out if he was right.
As we pulled up, the crew was already hard at work. Trevor wandered over, barking a reminder across the site for the men not to slacken off before turning his attention to us.
By the look on his face, he was convinced the next fifteen minutes would unfold exactly as he'd predicted.
"But, we haven't spoken to them yet," I said cautiously.
"They're broken," he replied with complete confidence. "This is the first glimmer of hope they've had, since you were here last. We haven't seen a single car pass in six weeks, they're not going to waste this opportunity."
He grinned.
"I planted the idea that maybe your last visit had been the only one you planned. Now you were coming back."
"They expecting us?" Gary asked.
"Only since this morning," Trevor replied. "I made it sound like I'd invited you back, told them this might be the last chance, they'd ever get to speak to you."
He laughed.
"They completely lost it, bawled their eyes out." He grinned.
For the next ten minutes we discussed the arrangements for their departure, and thanked Trevor for the outstanding job he'd done.
His ten-thousand-dollar bonus had already been deposited.
Allan, however, still refused to accept a single cent.
*
As Trevor returned to the team, he waved Four and Five over.
They quickly dropped their equipment and made their way across the site.
This time we were well inside the sixty-meter boundary.
As they approached, I was struck by how much they had changed. Their hair had grown back, wild and untamed, and weeks in the harsh desert conditions had transformed them completely. The difference was remarkable.
All the talk about how much time in the environment changed a person, hadn't been exaggerated.
When they reached us, there was a brief silence. None of us seemed certain who should speak first.
"Men," I said, nodding towards them. "No threats to kill us this time?"
"Sorry about that," Chad replied quietly.
"Yeah, sorry," Brendan added.
"Trevor says you wanted to ask something," I continued. "Go on."
Brendan looked down before speaking.
"Can we go home?"
The words came out, more like a plea than a demand.
"We can't do this anymore," he continued. "We just want out."
Chad stepped forward slightly.
"We're not interested in revenge, or threats or any of that anymore," he said, his voice controlled and subdued. "We just want to leave. Please!"
For the first time since we'd met them, the anger was gone.
The guys who stood in front of us now, were very different individuals.
“Well, it’s good to see you boys are showing some respect,” interjected Gary. “After last time, we didn’t expect to be back. You boys owe Trevor.”
“Without him, it would have been years before you saw anyone outside your team”.
“Thing is,” started James, “we’ve got quite a little earner here, we’re making good money out of slaving your arses.”
The guys tensed, feeling their opportunity slip away.
“If you want back to town. What’s in it for us?” James held his silence to see if they would bite. In a show of great willpower, they didn’t.
“Want me to outline how it will be?” I asked.
Receiving courteous nods in response, I continued. “Ok, here’s the deal. When I get to the end, if you still want to come home, you can. If you don’t, you stay here.”
They focused.
“We’ll be fucking you whenever we want,” I began, “and we’ll want that a lot! It won’t be rape like you did us, but you don’t get to say ‘no’.”
“We get you jobs, but we take half your pay. Last, you work our shit contracts on the weekends, starting with unloading tire containers.”
“That’s the deal,” said Gary firmly. “Take it or stay here, we don’t care.”
“If you take it and shit on us, we guarantee you will go to prison. I know you can’t work out how that might happen just now, but we’ve no reason to lie to you.”
“What’s it to be?”
“So, we get to leave?” asked Brendan cautiously, as if he wasn’t trusting himself to hear properly.
“Yes, in the same boxes you arrived in, but…” I paused to make sure they understood. “You fuck, give up your pay, and physically work for us like dogs. You understand?”
“Yes,” confirmed the blackened tar wielder.
“What about you?” I turned to Chad. “You clear on what happens if you leave?”
“Yes.”
“So, what’s it to be? Do you want to leave or not? It’s too fucken hot for us to be talking.”
“Yes,” they both answered quietly. “Please,” they added with tears in their eyes.
*
“Ok, you finish your shifts today, and you do a good job,” explained James. “Tonight you pack yourselves as you arrived. Don’t worry about the cable ties or ball gags. Trev will nail you shut. A truck will collect you at dusk. We’ll clean you up tomorrow when you arrive. Understand?”
They both nodded.
“These go in before you sit, and stay for the whole trip.” I handed each a butt plug. “Know what they are? Any problem?”
They understood and said there wouldn’t be a problem. They gained a glimpse of their future.
Silence ensued.
“We didn’t know if you would let us, you know, go,” declared Brendan in a shaky tone. “Thanks.”
These guys really were broken.
I quietly wondered if we hadn’t done some real mental damage.
“Yeah, we’ll finish our day, and do our best.”
“Please don’t leave us here,” pleaded Chad.
“You have our word,” I said firmly, as I offered my hand, “and we take you at yours.”
