Sub encounter: Plumber

Steve remained in place on the floor. Cum, spit and slobber coating his chin and chest. We just needed a second or two to return to earth. I knew he would be waiting for his key. Just as I started to look around, the kitchen door opened. A blonde-haired, young guy stepped in and froze. He was dead-set as good looking as Steve, maybe a year or two younger.

Given his tool belt and work gear, I surmised he was the electrician.

“Um, sorry,” he uttered, having trouble computing the scene.

“You want to get on your knees boy?” I asked, holding direct eye contact.

He paused for just a second, a long second. I had picked him in an instant.

“Um, I, I was just looking for James, ” he stumbled.

I took my time, but let him know I was planning to speak.

“You sure?” I pressed, “wouldn’t you rather be on your knees?”

“Um, thanks and all, but, um, no thanks,” he continued his verbal fumbling.

“Ok, fair enough,” I relented, “just know, you can change your mind,” I smiled gently.

“When your curiosity drags you back, just knock on the door, no shame.”

“Thanks, but like..”

“Don’t explain,” I withdrew, “James is down on the driveway.” I nodded my head in the general direction.

He scampered out.

I grinned at Steve, as he shook his head.

“He’ll be back,” he laughed, I grinned back.

I found and tossed him his key, it had been a nice moment to share.

He scrambled to free his straining meat. It was good to see him so needy, I think I had the timing balance of patience and reward about right. As soon as he released his straining meat, he went to work, immediately laying on his back and pumping his cock in frantic movements.

As I stood surveying the scene, the twins entered.

“Hello Sir,” Chris greeted, before being drawn to Steve, working his meat hard.

Sam, who had been three steps behind, closed the door, before turning to see me, then Steve.

They were covered in paint splatter. They were painting already?

“Sir,” Chris sprung to life, “Can we jack-off too please?” he pleaded.

“You’ll need to ask the man you’re currently working for,” I pushed back, “I’m not that rude.”

“Sorry sir,” Sam replied, “We’ll ask James.”

“I heard my name,” said James, as he arrived from the internal staircase.

“You’re painting already?” I asked, to which he nodded.

“But I saw the drywall and timber outside.” I questioned.

“Yeah, I changed the design a tad, show you on Saturday.” He answered, “the boys undercoated the finished stuff,” he said, nodding towards the Twins.

All the while, Steve was bringing himself closer to unloading.

James looked down and smiled.

“You boys want to join him?” he addressed the pair of hopefuls, they nodded wildly. He nodded back, I pointed to the key hanging out of Steve’s discarded cage. They almost jumped on an oblivious Steve who was concentrating his efforts.

The pair dropped to their knees and freed themselves. It was fun to watch, fuck they were horny!

I looked on as they dropped to their backs. Mirroring Steve’s efforts, they went to work. Just as they started to get into a rhythm, Steve began to grunt. With pent up pressure, he propelled his seed along his abs, over his chest and into the underside of his chin. Fuck, he was a producer!

The newcomers paused for a second to take in the show, then doing the non-communication twin thing, swung themselves around to use Steve’s chest and stomach as head rest pillows. They resumed their fist work. Steve, just lay back, catching his breath. 

*

“You don’t want head?” I asked James, as we stood to the side.

“Nah, I’ve had two today already.” He informed, grinning and nodding downwards to the jack-off huddle.

“They went alright then?” I asked, curious over Sam’s and Chris’s technique.

“They’re getting real good,” he praised, “like ducks to water, I tell ya.” He smiled.

“Even shouted the builder, and the electrician one each.” He added.

“That’s good,” I replied, “them knowing their place with complete strangers is going to be important.”

He nodded.

“Speaking of that,” he quizzed. “Did something happen with the electrician?”

“He walked in just as Steve finished draining me.” I responded. “I pushed him, but he backed off. I expect he’ll be back. Why?”

“Nothing, he was just flustered, and clearly packed a hard on.” James relayed.

I shrugged.

“Well, he’s gone anyway.” He continued, he’s a good worker too, did all the fit out in a day.”

I didn’t know if it was a big or a small fit out, I didn’t ask.

*

“I’ll show you guys through the place on Saturday afternoon,” he declared. “I’m taking the twins down town with me that morning. Got stuff to do and shopping to get organised.”

I shrugged again, he was in charge.

“And, do you have two hours on Sunday?” he continued, “I’ll need some help down stairs.”

“With what?” I asked, confused.

“You’ll see,” he teased.

*

By nine the next morning, all the extra building material had disappeared. The banging and drills stopped two hours after. Apparently, construction had been completed. Now it was just a matter of finishes and clean up.

Steve dropped by in the afternoon. As he left, he declared the kitchen ‘finished’, usable even. I hadn’t thought it possible, but here we were near the end of Thursday, and what James had predicted, had happened.

*

When Saturday finally arrived, I was actually excited to see what James had achieved. His own idea, funded by himself, and all with the goal of gaining independence. I was having breakfast when I saw the three of them pile into James’s car, and head for town.

He’d asked me and Jane to be ready for one in the afternoon. Jane was annoyed as it collided with her gym session and girls catch up. It didn’t matter she could still see it when she was free.

I saw the car pull in around five to one, I wandered down stairs to find James waiting to show me through. He was just as keen as I was. It was good to see him excited. I looked around for the boys but they were still unloading in the distance.

