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I write stories under the pen name Peircedskin and thought I'd post them on here, along with other stories and stuff I find interesting. I'm not writing at the moment, so don't expect too much in the way of updates, just think of this as an archive site rather than an active regularly posted site. Sometimes I'll reblog other peoples stuff that I like. Hopefully you'll like it too I'm on facebook as Enforcer Ade if you want to add me :)

[peircedskin]

Not asking a question, just saying I’m thrilled that you liked my photo!!

Been a fan of your prose!

Cheers mate

[peircedskin]

Damn I love your stories - particular the one with stretched piercings - lobes, nostrils, septum, conches, labrets, tattoos, trash - so so so hot. Thank you I hope you will publish more. From a tatted, pierced, leather, biker dude myself

Thanks mate 😁

[bluecollarmcandtf]

The New Garbageman

Lance slowed from his run and glanced at the trash compactor sitting outside his apartment complex. He needed to catch his breath, but he hated being so close. The young man gave a disdainful look to the laborer who seemed wholly unbothered by his choice in career. 'Some men are just meant for menial crap like this,' he thought to himself, 'God knows I wouldn't be caught dead doing it.'

The jogger looked straight ahead as he passed, not wanting to make eye contact with the sucker lugging away a week's worth of his building's refuge. Lance thought the smell alone was enough to make him gag, but he was even more disturbed by the garbageman's indifference to the squishy contents leaking all over his clothes.

'At what point is that worker just considered trash himself?' Lance pondered with a grimace.

Just as he was about to escape into the entrance of the complex, a sharp ripping noise sounded behind him, followed by a clamour of things crashing to the ground.

Lance made the mistake of looking back, seeing a huge mess scattered across the sidewalk. It looked like a garbage can had exploded and now there was rotten food and crumpled papers everywhere, but that damn sanitation worker had vanished!

"The hell!" Lance shouted in anger, but his rage didn't last long.

A sudden pain stabbed him in the back and he crumpled to the ground like all the garbage had moments before. Everything went black...

Lance shook off the daze and found himself leaning against one of the garbage bins. The pain in his back didn't feel as acute anymore. All he could feel was an unusual warmth spreading from where he had been stung.

"Where is that goddamn garbage man," he growled, wincing at the litter surrounding him. He was ready to give that idiot a piece of his mind.

He put his hand on the concrete in an attempt to get himself up, but was surprised by the feeling of gloves over his fingers. Lance stared at his gloved palms with total confusion. He was sure as hell that he didn't put those old worn things on!

Then he noticed his shoes. They weren't the sneakers he'd been jogging in moments before. They were some kind of work boots!

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, wondering if he'd actually been knocked out and robbed.

Lance pushed his fears aside and began climbing to his feet, but as he did, he noticed something had appeared over his shoulders!

"Where'd this come from?" he cried, becoming more and more angry as articles of clothing just kept appearing on his body.

He was positive this dirty old jacket didn't belong to him. It was covered with stains and reeked like a public bathroom. Lance had a habit of always keeping his clothes freshly laundered and fragranced. He wouldn't even wear jeans two days in a row without washing them, so what was this raggedy work jacket doing in his back?

Lance frantically started to pull the thing off, but it seemed stuck on his waistband or something. No amount of thrashing could get him to pull the thing over his head!

He moaned in frustration and threw his fists down angrily. Then, he noticed why the jacket wouldn't come off. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at. The jacket was attached to the new pants he had on!

Lance shouted out in a state of confused panic. "Help!" he cried, not knowing what else to do, but even if someone did come over, what would he tell them? They'd never believe that his clothes were magically being replaced!

He couldn't even bring himself to look down at what he was wearing. Gone were his running shorts and tank top. In their place, a gross old jumpsuit had enveloped his body. Lance was struck by the itchiness of the course material, but he was even more horrified by how damp it felt against his skin. He didn't want to know what liquid those coveralls were saturated with; oil, sweat, or something even worse?

Lance couldn't find his phone in any of his new attire's pockets. He didn't know what was going on, but he was about to start screaming if he didn't find out soon. His breathing intensified while his heart raced out of his chest. He could feel the panic attack coming.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped...

That warm feeling in his back had washed over his entire body and told every tense muscle to relax. Lance's heart rate eased and his breathing slowed. The confusion, worry, and panic in his face was gone: a numb expression sat in its place.

Lance didn't understand why he had suddenly become so calm. Internally, he was still disgusted, horrified, and outraged, but he couldn't deny how relaxed his body had became.

Finally able to gain his bearing, the former jogger climbed up from the ground and gave his new outfit another look.

"What the hell is this thing," he wondered, but his voice had a comparatively lifeless tone.

Lance studied the clothing. The boots were caked with dirt and grime. He could feel his feet sweating inside them. In fact, his entire body felt like it was being cooked. He was completely covered from the neck down with some pretty heavy duty work wear. It was all clothing he would never be caught dead in, yet it looked kind of familiar.

Suddenly it, clicked.

"I'm dressed a goddamn garbage man," Lance spoke again with a monotoned voice.

Then his mouth moved on its own, "I am a garbage man."

The words chilled him to the core. He had not meant to say them! That warm feeling that started in his back had moved to his throat and taken over.

Before he knew it, his hands were moving on their own too. They were picking up the trash littered around him! His legs moved to, crawling his body across the concrete, and Lance couldn't do anything to stop himself.

His mouth wouldn't open when he tried! He wanted to scream! His arms and legs weren't doing what he wanted either. He was trapped in his own body! Lance couldn't speak; he couldn't run; he couldn't hide; he couldn't even panic. His own heart beat at a steady pace like he was the calmest man in the world! His lungs systematically drew in breath after calm breath, and his face was locked in an empty look of indifference...

Lance would have to get used to being around the trash. He was a garbageman now...

One Year Later...

Lance had never imagined he'd be trapped as a garbage collector for this long. His body hadn't let him look back once since he walked away from his old life. Who knows what happened to his apartment and family. He'd long since given up on the idea of ever going back to his old life.

His days were now spent being puppettered to take out other people's trash. It was disgusting hard work that he got no thanks for, but that didn't matter. He wasn't in control of his body, and his body just kept lugging rank bags of garbage day after day after day.

He'd been subjected to millions of dirty looks as people caught sight of him. Lance knew he must seem pathetic. He was sure he smelled even worse. How could anyone respect a man like him? Even after a year, his face still burnt red when someone looked grossed out by him.

The discomfort of his uniform has become normal to Lance. It was itchy and humid under there, which made sense since it hadn't been washed in the all the time he'd had it on.

Well, that wasn't entirely true...

Every night after work, his body would hop on the garbage truck and get dropped off at the sanitation department's parking garage. There he and the rest of the garbage crew would hose each other down. It didn't do much other than make him cold, but at least he got that.

After the makeshift shower, he and the rest of the guys would file into the garage. Lance assumed that every one of the laborers were being used as puppets like him, because they appeared just as numb and lifeless as he did. There was no chummy chitchat; there were no friendly waves or claps on the back; hell there wasn't even a smile or frown on any of their faces.

All the garbagemen acted like robotic slaves for unpaid labor, which is exactly what they were.

Lance's theory was that when he'd felt that pain a year ago, he'd had some sort of Syfy-futuritic-techno crap inserted in his back. It had to be controlling his actions. He could feel it on his spine, sending signals to the resto for his body for how to behave.

It was just a theory. He couldn't prove or disprove anything when he had no autonomy over his own body.

So he was stuck seeing himself play out the same awful routine everyday. 'At least the day's almost over,' he thought to himself. At least he could still dream of a life where he didn't wear this disgusting uniform and pick up garbage all day.

Lance's body joined the rest of the men on the floor. This was where they spent their nights. Whoever was controlling them was clearly too cheap to buy them beds let alone showers or laundry machines

It usually got pretty bleak in there: a whole room of men that aren't allowed to talk or interact outside of working together. There was nothing else to do but sleep, so Lance slid down to the concrete and closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever be anything other than a smelly garbageman ever again.

He thought back to his old life, dreaming about that last morning run he'd gotten before all this happened. He fantasized about what would have happened if he'd just ran around the block one more time.

Would he have avoided this fate or was he just destined for menial crap like this?

Thanks for the Ask, workgearfan

[captainlondonman]

STUDENT TO WORKIE

‘Dave, can you deliver this present to my father when you are back in town.’

Tony asked.

Dave had been spending the weekend with his friend in his university town. and was on his way home.

‘Sure thing mate,’ Dave replied. ‘I haven’t seen your father for years’

‘Neither have I much as he and Mum rarely speak.’

‘What does he do?’

‘Something in the building sector. He should be around in the evening. I’ll give you the address. Just hand it over on the doorstep and anyway I’m sure he won’t even ask you in. He is a bit rough but to be honest he buggered off soon after I was born. Never remarried, probably because he is so difficult.’

The day after getting home, Dave took his bike and went round to the address given by his friend. Ringing the doorbell he heard a deep voice shouting from the other side.

‘No need to push so fucking hard I heard you.’

The door flew open and standing in front of Dave taking up most of the doorway was a man with full HiViz kit. This was not what Dave was expecting.

Something in the building sector, Dave thought he would be a bit like himself a Surveyor. But standing in front of him was a well built hunk of a man wearing only a HIViz waistcoat his large hairy chest from neck down showing, with a slight beer belly pushing out over his workgear trousers. The waistcoat was back enough to show a pair of nipples that looked unreal as if they had been pulled out to be large and juicy. Both arms were hairy and covered in tats all the way down to is wrists which then a fat hands with nails ingrained with dirt. The man had a thick moustache and unshaven around the chin, his hair cut to a No 1.

‘Christ’ thought Dave h’ow can this be Tony’s father. No wonder they hardly talk. Who’d want this guy as a father?’

‘Who the fuck are you,’ the man said staring at Dave

‘Er, I’m a mate of Tony and he asked if I would drop by and give you a present. I suppose it’s your birthday.’

‘I get a present once a year from that little shit and he never bothers to contact me. Mind you I ain’t any better. He’s a right little ponce thinking he is much better than me. I suppose you are also a little mister big shot eh?’.

‘I don’t think Tony is at all like that and a bit unfair of you to say that.’

‘Oh a right little mouthy are you?’

‘Well I suppose if you have cycled across town you might as well come in and have a beer. I have just opened a bottle for myself.’

As Dave walked into the kitchen he could smell the man, unwashed and a smell of stale ciggies. The guy handed Dave a bottle and said

‘Want a ciggie?’

‘No I don’t smoke.

‘Well all workies like a good smoke so if you don’t mind I will.’ he said lighting up.

‘So tell me a bit about yourself.’

Dave explained how he knew Tony and how he was studying surveying.

‘So you are the posh guys that come on site and tell me what to do eh.’ The man said laughing. ‘Anyway I am Pete which you probably know from my son. Not like me is he. Probably like his ma all slim and pretty, a bit like you eh?’

‘I wouldn’t describe myself as pretty.’

‘Well you’re hardly man mountain are you?’

The two guys continued to talk and had another beer and then another till Dave said ‘I think I need to get back but after all these beers can I go for a pee please.’

‘Just before you do let me get you a HiViz waistcoat as its now dark and you are on a bicycle. Hold on.’

A minute later Pete returned with a dirty Hi Viz waistcoat.

‘There you are, the bathroom is just next door.’

Dave went in and could smell pee and saw piss marks around the rim of WC. It all looked pretty untidy and then his eye caught sight of a jockstrap hanging out of a dirty laundry basket.

Normally Dave would have turned his nose up in disgust but there was something so manly and uncouth about Pete that he could not resist touching the jockstrap. It was covered in piss marks and as he handled it he could almost feel it slightly crusty as though it was died cum.

Before he knew what he was doing he stuffed the jockstrap into his pocket feeling his cock start to stir in his chinos. 

‘Shit I’d better get out before my cock is stiff.’

With the jockstrap in his pocket he walked back into the kitchen and thanked Pete for the HIViz.

‘Not a prob mate, bring it back any time I’m sure I’ll see you again’. he smirked.

Once home Dave for some reason kept his HiViz on, he wanted to keep it on but most of all when he took the stained jockstrap out of his pocket he wanted so much to smell it. He instinctively put it over his head and brought the deep yellow stained pouch down over his face rubbing it all over  as he took deep breaths. The odour of dried piss was overwhelming as he pressed the material tight against his nose. He could feel the dried cum brush against his face. The smell was intoxicating, it was almost making him dizzy but it so excited him knowing that this jockstrap belonged to his friend’s father, the uncouth workie, the beer swilling cigarette smoker with the hairy body and his HiViz gear. As he breathed deeper and deeper so the blood rush moved down to his cock. It was ramrod hard and he had got so excited the precum was oozing out of the tip. He smothered his face with the jockstrap feeling the stench become part of his face. He wanted to smell, he wanted to be dirty like Tony’s father. Shit the man was so fucking sexy even with his large belly but all that hair and unsahevn look was such a turn on. Knowing it was his best friends’ father made it even better. As he sucked the jockstrap so he could feel the piss and dried cum soften he let the taste run down his throat..His hand was now wrapped around his dick. The more he sucked at the jockstrap the more his hand slid up and down the shaft.

‘Shit I want Tony’s dad .I want to suck and fuck with the bloody workie.’

As the throbbing came to a climax he shouted

‘I only want fucking workies.’ And with that he shot his load over the floor whilst almost gagging with the jockstrap down his throat taking in every bit of piss and cum.

Without cleaning his dick he put on the jockstrap so the last few drops of his cum mixed with Tony’s father’s piss and cum. His cock immediately got hard again but Dave wanted his cock encased in the dirty jockstrap and he could feel his shaft rubbing against hardened piss and cum. It felt good to be wearing it and he put the Hiviz waistcoat back on and went to bed feeling almost as if he was part of Tony’ father workie body. He woke up the next day and stretched but as he did so he thought his body felt slightly different. Looking at himself there was a change but he could not quite understand what the difference was. He looked as if he had been working out a bit, there was more definition to his muscle arms and even the beginning of a 6 pack. His shoulders had widened a bit and the bulge within his jockstrap seemed a bit larger. He decided not to shower but kept the jockstrap on. He liked feeling dirty and having the older man’s piss make its smell . When he put his T shirt on he put the waistcoat back on.

There was something about Tony’s father that was drawing him to go back. The main was uncouth, a dirty workie with a high body smell.. Someone that Dave would quickly walk by, but it seemed odd but he found the man had a sexual power and thinking of him standing there with his bare hairy chest had his cock rigid. It was like a magnet but how could he go back. He decided he could make the excuse of returning the HiViz waistcoat and by going back a few hours later he reckoned he was being polite. Shit what would Tony think if he knew that Dave was getting off thinking about his father and wearing the filthy jockstrap.

He knocked on the door at the same time as the previous day and when the door opened Pete just smiled. He was wearing the same HiViz jacket with his hairy chest protruding but this time he was wearing a dirty very stained pair of joggers  which his belly fell over as well as a mud stained pair of rubber boots up to his knees. When the door opened Dave almost had to step back with the smell.

‘I thought you might be back sometime. Sorry about the turn out mate but it’ been a busy day down in sewers. Stinks a bit eh, but you quickly get used to it. Better than any aftershave’ he smirked. He waved Dave it and Dave could see that Pete’s hands were still filthy and probably covered in sewer shit.

‘I just wanted to return your HIViz.’

‘You can keep it. You can always try to wash it and get rid of all the stains. Anyway come in and have a beer.  The kitchen stunk of sewage But to Dave’s surprise the more he smelt it and was repulsed the more he started to take deeper breaths and found his crotch was responding and stiffening under his chinos. ‘Christ how could I like this bloody awful smell ‘he thought ‘but its turning me on.’

