Sub encounter: Plumber

“How did you go today?” asked Jane, as we prepared for dinner on Sunday evening.

“They were pounded,” I replied simply.

“Oh, I hope they’re not too sore,” she said, showing compassion.

“They will be, but they’ll get over it.” She smiled a little, nodding. “Yes, they will.”

“And you, did you end up fucking all three?” she asked, her sly grin extending.

What the fuck! How?

“How the fuck could you know that?” I puffed, to which she simply smiled.

“You’re much more predictable than you give yourself the luxury of believing,” she responded.

I shook my head, as usual, in annoying fucken amazement. This irritating woman!

“The answer is yes, but that wasn’t the plan.” I defended.

“I can see that,” she conceded, placing a hand on my shoulder, as she moved to the side-board, to get more wine.

“The house has gone from full, to empty in less than a month,” she lamented, changing topics.

I nodded, it had been a quick and dramatic change.

“Can you get Steve or James to put those doors back on the bedrooms?” She asked. “I’m going to use the end one as a sewing room.”

“Sure,” I shrugged, “I expect Steve will be here, tomorrow evening after work, I’ll get him to do it.”

“Did you invite him?” she asked, as if I had arranged for him to fix something.

“No, but he will five days without unloading, he’ll be desperate.”

“Poor boy,” she nodded, showing more compassion, “they’re so horny, they just need to find a good woman.”

“Well, that might happen for James,” I smiled, “as for the rest of them, that avenue will have to wait. If it ever becomes an option, that is.”

*

Later that evening I sat in my office, scrolling through the work pictures Steve had been sending me. His shorts were now at a length and tightness, where anything more would attract the wrong sort of attention. It occurred to me that if I had him work commando, his junk would regularly hang below his hemline. It was worth thinking about.

He had acted on the directive to request the dirty jobs, some of the pics had him filthy. It was good to see; his mind was being shifted. Incrementally, he was being schooled that as a dumb fuck, tradie sub, he was being true to himself, when covered in dirt.

I scrolled back to the first few shots, then jumped to the ones he had sent on Saturday just past. There was definite and noticeable growth in his leg and arm muscles. With his natural genes and an existing foundation, he was well on his way to being seriously built. I wondered did he realise that yet.

Probably not, that sort of thing, is hard to see from the inside.

The house did seem quiet.

*

The next morning as I left for the office, I ran into James. He was off to start his first day as a full-time motor mechanic. If I didn’t know better, I’d have guessed he was wearing the best pair of coveralls he had, and they’d been laundered perfectly. I could tell he was excited, as we walked along the drive together.

As we arrived at the street, I wished him luck and departed to the left, he went right.

Ten minutes, into my twenty-two-minute bus journey, I felt my phone vibrate.

It was Steve, asking, actually begging, to be able to visit tonight. He was clearly desperate for release. I sent him a nod, expecting him around 5.30.

As I turned into the drive at the end of the day, Steve’s van was parked, nose to the garage. As I approached, he stepped from the driver’s door, naked, save for his boots. His legs, lower arms, face and upper chest, all bore the signs of a hard dusty day.

“Good to see you’re taking on the need to be working in muck boy.” I praised, as I scanned him head to toe.

“Yes sir,” he replied, “it’s been rewarding to recognise my place.”

I nodded towards the house.

“Grab your tool belt, you’ll need it.” I walked ahead, as he rummaged around in the back.

I left the kitchen door open, as I pecked Jane on the cheek.

“Dinner will be about 6.30,” she declared, tossing a salad.

“Thanks, do we have enough for Steve.” I asked.

“Already on it.” She replied.

Speaking of the devil, the boy arrived at the door. Kicking his boots to the side, he stepped in.

“Hello ma’am,” he greeted, as he lifted his collar from the hat hook and buckled it around his throat

“Steve,” Jane nodded, “please don’t touch anything. Simon, put him in a shower.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied, grinning.

I waved him through, and up to our bedroom ensuite.

“Wash,” I directed simply, as I set up my mobile to record through the glass. Nowadays the boy didn’t flinch at being the center of video attention.

He stepped into the recess and hit the water. For the first while, I watched as the drain ran a deep brown colour. I really had to do something about his surfer boy hair. I’d banned him from cutting it, now it was getting out of control.

I sat on the room’s stool and watched on as he soaped and rinsed himself through three cycles. There was no doubt about it, he was putting on muscle mass. His arms looked magnificent. Maybe I had been too hasty in getting his shorts taken in, at this rate, in six weeks he wasn’t going to be able to drag his shorts up over his quads and hammys.

He doused himself a couple of times, having no shame in front of me. it was good to see.

*

“Um Sir, can I get some time out of the cage?” he asked, drying himself.

His cock was clearly straining for freedom.

“Need you to put those two doors back on the boy’s bedrooms,” I pointed, “Then we’ll see what we can do.” He grinned wildly.

Twenty-five minutes later he appeared at my office door, tool belt hanging at an angle from his hips. It was such a good view, I had him hold station as I retrieved my digital SLR, and snaped off a few dozen shots. When I was done, he was allowed to speak.

