Sub encounter: Plumber

“Tapping, empties your balls, but that’s it,” I explained, twenty minutes later, as we sat at the kitchen table.

“No orgasm sir?” Steve asked.

“Do you feel like you’ve blown?”

“No sir,”

“But, you feel more relaxed? Like, you’re not thinking about how desperate you are, or were?” I asked, for confirmation.

“Um, I feel like I can think now.” He revealed, “it wasn’t like that. Yesterday and this morning, I felt like I was seeing everything through a fog. Is that normal sir?” he asked, concern bubbling just below the surface.

‘Normal’ is different for each person.” I suggested. “For you, I’d guess that when your balls are bursting, your brain doesn’t have capacity to do anything else.”

“That’s what it feels like sir!” he suddenly declared, as if we’d found the perfect description. “So, now your balls are empty, you’re back to how you usually are?” I asked.

“I feel fine,” he replied, “but, I’m still horny sir,” he added.

“Tapping doesn’t affect how horny you are,” I confirmed. “When you actually blow, it could reduce, but, you’re caged, so maybe not.”

“I stay horny all the time, sir?” he asked, cautiously.

“I guess so, doesn’t look like you’ll get to blow any time soon,” I paused, “until you get your hole up to speed, that is.”

“That sounds tough sir?” he posed, as an irritating half question.

“Maybe,” I responded, tersely, “but, you need to get your thinking straight.”

“You’re a dumb fuck sex unit. It doesn’t matter how horny or not you are.” I took a breath to labor the point, “what matters is you’re paying attention to the needs of the men around you.”

“You being horny, or straining in your cage, or having a sore arse, isn’t important. Not to you, or anyone else actually. You just need to stay focused on your purpose.” I stressed.

“But, you helped me unload my nuts sir?” he pointed out.

“Yes,” I agreed, “because your seed build up, was causing you to malfunction, badly. You had no control over whether or not you could do your duties.”

“I’d say we’ll have to ‘drain’ you every two to three weeks.” I prophesied, “it’s annoying, but we can’t change your physiology. We just have to work with it.”

Silence descended, thank fuck. Now we had found a solution that seemed to work, hopefully we were done with this rubbish.

“Sorry about the lawn sir, I didn’t know what was going on.”

I simply nodded.

“Let’s get out to the garage, and get your arse paddled red.” I stood, “then we can put this shit behind us.”

*

As we sat, pre-dinner, the day’s events had finally settled into recent mental history. After he had set the table, Steve collected a cushion from the couch, and sat while we waited for the roast beef to finish.

“You’ve settled?” I asked, in general terms.

“Yes sir, you were correct,” he responded, “I’m horny, but not crazy needing to unload.”

“It’s helped heaps. Thank you.”

“Like I said,” I assured, “understanding how your body works, is the key.”

He nodded, not adding anything,

“When your work mates get up to speed, it will get even easier,” I predicted, “need to get your arse loaded with a dozen or more loads a week. Then you’ll be on the road to finally being stable.”

He again, kept quiet.

“If you can softly arrange, to see them individually through the week, it might help for when Friday drinks arrive,” I suggested.

He looked at me quizzically.

“Like when Terry and Zak visit you on site,” I reminded. “Next time, bend over and plead for them to fuck you.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir,” he replied, finally able to mentally construct what I was saying.

Later that night I fucked him before I hit the sack. His arse cheeks were still a little red, but the heat had passed. As I left to retire, he had his first load of the week.

*

The next week passed without incident, Steve was calm, while I was focused on another round of business-case bullshit.

When Friday arrived, I was going to stay out of the whole end of week drinks routine. I would wait for Steve’s update, if he chose to share.

The next morning, we sat at breakfast.

“I was fucked by five of the team last night,” he said brightly. “Did you watch sir?” he asked.

“No, you’re on your own journey now boy,” I advised, “keep me updated though.” I smiled.

“So, with my three loads you’re up to eight this week.” I summarized. He nodded, “well, good work, keep your target at a dozen though,” more nodding.

Later as I stood from breakfast and reading the news on my tablet, I heard Steve finish the vacuuming upstairs. The clatter coming from the closet, would be him stowing the machine.

In a rare event for a Saturday, the front doorbell rang. I switched direction, reversing to see who it was. I opened the door to the guy I remembered as the young electrician. He was dressed in his work gear, but without his tool belt, I guessed he wasn’t actually working. Having said that, he was definitely more ‘disheveled’ than on his previous visit.