‘You told me you don’t smoke but if you have a beer with me you really should have a puff. It helps the stink in here. What say you eh?’

Dave didn’t even consider saying no, he almost instinctively took a ciggie out of Pete’s pack.

‘That’s better, let me light it for you.’

Having never smoked before Dave found he knew exactly what to do and he held the ciggie just like Pete drawing deeply and exhaling a large cloud of smoke.

‘See I told you . All real men smoke mate. Talking about real men, you seemed to have bulked up a bit. I thought you and Tony looked a pair of wimps but today you look better. Perhaps it’s the HiViz waistcoat, ha ha.’

Pete came forward to give Dave a can of beer and standing in front of him at eye level Dave could make out a long line of cock stretching down one side of the joggers. He was clearly commando.

As Dave took his first gulp, with Pete still standing in front of him staring down.

‘So you stole my jockstrap did you?’

Dave almost spat out his mouthful of beer

‘Don’t give me a fucking excuse boy. I left it out knowing full well what you would do. You couldn’t resist it could you, all nice a crusty and yellow stained with my piss. Bet when you got home the first thing you did was have a massive wank eh. Thinking of me wearing it no doubt. You liked the idea of Tony’s dirty workie of a dad wearing it The problem is mate that I ain’t got anything under me joggers so me cock has been bouncing around all day and the more it moves around inside the more horny I become.

As he said this he put one hand down inside his joggers and stroked the full length of his cock moving forward to stand right in front of Dave. As he took his hand out the cock was like a rigid pole tenting outwards and a small stain of precum showed itself through the cotton.

‘Bet you got my jockstrap on now. Admit it.’

‘Er yes.’

‘And bet you love it and don’t want to take it off.’

Dave was silent.

‘Well if you steal something then you have to pay back.’

Dave’s eyes were glued to the crotch with Pete’s erection forming a good 8inch tent. Pete put down his beer and with one hand slipped his hand down his belly and into the joggers, pulling out a massive erect prick. Dave could not believe it, the guy was wearing a thick steel cock ring, making every vein of his shaft stand out almost pulsating. As the cock sprang out so the foreskin was pushed back revealing a large glistening head. The slit of the cock was straight in front of Dave’s face and he could smell the unwashed cock.

‘So you take from me and now you pay back. You love the smell of my piss stained jockstrap so now you can suck the real thing, unwashed and smelling of several days of piss. Don’t think you are just going to lick my tool, you are taking the full length down that throat of yours.’

Dave could smell the rank cock in front of his face but the smell was like an aphrodisiac. It made him so horny and he knew the only thing he now wanted was to have the massive cock all the way down his throat

‘What are you fucking looking at. You don’t give blowjob just looking boy.’

Pete grabbed hold of Dave’s hair and pulled him in. For a moment Dave almost gagged at the smell but at the same time he wanted to savour the stench of the cock before swallowing it down his throat.

‘I want you to take the whole throbbing fucking length of my dick so your mouth is pressed up against my cock ring and you can taste the metal.’ With his free hand Pete wrapped his dirty hand around his shaft and pushed it to force Dave’s mouth open.

‘That’s it boy take my fucking stinking cock. Open yer mouth nice and wide.

As Dave opened his lips he felt the precum tip of cock force its way into his mouth and the smell of piss rode up through his nostrils. The more he smelt the piss the wider his mouth opened. 

Pete still held tight Dave’s hair pushing his head further and further up to take more and more of the throbbing shaft.

‘You love my cock don’t you. Wonder what Tony would think of you gagging to give his father a blow job. Not such a prissy boy now are you taking a workie’s dirty cock all the way down yer throat.’

Dave let his saliva work overtime to allow the cock to sink further and further into his throat.

The idea of sucking off Tony’s father was even more of a turn on. By now Dave’s cock was sore it was so hard in the jockstrap but he was so engaged in sucking he could not unzip himself.

‘Don’t even think of wanking yerself. I want all your concentration on my big cock.

‘That’s good boy I can feel my prick sliding down the back of your throat.. Nice and big for you. Not really a pay back though as you are loving it. Now I can see your lips touching my cockring. Feel the metal pushing against you and now you have the full length and can feel my precum slipping down inside you. It’s time to thrust this dick up and down inside that throat of yours.’

Dave did not need to be told what to do. With his mouth fully into Pete’s thick hairy bush, the piss smell ran through his body down to his own cock and the jockstrap was nearly ready to burst inside him. Pete took hold of Dave’s head with both hands and gripping him he started to move his prick back and forth at first slowly so he could savour Dave’s spit around his shaft.

‘You fucking know how to suck. Bet you have only ever sucked a boy off before but now you are giving a good workie blowjob. Keep your spit going boy as I love pumping you.’

Pete pushed in and out with greater speed taking his head almost to the edge of Dave’s lips so he could feel his helmet ridge on the point of coming out and then he rammed back in right up to his pubes. Faster and faster he pumped and the more he pumped the more Dave wanted.. 

‘Shit boy you are fucking great I am ready to fucking explode.’

With that Pete withdrew his cock grabbing his spit covered shaft and shed his thick white creamy cum over Dave’s face and down the front of his T shirt.

‘That’s it boy lick it all up around your face.’ 

Dave could feel the cum dripping down his chin onto his shirt. 

Having all the cum over him was too much for Dave’s cock and he exploded his load into Pete’s jockstrap the cum oozing out through the cotton and through his chinos forming a large stain in his groin.

‘Fucking great. That’s what I call a blowjob.’ Pete said and looking down at Dave and saw the large cum stain on his chinos.

‘Looks as if you enjoyed it too mate. You can’t go home looking like that all my cum on your shirt and now that nice big stain on your trousers.’

Strip off and I’ll get you something to go home in. But keep my jockstrap on as a minder as you obviously love it.’

Pete came back in with a Hi Viz short sleeved shirt and a pair of De Walt  grey workgear trousers , both covered in mud and grease marks.

They ain’t clean but at least better that all that cum. Go on and the get the fuck out of here and you can take a can of beer and this pack of ciggies with you.’

As Dave put on the gear thrown at him he could smell how much they had been used and it was as if they had been down the sewers with Pete. For a second Dave thought it would be better to wear his own gear but the smell of what he had been given was good and made him feel more like a man.

Pete looked at him. ‘They look for now as if they are a bit big but don’t worry about that. Keep the Hi viz waistcoat, tell you what, you are looking a bit more like a workie. So why don’t you come a see me at work and see that you think. It’s in Bank Street and you will see the portacabin. Come later tomorrow afternoon. OK?’

It seemed more of a command to Dave rather than something to consider. Besides, that had been the best blowjob ever and even now Dave could still smell the man’s cum as well as his piss and now the sewage smell of the borrowed clothes

‘I’ll bring this gear back to you.’

‘That’s up to you. So now get off I need a few beers after this.’

When Dave got home  the first thing he did was open the beer and slurp it down. There were 5 ciggies left in the packet Pete had given him. He was desperate to smoke them all just the way Pete had done. He hoped by smoking them all his hands would look covered in nicotine, just like Pete. He now loved puffing. Why the fuck had he never smoked before. In all the workie gear it seemed only natural to smoke, right down to the tip. He had decided to keep the clothes on when he went to bed. He wanted to feel  the Hiviz against his skin and he liked the smell of the gear he had been given. The clothes did seem a bit large but so what? The next morning he work up and the smell hit him. It felt great and when he got out of bed to look at himself he could not believe it, the clothes were no longer big but a snug fit, the yellow HiViz shirt was tight against his chest showing off a true 6 pack, the arms were bulging with muscles. He looked at the De Walt trousers. They were no longer too long but he seemed to have grown 4 inches and were now nice a tight around his crotch showing a decent bulge. He was almost looking like a workie but his hair was still that floppy fringe though he thought he seemed to have a darker heavier growth around his face. When he went to piss and opened up his flies to take his cock out from the jockstrap it seemed so tight in the jockstrap. The first thing to hit him was the rancid smell of piss and cum and then as he flipped his cock out to pee his cock was now thicker, really thick where it jutted out of his now dark really hairy pubes with a long foreskin sliding over his helmet.

‘Fuck’ he said ‘this looks a whopper. A real workie cock’

After breakfast we knew there was a place he needed to go to. The barbers. He chose a place he knew was frequented by the local workies having seen then sitting waiting for a cut with all their Hiviz gear on. There were a couple of guys being cut when he went in all in their HiViz They looked round and one said.

‘You’ve been down a fucking sewer mate. Doing a real dirty job eh.?’

Dave just smiled and sat down. One guy was then finished and left so Dave sat in the chair. The barber said

‘So what do you want?’

The other workie said “Get rid of that stupid long hair for a start’

Dave knew what to say. ‘I want you to take a razor to the sides and then cut the top to give me a full chav cut with a really short straight cut across the forehead.’

‘That’s it mate give him a real chav cut . Then he will start to look like a workie.’

The barber took the razor and gave a number one cut going on to give a real pudding bowl cut to his top.

Even the barber said, ‘That’s better mate I think we all agree this suits your clothing and as you are a workie then you need to look like one.’

The other workie got out the chair and leant over to whisper into Dave’s ear.

‘Great bod you go there mate Would like to see a bit more of that sometime. You could do with a few tats. I go to a place just right for a new boy. Gimme yer phone and I’ll give you my number. Us workies need to stick together.’

Dave handed his phone over as the guy typed in his number. As he did Dave looked at the guys crotch which had a good bulge showing in his Hi Viz.

As the guy handed back the phone he again whispered

‘I see what yer looking at. You won’t be disappointed. By the way I like yer smell a real turn on for us workies.’ And with that he paid and left the shop.

The barber smiled as he finished Dave off .’Think you have made a conquest there. That’s what a good chav haircut has done for you.’

Dave looked in the mirror, with his chav haircut and those muscles he really did look like a workie. Gone was the prissy student. He now wanted to go and show his friend’s father his new look so walked down to Bank Street and saw the portacabin door open.

Looking inside he saw Pete sitting at a desk who looked up and spluttered

‘Christ what a change in you boy. Thank fucking Christ you are now looking the part. A real little chavvy workie eh. See those rubber boots over there put them on. They are nice a dirty but that won’t matter when I take you down into the sewer. Also put the hard hat on, need to be safe. I’ll put a torch on mine so lets go. Dave caught sight of himself with the full kit on and with such a covering of mud on his clothes and the hard hat he could hardly believe the change.

Pete opened up the manhole and told Dave to climb down the ladder into the bottom tunnel. Once both were down Pete switched on the torch. The first thing Dave was aware off was the smell but it was only a stronger version of how he smelt. He breathed it in and found his cock starting to rise.

‘Like the smell now don’t you ‘Pete said. ‘Turns me on every time I am down here.’

Before Dave could reply Pete grabbed hold of Dave and spun him round pressing him up against the wall of the tunnel. Leaning in against Dave’s back Pete whispered in his ear. ‘You and I have some unfinished business. Its payback time again. First you steal my jockstrap but now you owe me for making you a man and Christ you now look fucking horny. And don’t tell me that having my dirty cock down yer throat you don’t want it up that nice bubble butt of yours. I know the idea of being fucked in a sewer by a real man turns you on.’

Pete took his big rough hands and let them ride over Dave’s cheeks and then placing his hands around Dave’s waist unbuttoned the workgear trousers pulling them down to his knees. Dave was now unable to move

‘I wanna fuck you with the jockstrap on, my jockstrap. Now stick that nice arse of your out to take my prick. ‘

As Dave did as commanded so Pete undid his flies and flipped his sweaty cock out letting a large godbof spit onto the shaft

‘I’m nice and sweaty after working down here today and you can feel that stick of my dick going right up to the hilt in yer arse.’

Dave now only wanted to be fucked Since giving Pete the blowjob he knew that he had to be fucked by this monster tool. Shit what could be better that being fucked in a sewer by his best friend’s father.

‘Go gentle will you please.’

‘That arse of yours could take a baseball bat so quit the pathetic tone with me. You had my cock rammed in your mouth so you managed that no prob. Then you can take my prick up inside you.’

Dave felt his cheeks being parted as Pete pressed against him. His cock searching for the hole

‘Nice big hole you got there mate. No probs taking my dick or perhaps you’d prefer the baseball bat?’

‘No just let me have your cock. Make me feel like a real workie being fucked.’

Dave could feel the spit on Pete’s head finding the hole and then the push. For a moment he winced as the head found its way into the hole. But once past he was ready for the full length of Pete’s shaft.  As Pete pushed his tool up the hole he put one hand to his mouth releasing a large gob of spit then put his arm around Dave’s head smearing the spit all over his face before wiping the dirt and muck off the wall in front of Dave and wiping that on top of the spit.

‘Now you look like a real dirty workie who has been down the sewer. Your vface all covered in sewer shit and spit. Bet you like the smell of my spit and the muck eh?’ 

‘Sure  it is making me feel like a real workie. Fuck any studies. This is what I want to be a real man always dirty with me beers and ciggies like you and have a good fuck with the lads.’

‘That’s what I knew you wanted as soon as I set eyes on you. Now take my cock right up to the hilt.’

‘Shove as far up as you want, I want to feel your spunk shooting right up my body and now your cock is so far up get my cock out of this jockstrap.’

Pete moved his hand down to Dave’s groin and peeled back the jockstrap to let Dave’s cock spring out. As it did so Pete grabbed hold of the shaft wrapping his hand around the throbbing cock.

‘Shit man you’ve got a good one there. Any workie would be glad to have that rammed up them. Now let me give you a good wank and have you shoot all over the sewer wall.’

As Pete slid his hand up and down the down the shaft so he pushed his own cock in and out with increasing ferocity his cock ring almost vanishing into Dave’s hole. Both men started groaning with pleasure and Pete leant forward to kiss the back of Dave’s neck. One hand was now round Dave’s waist so he could have full hold and the other was wanking faster and faster. He knew from the throbbing that Dave was on the point of orgasm and this made him so horny and ready to cum himself. Dave wiped some more sewer mucj off the wall to smear across his face. He wanted to feel fucking dirty

‘Let it go mate I’m about to shoot my load into that lovely arse of yours .’ Pete shouted

‘Fuck me man let me have every drop of your spunk.’ As Dave thrust his arse out to take in the full length of the cock so he came his spunk spurting out against the sewer wall. Pete unloaded his cum inside Dave making Dave feel as if it would come out his mouth such was the force of spunk.

Pete took his cock out giving a quick wipe before putting it back into his joggers.

‘No point is washing it mate. Smells better this way. As for you, cover that smeared cock of yours with the jockstrap and make it even more crusty

So Workie Dave, happy now?’

‘Too fucking right, this is the real me , a man and fucking workie. Give me all the dirty jobs. Who wants to wash when you can stink like this. Being fucked by my best mate’s father was awesome.’

‘Tell you what boy, why don’t you ask Tony to come home. You and I can have some fun and make a man out of him. That would be a turn on eh? Tony you and feel sucking and fucking.’

‘Fucking amazing’ Dave replied ‘ I’ve always wanted to get my cock up his arse.’

Dave then took his phone out of his pocket.

‘Being a workie sure gets the pick ups from the other guys. This real hot workie gave me his number and I reckon now my cock would love a good fuck and his bod looked just right. Plus he said he’d take me to his tattoo place. Can’t be a workie without a good few tats, just like you. Shit man give me a ciggie’ 

Handing over his packet Pete said

‘Well make sure we keep your workie gear on when you meet the guy’

‘Is there any other way to fuck?’

