Sub encounter: Plumber

Over the next week, I decided that I'd stay close to Steve, just to see how he, and separately, how his work crew responded to their new world order. Every night over dinner, I had him tell me about his day, and the jobs he'd worked on. On Wednesday, he detailed how Terry and Zak had returned to visit him on site. As before, they collected head, praised his work, and went on their way. It wasn’t much, but at least two of the crew were using him. 

On Thursday, I took the afternoon off, staying downtown. Enjoying the sunshine, I wandered a few blocks to the Kink store. Having no real plan in mind, I walked up and down the aisles, amazed at what people found erotic. I was looking for anything that may encourage Steve to progress his sub thinking. In the end, I didn’t find anything that appealed.

The store did have a sale on 'metal', which had been reduced enough to make finding a good deal easy. I purchased two new cock cages for Steve, each a size down from the previous. He didn’t need them now, but as his cock shrunk, we'd progressively scale down to the smaller fit.

As I walked back to the station, then to home, I thought about James, and his whoring out of C1 and S1. I admitted to myself I was a little conflicted, the Service Units had been my sons. I missed them, but it was more important that they were happy.

I'd quizzed S1 on Monday evening as I arrived home from work, meeting him in the driveway. He was clearly off to hook up with a customer. He had the tightest gold-colored shorts on, and a pair of white runners. Clearly the punter was into 'peppy-twink'. I asked him flat out, was he happy?

He'd looked around guiltily, as if he was doing something wrong by speaking freely. His response was good to see, it meant he really did know his place.

"Sir, I've never been this focused. It's amazing, I don’t have to think at all!" 

"This is good?" I questioned.

"I've never been so free," he beamed, "I wish I'd found out sooner."

I watched closely; he was being genuine.

"C1 feels the same," he assured, answering what I hadn't thought to ask. "We're focused on our holes and whatever we can do to get guys off."

"Sir, if ever you need serving, I’m sure Sir James will supply us."

"Thank you boy, best you don’t mention we spoke like this,'' I cautioned.

“I won't sir," he assured, "May I leave sir, my customer will be waiting."

*

On the final afternoon of the work week, I again logged into NesPlumb’s camera network, to see how Steve was coping with his second end of week drinks. As previously, a 'ring' shaped cluster, of fluro clad plumbers had formed in the center of the factory. The main difference to the previous gathering was Steve.

The boy was now off to the left, naked to his boots. I smiled, despite the oddity; the factory was a worksite, footwear was still mandatory, even if you were sucking dick.

Steve, with his cage finally out for all to see, was sucking cock.

Lucky, they got him knee pads, I thought. I took a screen-shot of the entire scene, I wanted to start putting names to faces. Interestingly, Justin was also naked. Already? I questioned internally how the team had managed to pull that off? 

The crew were fully engaged, I guessed the shock factor of last week had dissipated. Halfway through the evening, I watched on as Carl, stepped up, bent Steve across a work bench, and began fucking him. A minute later, one of the guys walked around the other side, and took head at the same time.

It was good to see the progression.

I had expected that once the first fuck was done, the floodgates would have opened. They didn’t. Carl remained the sole arse taker. Maybe next week? I thought.  

As the workers departed in dibs and drabs, I prepared to log out. In the end, only Steve and Justin remained. Steve swept the floor, and gathered the empties.

Although I couldn't hear the wording, it was clear Justin was asking questions. He was multi-tasking, in the background he was attempting to snag his gear down from the rafters. Workmen and their practical jokes, I mused.

I considered I was close to done with being a voyeur, now the fucking had started, the boy was on his way. He didn’t need me watching over his shoulder.

I logged off and went to catch the second half of the night's game.

*

Saturday, Sunday, and the next week rolled into a blur. Time sped by. I was flat out at work with business cases, that were never going to stack up. I found myself very distracted from daily matters. As I arrived home from the office around dusk on Thursday, I met C1, and who I assumed to be Gus, walking up the drive.

Aside from his collar, C1 was barely clad in the leather codpiece jock, we'd purchased way back at the start of all this.    

"Hello Sir," Chris greeted.

"C1," I responded, with a nod.

"Sir, this is Gus, Gus, this is Simon." 

