Sub encounter: Plumber

Later that night, I had to explain to Jane, why we now had two subs living under our roof.

“You can’t keep ‘collecting’ them,” she said, with mild frustration.

“I didn’t intend to collect any, let alone a second one,” I defended. “Or, rather, even if I did expect a second one, I didn’t expect this Todd guy.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Who was it meant to be?” she asked, as I kicked myself.

“I didn’t expect to have a second live-in sub,” I deflected. “But, you heard his story, what do you think?”

“I’m not arguing about him needing a place, we’ve done the right thing.” She paused, “I’m just letting you know; I’m not giving up my new sewing room, that’s all.” I smiled inwardly.

*

Over the following week, Todd spent a fair amount of his time in core recovery. He slept deeply and long, he ate to his fill, and focused on being at work on time. He decompressed emotionally, and started to come out of his cave. I thought Steve was correct, he was even more of a sub than Steve himself. Closely aligned in submissiveness to C1 and S1 I guessed. As his personality emerged, I realised he was going to fit in just fine. Training to expectations was going to be minimal.

With the arrival of their first full weekend, living in the house. Steve and Todd divided their chores equally. Now there were two hands, Jane transferred ironing and some food prep to the list. Todd lapped up the structure.

I didn’t know anything about his work, but was keen to understand how he was progressing with his warning.

“The boss said, I’m doing well,” he advised, “not good enough, to have my own apprentice, but enough to please them.”

“Has anyone said anything about your short shorts?” I asked.

“No sir,” he replied, “the guy’s noticed because I had new stuff, but not because it was short.”

“Ok, from now on,” I suggested, “you need to keep your eyes open for who needs their balls emptied.”

“Yes sir,” he replied cautiously. “What should I do if I find one?”

“Nothing, you come home and talk about it,” I eased, “you’re learning, that’s all.”

I watched, as he relaxed.

*

The following weekend, I was horny enough to nail him.

From what I could see, he’d made a physical recovery from his van living ordeal. I did acknowledge, the mental strain from being abandoned, would take longer.

By then he’d been in a cage for a fortnight. I could see that deprived of release; his balls were beginning to drive him crazy. While I planned to fuck his virgin hole, he was probably going to be allowed to blow. That would be a win win, for both of us!

On Saturday afternoon I had him on the bed, rimming me for all he was worth. Steve’s tutelage was doing wonders for his skill set.

I could have taken the scenic route to fuck, but I found myself keen to get myself lodged deep inside him. No point in wasting all that excitement, I mused. I set about taking his male-to-male cherry.

Arranging him on all fours, his lubed and finger stretched arse was beckoning just below me. I lent forward to drill into his brain.

“You know I already own your pussy arse boy?” I said with entitlement.

“Yes sir, I know,” he replied, full of nerves.

“Everything until now, has just been words’” I continued, almost ignoring him.

“Sir?” he had no idea how to respond.

It was Ok, it didn’t matter.

“Now it gets real,” I progressed. “Now I claim your dumb arse, and make it truly mine.”

“Sir?” he repeated.

“When you feel my cock taking your hole,” I continued, “your mind, your body, the rest of you, belongs to me.”

“Yes sir,” he said, weakly.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” I paused.

“Tell me to fuck you boy, or get the fuck out,” I delivered the final escape choice. “But, if you tell me to fuck, you’re mine.”

“Sir, I’m already yours,” he replied, clearly, and meaning it. “Please fuck me!”

I drilled him like there was no tomorrow. I pounded the fuck out of his hole!

I made every part of him my unquestioned property. It was fucken spectacular!

*

Later that evening I sat contemplating the day’s events. There was little doubt about it, Steve was in his home stretch. He would enter a long period of a stable sub lifestyle. Self-sufficient to a degree, the days of me guiding him this way or that were drawing to a close.

Todd was going to be a walk in the park by comparison. His very nature, destined him to be a sub who thrived on rigid structures of use, and deferring to the real men around him. If anything, I expected Todd would out-last Steve as a man serving unit.

In truth, I could release them into the wild now, and they would get by. I knew that I would be fucking them for years to come, but now there was none of the ‘developmental’ concern there had been at the start. I contemplated going down the ‘whoring out’ path like James had taken, but that would require too much intensive management for a guy my age. A guy who simply wanted fuck toys at the ready.

Content with my lot, and with empty balls, I slept like a baby.

*

The next morning, only Steve joined me for breakfast.

I raised an eyebrow, as he arrived.