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Wanting Everything

Peter was enjoying his cigarette break from his job as a financial adviser. It was for one of the more prestigious firms in the city and he enjoyed the allure it gave him. No woman could resist Peter Sanders when he came into a bar. He was a chick magnet and he knew it.

Yet some people who were close to him knew that he never stopped complaining. He was always going on about how the fucking waiters at his favorite restaurants couldn’t do their jobs and the fucking gardeners, pool boys, and landscapers who worked for him could never really please him. He was always seeing fault in things. He played by his own rules and he was master of his world. People should try to please him, he often said, because he was smart enough to have a real job that paid real money. “People should treat me differently,” he would say to his friends. “I am different. I’m better”.

Peter’s intelligence was very fierce but his compassion for others was notably low. He would often complain of the Mexican problem in this country.

“Hey man. How’s it going?” asked Steve, a co-worker. They started walking back into work.

“Fine. Except my fucking pool boy didn’t do everything that I asked him to. These fucking beaners come to this country and they don’t even speak enough English to goddamn listen to what I’m telling them to do. I’m paying them. I shouldn’t have to speak their godawful gibberish language just so they can do one simple task. He left the net out and a bunch of other equipment. Said he had to go home early for some family emergency. Don’t they all have a hundred relatives? I fired his beaner ass. I need to find a white guy to clean my pool. One who can understand simple directions and won’t be full of excuses.”

“My sister has a great pool guy. She raves about him. He’s Mexican but pretty fluent.”

Peter sighed, so hellbent on appearing a martyr. “Fine. Send him my way. But if he fucks up even a little I’ll can him. They just aren’t as good as white workers, you know? They don’t work as hard, they just come here and take over and just soak up all of the benefits. I’d like to see a beaner do THIS job. Something that requires actual thought.”

Steve smiled and walked away. The next day Peter got a call from a man who introduced himself as Alejandro Zamora. The guy had a bit of a typical Hispanic accent, but Peter didn’t mind that. The guy seemed like he spoke enough English for Peter to deal with him. And it turned out the guy was willing to do yard work as well.

The next weekend Alejandro came over. Peter had work to do in his living room, but when he took a cigarette break outside he noticed the man to be pretty decent at his job.

“This is a real nice place, man,” Alejandro told him.

“Yeah, worth every penny. It’s my dream pad.”

“Bet the ladies appreciate it.” Alejandro smiled wolfishly.

Peter laughed. “Oh, they don’t mind it.”

“Hey, Peter, so what is it you do, man? It seems pretty important.”

That’s more of an interest than any of my other help ever paid to me, he noted.

“Financial expert. I recommend investments.”

Alejandro whistled. “Sounds pretty impressive. Money is a fascinating thing. Maybe when I have enough saved up I’ll come to you, huh?”

Dream on, Peter thought. You could never afford my services.

“Well, I better get back inside. I have to finish up some portfolios tonight.”

“Cool, man. Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Oh no, that’s cool. There’s no poolhouse yet, but I’m thinking of building one.”

Suddenly he woke up and it was deep evening. It had been 3 in the afternoon just a few moments ago! A couple of empty beers and an open whiskey bottle lay on the $3,000 coffee table he had recently purchased for the living room. Well, that explains it, he thought. Must have been more tired than I thought. Peter had completely forgotten about Alejandro and didn’t even give him a second thought that night.

“Eh, what time is it? 9 PM? Fuck. Good thing it’s Saturday.”

Peter flipped around some TV channels getting bored, until a channel caught his eye. It was the Spanish speaking channel and they were having some sort of pool party with hot chicks everywhere. Only thing this station is good for, he thought, and drifted off watching the Spanish conversations of some soap opera. Before drifting off to sleep he could almost swear that he understood what all the characters were saying…

In another week, Alejandro visited right on time.

“Peter! How’s it hangin, my man?”

“Great, man. I got a lot of work for you today. The yard needs to be cleaned up. I’m having a party here in a couple weeks. It has to be spotless. I want all the hedges trimmed…”

He found himself inside dozing on his $8,000 couch. He saw what was left of his scotch on the rocks and laughed. Man, I am really living Saturdays up lately, he thought.

Alejandro came inside the house. “Well Mr. Sanders I’m all finished for the day. That entire list has been taken care of.”

“Spectacular.” He said, still feeling a little inebriated.

“You sure you don’t need any help with anything else?”

“No, not unless you can do my job for me as well,” Peter said, almost wishing Alejandro could.

“You could always make a wish,” Alejandro said. “There’s that meteor shower tonight.”

“Ha! Wish upon a falling star?” He walked outside. Sure enough, a few meteors were burning through the atmosphere. “I WISH THIS GUY HERE COULD DO MY JOB INSTEAD OF ME! HAHAHAHA! Oh man, I gotta lay off the booze on weekends.”

“Hey man, what do you think weekends were invented for?”

“I like you, Alejandro. Same time next week?”

“Sure thing, boss. See you soon.” Alejandro said, tucking an unidentified object into his pants pocket. Something wooden. Peter shrugged it off and went back inside, to watch telenovelas. Something about a woman whose boyfriend was cheating on her. How the hell do I know what they’re even saying? he thought as he drifted off.

The next week was fairly hectic for Peter. He made errors he didn’t normally make. Simple fax mistakes that only a rookie would even think of making. He mixed up a few clients names and got pretty embarrassed but managed to laugh it off. And for some reason he kept watching the Spanish speaking channel every night. It was weird, he never felt addicted to any television like this, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was like every other channel was just becoming a haze of gibberish.

The next Saturday Alejandro called Peter to tell him he would be late.

“Oh what? Man I have a million guys off the truck that would be happy to do your job!” Peter said, while watching some game show from Mexico.

“Peter, I got caught up with something. I’ll be there in no time.”

“I should fire you, you know. I rarely tolerate people being late.”

“Peter? I really don’t like the way you’re talking to me.”

Suddenly Peter felt truly bad. Maybe he was being harsh.

“Now Peter, I think you should apologize to me,” Alejandro said slowly.

Peter shook his head. It was so hard for him to ever admit when he was wrong.

“Just get over here as quick as you can. I’m sorry I yelled at you, man.”

“That’s more like it.” Alejandro said, a little angrily, and hung up.

When Alejandro came over Peter was hard at work on some mathematical ratios, and establishing scenarios for potential investment boons. But after Alejandro showed up he found himself unable to concentrate. God, he just wanted to kick back for once. He pictured himself in the midst of a pool party, showing off to everyone, with lots of beautiful women admiring him. Maybe a few of the studs from the office showing off while shirtless. Man, this party was going to be great.

“Boss, you okay?”

Peter was startled. “Huh. What was I doing? Que es lo?”

Alejandro smiled warmly. “That’s cute. Learning a little bit of Spanish on me?”

“Spanish? Me? Un pequeno. Tu sabes,” he said. Man, what the hell? I must be picking up words without even knowing it from that TV channel.

“I’m working on the topiary hedges today. You said you wanted them retrimmed in a certain shape?”

“Oh yeah, here let me show you…”

He led Alejandro outside but for the life of him couldn’t remember the project he had for him.

“It was going to be like…all of them had some shapes. Different shapes.” He looked puzzled.

“Well, what we could do is give these here half domes and then these over here, we could do a graduated pyramid shape.”

“Oh yeah! That sounds magnifico!”

Alejandro smiled again. “Why don’t you help me out?”

“ME? Alejandro, I’m paying you to do a job,” Peter said, suddenly annoyed by Alejandro’s nerve.

“No disrespect intended boss. I just thought it might loosen you up. Detached work makes the mind work easier. You know?”

“Maybe it would help,” Peter agreed. Alejandro showed him the techniques he used to trim the bushes. Peter decided that he was going to sweat a lot doing this so he took off his dress shirt, which he wore on weekends because all of his clothing had to be expensive, just in case someone showed up unannounced.

Hours passed and Peter got a good workout in while Alejandro looked on with arms folded proudly.

“And THAT, my man, is how you do it!”

“Nice work, Peter! You did it!”

He high fived Alejandro without even thinking about the fact that he had done nearly all the work that day.

“Why don’t we go inside and chill out a little bit?” Alejandro asked.

He’s the help for fuck’s sake? Where the hell does he get off? Then again, he has been doing a great job lately.

“Yeah, sure. But just for a little while. I have work to do.”

“Like what?”

“You’re really interested in what I do, aren’t you?”

“To be honest, I really want to do what you do some day,” Alejandro admitted. “I’ve been going to college for the past year with an emphasis on economics.”

“Really? You never told me. Hey man, I’m gonna take a shower. Make yourself at home in the meantime.”

Make yourself at home? What the hell am I even saying? I don’t want to give this fucking roughneck the impression I think we’re equals. He began lathering up. Man, he had gotten quite a tan today working out in the yard. Bet it would make him all the more appealing at that pool party. Wait til the guys at the office saw him, he thought.

He came out in a bathrobe to find Alejandro going through his papers!

“What the hell are you doing? Those are confidential.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I was just noticing you were recommending a company that doesn’t exist anymore?”

“What? Where?”

“Right here, see?”

“How the hell could I have made a mistake like that?? I need to lay off the cervezas.”

“You know, I could really make a few suggestions. First…” Peter listened as Alejandro filled him in on all his ideas, and even showed Peter that he could analyze data as well as any pro.

“Where did you learn all this? You’re a pool boy for crying out loud.”

Alejandro winced. “Let’s just say I pick things up fast. And you could take advantage of that?”

“How is that?” Peter turned on the TV, searching for something cool. He settled on a movie about a couple on a romantic getaway to Puerto Vallarta, although it was hard for him to follow the plot.

“You could make me your assistant.”

“Assistant? That requires years of experience. For a firm like mine? Sorry, amigo. No, si no podemos.” How the hell do I know these words? he thought as he impatiently turned the TV to a telenovela he could follow.

“Well, you could help me out with that. Say I have years of experience in your field.”

Peter thought about it. It wasn’t a half bad idea. Alejandro wasn’t like all those other wetbacks. He actually had a brain.

“Let me think about it.”

“Are you sure? Come on, you know me well enough. I can do this job as well as…well, a lot of guys.”

“Okay. Let’s do this thing.”

“Really??” Alejandro was beaming.

“Yes,” Peter said, happy to make Alejandro so happy. “But under one condition. You have to help me get the pool party ready. We need to do some fucking celebrating.”

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Alejandro smiled.

Peter spent all of Sunday putting together a fake resume for Alejandro. He gave him an Ivy League background. Called a few people and called in a few favors so people could act as false references if need be. Alejandro came over Sunday night to go over the job details for the following week. As a personal assistant, Alejandro would assist both at home and at work. He would be at Peter’s beckoned call. This was the stipulation that came with the job. It was important and prestigious and would pay a far more handsome salary than pool boy. Alejandro had to earn it.

“What about clothes? I don’t have many nice ones.”

“That’s not MY problem.” Peter said, annoyed. Jeez, am I not doing enough for this guy already?

“I mean, I just want to make you look good. Can I borrow some outfits? Until I get that first paycheck? Come on, we’re colleagues here,” he said convincingly.

“Alright, alright. Right this way.” Peter helped Alejandro into some of his outfits and they checked him out in the mirror.

“Do you want to try my clothes on while we’re at it?” Alejandro smiled.

Peter scoffed. “Yeah, right. Those jeans are ripped up and covered with paint. Not to mention the sweat stained old polo shirt that quite frankly smells.”

“Come on. Just do it. For me. I want to see what you look like.”

“Ah, what the hell. I am curious myself.” Peter undressed in front of Alejandro without a second thought.

“Nice package. Didn’t know you wore boxer briefs.”

“Yeah, you like that? Check this out.” Peter got into Alejandro’s clothes. They walked over to the full length mirror in the bathroom, which was quite spacious.

“Fuck, if no one knew us they’d say you were the big shot of the house and I was the servant.” The two of them certainly looked that part. Their mirror images suggested Peter was some uncouth laborer and Alejandro was the refined owner of a palatial mansion.

“I think that’ll be good. Let me try on some other outfits. Bring me the blue suit. Over there.”

Peter obliged. After Alejandro had taken 20 of Peter’s best suits, he had Peter bring them to his car while he talked to someone on his cel phone. Alejandro must be a popular guy, Peter thought.

“I gotta go. I’ll be there bright and early tomorrow morning so you can introduce me to the staff. And uh, you can keep those,” Alejandro said happily, getting in Peter’s expensive sports car. Peter didn’t even give this a second thought. He walked back inside and looked at himself in the mirror with his torn jeans and faded, sweat stained polo shirt. Yeah, I look like a real stud in these, real workin man. Man, I should work out in these. I bet I’d look super hot. Peter had a club membership but he also had some weights he’d put in the garage. He walked there with a cocky walk and took off his sweaty shirt and lifted weights for about an hour. He checked himself out in the mirrors back in the house. He couldn’t help himself. He started thinking about the gym and all the guys that worked out there and what a testosterone fest it was. Fuck yeah! Peter whacked off numerous times, disgustingly wiping his cum off on the ripped up jeans. He passed out with a Don Equis in his hands.

He woke up the next morning with a huge headache. He had to take the pickup truck to work since Alejandro had borrowed his car. Whatever, he thought. Long as it gets me there.

He got to work. Alejandro was there waiting for him. He looked much better in a suit, that was for sure.

Peter introduced him as his new assistant to everyone, and there was more than one shocked reaction. Maybe there’s just surprised to see a Hispanic guy in the office for a change, he reasoned.

Going through the day’s procedures was difficult. He had to show Alejandro the ropes as well as do his own job, which was very difficult with his headache.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the mirror at home, admiring his tan. The week seemed to float by. Alejandro soon became known as the new go getter around the office and people took to him quite well. Peter could be proud of his choice of adding Alejandro to the staff.

On day five, Peter found himself near the park around the corner, taking a cigarette break when Alejandro approached him.

“Boss, you’re needed inside. What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m taking a break!”

“You already had lunch. And after that presentation, I think everyone wants you to say something.”

“What are you talking about?”

"The presentation you gave. You just muttered half of it, and stood there like you’d never done it before. And quite frankly, it was really uncomfortable to watch. Look, I only say this because we’re friends, but people really need to be reassured here.

“I don’t…was it really that bad? My life ees so difficult, choo know?”

Alejandro smiled warmly. “I do know. I know you work so hard for what you have. I hate to see you toss it away.”

“Geez, I didn’t know it was that muy mal.”

“Look, why don’t you go home early? It looks like you really need it. I’ll handle the rest of the accounts for the day.”

“The way you’re speaking. It’s so…did you change your hair recently? There’s something about you that’s different.” Peter didn’t realize that their vocalizations had slowly been switching all week long. Peter had now developed a slight Hispanic accent and Alejandro’s accent was a completely American one.

“There’s nothing wrong with my voice and no, I haven’t made any changes. But thank you for noticing how good I look,” Alejandro cupped Peter’s chin in his hand gently, affectionately. “Now you run on home and get dinner started. I’ll take care of those accounts. No matter how delicate they are, I think I can handle it.”

It took me years to learn how to do this job, Peter thought sourly. But he’s right. He remembered the presentation now and the confused look on people’s faces.

“Oh, and can I have me the keys to the car, por favor?”

“What are you talking about baby? You gave it to me? And I gave you my pickup?”

“Si, but…I like mi car. Ees so pretty.”

“Look, Peter, go home. I have a lot of work to do,” Alejandro said, sternly.

Peter felt ashamed of all the work he was making Alejandro do for him. He obliged and took the pickup back home. But once he got there he just didn’t feel right. He did some vacuuming and that made him feel better. He did some sweeping outside but he felt that there was so much to do he didn’t have time for all of it. He did some dusting and even scooped the leaves out of the pool. He admired his reflection and all of his newly tanned muscles.