“Finished sir, do you need anything else fixed?”

“No boy, here you go.” I tossed him his key, nodding to the two and a half seat lounge, against the wall of the room.

When he released himself, I beckoned him across. I examined his junk for any signs of physical damage.

He was red here and there, and the metal had left impressions, but all in all he looked fine.

I was confident, I had the sizing perfect.

As he reclined and began to bone up, I came around the desk and stood beside the lounge. I’d previously freed my cock, and now wanted it serviced. He lent in and swallowed nearly half of its length. I felt the back of his throat briefly, as he prepared to suck it properly.

All the while he was pumping himself. Normally this would never be the case, but I was feeling generous. He had tested the water and carefully worked his meat, before coming to the conclusion that it was going to be allowed. Two more swallows and I had my balls on his chin. His right hand increased its pace towards frantic.

The self-pleasure vibrations of his body, were being transmitted to my cock; it was a surprisingly excellent effect. I’d have to remember this. Five minutes later I had moved to sit on the arm of the lounge, my cock remained deep inside him. His heavy nose breathing escalated, a clear sign he was super close. Ten second later his exploded with what seemed like a cup of cum, it went on and on. I shot my load deep into his gullet. Given yesterday’s event, mine wasn’t anywhere near a cup.        

*

When he had fully recovered, I had him lick every drop of misfire juice, that had landed on the leatherette lounge. He had his work cut out, I smiled. To clean it properly he then used a soft cloth to finish it off.

He showered and keenly accepted the dinner invite Jane had extended. After having Sam and Chris sitting at the table nude for weeks, Steve being bare, didn’t seem odd at all.

“How are you coping with being caged?” Jane asked.

“All subs need to be locked ma’am,” he answered.

“Yes, yes, now answer the question.”

He looked at me for direction, I didn’t give him a cracker.

“Um, its been very hard ma’am,” to which he blushed, “Um, sorry, I didn’t mean..”

“Keep going,” Jane cut him off.

“I mean sometimes it feels like I’ve been hard all day.” He paused, “I find myself thinking about my cock, and my balls all the time.”

Jane nodded, encouraging him to keep talking.

“It has its benefits though, if I wasn’t caged, everyone would see I’m hard all the time. My shorts show everything now.” He semi shrugged, as if to say, that’s how it is.

“Has anyone asked about your shorts, or your tighter shirts?” I questioned, interested.

“Not really, most of the guys work in shorts anyway, mine just happen to be the shortest of them all.” He paused, “people assume they’ve shrunk in the wash. All this sort of work gear does.”

*

When we were done, he cleared, washed and stacked away the dishes. Jane and I wandered upstairs, so she could tell me her plans for the end room. It wasn’t going to take much to fit out.

“I think we need to empty these.” She nodded towards what had been Sam’s and James’s bedrooms. “The boys have gone, and James won’t be coming back now.” I agreed, as I walked forward to open what had been Sam’s wardrobe. There was a scattering of this and that, but all the clothing had been donated.

“We could have given the beds to charity.” She said, looking down at the single.

I nodded.

“We still can,” I pointed out. She agreed.

“I already miss the extra help around the house I was getting from Chris and Sam before they left.”

“Like?” I asked.

“Like what Steve is doing downstairs, as we speak,” she answered.

I considered we could get the boys to come up twice a week to clean, that would work.

“Well, I’m off to bed,” she declared, “I have to be at the airport at eight,” I nodded, and pecked her cheek.        

As I stood alone, contemplating asking James to release his units twice a week. Steve appeared at the top of the stairs. We walked back to my office where I took his cage from the desk, and handed it back. He asked if we had any moisturizer to aid its slide along his shaft. I retrieved a push bottle from the bathroom, and handed it across.

He squeezed a dab and began sliding the metal cage over his shaft. Three minutes later, and a bit of squashing and he was done.

“Sir, the internet says caging a cock shrinks it,” he said.

“And?” I asked.

“Does it sir?”

“Of course, but how big or small you are, is not something you have to think about.” I advised.

“Yes, sir, sorry sir,”

“Boy, you don’t have to be so sorry for everything, you’re just learning.”

“Yes sir,” he replied, just catching himself before saying it again.

*

“Are you working this coming weekend?” I asked.

“Yes sir, I work every weekend,” he answered.

“Why?”

“I work every shift I can sir.”

“Yes, but why?” I wasn’t aware of this, “your allowance doesn’t change.”

“No sir, but it keeps me active, I don’t have so much time to be horny. Also, subs should work as hard as they can.”

No wonder he was growing like a mushroom, I realised.

“And does Carl know this?” I questioned.

“No sir, he thinks I am doing it for the money.”

“Ok, well take all of next weekend off,” I advised, to his surprise, “be here at noon.”

“Yes sir, but if I arrive at noon, I can still work in the morning.”

I just looked at him.

“Sorry sir, I will be here at noon.”

“Just so you know boy, I’ll be fucking you, a lot.”

His eyes widened. He was lost for words for a moment.

“Yes sir.”