Gus put his hand out, as I matched, and shook.

"I understand, you're the muscle, on these bookings." I suggested.

"Yes sir," Gus replied, smiling.

"Well, I appreciate you looking out for the sex units," I thanked.

"It’s my privilege to be able to, it's no problem sir," he replied, as I took a hard look at him.

He was seriously jacked, no wonder he was the ‘heavy’.

"It's Simon, Gus," I corrected.

"Well sir, I'm not sure my father would agree with you on that, he smiled."

"As you wish," I grinned. We nodded, and departed in opposite directions.     

*

With Saturday in full swing, Steve had begun the lawns as usual. I wandered out, seeing if James would offer me another beer. He didn’t.

When I looked at the work Steve had done so far, my mood darkened. It was rough, and unlike any of his previous efforts. I took a minute to study what was going on. He was frantic, almost running with the mower. I pulled him up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, stressed.

“Sorry sir, what do you mean?” he was even talking at twice speed.

“Look for yourself,” I snapped. “This is a bull shit effort, start again, do it fucken properly.” I stormed back inside.

An hour later he appeared at my office door, he was drenched in sweat.

“Sorry sir, I fixed the lawn.” He began, not even asking for permission. What the fuck was going on?

“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, bluntly. He shuffled on the spot. “Spit it the fuck out!”

“Sir, I can’t think,” he motored, “um, you said my brain would be eating cum, I think that’s what is happening.”

Jeepers! he was a frantic mess.

“Sir, my cock is full, my balls are constantly trying to get hard,” he reversed, without even realizing it. “Sir, I’m full, I feel it, but, but I don’t know what to do.”

Ok, now we were getting to the bottom of it. 

“So, what’s your plan?” I pushed back.

“Um, I was going to get the guys to fuck me last night,” he revealed. “Like you said, see if they could fuck the cum out of me.”

I liked that, it may have even worked.

“How did it go?” I asked, knowing full well.”

“Only Carl fucked me,” he explained, wringing his hands, “and, his dick isn’t very big.”

“I mean. I made sure he got off, but I barely got hard sir.”

“So, any of the others join in?”

“I think they’re shy sir, next week will be better,” he explained. “I asked Terry and Zak to do me. That will be at least three.”

“Those boys don’t look much bigger than Carl.” I suggested.

“They’re not Sir,” he agreed, “in fact, Zac’s a little smaller.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know sir, my brain isn’t working so good.”

He paused, suddenly brightened as a thought occurred.

“Sir, can I have some time out of the cage?”

“No boy,” I squashed, “Like I said, we need you desperate, need you focused on taking as much cock as you can.”

“Sir, can I go down the mall?”

What the fuck!

“No, you need to stay focused to your immediate circle. Strangers aren’t your answer yet.” I restricted. “When you’re regularly blowing from anal, we can talk about it more.”

“Yes sir,” he replied with dejection.

“Sir, can you please fuck me?” he asked, taking a new tact, “I mean fuck the day lights out of me, it’s what I need sir.”

 “I’ve been fucking you for weeks, what makes you think it will be anything different?”

“Let me try sir, I’ve been thinking about what I could do.”

I shrugged, why not?

*

We retired to the guest room and its queen-sized bed.

Unusually, I let him make the running.

“How do you want me?” I asked, already feeling weird with the arrangement.

“On your back sir.” He directed; he had given this some thought.

I crawled up on the bed, laid dead center on my back and waited to see what next.

He scrambled up, nestling himself between my legs, which he had spread wide.

He lent down and took my length into his mouth. I hardened quickly; he was as skilled as ever.

He didn’t move to deep throat as would normally be the case. Irritatingly, I realised it was a good strategy. He was keeping me further back than I desired, more time for him to work on me, and by default, himself.

After seven to eight minutes of slobbering, he finally moved to take in my full length. He took to sliding his fist in a trailing pattern up and down my cock, behind, then ahead of his mouth movements. I was very stimulated.

Right at the point where I felt my balls begin to lift, he abruptly stopped. The fucker!

He crawled to the bed top. Legs positioned either side of my hips, he lowered himself on my rigid meat. As usual, it felt sensational. Me entering him, stretching his hole, having him adjust to accept my bodily extension into his internals, was all amazing!