That night Alejandro came home agitated but got in a better mood when Peter proudly showed him all the work he had been doing. Starting with dinner, he fussed over Alejandro’s napkin and presented him with the roast that he had made himself, followed with some spicy Mexican side dishes which Alejandro praised.

“Your mole sauce is excellent.”

“And that’s not all.” Peter showed him all the work he’d done around the house and yard. He beamed as Alejandro took it all in.

“That’s very good. I’m proud of you, Peter. Thank you.” He reached over and embraced Peter and began kissing Peter’s neck. “I’m very thankful for everything you’ve given me.”

Before Peter knew what he was doing, he was on his knees. He was dressed in the ripped up jeans and soiled shirt that Alejandro had brought over for him to wear.

“YEAH, SUCK MY COCK YOU LITTLE WETBACK!” Alejandro roared as he shoved his beautiful smooth cock into Peter’s eager mouth. Peter loved it when Alejandro got this turned on by him. It had always been so hot between them.

Alejandro came buckets inside Peter’s mouth. The taste of cum was unfamiliar to him for some reason, even though he remembered liking it a whole lot. He swallowed every drop like a good boy, which Alejandro kept calling him. Good Boy.

After a long passionate lovemaking session where Alejandro licked his muscles and ass and then introduced his waiting ass to his plump eager cock, which just couldn’t get enough, Peter was in heaven. He grunted for an hour as Alejandro thrust inside him, repeatedly.

“Baby, that was great. Run me a shower, would you? I had such a hellish day at the office, that was just what I needed.”

Alejandro then commanded that Peter follow him in the shower so they could fondle each other a little bit more. Then they came into the living room. Peter turned on a telenovela while Alejandro did statistical analysis.

“Baby, you know I hate this shit. Turn it to something else.” Alejandro took the remote control and turned it to a legal thriller. Peter couldn’t understand the plot but the guys were all hot. He tried to snuggle up to Alejandro, but he was too wrapped up in his work to notice.

Alejandro gave him a written list then.

“This is a list of all the things you need to do tomorrow. Do every single one of them. You understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter said playfully. They kissed for a little while longer.

“Alright. I’m going to bed. You coming?”

They spent the night together in what Peter thought was his bed. But no, that wasn’t right. It was Alejandro’s bed. He had a dream that night that he was in his office doing important work when some people came in and told him to get the hell out. He was to move some boxes downstairs. Then he found himself in a room where Alejandro was at his desk. Doing his work. He didn’t work there anymore.

In his dream, he went back home with Alejandro driving him in HIS sports car. But no, it was never really his. Alejandro let him drive it sometimes. As a reward for doing such a good job.

The next morning he was groggy and Alejandro was already dressed.

“Gotta go, baby. I have things to do. I’ll meet you in the park later after your list is done.”

“But wait, I have to do the work. For the accounts. The project for la energia.”

“I think maybe you were dreaming,” Alejandro said condescendingly. “I do the accounts around here. Now you get to work and make me happy.”

As Alejandro left Peter thought it was funny that he had brown hair. But no, his lover had always had brown hair. Hadn’t he?

That day Peter busily called the caterers, picked up the food, cleaned the rest of the pool, set the tables, swept some more, and set up the music and drinks. Everything looked perfect. Guests would not arrive until that evening so he drove his pickup over to meet Alejandro at the park. His lover was waiting on the bench they met. Wait, was that right? Didn’t he meet Alejandro…when he HIRED HIM???

He was the one in charge, not him! And he didn’t even look the same!

“Hi, lover. Come and sit down.” Alejandro took a drag off his cigarette.

“Alejandro? What da hell ees going on here? Why do you look white? Why am I doing what choo want me to?”

The man laughed. “Alejandro? Do I look like an Alejandro to you? My name is Alex Moore you fucking dipshit and don’t you fucking forget it. Do you have any idea who I am? Well, no, you’re confused.” He smiled cruelly and took a drag, exhaled sexily. “You see, you gave me your life. I’m now cultured, white, and affluent. I have all of your skills and you have all of mine. And I deserve it. Because I’m better.”

“No…zees cannot be happening!”

"Oh you’ll get used to it. You’re remembering only what I want you to. I wanted to see the look on your face. Sorry. I just couldn’t resist. “What’s your name?”

“Mi llamo es…Peter Sanders.”

“WRONG! Your name is Pablo Suarez. Look at your license if you don’t believe me.”

Pablo looked through his wallet. Mexican ID, California driver’s license…no. “I have someone else’s wallet.”

“Look at your hands, dummy.”

Pablo looked at horror at his brown hands. “No es possible! I mean, it isn’t possible!”

“Anything’s possible, if you know how. Now look, you are my boy toy and I intend on taking good care of you. But you have to play your part. After you named me your successor a lot of people were taken by surprise so we have to put on a good show tonight. But don’t tell them you’re my boyfriend. I don’t want them to think less of me. Mmmm. Even though you are quite the treat now. I like you with a tan.” Alex started grazing his neck and fondling him…in a public park. They kissed a few times.

“Now let’s go home. You can follow me.”

The party that night was both fun filled and elegant. Alex introduced his “friend” and manservant, Pablo. People loved Pablo. He was so fun loving. And Alex was gracious and not at all like the arrogant Peter. When Peter had introduced him hastily to all his bosses, they were blown away. They didn’t expect him to be just as good as Peter so soon! But he picked up everything so nicely. Of course, what other people saw was what Alex wanted them to see; a glamor to make them both look white until the actual physical transformations were complete. Now they had switched and it was real.

Alex did have a cocky side to him and he flirted with several of the men in the office whose heads he had turned all week long. He swaggered over to Pablo, who was trying to understand all of the conversations taking place. He wasn’t quite as fluent as Alejandro had been in English so it was a little bit harder for him to follow.

“I think you should serve drinks now. Ask anyone if they need a refresher.”

For a brief instant, the old Peter surfaced and hesitated, and said “This is mine,”

“It was yours. You gave this house to me. Now go get me a beer.” He smacked Pablo on the butt playfully and swaggered over to a bunch of rich financial and office minded people who he related to.

That night after everyone went home, Pablo knew what his role would be from now on. He situated himself in a position on the couch and waited for Alex to come in.

“Well well. Hello, Pablo.”

“Hello, Meester Alex.”

“And have you been a good boy this week?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pablo, get over here,” Alex took out his cock. Pablo lovingly licked his boss’ cock.

“Mmmm, that’s right, boy. Take it all in.”

Pablo worked so hard to please Alex sexually that night. He was every part of the boy toy that Alex wanted him to be.

“Do you ever wish things could be different and you could do my job instead of yours?” Alex asked him.

“Que? No, baby. I’m happy with everything jus’ the way it is.” They kissed. Alex smiled proudly at his boy.

He finally had everything he wanted.

[human-sort]

This go way beyond limits! He bullies me everytime and now he stole my body just because his gf asked! She's loving him so much in my body that she begged him to stay permanently and he seems to like that idea, since he got a clean slate to have new life but in the cost of my own... It's not fair!

[captainlondonman]

Bin Man Complaint

Malcolm Pritchard was furious as he stood outside his house. Yet again the bin men had not collected his rubbish. This was the third time and he reckoned it was because they did not like him. He shouted down the road for them to come back to him but the two men in their HiViz turned and waved a couple of fingers at him and rode off in the truck.

‘Enough is enough’, he thought, ‘I am going down to the depot to make a complaint and get those two blokes fired. They are only bloody bin men. I am not being messed around.’

Later that morning he turned up at the depot and as he walked past this truck he saw the two blokes leaning against the wall having a cigarette, smiling at him. Both guys were big, not just tall but wide as well one with a beer gut who wore Hi Viz trousers and jacket, the jacket being unzipped to show his bare hairy chest. He had a shaved head and two days growth on his face, a thick neck and pierced ears. His mate looked huge with hi Viz trousers, a dirty vest and HiViz waistcoat. He had a crew cut and thick bushy beard.

‘Hi mate,’ one shouted,’ how’s your bin?’

‘Christ look at you,’ Malcolm responded, ‘you wont be smiling once I’ve seen your boss. Where’s the office?’

‘Find it yourself ‘the guy returned ‘if that’s your attitude.’

Malcolm was livid. He stormed to the back of the warehouse and saw the door marked Manager

Knocking loudly a voice from inside came back

‘Come in,’ a gruff voice sounded

Malcolm walked in angry and ready for strong words mainly to get the other two fired.

The Manager was sitting at his desk dressed in full Hi Viz, trousers, T shirt, and jacket all in bright orange. He took up all his seat, a big man with a shaved head, thick moustache his chunky hands spread across the table.

‘So what can I do for you?’

‘My name is Malcolm Pritchard and I wish to make a complaint.’

‘I am surprised Sir as we never have complaints at this depot.’

‘Well I am surprised you have not. My complaint is the two men currently in your garage’

‘What Bob and Pete?’

‘I don’t know their names but suffice to say action needs to be taken against them, For the last 3 weeks they have not taken my rubbish. They collect at everyone else’s house but not mine.’

‘Have you offended them in any way?’

‘Certainly not. They are clearly picking on me and I will not stand for it. This morning they gave me 2 fingers ignoring my requests. They are a pair of oafs and need to be fired.’

‘That is strong language Mr. Pritchard’

Maybe but I refuse to leave until you do something about is and take action against these idiots.’

‘Please sit down Mr. Pritchard and let me give you a coffee and we can talk a bit further.’

‘Only if you take some action.’

‘Of course I full intend to take action, ‘The manager said as he poured a mug for his guest.

‘Please have a sip or two first and we will sort it all out for you. You will be surprised what I can do for you’

Malcolm took a sip and thought it smelt a bit odd but decided to take another gulp so he could carry on

‘I am not happy with… ‘He suddenly found himself slurring his words and his eyelids becoming heavy.

‘There is something wrong with this coffeeeeeee’ he managed to say as he slumped asleep on the chair

He didn’t know how long he was asleep but the haze in his eyes started to clear and he lifted his head to see the vision in front of him. The Manager had moved and was now leaning against the desk immediately in front of Malcolm. He looked much bigger than when sitting in the chair, towering above him..

Malcolm was suddenly aware that he was sitting on the chair – naked and yet this did not seem to worry him. Where were his clothes, what had happened, how long was he asleep? However none of this seemed to matter in his foggy brain. What he did know was that the manager was in front of him and Malcolm was looking straight into his crotch. The Manager started to rub his crotch and as he did so, the bulge was more obvious until Malcolm could see the large rigid outline in the Hi Viz

Malcolm only wanted one thing and that was to see the guys cock, he wanted to reach out and stroke that erect dick and he wanted more than that.

‘So Mal , us bin men are not so bad after all, eh I can see your eyes feasting on my cock. It stinks like a real binman but that’s what you want. Tell me Mal.’

‘Shit I love the sight of that cock of yours in your Hi Viz. Can I touch. Where are my words coming from Malcolm thought its not me yet its what I want.

‘Go ahead and do what you are really wanting. I’m waiting.’

Malcolm sat forward and taking one hand he started stroking the full length of the managers cock through his Hi Viz.

Feeling Malcolm’s hand rub over the nylon trousers made the Manager even more horny for what was to come.

‘You have a great cock there and I want to suck you dry.’

‘Well what are you waiting for.’

Malcolm took both hands to the Manager’s zip and roughly pulkled it down as he was desperate to see the full sweaty dick.

Malcolm unbuttoned the top and let the cock flip out with a whack.

As soon as the cock was free, Malcolm could smell the unwashed dick. It stank of sweat and piss and clearly had not been washed for days. But the smell was what Malcolm wanted, the stronger the better

‘You fucking love a bin man’s cock don’t you, Mal, quite a boner you have there. That tongue of yours is just wanting my dick down the back of your throat.’

‘Christ your cock stinks but I love the smell. The stronger the better.’ and with that he let his tongue lick the 8”fat head, savouring the rancid taste.

‘Its bloody great.’

‘Quit the talking and start sucking.’ The manager had had enough and grabbed hold of Malcolm’s head and moved his mouth straight down the shaft

‘So we are not so stupid now are we?’

Malcolm could feel himself gagging with the sheer size but his mind only wanted the full length down the back of his throat so he could feel the Managers pubes pressing against his lips.

The Manager forced his cock further and further down and Malcolm was not just gagging but he was gagging for more, he wanted every drop of cum shooting down his inside.

The Manager still with his hands around Malcolm’s head moved his body in and out at first slowly so he could feel the strong sensation and as it grew so did he face fuck Malcolm faster and faster and the more Malcolm wanted his cock erupting into his throat.

‘A right little sucker you’ve turned out to be. No complaints now you little bastard. You don’t get one better on a bin man. Take my fucking cock the whole way down, you’re going swallow every drop and its all coming your way.

‘I’m coming you horny little pervert Christ I’m ready’

And with that the Manager shot load after load a creamy white spunk down the back of Malcolm’s throat, Malcolm gulping the full force of cum. He was not going to let any drip out his mouth he wanted it all inside him.. He slurped it down..

The Manager took his cock out and wiped the last bit of cum across Malcolm’s face.

‘Shit man you love dick’

‘I love yours,’ Malcolm replied. ‘I want more.’

As the Manager zipped himself up he looked down at Malcolm.

‘Don’t think you are coming with that stiff dick of yours. I’m going out now but Bob and Pete want to see you after all your insults so I will leave them to you.’

He walked out and closed the door. Malcolm was feeling so horny after his blow job and put his hand over his dick to start a wank. When the door opened and in walked Bob and Pete.

‘Get yer hands off that fucking cock of yours now,’

‘But I’m feeling so horny’

‘No wanking got that.’

Malcolm responded ‘Id love to have a go at your pricks. I love cock.’

‘Don’t worry there’s plenty coming your way,’ Bob said rubbing his own dick ‘But first so you know what a real bin man smells like get a whiff of this. He held his arm out whilst grabbing Malcolm’s head and thrusting it towards his hairy armpit.

‘Now get a good smell of a sweaty bin bloke who hasn’t washed for a few days. Get your nose right into my hair and smell. Malcolm’s nose was rammed up tight into Bobs armpit the smell of BO so strong but for Malcolm it was perfect not only did he smell but his tongue was licking all over .

‘I love it ‘ Malcolm said

‘Well if you love it so much have a good smell of my feet,’ Pete said taking off his boots to reveal blackened socks. ‘Go on get your mouth and nose up against these cheesy feet of mine’

All these smells had Malcolm’s cock rigid with pleasure. As he took Pete’s foot is his hand massaging it as he let his nose travel all over under.

‘A right horny little bastard aren’t you. So much for that snotty Mr Pritchard. This is more like it the way you really are. Enough, now get up and lean over the desk.

Malcolm willingly stood up and bent over knowing full well what was coming his way.

‘I hope you’re gonna fuck me boys. Make sure you work my tits at the same time.’ This was not Malcolm Pritchard speaking but dirty Mal, the real Malcom that he had been hiding until that cup of coffee

As Pete pushed him down hard on the desk with one hand he reached into his HiViz trousers and pulled out his already erect prick

‘Jesus, I didn’t think my cock was as high as this. Right sweaty and I forgot to wipe of my cum after my wank this morning.’

He let a large gob of spit fall onto his meaty shaft and rubbed it in making his cock ready for entry.