James arrived at his new front door, and with little fanfare, pushed it open. The smell of new paint immediately wafted from the space with in.

“The apartment is just one thing I want to show you, ok?” he said before gesturing for me to enter.

“Ok,” I replied cautiously. I made my way in to what was now his living room.

This was much more complete than he had projected, sure, the room was now reduced in size, but it worked well.

“We managed to get the final coats on yesterday afternoon.” He advised, “We stuck the carpet tiles down after the paint was touch dry.”

“Fuck, it looks great,” I praised, genuinely impressed.

He moved across to the kitchen area. It was neat and bigger than I expected.

“Why did you make the kitchen so big?” I asked, “its just you down here.”

“Well’ that’s what I’ll be talking to you about shortly.” He foretold.

“Jeepers! You’ve got some girl pregnant, haven’t you?” I accused. He actually burst out laughing, which was a relief, even if I didn’t declare it.

“What! No!” he assured, “what the hell?” he continued.

“Come through here,” he beckoned. As we made our way to what would be his bedroom. Why the fuck was his bedroom so large?

He let me explore on my own, as I walked past two sizable whiteboards, on the wall of the passage. I looked at them, and looked back to him in curiosity.

“Keep going,” he motioned.

What I came across next was really confusing. I opened the door to what I thought must have been a closet. It wasn’t, it was a dramatically undersized single bedroom. Now I had no idea. I walked in and found a single bed, a fold down desk, and a matching underside bathroom.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked, “there’s room upstairs if you have guests.”

“Keep going,” he pressed. I took some time to really look at the wet zone. The toilet was normal size, and the shower turned out to be three quarters the size of a normal unit. I realised, it was more than functional.

He called me forward.

“Is that bed a full size single?” I asked.

“It’s the same length as a normal bed, just 10% thinner. I nodded.

I opened the next door, which literally doubled my confusion. A second room, matching the first.

“Do you want to..?”

“I’ll explain in a minute. Finish up, I’ll meet you back at my new dining table,” he smiled.

I finally found his bedroom, which was completely finished, fully furnished and, thank God, full size. It was such a relief. I’d been worried he had planned to turn the place into a capsule hotel.

“Well,” I said, “the finish is excellent, I’m proud you can project manage such a good job.”

“I’m not sure about the configuration,” I added, “want to fil me in?”

*

“I’ll cut to the chase,” he started, “I know you’ve been looking for owners for the twins.”

The configuration started to dawn on me.

“I’ll take them.” He said, simply.

“You want to be their owner?” I clarified.

“The last week has been, enlightening,” he answered, “turns out I’m pretty good at being the man in their life. I’m going to take them on.”

“Ok,” I said, cautiously.

“You know that if they wake up one day and decide they don’t want you, or decide they don’t want to be subs any more, that’s it, they’re gone.”

“Of course,” he replied, a hint of hurt in is tone, “how the fuck could it be any different?”

‘It couldn’t, I was just double checking you actually understood what you were saying.”

“Fuck Dad, give me a bit of credit,” he replied, now he was hurt. His moist eyes betrayed him.

“I, I’m sorry,” I conceded, “the last few months has been a lot to take in. I’m sorry I said that, I don’t understand what I was thinking.”

It was my turn to be retrospective. We shared a moment, and both mentally reset.

“Wow,” I said, “have you discussed it with the boys?”

“Yes. I realised what was happening on Wednesday. I talked about it over lunch.”

“That afternoon I ordered the extra stuff for their rooms.”

“They embraced it?”

“Dad, they’re way down the track from where you think they are,” he advised, “they’re full-blown subs. They’ve moved on. You and mum are just people who happened to help them through the first part of their life.” He paused, as I dealt with the sting of that.

“Me, I’m the guy who used to be their little brother. Now I’m the guy who will turn their arse red if they don’t do their best.”

We took a joint breath.

“Chris and Sam have gone,” he declared, “they might actually come back, but personally, I doubt it. At the moment they’re looking for a man who will hold them to be the subs they can be.” He paused. “For the time, that’s me.”

“What are you going to do with them?” I asked.   

“Dad, that’s my business.” He replied, continuing to educate me. Jeepers!

*

“When they first emerged as subs, you took them as far as they could go, for where they were at,” he began, opening a new branch of conversation. I was grateful for the shift.”

“Today I took them to my level. Tomorrow, I’ll take them to the next. I’ve invited you because I’d like you to be there.”

“Ok,” I replied, weakly. “I feel like I’m on new ground here, what do you mean today, and tomorrow?”

“Dad, you’ve done a fucken great job. Stop being so tough on yourself, they were lucky to have you.” He paused. “I think it’s easier to show you what my level is.”

“Boys,“ he called.

Chris and Sam entered from just outside. They stood at full attention.

I was shocked. Their hair had been reduced to number one all over, their left pecks were inked in three-inch tattoos of C1 for Chris, S1 for Sam. Their swollen dick heads, featured a chrome cock ring.

“Holy fuck,” I said, almost involuntarily.

“Before you get ahead of yourself,” he said quietly, reading my mind, “hair can grow back, cock rings can be removed, and the tattoos are four-month temps. If they decide they like them, they can get real ones.”

I stood up, beckoning him to stand. I grabbed him in a hug.

“They’re beautiful,” I declared.

I went to the boys, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

“You subs are amazing,” I meant it.

All four of us teared up.