Straight Man - Capital Asset

Final Chapter

“Base, this is Jenkins and Turner. We’re at the corner of Station St. and 49th. Just following up on that suspicious car report.”

“Roger that Harry, job logged.”

“Base, can you run the registration, as texted.”

“Hang on.”

“It’s on the system as a 06 Ford, Black. Owner Tony Williams, 29, Wood Park Drive, Gateway Harbour. No updates for the last six years, rego fees paid same day every year.”

“Thanks Base, make and colour checks out, we’ll have a closer look.”

“What’s so suspicious about this car?”

“People get bored Harry. Haven’t seen an old car like this for years, suddenly its suspicious. Who knows?”

“Window sticker checks out. This is a waste of time.”

“We’ve got a sleeper across the back seat.”

“Ok, maybe not a waste of time then?”

“Hey, you in there, wake up.”

“Is it open?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“You get the door, I’ll cover you.”

“Fully open, I’ll step back this way.”

“Ok, do it.”

“Hey, buddy. Wake up.”

“Anything happening?”

“He’s stirring. Hey buddy, wake up. Here he comes, that’s the way.”

“Ok, slide out real slow. Keep your hands up.”

“Ok, I’m unarmed. I’m sliding out.”

“That’s it, nice and slow. Keep coming.”

“Stand beside the car, hands on the trunk.”

“You been drinking?”

“No sir.”

“Awful slow for someone who hasn’t been drinking.”

“I was deep asleep.”

“Ok, just going to put these cuffs on, so we can have a talk. You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, this wrist, now the other. Good, now turn around slowly. You ok?”

“Yes sir.”

“What’s your name?”

“Nin…Tony, Tony Williams.”

“Ok Tony, my partner here has a breathalyser.”

“Tony, just count to ten. That’s it.”

“He’s clear, all zero.”

“Well, good to see you telling the truth, Tony. And, courteous too.”

“What are you doing in Wesforth?”

“Wesforth? I used to work here. Guess I’m back to look for work.”

“Why you sleeping in your car?”

“I’ve been real tired, didn’t want to keep driving like that.”

“You got a license?”

“Umm, I can feel my wallet in my back pocket. Can you pull it out?”

“You have anything else in that pocket?”

“No sharps.”

“Tony, how come you’re carrying so much cash? There must be $1000 dollars here.”

“Umm, it’s all I have; I don’t have a bank account.”

“You do drugs?”

“No sir.”

“You got anything in the car we should know about?”

“Nah.”

“Mind if we take a look?”

“No, look all you want.”

“All clear, trunk is the same.”

“Can I get these cuffs off?”

“Sure, we appreciate how you’ve handled this. Especially since we woke you up and all.”

“Let me get this, and the other.”

“Looks like you need some new clothes Tony. Your muscles are putting that fabric under serious strain.”

“Been hitting the weights hard.”

“Where were you before here.”

“All over, and nowhere. Looking to settle down. Guess I’ve landed here.”

“Is that a Canton’ Lifting Shirt?”

“Yeah, that’s where I used to work.”

“Well, they been out of business for years.”

“You know dock work?”

“Yeah, forks mainly.”

“There’s a crew down there that are pretty good. Keep their noses clean. Run by a fairy, but he’s ok. Helps us out from time to time.”

“Are they recruiting?”

“Wouldn’t know. Sullivans, they’re in the old Cantons building.”

“The boss down there is Terry, go see him. Tell him Brad Jenkins sent you.”

“Thanks officer, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, but get yourself a bank account, and find yourself a better place to sleep. We’ve got better things to do.”

“Sure.”

* * *

“Good morning.”

“Morning, could I speak to Terry?”

“I’ll check, what was it about?”

“Brad Jenkins told me to speak to Terry about any work.”

“Brad the cop?”

“Yeah,”

“Ok, hang on.”

“Terry, I have a guy out here looking for work. Jenkins sent him.”