‘Go on your little whore widen your legs so I can get my shaft right in.’ He let his thick head find Mal’s hole and once there started to move his cock in slowly as he wanted to feel the tight arse open to take the whole cock. Malcolm started groaning , with pleasure and was moving his arse back to take the full length as quick as he could

‘Shit that’ s a great dick you’ve got there Bob, go on ram it right up to the hilt,’ Mal pushed his arse back as far as he could so he could feel Pete’s pubes against he cheeks

Pete put both arms around Mal’s chest till he reached his tits.

‘So you like your tits worked do you, you fucking bitch well don’t think I’m gonna just give them a little rub.’

He put his finger and thumb around each tit and started pulling and twisting hard his head lowered at the side of Mal’s head digging his teeth into the neck

Mal twisted with pain but mainly pleasure making the arse even more open to Pete’s cock

‘Go on Pete more pleaaase. Shit I love the pain and with your cock inside me. I want you to come working my tits.

Bob was standing at the side rubbing his Hi Viz, showing a massive bulge which was tenting , his hand rubbing fast down the entire shaft length

‘Go on Bob take your dick out and let me see while Pete’s fucking’

‘So you wanna see Big Bob do you well you’ll be more than seeing.’

Bob reached in deep and pulled out his thick 10inch cock

Pete said ‘It always makes me horny seeing that dick of yours Bob and even better watching you wank as I fuck the living daylights of this bitch.’

‘I want that cock of yours Bob after Pete.’

‘Let Pete come first as he’ll widen that hole of you for me to enter’.

Watching Bob rub his hand up and down his cock made Pete work hard on Mal’s arse and mal was breathing hard watching that massive dick and worked his arse up and down Pete’s length faster and faster,

Go on Pete you’d better come so I can fuck this guy as I’m getting really worked up watching you.’

‘Don’t worry Bob, shit I’m coming. Arghhhh take the full load you bastard.’ Pete shouted as he gave a final lurch up Mal’s arse.

As he took his cock out so he smeared the leftover across Mal’s cheeks

‘He’s all your Bob, at least he’s now gelled up with my cum. He’s now gonna have both our cum mixing in that arse of his.

Bob pushed Pete out the way ‘H’es mine now. Go on bend over and get ready.’

It took Bob no time to find the arse opening and start to move his cock in , Mal wincing from the size

‘Christ Bob, its bigger than I thought, you’d better take it easy’

‘Fucking forget that, watching you be fucked by Pete has made me ready to blast a load. So you’re taking the full length and quick. He put both arms firmly around Mal’s waist and levered his full length up to the hilt

Christ you’re so big but it’ s fucking amazing

‘Once fucked by me you’ll always want big dick.’

Still with his hands around Mal’s waist he moved in and out taking his cock right out to the knob edge and then ramming it back in so he could feel the full length of Mal’s arse.

‘You little whore you’re ready for all my spunk ok?’

‘Go on shoot it the whole ay up, I’m gagging for it.’

‘Then gag because here it is.’

‘Fuck you’, Bob shouted as he let wave after wave shoot the length of Mal’s arse.

‘Take my fucking spunk.’

‘Yeah please more.’

Malcolm collapsed on the desk as Bob let his cock slide out, taking his hand to wipe off the remaining cum and then spread it over Malcolm’s back. ‘Take my cum inside and out’ he said adding a gob of spit to rub it in.

‘Better get in the shower Mal, and you’ll feel much better, just like us lads, you know those idiot binmen you talked about.. I’ll get some clothes for you for when you get out.’

Mal did as he was told and found the shower room. No soap but at least some hot water. He turned the water on and thought

‘Christ what a smell this water has, its like a mix of BO and rancid bins.’ He was about to jump out of the shower but something in him started to sniff the odour even though he thought it awful. The more he sniffed the more he found himself liking it, in fact he was loving it and breathing in deeply. He immersed himself under the shower and suddenly saw at his feet what looked like all his fair hair swimming around him and going down the waste. He put his hand up to his head and realized it had all gone, he was bald, smooth bald as though someone had just fully shaved all his hair off. He brought his hand down his face and no longer was he smooth but he had a thick stubble. He was not sure what was going on but he felt this was the real him. Looking down as the water covered him he could see thick black hair climbing up his legs which now looked more like tree trunks but big size 11 feet. The hair continued up past his pubes and up his chest , like a thick forest rising up to his neck. He started to move his hands over his chest and his little tits started enlarging bursting out into a pair of man boobs but it was his chest that started to balloon, not just a little but his belly kept going outwards. He had a huge beer gut hanging over his cock so he could not see his dick.. he held his gut feeling proud and gave a loud belch.

Getting out the shower he saw the lads had put out clothes for him which he got into. A thick pair of socks with holes in them which had once been white and were now yellow, a Hi Viz overall in orange which was ingrained with dirt and grease, he pulled it up and found it was tight getting over his gut so left it for the moment at his waist. And finally a pair of worn rigger boots with the steel toe caps showing.

‘Fuck, this is my gear, what I am meant to wear’ he said to himself.

He automatically put his hand up to one pocket and took out a packet of Roll your own cigarettes and made one up as if he had been doing it for years. Lighting up he inhaled deeply and let it hang from his mouth. As he moved to take out a mobile he let rip with a loud fart, smelly.

‘Shit that’s a good one he thought loving the smell. Probably from the curry.’

He knew exactly what to look for on his mobile and searched for Tumblr and all the sites for Hi Viz men, that ‘s what turned him on, lots of builders, tradies and binmen in their gear, sucking one another off, having a good fuck with each other.

‘Shit some great photos here,’ he thought feeling his cock start to stiffen in his overall. The more photos he looked at the more his cock was rigid. Mal leant back on the bench and started rubbing his cock through the hi Viz.

‘I love feeling the Hi Viz nylon rubbing against me cock’ he said, ‘makes me so fucking horny so I can shoot a load.’ As he checked out the photos on his phone there was one of a guy being fucked in his Hi Viz with two cocks up him.

‘Fucking hell man that’s fucking great,’ he started rubbing the Hi Viz more, the precum oozing out onto his leg,

‘Jesus I’d love to be a cock up that young guys arse’, he thought’ His cock was stiff as a pole and he wanked more and more through the nylon. It was wanking in his Hi Viz he liked so much.

‘Christ I’m coming’ he shouted as he leant back further to allow his cock to shoot all the way down his leg. ‘Jeeesus,’ He shot load after load of spunk down his overall, feeling it running down his leg.

‘Fucking great’ as he took a last puff of his ciggie.

The door opened and in walked Bob and Pete.

‘You dirty bastard, Mal, wanking on the job. You’re a right fucking randy bin man’

‘Shit was great boys, I’ m letting the cum harden on my leg, love feeling that I’ve come in my Hiviz.’

‘Well Mal you’re the dirtiest of the lot of us’

‘Too fucking right and I’m proud of that mate.’

‘So I’m ready to get out there and get the bins on the lorry. I tell you this is the best job. Being in Hi Viz all the time makes any lad horny and best of all always dirty, Standing up he yanked his overall up over his belly but left much at top open to show off his thick hairy chest. He stood in front of the mirror and gone was that snotty Malcolm Pritchard. Instead this fat ,hairy lout of a bin man with a shaved head, heavy facial growth and thick arms , hands with ingrained dirt looked back at Mal. ‘Shit I look fucking brill’

He gave another belch.

‘Come on boys let’s be off and see what bastard  gets annoyed because we don’t pick up his bins. We’ll make him pay and next time I get first fuck.’

[captainlondonman]

Bin Man Complaint

Malcolm Pritchard was furious as he stood outside his house. Yet again the bin men had not collected his rubbish. This was the third time and he reckoned it was because they did not like him. He shouted down the road for them to come back to him but the two men in their HiViz turned and waved a couple of fingers at him and rode off in the truck.

‘Enough is enough’, he thought, ‘I am going down to the depot to make a complaint and get those two blokes fired. They are only bloody bin men. I am not being messed around.’

Later that morning he turned up at the depot and as he walked past this truck he saw the two blokes leaning against the wall having a cigarette, smiling at him. Both guys were big, not just tall but wide as well one with a beer gut who wore Hi Viz trousers and jacket, the jacket being unzipped to show his bare hairy chest. He had a shaved head and two days growth on his face, a thick neck and pierced ears. His mate looked huge with hi Viz trousers, a dirty vest and HiViz waistcoat. He had a crew cut and thick bushy beard.

‘Hi mate,’ one shouted,’ how’s your bin?’

‘Christ look at you,’ Malcolm responded, ‘you wont be smiling once I’ve seen your boss. Where’s the office?’

‘Find it yourself ‘the guy returned ‘if that’s your attitude.’

Malcolm was livid. He stormed to the back of the warehouse and saw the door marked Manager

Knocking loudly a voice from inside came back

‘Come in,’ a gruff voice sounded

Malcolm walked in angry and ready for strong words mainly to get the other two fired.

The Manager was sitting at his desk dressed in full Hi Viz, trousers, T shirt, and jacket all in bright orange. He took up all his seat, a big man with a shaved head, thick moustache his chunky hands spread across the table.

‘So what can I do for you?’

‘My name is Malcolm Pritchard and I wish to make a complaint.’

‘I am surprised Sir as we never have complaints at this depot.’

‘Well I am surprised you have not. My complaint is the two men currently in your garage’

‘What Bob and Pete?’

‘I don’t know their names but suffice to say action needs to be taken against them, For the last 3 weeks they have not taken my rubbish. They collect at everyone else’s house but not mine.’

‘Have you offended them in any way?’

‘Certainly not. They are clearly picking on me and I will not stand for it. This morning they gave me 2 fingers ignoring my requests. They are a pair of oafs and need to be fired.’

‘That is strong language Mr. Pritchard’

Maybe but I refuse to leave until you do something about is and take action against these idiots.’

‘Please sit down Mr. Pritchard and let me give you a coffee and we can talk a bit further.’

‘Only if you take some action.’

‘Of course I full intend to take action, ‘The manager said as he poured a mug for his guest.

‘Please have a sip or two first and we will sort it all out for you. You will be surprised what I can do for you’

Malcolm took a sip and thought it smelt a bit odd but decided to take another gulp so he could carry on

‘I am not happy with… ‘He suddenly found himself slurring his words and his eyelids becoming heavy.

‘There is something wrong with this coffeeeeeee’ he managed to say as he slumped asleep on the chair

He didn’t know how long he was asleep but the haze in his eyes started to clear and he lifted his head to see the vision in front of him. The Manager had moved and was now leaning against the desk immediately in front of Malcolm. He looked much bigger than when sitting in the chair, towering above him..

Malcolm was suddenly aware that he was sitting on the chair – naked and yet this did not seem to worry him. Where were his clothes, what had happened, how long was he asleep? However none of this seemed to matter in his foggy brain. What he did know was that the manager was in front of him and Malcolm was looking straight into his crotch. The Manager started to rub his crotch and as he did so, the bulge was more obvious until Malcolm could see the large rigid outline in the Hi Viz

Malcolm only wanted one thing and that was to see the guys cock, he wanted to reach out and stroke that erect dick and he wanted more than that.

‘So Mal , us bin men are not so bad after all, eh I can see your eyes feasting on my cock. It stinks like a real binman but that’s what you want. Tell me Mal.’

‘Shit I love the sight of that cock of yours in your Hi Viz. Can I touch. Where are my words coming from Malcolm thought its not me yet its what I want.

‘Go ahead and do what you are really wanting. I’m waiting.’

Malcolm sat forward and taking one hand he started stroking the full length of the managers cock through his Hi Viz.

Feeling Malcolm’s hand rub over the nylon trousers made the Manager even more horny for what was to come.

‘You have a great cock there and I want to suck you dry.’

‘Well what are you waiting for.’

Malcolm took both hands to the Manager’s zip and roughly pulkled it down as he was desperate to see the full sweaty dick.

Malcolm unbuttoned the top and let the cock flip out with a whack.

As soon as the cock was free, Malcolm could smell the unwashed dick. It stank of sweat and piss and clearly had not been washed for days. But the smell was what Malcolm wanted, the stronger the better

‘You fucking love a bin man’s cock don’t you, Mal, quite a boner you have there. That tongue of yours is just wanting my dick down the back of your throat.’

‘Christ your cock stinks but I love the smell. The stronger the better.’ and with that he let his tongue lick the 8”fat head, savouring the rancid taste.

‘Its bloody great.’

‘Quit the talking and start sucking.’ The manager had had enough and grabbed hold of Malcolm’s head and moved his mouth straight down the shaft

‘So we are not so stupid now are we?’

Malcolm could feel himself gagging with the sheer size but his mind only wanted the full length down the back of his throat so he could feel the Managers pubes pressing against his lips.

The Manager forced his cock further and further down and Malcolm was not just gagging but he was gagging for more, he wanted every drop of cum shooting down his inside.

The Manager still with his hands around Malcolm’s head moved his body in and out at first slowly so he could feel the strong sensation and as it grew so did he face fuck Malcolm faster and faster and the more Malcolm wanted his cock erupting into his throat.

‘A right little sucker you’ve turned out to be. No complaints now you little bastard. You don’t get one better on a bin man. Take my fucking cock the whole way down, you’re going swallow every drop and its all coming your way.

‘I’m coming you horny little pervert Christ I’m ready’

And with that the Manager shot load after load a creamy white spunk down the back of Malcolm’s throat, Malcolm gulping the full force of cum. He was not going to let any drip out his mouth he wanted it all inside him.. He slurped it down..

The Manager took his cock out and wiped the last bit of cum across Malcolm’s face.

‘Shit man you love dick’

‘I love yours,’ Malcolm replied. ‘I want more.’

As the Manager zipped himself up he looked down at Malcolm.

‘Don’t think you are coming with that stiff dick of yours. I’m going out now but Bob and Pete want to see you after all your insults so I will leave them to you.’

He walked out and closed the door. Malcolm was feeling so horny after his blow job and put his hand over his dick to start a wank. When the door opened and in walked Bob and Pete.

‘Get yer hands off that fucking cock of yours now,’

‘But I’m feeling so horny’

‘No wanking got that.’

Malcolm responded ‘Id love to have a go at your pricks. I love cock.’

‘Don’t worry there’s plenty coming your way,’ Bob said rubbing his own dick ‘But first so you know what a real bin man smells like get a whiff of this. He held his arm out whilst grabbing Malcolm’s head and thrusting it towards his hairy armpit.

‘Now get a good smell of a sweaty bin bloke who hasn’t washed for a few days. Get your nose right into my hair and smell. Malcolm’s nose was rammed up tight into Bobs armpit the smell of BO so strong but for Malcolm it was perfect not only did he smell but his tongue was licking all over .

‘I love it ‘ Malcolm said

‘Well if you love it so much have a good smell of my feet,’ Pete said taking off his boots to reveal blackened socks. ‘Go on get your mouth and nose up against these cheesy feet of mine’

All these smells had Malcolm’s cock rigid with pleasure. As he took Pete’s foot is his hand massaging it as he let his nose travel all over under.

‘A right horny little bastard aren’t you. So much for that snotty Mr Pritchard. This is more like it the way you really are. Enough, now get up and lean over the desk.

Malcolm willingly stood up and bent over knowing full well what was coming his way.

‘I hope you’re gonna fuck me boys. Make sure you work my tits at the same time.’ This was not Malcolm Pritchard speaking but dirty Mal, the real Malcom that he had been hiding until that cup of coffee

As Pete pushed him down hard on the desk with one hand he reached into his HiViz trousers and pulled out his already erect prick

‘Jesus, I didn’t think my cock was as high as this. Right sweaty and I forgot to wipe of my cum after my wank this morning.’

He let a large gob of spit fall onto his meaty shaft and rubbed it in making his cock ready for entry.