“He’ll be down in a minute, he’s having a problem moving too quickly,” he smiled. “Nothing he won’t get over.”

I shrugged. Steve was right.

“I think he’s just happy to not be a virgin any longer,” he continued, “and, to have empty balls, of course!” more smiles.

“What was your weekly total?” I asked, switching subjects, and being genuinely curious.

“The week’s not over yet,” he smiled, suggestively, “but I’m up to thirteen, so far.” He said proudly.

“Impressive,” I praised, “how did you achieve that?”

“It was like you said,” he explained, “if the boys visit me at my site, I bend over.”

“You’re finally starting to automatically detect where you can help out the real men around you.” He nodded, “it’s good too, that the team is using you as their cum dump.”

He nodded, appreciating the comments, even though I was just stating the obvious.

“Actually, one of the site managers came looking for me, he wanted a non-standard sink,” he continued, extending the story. “Zak was fucking me when he walked in to the plumbing storage area.”

This was a new development, I thought.

“He went to leave, but Terry coxed him to stay,” he paused, “all three of them fucked me.”

“That’s good progress,” I acknowledged. “You could end up serving both your work, and your building sites.”

*

“Sir, can we fuck today?” he launched.

“If you want,” I teased.

“Maybe I can drain, sir?” he asked, hopefully.

“We’ll see,” I continued. “Go and do the cars, then get the garage stacked.” I directed, wanting him a little tired.

*

Mid afternoon, Steve arrived at my office door.

“You want me to rip your arse up?” I asked, not meaning it.

“Can we sir?” he asked, “when I get you off, can I drain my balls?”

“Boy, I know you’ll do the best job you can, so sure, we can drain you later,” I granted, generously.

He grinned broadly.  

We set about a repeat of the session a few weeks ago. He was full of, ‘lay here’, ‘turn this way’, etc.

I found I enjoyed being directed now and then, especially since it was all designed to deliver maximum stimulation to his anal cavity, and by default, my cock.      

When we got into it, I was having an excellent time. I’d only fucked last night, but good sex is good sex. As he had done previously, he was changing up his positions. Every time he did, I sunk back a little on the time to blow curve. It was frustrating but fun at the same time.

Seventeen minutes in, I picked up something was different from all the other times he had sex. This was a big deal, we had sex a lot! He was sitting on me, giving his hamstrings and glutes a workout as he raised and lowered himself. I watched on as his back became stiffer, his verbal utterances quietened, then silenced. His face took on a mask of disbelief. Before I could ask him what the fuck was going on, he emitted three almost primal muffled squeals. He came!

I was amazed as he was, but he had the good sense to keep working is ring up and down my shaft.

For a caged guy, he blew a huge load. It spurted and spluttered from his badly squashed cock head. Not the clear sprayed stream of a free man, but delivering the same utter release.

I immediately unloaded in his arse.

*

As we both toweled dry from our shower, I noted the calm that had descended over Steve. It was rare to see him so inwardly focused. I let him be.

*

After dinner, I was reclining in my office space. I was thumbing through a story on supposedly rare cars, and how ‘barn finds’ were being staged for TV. OMG! Is there no end to such wickedness! I mused to myself.

Suddenly Steve appeared at the door, asking could he chat.

Sure, the article was bullshit anyway!

“What’s up?” I questioned, thinking it would have to have something to do with this afternoon’s sex.

“Sir,” he said, taking the seat across from me. “This afternoon when we had sex, I blew in my cage.” He started. I nodded I was following.

“We’ve talked about it for so long, I don’t know if I ever believed it might happen.” He paused, “but it did.”

“How did it feel?” I asked, curious.

“It was amazing,” he confirmed, “not just the blowing part, the fact I can make it happen!”

“I know I’m reliant on the top, but I just feel so accomplished.” He declared.

Where the fuck did he find that word, I asked myself.

“When I went to the sex shop that time, I bought an extra item for myself.”

I remembered.

“I’ve been keeping it aside, until something special happened.”

“Ok,” I replied, encouraging him to keep going.

“It’s time to put it to use,” he said, holding the little box in his hand.

“But, I remember a long time ago, almost back at the start of my journey, you said something that I want to understand.” He paused.

“Ok,” I said again, “and what I said, has an impact on what’s in the box?” I nodded downwards.

“Not on the fact I want one, but maybe on this particular example.”

Two things flashed through my brain. What the fuck was in the box? And secondly, did this guy swallow a dictionary?”

“Let’s do it then.” I pressed. “Open the box, and I’ll tell you what I meant,” hoping I could.