“Ok, get him to fill out a form and send him in with it.”

“Can you fill this out?”

“When you’re done, just go through those doors. Terry’s office is the first on the right.”

“Come in.”

“Terry?”

“Yes, yes. Come in, just push that door closed behind you. What’s your name?”

“Tony, Tony Williams.”

“Well Tony, I hope you’re experienced. You look like a bum, why are your clothes two sizes too small? Normally people dress for interviews.”

“Yeah, sorry. Just got into town this morning, haven’t had time to hit Mega-mart. I came here as soon as Brad suggested I should.”

“Well, that’s something. I see that’s a Canton’s shirt. It’s been a while, what can you do?”

“Worked on the dock for a few years, most complex machine would be a straddle.”

“You can drive a straddle?”

“Yes,”

“So, if we walk out into the yard now, you can lift a can?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok, let’s go.”

* * *

“Well Tony, I’m glad you’re not a bullshitter. You can drive.”

“I’ve been through some shit, I’m usually direct.”

“Good, let me be direct with you.”

“We’ve got a full team here on the deck. So, we’re not looking for anyone. Unfortunately, the whole dock is quiet.”

“But, you’ve got a fucken top grade build. If I was looking for a worker who’d deliver some fringe benefits. Would that be something you’d consider.”

“What rate?”

“$18 an hour.”

“40 hour week?”

“36, where the fuck have you been?”

“Well, I need the work. But let me just get these unhitched and down.”

“As you can see, I can’t offer much from a ‘fucking’ perspective. But if I have to, I can take cock.”

“You’re not shy then. Oversized nuts and all.”

“I used to be quiet, Ancient history now.”

“Let’s have a look at you. You’ve had surgery. So, your nuts weren’t originally oversized?”

“Nah.”

“Hang on, you’re straight.”

“Yeah.”

“And, you’re still willing to take cock every shift.”

“Not my preference, but I can.”

“Dump your gear in the corner, You want a coffee, I’ve got a machine over here. Let’s spend a while getting to know each other.”

“Sure, don’t have anywhere to be.”

“Cream? Wow, that’s a big tatt, what does Unit Nine mean?”

“Yes to the cream.”

“Well?”

“I’ve always been a muscled guy, a unit. Nine was just an idea of a dumb kid.”

“I’m not sure that’s the full story, but I figure it’s the only one I’m going to get.”

“You’d be right.”

“So, you used to work for Canton….   

* * *

“Well, I’ve enjoyed this chat. Do you want the job?”

“I want to get off the radar as quickly as I can. So yes, I’m on the machines and you can fuck me up to three times a week.”

“Five!”

“Four and it’s a deal.”

“Done.”

“Let me see if you have a shy bone in your body.”

“Helen, can you bring a standard work agreement in please. Pre-loaded with Tony Williams.”

“Where you staying?”

“Don’t know yet. I’ve got some cash.”

“Helen, leave the home address blank.”

“I’ll be right there Terry.”

“You want me to dress?”

“Nah.”

“Come in. Helen.”

“Here’s the agreement.”

“Thanks.”

“Helen, this is Tony.”

“Tony, welcome aboard. What will you be doing?”

“On the fork mainly, but also being fucked by your boss, three days a week.”

“Four!”

“Oh yeah, four days.”

“That’s good, he likes muscles. He’s been grumpy since his last relief hand left.”

“Helen, we’ve had a great chat for the last half an hour. I think Tony is going to fit right in with the crew.”

“That depends on whether or not you extend his duties to the crew as well?”

“I hadn’t planned to. What I was going to say is, Tony here is straight. Once he gets himself cleaned up, you could do worse than have dinner with him.”

“Straight?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“My mother warned me about muscled guys with manners. Especially those who take cock.”

“Well, it's not my preference, but a man has to do what a man has to do, ma’am. If you’re willing to overlook what I do for a job, I would be pleased if you would join me for dinner.”