‘Go on your little whore widen your legs so I can get my shaft right in.’ He let his thick head find Mal’s hole and once there started to move his cock in slowly as he wanted to feel the tight arse open to take the whole cock. Malcolm started groaning , with pleasure and was moving his arse back to take the full length as quick as he could

‘Shit that’ s a great dick you’ve got there Bob, go on ram it right up to the hilt,’ Mal pushed his arse back as far as he could so he could feel Pete’s pubes against he cheeks

Pete put both arms around Mal’s chest till he reached his tits.

‘So you like your tits worked do you, you fucking bitch well don’t think I’m gonna just give them a little rub.’

He put his finger and thumb around each tit and started pulling and twisting hard his head lowered at the side of Mal’s head digging his teeth into the neck

Mal twisted with pain but mainly pleasure making the arse even more open to Pete’s cock

‘Go on Pete more pleaaase. Shit I love the pain and with your cock inside me. I want you to come working my tits.

Bob was standing at the side rubbing his Hi Viz, showing a massive bulge which was tenting , his hand rubbing fast down the entire shaft length

‘Go on Bob take your dick out and let me see while Pete’s fucking’

‘So you wanna see Big Bob do you well you’ll be more than seeing.’

Bob reached in deep and pulled out his thick 10inch cock

Pete said ‘It always makes me horny seeing that dick of yours Bob and even better watching you wank as I fuck the living daylights of this bitch.’

‘I want that cock of yours Bob after Pete.’

‘Let Pete come first as he’ll widen that hole of you for me to enter’.

Watching Bob rub his hand up and down his cock made Pete work hard on Mal’s arse and mal was breathing hard watching that massive dick and worked his arse up and down Pete’s length faster and faster,

Go on Pete you’d better come so I can fuck this guy as I’m getting really worked up watching you.’

‘Don’t worry Bob, shit I’m coming. Arghhhh take the full load you bastard.’ Pete shouted as he gave a final lurch up Mal’s arse.

As he took his cock out so he smeared the leftover across Mal’s cheeks

‘He’s all your Bob, at least he’s now gelled up with my cum. He’s now gonna have both our cum mixing in that arse of his.

Bob pushed Pete out the way ‘H’es mine now. Go on bend over and get ready.’

It took Bob no time to find the arse opening and start to move his cock in , Mal wincing from the size

‘Christ Bob, its bigger than I thought, you’d better take it easy’

‘Fucking forget that, watching you be fucked by Pete has made me ready to blast a load. So you’re taking the full length and quick. He put both arms firmly around Mal’s waist and levered his full length up to the hilt

Christ you’re so big but it’ s fucking amazing

‘Once fucked by me you’ll always want big dick.’

Still with his hands around Mal’s waist he moved in and out taking his cock right out to the knob edge and then ramming it back in so he could feel the full length of Mal’s arse.

‘You little whore you’re ready for all my spunk ok?’

‘Go on shoot it the whole ay up, I’m gagging for it.’

‘Then gag because here it is.’

‘Fuck you’, Bob shouted as he let wave after wave shoot the length of Mal’s arse.

‘Take my fucking spunk.’

‘Yeah please more.’

Malcolm collapsed on the desk as Bob let his cock slide out, taking his hand to wipe off the remaining cum and then spread it over Malcolm’s back. ‘Take my cum inside and out’ he said adding a gob of spit to rub it in.

‘Better get in the shower Mal, and you’ll feel much better, just like us lads, you know those idiot binmen you talked about.. I’ll get some clothes for you for when you get out.’

Mal did as he was told and found the shower room. No soap but at least some hot water. He turned the water on and thought

‘Christ what a smell this water has, its like a mix of BO and rancid bins.’ He was about to jump out of the shower but something in him started to sniff the odour even though he thought it awful. The more he sniffed the more he found himself liking it, in fact he was loving it and breathing in deeply. He immersed himself under the shower and suddenly saw at his feet what looked like all his fair hair swimming around him and going down the waste. He put his hand up to his head and realized it had all gone, he was bald, smooth bald as though someone had just fully shaved all his hair off. He brought his hand down his face and no longer was he smooth but he had a thick stubble. He was not sure what was going on but he felt this was the real him. Looking down as the water covered him he could see thick black hair climbing up his legs which now looked more like tree trunks but big size 11 feet. The hair continued up past his pubes and up his chest , like a thick forest rising up to his neck. He started to move his hands over his chest and his little tits started enlarging bursting out into a pair of man boobs but it was his chest that started to balloon, not just a little but his belly kept going outwards. He had a huge beer gut hanging over his cock so he could not see his dick.. he held his gut feeling proud and gave a loud belch.

Getting out the shower he saw the lads had put out clothes for him which he got into. A thick pair of socks with holes in them which had once been white and were now yellow, a Hi Viz overall in orange which was ingrained with dirt and grease, he pulled it up and found it was tight getting over his gut so left it for the moment at his waist. And finally a pair of worn rigger boots with the steel toe caps showing.

‘Fuck, this is my gear, what I am meant to wear’ he said to himself.

He automatically put his hand up to one pocket and took out a packet of Roll your own cigarettes and made one up as if he had been doing it for years. Lighting up he inhaled deeply and let it hang from his mouth. As he moved to take out a mobile he let rip with a loud fart, smelly.

‘Shit that’s a good one he thought loving the smell. Probably from the curry.’

He knew exactly what to look for on his mobile and searched for Tumblr and all the sites for Hi Viz men, that ‘s what turned him on, lots of builders, tradies and binmen in their gear, sucking one another off, having a good fuck with each other.

‘Shit some great photos here,’ he thought feeling his cock start to stiffen in his overall. The more photos he looked at the more his cock was rigid. Mal leant back on the bench and started rubbing his cock through the hi Viz.

‘I love feeling the Hi Viz nylon rubbing against me cock’ he said, ‘makes me so fucking horny so I can shoot a load.’ As he checked out the photos on his phone there was one of a guy being fucked in his Hi Viz with two cocks up him.

‘Fucking hell man that’s fucking great,’ he started rubbing the Hi Viz more, the precum oozing out onto his leg,

‘Jesus I’d love to be a cock up that young guys arse’, he thought’ His cock was stiff as a pole and he wanked more and more through the nylon. It was wanking in his Hi Viz he liked so much.

‘Christ I’m coming’ he shouted as he leant back further to allow his cock to shoot all the way down his leg. ‘Jeeesus,’ He shot load after load of spunk down his overall, feeling it running down his leg.

‘Fucking great’ as he took a last puff of his ciggie.

The door opened and in walked Bob and Pete.

‘You dirty bastard, Mal, wanking on the job. You’re a right fucking randy bin man’

‘Shit was great boys, I’ m letting the cum harden on my leg, love feeling that I’ve come in my Hiviz.’

‘Well Mal you’re the dirtiest of the lot of us’

‘Too fucking right and I’m proud of that mate.’

‘So I’m ready to get out there and get the bins on the lorry. I tell you this is the best job. Being in Hi Viz all the time makes any lad horny and best of all always dirty, Standing up he yanked his overall up over his belly but left much at top open to show off his thick hairy chest. He stood in front of the mirror and gone was that snotty Malcolm Pritchard. Instead this fat ,hairy lout of a bin man with a shaved head, heavy facial growth and thick arms , hands with ingrained dirt looked back at Mal. ‘Shit I look fucking brill’

He gave another belch.

‘Come on boys let’s be off and see what bastard  gets annoyed because we don’t pick up his bins. We’ll make him pay and next time I get first fuck.’

[lustymare-deactivated20200107]

Chronivac at his new digs

This is the first part of my #chroniweek contributions

https://muscle-growth.org/blogs/entry/727-chroniweek/

Chroniweek

Is it a tablet? Is it a smartphone? No, its the Chronivac. Some of you may know that for the past two years Id tried to establish a traditio

Enjoy

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Colin had just graduated from college with a good degree in journalism. He was ready to make it in the world, and had just accepted a job as a journalist in one of the main stream newspapers. Of course it was all mostly online content now, but it was the break he’d been hoping for. He’d have to work his way up the company, work really hard and show what he was made of, but he’d wanted nothing less.

Colin had moved out of his college town and into the big city. He had everything going for him. He was a bright lad, good looking with a light daily exercise routine which, partnered with a healthy diet, led to a tight physique.

Colin was also in the closet, and he had a secret fetish about changing the people around him. He couldn’t help imagining how he’d improve the men around him. He didn’t need to know them, just random changes. It kept him both entertained and also satisfied his horny urges.

About a month into his new job, he felt the loneliness of knowing no-one in the city. He’d said hello to some of the neighbors in his apartment block, but no-one really seemed interested in hanging out.

While searching on his laptop for some porn with a new twist to keep him hard, he noticed an app advertised which kept popping up. “You have been chosen” the add said. Probably something everyone saw, although something about it made him pay more attention to it. Then suddenly a 10 second timer popped up with a message “this message will disappear forever in…”. Panicked, he clicked the link. “You have been chosen for the gift of this life altering app. You are the only person seeing this ad in the world, so download it before we take it away”.

Colin found himself downloading this strange app without really thinking, with many questions pouring through his head.

He watched with anticipation as the app installed on his laptop. But he was surprised when his phone also buzzed. Somehow it had installed on there too. He hoped it wasn’t a virus.

Colin clicked the new app’s icon on his desktop and the programme opened.

“Welcome to the latest version of Chronivac “Chonivac life”. The app which literally changes your life…and those of others”

And then he saw all the different options possible.

He was confused at what the app did, but figured he would have a play around with it.

Colin clicked on the biggest button “search for transformees” and then was confused by the drop down menu. “Floor, 5 Floors, Whole apartment block, Street” there was even an option to type an address (which was currently filled with his exact postal address). He clicked floor and was delighted to see the local residents who lived on his floor of the tower block.

The screen opened revealing a floor plan of his apartment and the apartments on his level. He could now see where everyone on his floor were, and what they were doing.

In Colin’s first month, he’d not really got to know anyone in his apartment block, and so this would give him a unique insight into their lives.

He saw a guy in bed in the apartment 2 doors down. And Colin couldn’t resist clicking on him to see what he was up to.

And the screen zoomed in on this guy. It was just like Colin was watching this guy through some cosmic invisible webcam. And next to the guy popped up his stats.

Apparently this guy was called Jackson. Colin looked down his stats. He could see he was a fatty from the webcam weighing 190lbs - mostly fat from what the stats said. He was amazed that this software gave him descriptions of his social life - he didn’t really have one, and his hobbies - basically watching TV in bed and beating off to porn.

This guy was a looser by the worlds standards and quite literally a wanker.

Colin found it weird how his cock size was registered - 4.5 inches and even his orientation - which was straight.

Then Colin noticed that these figures were each in a box which looked like he could edit them.

He clicked on weight and a drop down menu appeared. Below his overall weight were sliders indicating the proportion of weight which was fat and which was muscle.

What would happen if he typed in 180lbs and increased the muscle slide (which decreased the fat side.

Before his eyes, he watched this fat arse start to tone up, as he lost some of his fat, and the rest redistributed around his body. His moobs tightened into firm pecs and his arm flab converted into well worked biceps and triceps.

His flab around his middle was melting away into a flat stomach.

“fuck” Colin said out loud in his flat, “I love this programme.”

He then increased the muscle slider again and watched as his muscles increased and the flat stomach chiseled into well crunched abs.

But what else could he change about his neighbor?

He clicked on his face and removed his beard. Then he played with his bone structure until the guy looked like a model. He had fun messing with the hair options until he was majorly turned on by the guy in front of him on his laptop. Of course next he increased the small cock in his hand which swelled big & meaty.

He saw a section which listed this guys career as ‘store attendant’ and saw his wage packet. He spotted he could change all of this too. Was there really a limit to what he couldn’t change about the strangers around him?

In his job role he deleted ‘Store attendant’ and typed ‘model’

He then quadrupled his pay packet, and watched as the room decor started to change.

This was amazing. Who else could he change the life of?

Colin had an idea. What about that other college graduate who moved in about the same time as him? He was pretty cute, and maybe Colin could use this for his own gratification too? Or maybe he’d just have fun playing around with the cutie.

He clicked back to the floor plan and clicked on number 320′s apartment.

To Colin’s joy, he saw the cute guy was in, alone and reading.

He clicked on him and found that his name was Conner.

Conner was currently an accountant, and was making a good wage for a graduate, and he was enjoying his life. As an introvert, he loved nothing more than coming home and enjoying a good book.

Colin had a look through his hobbies and discovered that Conner loved running and considered himself adventurous. His last holiday had been hiking in the Himalayas and he was a well read guy.

Colin was pleased to see that he could also edit this section of Conner’s life. When he clicked on what he thought was a text box, it converted into a hobbies editor. Each hobby was now it’s own little box with extra details. When he clicked on ‘love of books’ he saw that Conner had been encouraged to enjoy reading since the age of 4. He clicked on running and saw that he’d got into it in college.

He then saw a + button to add a hobby. He thought to himself “I just wonder” and looked down some options. He selected “gym goer” and under special focus he added “Weight lifting” and “bodybuilding” to Conner’s new hobby, and more detailed options appeared. He decided that Conner had been introduced to the gym, and specifically weight lifting at the age of 16. Under who introduced him, he selected his uncle, who’s picture popped up next to his name but he could even edit that entry and changed it to read ‘his bodybuilder uncle’.

Once he clicked ‘save’ he watched as Conner started to expand. His clothes started stretching across his studly frame and his features now fitted the amateur bodybuilder that Conner now was.

Colin spotted that his uncles photo had now changed as well. Instead of the average looking man, he looked more manly and Colin wasn’t sure from the small photo whether he could see a thicker neck too.

He clicked on the uncles photo and he saw a bit more of the extent of the power of this tool in his hands

He’d not only grown Conner, but hacked his Uncle too. But the Chronivac had made decisions automatically to change Conner’s Uncle into this stacked exhibitionist. Conner’s previously boyish looking, slightly shy early 40s uncle, now loved showing off his hot body to anyone interested.

Colin was so turned on, and clicked back to Conner.

Now thinking with his dick, he pulled up Conner’s orientation, and a slider appeared showing the range of sexual preferences. Conner was currently in the ‘straight zone’. Not hard against that extreme, but definitely only sexually interested in the ladies, while being able to appreciate male beauty.

That changed as Colin grabbed Conner’s sexual preference slide and pulled him toward the ‘gay zone’.

He went to Conner’s weight and just used a slider to increase his muscle mass.

And Conner grew even more

His already well worked muscle expanded as did his chest.

He was so engrossed and turned on that he was shocked when his phone pinged.

He saw a new notification “Congratulations, you’ve earned the ‘stud maker award’ for 3 grade A beefcakes”

Colin was shocked, was this a game of some sort. He saw the badge awarded him for starting this streak

He then saw that the app on his phone was a cut down version of ‘Chronivac life’.

He could select a target and get stats on them. He noticed a ‘freeze person’ button, settings such as ‘aware’ or ‘oblivious’, and the same body altering features where there just without the detailed drop downs.

Then there was a knock at his door.

His phone pinged. “Target acquired”

And he quickly glanced at his screen.

It was the guy from a few doors down the other way. He was a good looking guy, and he’d never knocked on his door before, so he wondered what he wanted.

He opened the door and welcomed the guy in.

“You ok man?” Colin asked the guy.

“Yeah man, sorry this will sound rude, but I’ve run out of milk and just wondered if I could borrow some? I know it’s random but I’ve got a date coming for a coffee in a few minutes and forgot to grab the stupid milk.”