What the fuck was going on, I wondered, his now long blonde hair was a mess, he had at least a week’s facial growth, and his shorts and shirt were crumpled badly. Even for work gear, which was saying something.

“Boy,” I greeted.

“Sir,” he replied, then promptly looked at his feet. It seemed he couldn’t say anything.

“Spit it out boy, what is it?” I said, with directness.

“Sir,” he started, “sir,” He dropped to his knees and gripped me around my legs.

What the fuck!

“Sir, can I come in, sir?” he pleaded.

“Boy!” I called, in a tone that Steve would know was meant for him.

I immediately heard him padding down the stairs with haste. When he arrived in the hallway, he froze.

Blondie hadn’t moved, or released me.

“Hey,” I said firmly, snapping Steve out of it. He rushed to my side.

“Get this situation in hand.” I said, gesturing downwards. “Clean him up, come upstairs when you're done.” I disentangled myself from the boy’s loosened grip, allowing Steve to lean down and pull the guy to his feet.

I left them to it, retreating to the office.  

*

I paused at the top of the staircase, deciding to listen in.

“What’s your name man?” I heard Steve ask.

“Todd, sir,” the guy replied.

“Don’t call me sir, you dumb fuck!”

“Sorry, si..” Todd half responded.

“Ok, get on your feet.” He instructed, “dump your gear here. I’ll get some stuff from my room. I‘ll be back in a minute. Stay here!”

I moved to the office, and made it look like I’d been there all along. Steve flashed by the door as he went to his room, then flashed back twenty seconds later. He had his spare collar in his hand.  Although the talking had resumed, I couldn’t hear the specifics.

Then there was a trip outside.

Ten minutes later I heard the laundry kick into use.

Sounded to me like Steve was doing a full recovery?

More talk, the main bathroom, and chatter from within.

As the time ticked by, I had to admit I was becoming more and more curious. Despite efforts, I couldn’t put together a likely scenario. I decided it would make the reveal, all the more delicious, I smiled.

*

Around eleven, Steve knocked on my office door, asking to come in. He did.

Todd was like a new boy. Naked, washed, hair tied back, collared, with his pubes shaved and body hair clipped. I took a minute to study him.

Despite the minor makeover, he looked core exhausted.

“Where are we at?” I asked Steve.

“May I let the boy tell his story?”

“Sure.” I agreed.

Steve nodded, indicating to Todd he should start.

“Sir, I’m Todd, I’m nineteen, and an electrician.”

“So, you started work at fifteen?” I asked for confirmation, recognising he would have needed a four-year apprenticeship.”

“Yes sir, my father said I was old enough to be working. So, I found a trainee-ship.”  I nodded, so far, except for his father’s bullshit, no surprises.

I’d detected the slightest accent.

“Do you have an accent?” I asked, curious where he might originate from.

“Not directly sir,” he replied, “But my parents are Australian, we returned to live in Melbourne from when I was ten to thirteen, I’ve picked up a twang. It comes out sometimes,”

“Melbourne.” I repeated, testing the odd way he'd shortened 'borne' to 'bin'. “Ok keep going,” I encouraged.

“Sir, the last time I was here you invited me to come in, I got scared and ran away,” he continued.

“I remember,” I confirmed, “I also said you could come back if you needed to.”

“Yes sir,” he responded, as I noted his breathing rate increasing.

“Sir, a few days after my visit here. I told my parents I was gay,” he paused, his heart rate clearly rocketing.

“They exploded, abused me, then gave me three days to get the fuck out!” he revealed.

“I didn’t know what to do?” he paused, “I went back ten days later to talk."

"But, they'd returned the house to the rental agent, and moved out.”

“Moved, in a week," I confirmed, disbelieving, "to where?” I asked.

“I don’t know sir,” probably Australia. They have a heap of properties there. ”He burst out crying.

“Sir, I still don’t know what to do.” He pushed on, his speech punctuated with halting, sob laden breaths.

He couldn’t continue, he collapsed into himself.

I stood and came around the desk, he was utterly self-destructing before our eyes. An abandoned boy, completely lost.

Part of me realised he was on auto-pilot, he had no idea of how he'd found himself standing here. I reached out and pulled him into a firm bear hug. I hung on tightly as his body convulsed through a massive emotional release. I motioned to Steve with my head to join and hug as well. He did instantly, and with great sensitivity.

The three of us remained locked in place, until the storm within reduced, then dwindled to snuffles.

When the tempest had passed, he took some internal time.

*

As he regrouped, we released.