He did it without a shred of resistance. I’d used him, crafted and molded him to meet my needs perfectly. In his mind I was where I was entitled to be. I smiled, the physical feeling my cock was experiencing was magnificent, I had taken ownership of a perfect fuck toy.

The fact this toy was ‘stuttering’, because his gonads had no relief path, wasn’t a massive problem. Fucking with his brain was enjoyable as well. Not like using him physically, but still fun. I’d watched on over the last ten or so days, as his nut pressure built. To be honest, peak desperation had arrived sooner than I’d expected.

Today, I was happy to indulge his experimental solution, but, if it didn’t work, we’d have to try something else. Otherwise, he’d fuck up something at work.

*

When he had himself arranged, and laboring to raise and lower himself, I realised he was trying new things. As he was ‘working’ my cock in and out, he was leaning far more to the left than usual. He was ‘stretching’ one side of his internal cavity. For me, the feeling was as good as usual, for him, he was just doing whatever it took.

Over twenty full minutes, he swapped out half a dozen approaches. I think the best was, where he concentrated precisely on his prostrate. Tiny movements up and down. There was no doubt about it, this guy was getting to know every nuance of his internals. It would serve him well into the future. 

Given his effort, I was reluctant to let on, that I was getting closer and closer to blowing. Every time he reset, he pushed me back, just not far enough for him to have unlimited rein. Suddenly, and almost without warning, I exploded. The disappointment rippled across his face, he wasn’t going to get to cum today.

He raised himself and lay to my side, if he was wet with sweat before, he was swimming in it now. I lay still, needing time to get over my spontaneous release.

*

It was time to act.

“Go downstairs and bring up a dinner plate.” I instructed, catching him by surprise, and confusing him. “One of those old blue ones.” I added.

He pulled himself up, and disappeared. When he returned, he had the item. I took it from him.

“This may work,” I started, not making myself any clearer, “but, I’m telling you right now. You don’t touch your cock.”

“Yes sir, I don’t understand, but I won’t touch my dick.” he replied.

While he’d been downstairs, I had retrieved his cage key.

To his astonishment, I reached forward and unlocked him. His cock sprung forth, the cage balancing on his knob only.

“Lay down on your side,” I said, pointing to the bed. With a bit of correction, he arranged himself. “Lift this leg up,” I directed, getting him to lift his top leg. “You can hold it up like that, or kink it down to rest on the bed top, or even your other leg.”

“Thing is, you have to be able to reach your balls from behind.” I continued.

Once he understood what his goal was, he made it happen.

His cock remained solid, jutting out from his body, his glans covered from the cage smeared pre-cum.

“Reach around and start ‘tapping’ your balls,” I directed, “just lightly, nothing more.”

Clearly, he was mega confused, but he did as he was told.

I intervened here and there, showing him exactly what to do.

“This is called the ‘tapping method’,” I finally revealed. “If you keep it up, just as you’re doing. In fifteen to twenty minutes, your balls will empty.”

“Sir, I’ll cum?”

“Sort of, your balls will unload, but you won’t orgasm cum,” I paused. “I know you don’t believe me, but your seed will flow out of you soft cock, almost like a white piss.”

“But it’s cum sir?” he questioned. I nodded.

“It’s all cum, and your balls will have never been so empty.”

He bit his lower lip in hope.

*

Seventeen minutes later, and two or three technique fixes, he announced something was happening.

He couldn’t keep the excitement from his voice.

I placed the plate in front of his flaccid meat, then moved his dick. I positioned its head to rest on the center of the dish.

Thirty seconds later the soft flowing cum stream, trickled out as foretold. I kept him working is balls for another five minutes. Eventually the flow dwindled to nothing.

I handed him his cage, and told him to re-lock.

I stood, and watched him ‘metal-up’. He had no problem, his cock remained as soft as a rice noodle.

When he was secure, I passed him the plate. It had collected a massive load.

“Lick that up,” I said, nodding to the mess, “all of it, if your owner lets you ‘tap’ empty. Everything that comes out of you, goes back in. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Have a shower, clean up, then come downstairs, we’ll talk about it then.” I suggested.