“Sure thing man, I’ll grab it from the fridge. I’m Conner by the way”

“Max, and man you’re a life saver”

Colin grabbed his phone and pressed the freeze button, immediately Max froze in place.

Colin said “hey man, are you ok?” and got no response.

He decided to try something

Accessing his stats on his phone, he changed Max’s hair, then tweaked his face. He hadn’t realised he could change his clothes as well, and decided to make the hoodie black with a zip opening, and then he undid the hoodie himself. He manoeuvred Max’s hand to hold his hoodie open.

He had the definition of a regular gym goer, with his abs just visible.

Then Colin took Max’s muscle slider and ramped it up. Not too much, but turning the gym goer into a muscle hunk. His hoodie now clung to his thick biceps.

That’ll make him hotter for his date.

But then he decided to make him ditch his date, assuming his orientation.

So he clicked on his relationship, and saw a good looking man’s icon next to the word ‘date’

He was surprised that this guy was gay, and equally surprised that he was having this hot business guy round for a date.

He located Max’s date on the app and found a destination setting, which he changed to his address.

He decided to make a few adjustments to him as we walked into the apartment block. He was now wanting a casual threesome, rather than a serious datw and now had an adonis body to show off.

Colin unfroze Max and was given the option of being aware of the change or not. He decided it would be hilarious for Max to be aware of his transformation.

Colin said, man I’ve changed your plans a little, I hope you don’t mind.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve got the power to change anyone I like, and I like you. So take a look at your new self.”

“Fuck man, is this for real? I’m such a stud. Man I’m so hot. But why would you do this to me? I haven’t done anything to help or hurt you?”

Colin said “to be honest man, I’m horny and I like you, so I thought we could have a threesome, you me and your date.”

Max looked cross “that’s not right man, you can’t just fuck with a guy like this”

Colin quickly looked at his phone realising his unwise decision, and saw Max’s thoughts section.

He quickly froze Max and deleted a few of the thoughts. In the moment he realised he was a hunk, he tweaked it from “man I’m so hot” and added “I’d fuck myself, I’d love guys to play with this hot body of mine”. And then he deleted the anger and rage and changed it to sexy excitement. He then changed every negative thought into a positive and made Max love the idea of being transformed by this stranger, and loving the idea of a threesome with his date.

And then there was another knock at the door as Max’s date, Trevor arrived.

As he walked in he dropped his jacket to the floor and started undressing immediately without saying a word. He looked first at Colin, who was still his normal self, and then took in the eye candy of the lover he’d come to make.

He left the two of them making out while Colin rushed to the WC to sort himself out.

As soon as he got in there, he held his phone up to the mirror. His phone pinged with the notification “New Target Acquired” and he could see himself and all his stats before him. He’d play with more stats later, but for now it was all physical.

Thinking with his dick he increased his skinny frame and quickly tugged his T-shirt off.

He watched as his pecs grew out, his bis and tris inflated with hard muscle and his tight abs cut into his gut. He slid the ‘sex appeal’ slider up to just over half way and loved the new look it gave his face and hair.

He turned to join Max and Trevor and inadvertently slid the age slider up about 8 years. As he went to put his phone in his pocket, he hit the ‘unaware’ button by accident. Based on his new body, the app filled in the blanks. He’d now been living in this apartment block for 8 years and 1 month and the memories of that time were all there.

The 29 year old stud looked at the younger men in his apartment and knew he was going to own both their arses in minutes, and he was going to have a great time doing it. “This new app is fucking amazing” Colin thought. “After I’ve fucked these guys, perhaps I can fuck with a load of other guys over the next week ready for our new years party.

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[captainlondonman]

HI VIZ WORKIE

HI VIS

Portacabin Workie

The guys had all packed up for the weekend but a dirty van was still parked out the portacabin. No sign of life but then I was suddenly aware of a guy looking out one of the windows in my direction. I’d been sitting quietly reading the paper , well I say that but I was more interested in looking at the hiviz workies that might be around and who had been working on digging various holes in the road. So I pretended to look at the paper but aware I was being watched. Which workie was it? There was one I really got hard watching. A bruiser of a guy, always dirty, smoking and swearing loudly. He was a good 6’2” burly thick neck always in Hiviz jacket and usually jogging bottoms so when he bent down I could see a well formed black hairy arse and at the front it almost looked like he wore a cock ring as his cock stuck out making a horny outline when seen side on. He was always unshaven with close cropped black hair. He was not at all my type as usually it was fit , healthy well dressed guys but there was something about him that every time I could feel my cock hardening.

The portacabin door opened and shit it was him and he had been looking at me. However he showed no interest , shut the door got into his van and drove off. That’s a shame. So as I was about to get up I saw the door swing open. He had not locked up. It didn’t take much for me to walk over to shut it as no one would be around for the weekend so it might as well look safe.

I put my hand on the door to close and even though no one was around I could smell the stale odour to sweat and piss. He must have just pissed before leaving as in some ways it felt fresh. I’d never been in a workie cabin before and thought what the hell, this is a one off chance to check out. Besides my cock was already stiff as a brick.

I got in and closed the door behind me.. What a bloody mess, there were clothes, hi viz trousers, jackets, helmets, gloves strewn everywhere. The floor hadn’t been cleaned in ages and it was thick with mud and tar. Unwashed cups lay on the table and a big bowl of butt ends.

However next to the door there were clothes neatly hung on a peg with boots on the floor under. There were a pair of ripped camoflague army type trousers, dirty with tar patches and well worn, in fact they looked as if never washed, a ripped blue sweat top, an army jersey where the person had smeared their hands across and holes all over it. At the back was a filthy orange Hi viz jacket covered in grime and tar marks. On the floor a well used pair of rigger boots with the steel caps showing and a pair of crusty grey socks that were once white. Next to the boots on the bench a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of beer.

I could smell the person who had worn these, the sweat, the cigarette smoke, the dirt and without thinking I started to examine the clothes rubbing my hands over them all. What made me do it I don’t know but I lifted the trousers off the peg and started smelling the crotch. Christ it smelt of piss. Obviously the guy was commando and I could see the piss marks where at times he had not shaken his dick. But there was another smell and I could see dried cum marks. Christ he was dirty bugger, obviously wanking on the job and allowing the final drips to stain the jeans. Without thinking I put my nose to the crotch for a quick sniff but as soon as I did a wave a being dirty took over and I rammed my face deep into the crotch breathing deeply and with every breath my cock got bigger and bigger. Thank God no one was around and the more I ran the crotch over my face so my hand started wanking slowly as I was  wanting to cum but at least not yet. I could smell the piss and cum on my face and loved it. There was only one way now and that was to put the clothes on. I quickly stripped everything off and stood there pure and naked with a throbbing cock. There would be time for that wank and when I came I know I would shoot everywhere but most of all I wanted to come inside his camoflague gear and leave my own  dried cum for him when he came in on Monday.

I sat on the  bench and pulled on the crusty socks. God they were yellow underneath and I could smell the cheese. They looked a bit big but I saw my feet fitted perfectly. Next the sweatshirt. I smelt the armpits and could sense the sweat. Did this guy ever wash. But I wanted his smell over my body. Next the camouflage. Like him I was going to be commando and when I pulled them up my cock stuck out like a tent. I could see some precum staining through. They fitted perfectly. As did the boots though they looked 2 sizes bigger than I would take. Then the army jersey and I smeared my hand across it as I pulled it down. God my hands suddenly looked dirty and I even had dirt in my fingernails. They looked bigger and real workie type stubby hands. Finally the HI VIZ jacket dirty smelly, tar marked which I zipped up. That was me in the gear. Christ this was great, beyond expectations. On the bench were a pair of gloves. That would just finish everything and I wanted to wank wearing the gloves and cum in the gear. What happened to the clean cut guy? This was not me. Was it the smell,?  thinking of Bruiser?,  christ what?  but I felt dirty and loved it. I picked up the packet of cigarettes and took one out. What for I didn’t smoke and hated it but now I wanted nothing more than to have a fag and a good deep puff. As I took it out I held it between thumb and second finger. Christ that was so workie but it was instinctive and I wanted a fag and now. But before lighting up I needed to wipe my nose and just drew my sleeve across my face and then brought up a good gob of spit and spat onto the floor. I would never do this but now it was me what I wanted. I felt dirty and a workie.

My cock was now rigid and I started massaging my balls with the gloves on while puffing on the fag with the other hand. I had to see what I looked like. There had to be a mirror some place. Next to the bog (bog? Surely WC) was a grimy spattered full length mirror. I walked over fag in one hand the other gloved hand still massaging my cock and balls. I stood in front of the mirror.

Fucking Hell, who the fuck is this. Shit man what the fuck is going on. This wasn’t even my voice, the words that spilled from my mouth were deep sounding Brummie accent. Jeesus what the fuck.

Standing there staring at me was a forty year old well built, a good beer belly lying over the waisband, in full gear, the cock sticking out, and what a size, fag in hand, shaved head and a good few days growth on his face. My hands were big thick and covered in black hair, with bitten dirty nails. I looked like a footie hooligan with thick neck, squashed nose. Where was the twenty year old fresh faced guy that’s me? I put my hand up to my face and wiped across and sure enough there was the same growth and as I wiped so the dirty gloves left a mark as if I’d been putting in a full day on the roads.

Shit what the fuck has happened, yer a fucking workie. Shite I need a good puff. It was me speaking these words but not my voice.

Yet as I stared at myself and puffed the fag so my cock stood rigid and a leer came over my face. Fucking hell man you look a proper workie, its what you wanted, a right dirty smelling bugger. Christ man have that wank you deserve it.

As I started to massage the length of my cock through the material I heard a van draw up outside and then the van door closed. Fuck what’s going to happen now?

The door was flung open and in walked Bruiser.

I knew it’d be you he says smiling from one side of his face to another

Do you think I fuck off and leave the door open. Who do you think left these clothes you’re now in hanging just by the door. I knew you couldn’t fucking well resist. I just left you, went for a coffee and came back knowing full well I’d have a grimy mate like you standing here. Much fucking better than that cleancut college kid. Don’t look so fucking startled. Its what you wanted. A right dirty Brummie workie. It’s got you going man. A right fucking knob on there Shit you certainly got a big un. Much bigger than your college knob. Pass us a fag before you finish the lot off the way you’re going. Aint you going to say something.

I a’int the only one with a big dick mate. Shit that’s making one fucking large pole in your joggers. Christ this was me saying that and to Bruiser.

Too fucking right. I’ve had a hard on the whole way back hoping you’d be here looking just like this and you’re fucking better than I expected. I wanted a real workie and I certainly have one, he said dragging on his fag.

Then I ‘d better get to work on that cock of yours so come on, flip it out and let me see what you’re made off.

With one hand smoking his ciggie with the other he eased down the elastic of his joggers and flipped out his huge tool, a good 9inches.

Ain’t washed for a few days so you can get this stinking piece of meat down yer throat. We workies know how to give a bloody good blow job don’t we.

Too fucking right. I hope yer right and yer cocks stinks as I want the full taste of yer manhood.

I stubbed my fag out and was down on my knees smelling his cock. Christ he was right I could smell the piss and cum but its what I wanted and all the way down my throat. I wanted to savour his stinking dick so licked carefully around the head taking in the left over piss and taking the full thick shaft in my hands.

Get my prick down that throat of yours. I’m fucking horny as I have been waiting to see you and was wanking all the way here so I’m ready to put a load of cum all down that throat of yours.

Shit, Bruiser I said that’s one big dick to take but don’t worry I want the whole fucking load you can give me.

At that he grabbed me round the head and start pulling me in.

Breathe properly man and get it down you. That’s it. Slowly I felt his sweaty dick move down the back of my throat. He must have pissed just before he came as I had that tang in my mouth and loved it.

That’s it man swallow my whole big prick. I only want workies on my cock and you’re the best I’ve made. Fucking dirty whore man. Go on suck it let me feel those lips of you right round the shaft. He pulled me in and set me out time after time swearing

Yeah fuck it man, take it all, fucking dirty workie take all my cum.

I had hold of his legs and pushed and pulled them as he stood stock still

Suddenly he stopped shoving my head right up to his balls.

Jesus I coming I hope you fucking gag on all that’s coming to you.

I could feel his body tightening and then without any warning he screamed fucking hell and shot a fountain of cum down my throat. I wanted every drop of it and swallowed and swallowed but there was so much it was also spiliing out of my mouth and down my chin.

You know how to suck a man. Shit that was fucking great. Now take the last drop.

As I leant back I took my hiviz arm and wiped the cum off my mouth on chin leaving a big white smear across the jacket.

I ain’t rubbing that off mate so everyone can see I’ ve given you the best blowjob ever.

Too fucking right.

I stood up and as he flipped his cock back into his joggers he looked at my dick.

Now you need a bit of satisfying.

You know what Bruiser there’s only one way that’s going to be achieved I said rubbing my cock and unbuttoning the flies

And what’s that he said

I’m going to fuck you rigid I said as I pulled my prick out. Christ it was big and the foreskin slid back revealing a monster head

You wanted a workie, well you got one and this workie wants a fuck. Lets see that hairy ass of yours.

I’d never fucked a guy in my life having always been the sub but now with the Brummie voice, looking like a footie bloke I wanted my cock up his arse.

Before he had time to reply I turned him round and pulled down the joggers round his knees.

Just what I thought a nice hairy ass and I love hairy ass for a good fuck. So bend over and spread those hairy beefy legs.

Take it easy mate that’s one big prick you have there but I want it deep inside. I knew you were the fucking type as soon as I walked in.

I put my hand between his crack and massaged the hairy bum finding the hole. I shoved in one finger and then two and Bruiser started to moan. Hope there’s a lot more than that coming.

Christ man once this dick of mine is up you you’ll know.

I gobbed up a good bit of spit and smeared it over my cock.

Putting my beefy hands in the gloves around him I started sliding it in. After the first wince it started sliding more easily.

I aint the first to have fucked you mate

Maybe not but youre the biggest. Christ its fucking great. Get it all the way

If that’s what you want I said as I rammed my dick the whole way up  and felt my balls swing against his arse. I felt the hair against me as he let out a long moan.

He was bent over the table sticking his arse out so he could feel the full thrust and my hands were round his waist. Christ he was hairy all over as my hands went round the front grabbing his belly.

You want a good fuck so I giving it. I started to pump slowing so I could savour every slow move and felt his muscles grab my cock inside him. The more he used his muscles the more I wanted to speed up the fuck.

Go on mate gie it to me fuckjng me hard as you want.

I was ramming my prick up and down and the quicker I rammed the nearer I was to spurting a great load.

Christ I’m ready. I could feel the cum leaving my balls and ready to explode. Shit I comin as I qickly took my cock out and let rip with a fountain of spunk all the way up his HiViz jacket.

Fuck man that arse has given me the best fuck ever I shouted in my Brummie voice.

Bruiser pulled up  his joggers and sat back on the bench. I wiped my cock with the gloves and smeared it over my jacket so the cum makes would harden nicely. I put my dick back in the camos and could see some staining coming thro from the left overs.

I never thought you’d be as good as that, he said. All my dreams come true when I set those clothes out for you. Give us a fag.

I lit up 2 fags and handed one to him. Both of us taking long draws.

Now then Mate he said, you have to decide as I’m about to lock up. Your old clothes are over there and then you can go back to reading your paper and being the little perv or we can turf them out in the nearest bin and you come back with me as a Brummie Workie.

I took another long draw, wiped my hand across my mouth and spat onto my jacket

Doesn’t seem as there much of a fucking decision to make, Bruiser. I’m a fucking butch workie who knows how to give a good fuck and can be as dirty as I fucking want. Bin those clothes, I’m.staying as I am This is the bloody life , a dirty workie, with some fags, booze, mucky work on the roads and best yet a good load of fucking with the lads.