“Well Terry, muscled, mannered and not a trace of shyness. You can pick them.”

“You know it's my core competency.”

“Very well Tony, I would enjoy having dinner with you, Saturday night? Then we could perhaps extend your servicing remit.”

“Thank you, but as you can plainly see, my ability to service you, may come up short.”

“Nonsense, a small dicked man with your level of confidence is bound to be inventive, I’m sure.”

“Now Terry, if you have finished arranging my social calendar, I’d like to get back to the accounts.”

“Good morning Tony. Terry will show you out through his exit as you tour the yard. I will expect your call on Thursday to arrange our evening.”

“Good morning to you too Helen, and thanks.”

“She’s very open minded.”

“Yes, like yourself. I’m sure all of us are going to hit it off.”

* * *

“So, no idea of where you might stay?”

“I’m not sure yet. I just found myself here this morning. I have cash, so I will find a place.”

“Do you remember the self-contained loft above warehouse four.”

“Yes, it used to be in good condition.”

“It still is, if you’re interested in it as accommodation, it’s $60 a week. If you have a car you can store it out the back.”

“What are you thinking?”

“You’re quite sharp Tony. We are going to get on.”

“You’ll be servicing me as I need, regardless of where you live. That couch folds out to be a bed. But I am thinking if you had your own place here on the dock, you could service some of the crew, or even other crews who want relief.”

“Is that common? Would you expect me to?”

“We’ve had relief hands before, sometimes for years at a stretch. It’s been like a cash in hand side business for them.”

“As far as ‘would I expect it’, no, entirely your choice. You’d have to do your own marketing.’

“That’s not to say there’s nothing in it for me. Firstly any ‘low hassle’ sexual relief services I can offer to the crew would be a work place perk. It will keep them happy and unloaded. Secondly the loft has its own concealed HD camera array. I’ll be getting hours of jack off material.”

“We can visit the loft when I take this tour with you. You can make the call then. How’s that sound?”

“I can work with that.”

“Even the bit about being watched as you get fucked?”

“I’ve done a bit of that before.”

“I can’t wait to learn your back-story Tony. Let’s do this tour.”

“Umm, you’ll need to dress.”

“Right, sorry. Force of habit.”

* * *

“Fuck man, he’s good.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he’s expensive, but fuck! I pounded the fuck out of his hole, he took it like a champ. The condom was so full I thought it would explode!”

“Expensive? How much?”

“$50 for head and $85 for arse. $100 for both.”

“Fuck! He is expensive!”

“Yeah, but I’m definitely going back as soon as I can afford it.”

“He’s seems a nice guy. Knows what he’s doing on the machines too. What’s his story?”

“Don’t know. He’s got this freaky tattoo across his chest.”

“So he was full nude when you fucked him then?”

“Yeah, said he didn’t want to fuck up his uniform, and besides, he’s got no shame.” 

“I know he’s been onboard for six months; we just never seem to be on the same shift.”

“You don’t have to be on the same shift. His cell phone number is near his door in warehouse four. Just call or text him.”

“I’m so fucken horny, the Mrs. has stopped putting out for me. We’ve only been married two years!”

“That’s rough, you must be tired of your hand.”

“If you think he’s that good, maybe I should give him a go. Haven’t fucked a guy since I was a teenager. I had fun then, I could do it again.”

“Did he ask to fuck you?”

“Nah, he’s only a taker. He’s got big balls, but his dick is actually pretty small.”

“Really? He’s built like a steam train, none of the guys mess with him. Not even the ones from Greens Lifting.”

“You know he’s solid with the chick from reception.”

“Helen?”

“Yeah that’s her.”

“But she’s way pregnant! I saw her the other day.”

“It's his.”

“Gees! Little dick or not, his gear works then.”

“He’s one of those guys, whose life, just falls together.”

“Maybe his life has been hell?”

“Nah, guys like him have all the luck!”

The End

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