He took my grip firmly, and openly started sobbing. He didn’t want to let go.
Eventually we all shook; I even copped a hug from a weeping Brendan.
“We’ll see you in the morning,” I closed and headed for the car. “Think about how to say thanks to Trevor, he saved your skin, we were going to leave you here.”
We got back into our eighteen-degree car, watching as they brightly made their way back to the team.
*
We arranged for the unwitting carrier to deliver our human filled boxes to my place. As he departed with his tip, I pressed the remote and watched the garage door lower, to block out the early morning sun. Seven minutes later I had both lids off and tossed aside.
Despite their freedom they initially stayed in place in the bottom of their crates. I didn’t say a word, I simply went in for breakfast.
Four minutes later they timidly joined me in the kitchen. I handed each a glass of water which they drank eagerly. On draining the first they looked towards the tap and me. I just shrugged. They refilled and emptied a second without it touching the sides. I passed them a mug of coffee each and moved to the table.
I motioned for them to join me.
As they moved across, I handed each an old newspaper to sit on.
“Turn around,” I said as my first words of the encounter. They instantly complied and I confirmed their plugs were in place, “sit” I gestured.
Fuck they looked wild.
The white around their mouths and nose was literately the only pale skin on their body. Everywhere else was dark grey at best and black for most. Their hair, which was about an inch and a half long was pointing in every direction. It looked like it had been set by a crazy glue barber.
“We’ll spend the day getting you boys cleaned up. Gary and James are upstairs, they’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Did you manage to sleep in your boxes?” I asked, curious
“No,” said Chad. Brendan just shook his head.
“How’d you thank Trevor?” they shifted uncomfortably.
“Gave him head,” replied Brendan, “not great, but we did our best.”
“Good work,” I praised, “don’t worry, you’ll get better.” I added as a matter of fact.
They didn’t respond. I’m sure they were exhausted.
When the guys joined us, we all ate around the same table before moving upstairs. In the wide double shower of my bathroom, they asked if they could remove the plugs. They could. At the same time, we took the opportunity to show them how to douse.
They were quick learners.
As they half-finished, Gary appeared with a set of industrial cutters. He called them out, and with care, sliced through their cock tubing from tip to pubes. With the plastic gone, all that remained was the charged locking pin, and the neat metal loop which ran around the top of their nut sack.
Overnight, we had decided that we were going to leave the device in place. It was unobtrusive enough, and conferred ownership.
They’d just have to deal with it.
As Gary finished, James waved Brendan to his knees, where he unbolted the stainless collar. Now he had another white patch to match his dick and lower face.
Chad went next, and twenty seconds later was also free of his steel.
“You boys want to blow off some cum?” I asked, to wild nods.
“Get to it,” I encouraged. They looked around to see if they should go back into the glass recess. “Where you are is fine,” I smiled. They began immediately.
We had set the video cameras up in the bathroom before they had arrived. Obviously being recorded, our guests chose not to say a word.
They were too desperate.
With black paws, sliding back and forth along their white shafts, they were utterly focused on emptying their nuts. Rock hard in seconds, they blew huge wads of cum a minute later.
Their almost animalistic releases, were as primeval as their physical appearance.
I handed them a towel to clear the floor and motioned they should get back in the shower to finish what they had started. Seven minutes later, they were jacking off again under suds.
The guys and I smiled, and kept clear of the recorders.
When they had finished washing, they didn’t look much different from when they started. They emerged, and looked themselves up and down and shrugged to us.
I’d done some research online, ‘tar or coal coating’ wasn’t so rare after all. They’d just need to soak for a few hours, until their skin become wrinkly, and dislodged the material bonding. I explained the situation, ran the double bath. They took up residence.
When we checked a few hours later they were indeed making progress. Huge patches of black simply slid off their skin. The bits that remained, were mostly bonded to their body hair.
We coated each in a thick layer of hair removal crème, and left it in place five minutes longer than recommended. It cleared almost 90% of it. A second covering of crème left just their head to sort out.
James trimmed their hair off their skull with a number one blade clip. It came off like a helmet, almost a single piece of plastic. A steam facial removed the last of the black from around their eyes, and managed to save their eye brows.
Standing back and reviewing their first mirror in weeks, they saw the deep all over tan and pale skin socks from their boots. They had retained their fantastic bodies; the hard work had kept them in great shape. As usual, I couldn’t wait to fuck them.
It was almost 2pm, before we were finally done. As they dried their hairless forms they looked exhausted. We sent them to bed, in the spare room James and Gary had occupied last night.
They slept for fourteen hours straight, before hunger drove them to a 4am breakfast.
I slumbered through, untroubled.
We’d left a note, some reading material and suggested they go back to bed to make sure they were absolutely rested. As far as I knew that’s what they did.
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