I made sure we took a moment to move on. The episode was over for the time. I looked for something mundane. 

“Steve, could you get us three sodas,” I instructed, as an attempt to normalize the situation.

The three cans hissed in succession.

“So where have you been living?” I asked, moving us along.

“In my work van Sir,” he replied.

“How is that?” I asked.

“Terrible sir, everything is shit,” he replied, “my sleep, my eating, my work.”

“Work?” I asked, seeing a real problem.

“I haven’t told work,” he advised, “but, they gave me a warning this week. I have to lift my game.”

He put his head down, “I know I do.”

“Ok, so the basics of the story are covered?” I asked him directly.

“Yes sir,”

“Good, Steve, what do you think?”

“Sir, Todd here is dumb as a brick, maybe even dumber than me.” He started, clinically.

I watched Todd, he didn’t react. Maybe Steve was on the money?

“He’s a sub at heart,” he continued. “but, he doesn't know what to do, and he's got no one to help."

“So, if it was up to you, you’d save him?” I asked.

“Yes sir, definitely.” I’d rarely seen Steve so convinced. I was proud of him.

*

I stood and moved to the desk front. I parked myself, resting my butt on the desk edge. I waved him forward. He shuffled up. I reached out and took his flaccid dick in my grip. Based on his shrunken length, I figured he'd be a tad smaller than Steve at full throttle.

He shifted his stance uncomfortably, but didn't pull back.

I began to slowly work his meat, he firmed, rapidly.

"Before we do anything, you need to be clear on some stuff, stuff that will help you make a choice," I advised, “you listening?”

“Yes sir,”

“Good, you can stay here,” I started, “we have the room, and we know how to house, train and use subs. Follow?”

“Yes sir, thank ..”

“Wait,” I interjected, “if you stay here, I'll be fucking you, a lot," I declared.

"Yes sir," he replied, a little shaky. Me working his hardening erection, was affecting him.

I withdrew my grip.

“Sir,” he said, carefully, his head down. “Sir, um, I’ve never been with a guy.”

“You’re a virgin?” I asked.

“I’ve had sex with two girls,” he replied, “but, I wasn’t very good, they kept saying my aim was off.” He blushed.

“A common problem.” I ventured.

“Sir, I want to learn, can you teach me?”

“We can get to that.” I assured.

*

"How many people work for your company?" I asked, seemingly going random.

"Um, forty sir."

"Ok,” I paused, “Just so you know, a fair number of the guys at your work, will also be fucking you."

I watched him swallow.

"Later, you can ask Steve how it works." I suggested, seeing Steve nodding to the side.

“I want to make sure you know what lays ahead.” I cautioned, he nodded.

"The point is, you suck and bend over when you're told." I paused, to let it sink in.

"Yes sir," he replied with a little less confidence.

I shifted, before again reaching forward, this time taking his balls in a complete grip.

I felt him tense. I lowered my tone to just above a whisper.

"If you misbehave, you'll be leaving, no return," I tightened my grip, not enough to hurt, just to make the point.

"If you choose to stay, and it's a choice," I reaffirmed. "Know this, you'll be Owned, in every way."

I took a breath.

"Do you understand everything I said?" I asked, bluntly.

"Yes sir, yes sir," he chirped.

I released his balls, stood and returned to sit.

When I again made eye contact, he'd broken out in a definite sweat.

"Todd, do you want to stay?” I asked for confirmation.

“Yes sir, please sir,” he teared up again.

*

"Ok," I said as I fixed Steve in my gaze, "go through his van, throw out any shit, he doesn't need."

"Next, move what he's keeping into C1's old room. "

"Why were you wearing your work gear this morning?" I asked Todd, directly. "On a Sunday?"

"Um, my parents threw most of my clothes away, I only have what happened to be in my laundry bag."

“Go to Hallmart, kit him out like you did for yourself." I instructed Steve, "do it in one trip though, not two." He nodded.

"Then get his haircut, I'll text you a pic of the style." More nods.

"Sir, I haven't any money, my parents took my accounts," he stressed, "I opened a new one, but I don't get paid until the middle of the month." 

"Steve can explain how it works," I dismissed, as he looked downwards, I thought he was going to cry again.

“Last thing,” I said as I rummaged around in the desk drawer, finding what I was looking for. I put the larger of Steve’s two spare cock cages on the edge. “Get this fitted,” I instructed Steve, later tonight you can teach him dousing 101.”

Steve picked up the metal cage and nodded.

“Time you boys were out of my sight.