He opened the box, the silver was bright against the velvet it sat on.

I instantly knew what I had said and why.

In a second I was transported back to the first day I met Steve.

In harmony with my reflections last night, I ticked off all the milestones.

Making him mine,

losing my sons to their own sub pathway,

James rising to ownership, me taking James’s hole.

Saving Steve from his housing shit hole, his blossoming at home, at work, 

Todd arriving on the scene and losing his cherry,

and finally, Steve blowing when caged.

I snapped back to the present, Steve sat silent, waiting.

“I said, cock rings are tricky," i paused, "they're tricky to get right.” I added, filling in the gap.

He beamed.

“Sir, you do remember!” he declared. I nodded I did.

“Why are they tricky?” I asked back.

“Sir, please tell me,” he panicked, maybe I wasn’t going to tell him, “I can’t work it out.”

“You mean no ideas?”

“The only thing I can think of is, the color might not match the skin tone,” he revealed, in what I thought was a good guess.

“Nah,” I squashed. “but, before I tell you. Know that the trickiness, isn’t going to really apply to you, it’s a free man thing.”

“Oh,” he said, perplexed, “even so, please tell me sir,” I nodded.

"It’s the sizing,” I relented, “if a ring looks good in a soft cock, it can look too small, even constrictive in a hard slab of meat.” I paused. “The same goes in reverse, if you cater for looks when your dick is hard.”

He nodded, relieved he finally understood.

“Why is it not really going to apply to you?” I asked. 

He paused to think.

“Because my cock is always going to be caged.”

*

That night, I slept knowing I’d reached somewhat of an end point.

Tomorrow Steve would have his cock punctured, attaching a physical marker to the moment.

It had been a sensational journey to this point. An unexpected revisit to my college years of stumbling across, training, and using subs. I’d fuck for years to come, but the uncovering, nurturing, and use, was executed with much more grace this time.

As usual, and I knew it, I was a lucky fuck!

The end.

*

Epilogue

In the years that followed, Simon’s prediction that he would be fucking his subs long into the future, turned out to be mostly correct. Steve went on to service his work crew, every building site he was assigned to, and a steady precession of historic real men, who just needed to get their rocks off regularly.

His weekly record peaked at forty-one, his standard weeks, typically a third of that. Able to blow caged, his metal stayed in place for months on end, his dick shrunk to a puny, two and a half inches.

Todd modeled himself on the example Steve set. Within two years, he had bulked to the same, almost perfect muscle form for his body size. He never reached the dizzying fuck numbers Steve achieved, but was proud of the fact that twenty three of his forty strong work crew had drilled him. Seventeen of them regularly. Todd’s dick dwindled to two inches.     

Two years after James qualified as a full mechanic, Sam announced he was exiting sub life, and stepping away from being a hooker. He and muscle Gus, had fallen madly in love, they were going to find a place together. Maybe Sam suggested, he would go back to uni to finish his degree? He did reconnect with Simon and Jane, as a long-lost son.

At the time C1 was content to stay in his lifestyle, he declared, for a few more years at least. He and his twin each had more than $108,000 in their accounts at that point. Chris continued to manage the investment portfolio for both of them, over the next decade he grew the investment pool to more than $1.2million. When S1 moved out, He and James relocated to a three-bedroom condo, closer to Chris’s customer base.

James bought into the mechanic shop as a business partner, three years after he became fully qualified. At thirty, he purchased the business outright. In a twist of karma, which he never spoke of, the once in a lifetime deal cost him his arse for a month, as he and his now former boss traveled Europe on a thirty-day, fucked at all stops vacation. James never felt inclined to revisit having a dick inside him.

Simon continued to use Steve and Todd as sex subs for years, even when they moved downstairs to take over the vacant basement apartment. Of course, it wasn’t lost on him that his two subs had ‘paired up’. He took solace that they’d look out for each other when he exited the situation. He was enormously proud that his youngest boy had managed to buy a business, but was shocked to deduce that he was paying for at least part of it with his hetero ring! He never mentioned it to James, but did smile to himself when the boy returned from Europe, walking like he’d spent a month riding a horse. Who knew, maybe he had?

In the year that followed Steve and Todd settling into pure sub-hood. The most unexpected encounter Simon experienced, took place on an afternoon where he had unusually driven to work. Returning to his car, he was annoyed to see a young punk, butt resting against the fender. Primed for a confrontation, Simon was astonished to find the ‘punk’ in question, was Justin from Steve’s work.

That encounter remains to this day, an untold story.

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