When we get back to your place make sure  that cock of yours I had a taste off gets rammed up my arse.

I put my gloved hand down and gave my balls and cock a good rub. Better get going Bruiser I’m as horny as fuck.

[captainlondonman]

HI VIS BIN MAN

BIN MAN

THE SECOND HAND SHOP

What was going on in his mind? James was a sensible final year student working hard and in line for a 1St. After that the world should be his oyster. He had been dating the same girl for a year at college and she was pretty and bright so all in all life was good, in fact great.

But ever since the work on the building site had started next door to his block of flats he could not understand what was going on his mind,.What games were being played. There was quite a group of guys, all the young one with tattoos up at least one arm, middle aged bald or close cropped hair guys with a beer belly and invariably showing the crack in their arse. But they were all in HI Viz gear usually orange. They all wore the trousers with thick steel capped rigger boots some only had a waistcoat on showing their chests and bellies. Others wore T shits with the orange and silver strips and some thick jackets. Certainly he could understand looking at the young guys being a bit jealous of their physique with 6 pack chests and biceps. No wonder they all showed off. But he found he was also interested in the older guys who looked thuggish and dominant types who would take no nonsense.

James hoped that they did not notice him staring at them as he walked by the site or the fact that his dick was making a clear outline in his chinos since he could not help himself getting hard.by or at times when he secretly watched them from his window. He became more and more fascinated and as time went by the guys never seemed to wash their kit as it became dirtier and dirtier with oil stains and muck. He liked that. His thoughts on them all got worse as at night in bed he started thinking of them all and his cock was immediately rock hard. At first he let is subside but soon the sexual side took over and he was wanking, rubbing his hand up and down his dick and then faster and faster until he would shoot a huge load thinking of these guys. He never thought of his girlfriend in these dreams and in fact realized that over the past few weeks he had been making excuses not to see her. And why? The workies were starting to take over his mind

It became worse as he then started noticing the bin men who were all also in Hi viz gear. Generally they were younger blokes who looked as if there was little between their ears and they just aimlessly picked up the bins usually with a fag in their mouths, and filled the bin lorry. They may have been thickos but they laughed a lot, swore a lot and to James looked fucking horny most of the times.

Christ now it’s the bin men taking me over, it was bad enough with the workies but now this. Christ what is happening. I have such a life ahead and yet I man being taken over by these fantasises.  James was wanking every night dreaming that he might be thick a bin man or workie.

He then decided that he needed to get some hi Viz gear for himself. He could hide it in the flat and then dress up in it. Shit just the thought make his cock erect. Standing in front of his full leanth mirror would be perfect watching himself looking like a bin man and jacking off. But the more he thought about the gear the more he wanted used kit. Then he could fantasize of the guys who had been wearing them, getting dirty and sweaty with piss marks inside and who knows they may even have come and got spunk stains. Much better if you are going to go for it you get the used stuff. God the very thought made him wank.

So he started checking out the websites and there was the ocaasional item on ebay but all the other stockists were new. He looked on fetish sites but nothing. Then one night after trolling a couple of hours a place popped up south of the river saying they had the full range of new and also some used gear for the specialist. What did that mean?

James was so keen to check the place out he skipped class and headed over to the shop. From the outside it looked like a standard Hi Viz shop. Gingerly he went is and there were a couple of alleyways with all kind of the gear but all new. The guy behind the counter was middle aged, beefy, shaved head and beard with hairy arms and all he was wearing was a hi Viz bib and trousers, His chest hair seemed to sprout all around the bib.

Hey mate can I help you

‘Just looking’ James replied meekishly

Got everything you might want here mate

I think you may want something from our specialist range. Am I right?

That’s just by  looking at you and the way you are dressed.

Yes that would be great but I don’t see anything on your shelves.

No, these are for the normal lads and the building contractors

Go in through the side door there and I’ll see you.

There was a buzz and the lock opened. James went in.

So you’re looking for some good used gear, is that right.

Er yes please.

Thought so, as soon as you walked in. Some good dirty and sweaty items I would think. If so I can help you out.

Ever thought of being a binman?

No, I’m in my final year and expected to get a 1st.

Well there ain’t any bin man who has that mate. They are all thick as shit but you look as if you’d be good as a bin man. Bet you think that at times when you wank.

James stood in horror but the man had him to a T

Well I’m not sure about that

I am. You need to chill and think what its like to be thick and just go from day to day with the boys, a few fags and pints. You’d love it trust me. I often get jobs for guys with contractors or councils. Anyway lets see what happens and what you find. Go through this next door and take your time to get all you want. One condition. No wanking until you have paid for the gear. I’ll leave you to it. So in you go.

And with that he opened the second door and James went in.

It was like a portacabin but with no windows and bright fluorescent lights. The first thing that hit James was the smell. It was a strong mix of cigarette smoke and sweat. It was almost overpowering and at first James thought he would retch but the more he breathed the more it became easier to the point that he was voluntary inhaling the smell and liking it to the point that his cock started twitching. All around the room  was a bench and above on varying pegs were all kinds of Hi Viz gear all with tags that showed the size On the floor were rigger boots of different sizes and inside were white socks but they were clearly also second hand as they looked dirty and yellow. It was overwhelming for James and it was his fantasy come true. As he started checking out the gear he stroked them all and with each stroke so his cock hardened even more till was desperate to get it out of his chinos. Thre were several 32” waist trousers some in yellow but he wanted orange. Some were more stained than others and he found the exact pair. Full of oil stains with ingrained dirt. The fluorescent strip was almost grey they were so dirty. He looked inside the zip and sure enough this had been one dirty guy, and he had obviously been always commando. James could see all the piss marks. God this is what I want to wear. He then found a pair of rigger boots size 9 with the steel of the toe caps showing and the socks dirty and when he lifted them out he could smell the cheese.

He fancied a polo shirt with the fluorescent stripes. There were a couple his size but he knew which one to choose. He could see the armpits had had a lot of sweat and there were a couple of holes on the front from hard usage. H then soon found the Hiviz waistcoat, a must for any workie and ripped in several places. He next looked for the orange hi viz jacket. He tried on several, some were too long on the arms other in length but one was perfect and full of grease marks and he could see the guy had used the cuffs to wipe away his snot. Dirty bugger he thought but perfect. In the pockets on one side were a pair of gloves dirty and well worn and in the other a packet of cigarettes and box of matches. Not much use to me James thought as I don’t smoke but I love the fact that this bloke did smoke.

He now had the full kit. By this time he just wanted to wank but the guy in the shop had been specific. How the hell was he going to wait until he got home and try the kit on. Everyone would see his cock bursting out of his chinos so he’d have to hold the package tight to his dick.

Suddenly a voice sounded over what seemed a tannoy. It was the shop guy.

Before you go you had better try on to make sure. That door in front of you is a changing room as well as the bog. In you go.

James thought the guy is right, better to get it right but I can’t look in the mirror or I’ll come. He went into the WC and the smell was even stronger than the cabin but this time it was mixed with piss. What a stench. Bet this is what the workies bog is like, bloody hell its powerful but the more he tried to resist the smell the more he wanted to inhale until he started to feel slightly dizzy. Not enough to strip off his college clothes. His ock sprang up aas soon as he took off his boxers and he could see the precum on the tip.. It was as though he was in such to dress up in his full kit. Everything fitted to perfection and he could feel the sweat percolating into his skin. Christ these are real men who do real work James thought. Bloody great guys.

As he was thinking about the workies and bin men, smoke started coming through the ceiling vent, just a trickle at first but soon it was pouring through. It was strong tobacco smoke.It started to fill the room and James thought I’ve got to get out of this but when he tried to open the door it was locked. He pushed he shoved and started coughing his guts up. He could feel the smoke take over his hair, his entire body and he kept inhaling thinking it might help but it was too much.

He fell on to the loo and passed out.

He had no idea how long he had been out but as he opened his eyes the air was clear but his whole body smelt of smoke. I like this he thought in fact I’m desperate for a ciggie. He had his fags in his pocket and quickly lit one up, inhaling deeply, puffing as if he’d been doing it all his life.

That feels fucking better. Shit I should be at work instead of skiving off.

Why the hell am I saying  that James thought. I think I need to get back to college but I’m not sure. Why the hell am I going to a college. I’m sitting here in my Hi viz gear and ciggie in hand . Is that not my life?

James pushed his hand across this head. Where’s my hair.? He rubbed back and forth and all he could feel was a shaved head. Of course it’s been this like for ages what am I fucking thinking. In fact mate why do I fucking think at all.

The door opened and in the doorway stood the shop owner.

So Joe are you ready?

Joe? I think its James but hell what do I know.

Exactly mate you’re only a thicko bin man, so its Joe. And while you were dossing I came in and decided as a dimwit bin man you might as well have your hair shaved. Looks a bloody sight better with all those fucking stinking clothes you’re wearing.

Shit man I sure do stink and why do I have such a cloud in my head but that’s all part of being thick ain’t it.

You can smoke all you want later , James no Joe said, let me finish me fag in peace.

Time to  get up and get back to the bins. I’ve spoken to the manager and he’s waiting for you. You’ll love the job. No thinking just working with garbage and smoking.

Great suit me man  Joe replied puffing on his fag with one hand and rubbing his cock through the Hi Viz with the other

Looks like you’re needing to shoot judging by that tenting going on.

Sure thing mate, a young guy like me always horny. With me fag and hiviz I’m always ready for a wank.

I said no wanking until you have paid for the gear but I’ll take the money from your first weeks wages so why not get that dick of your out now.

Shit man I’m fucking gagging for a wank.  Joe said as he unzipped and pulled out his meaty cock.

The owner started rubbing himself and Joe could see the entire length of the blockes shaft straining to get out.

That’s some dick you’ve got there mate, Joe said

Ain’t been washed for a few days

Fine by me. Who wants to get out of HI Viz gear anyway

So what you doing just sitting there with a fag in one hand and working your prick. Mine needs that mouth of yours. Get over here now.

Sure mate always happy to help out another Hi Viz bloke. Just hope me bin mates like some good hard horny sex.

Joe stubbed out his ciggie and got down on his knees in front of the owner. With his ciggie hand he got hold of the cock while keeping his other hand busy stroking his own.

That’s some fucking cheesy dick you’ve got there.

Quit the talking and get it down yer throat.

Joe started licking the tip and could taste the precum. As he opened his mouth to take more cock in the Owner put his hands around Joe’s head and pulled him in ramming his dick down the back of his throat.

Now that’s a blow job boy

Joe was gagging but having that stinkin dick made him feel even more horny.

That’s it you fucking dim wit. The Owner started shoving Joes head back and forwards quicker and quicker and the quicker he did it the more Joe was furiously wanking.

I’m cumin boy he said as he pushed Joe back. As he pushed Joe’s head back so his cock erupted spraying spunk over Joe’s jacket, the cum running down.

You sure can fucking suck boy. Done that a few times and no doubt you’ll be sucking all those other bin men. Christ I needed that, watching you on my screen pick your gear. Made me so fucking hard. Now lets see you cum.

Joe sat back his hand firmly gripping his cock, rubbing up and down harder and harder.

Shit man that’s some dick you have there and luvly and cheesy just as I like. Fuck I’m cumin, get ready man its going everywhere, I am so fucking horny. Shit here is comes.

Joe arched back just in time for his spunk to spurt out of his cock all over his T shirt. Yeesss fuckin great.Shit I’ve been desperate for that. I’ve been rock hard for ages. No fucking  wonder I’ve spunked everywhere

Joe just rubbed all the cum from both into his jacket and T shirt

No point in cleaning up as my gear is dirty enough. Maybe if the boys smell the cum it’ll get them going.

Right, James, sorry Joe, its time you got off to your job. It’s the best job for you, no thinking just doing the bins. You said you fancied the binmen so now you got the job you asked for.

Yeah its perfect for me. Shit who wants to think much. As long as I’ve got my ciggies, beer and some cocks to work off you cant ask for more.

Joe lit up another ciggie. Took a deep breath as he stood up.

This is the fucking life. Thanks mate for all you’ve done. If you need another blow job or a good fuck let me know. I’m always horny and looking for action. Shit I’m getting hard just thinking about what we could get up to.

Well think and dream about it as you will be back at the end of the week to pay me and I’ll tell you now that arse of yours will have my dick ramming up it. Bugger off boy and get to the bins.

[rbbrbikerthorp]

An excellent workie transformation story

[latherguy]

barbershop nerves

What is it about a new barbershop? Sitting there, waiting your turn, is no comparrison to the waiting room at the dentist, but for me, I start to feel the same dread. I mean you just don’t know how bad it’s going to be! But the reason for my nerves at this moment, is I’m not sure wether to give in to my real desire, one I’ve had for a very long time. I want to have my head shaved completely bald - not a hair in sight. It would be totally against my conservative lifestyle, but I’ve always loved the look, and want to feel it on my own scalp. Besides my conservatism, I’m just not sure how it will look, I mean it’s just such a big change for someone that hasn’t ever even worn a crewcut.In the past, every time I got up on the Barbers chair, I’d chicken out and just mumble, ‘a trim please’. So I keep looking for a Barbershop that looks to have a 'take charge’ barber.  Well, Kev’s Barbershop didn’t look to be any different to the other shops I’d been trying for the past three years. It had a two, pedestal chairs in front of a cabinet definitely needing more than a lick of paint. On top was the usual assortment of combs, scissors and jars of pomades. Clippers of different sizes, hung, beckining to be used. The two barbers working the chairs, were like chalk and cheese. One guy was pushing 50 at least, very overweight, with a seriously advanced case of male pattern baldness,- just a ring of grey hair, from the sides to the back, buzzed pretty short. I had to admit, I found this look pretty good on some guys, though to me it always made them look older than if they just shaved the rest to the skin. The second barber, only looked to be about 20. He was solidly built, with a very short crewcut, a little longer on top. The colour was almost a platinum blond, which made his deep tan seem even darker. A large gold earring hung from his left earlobe, and small gold barbell went through his right eyebrow. I had to admit he was one hot looking barber; like none I’d seen before. I started to pray that he’d finish with the guy in his chair, before the older barber.  Lucky for me, my prayers were answered.  The young barber seemed very friendly as he adjusted the cape around me. He told me his name was Kevin, and the shop had been left to him by his father, Kevin senior.  “So, what kind of damage can I do”, he smiled as he raised the chair higher.  This comment certainly didn’t help my nerves to settle, joke or no joke.  Taking a comb, he began to run it through my thick, dark hair. “It sure needs a cut, getting away from you, isn’t it?"  "Yeh… I ..guess so.” I nervously replied, noting his deep, blue eyes, looking directly at me in the mirror. “Maybe.. ah ….well….” I blabbered.  The young guy interrupted, “maybe something a little different. I noticed you looking at my hairstyle,” and with that he ran a hand through the top of his short, spikey, locks.  Well, that started the nerves, bigtime, along with a slight movement in my groin, “Maybe…  a …no ..just…tidy it up, thanks”, I finally and cowardly answered. He brightly told me no problem, grabbed a pair of scissors and began to snip away. Now, here I was with this gorgeous stud, and still no guts to have all my hair taken away from me. Geez!  My nerves were soon replaced by dissapointment, and not just in myself. As the time progressed, Kevin continued to use the scissors. At least the other barbers had used the clippers to clean up the back and sides. I must admit, though, Kevin was paying alot of attention to my head of hair, he was using those scissors, expertly going over the hair again and again, and alot of hair seemed to be falling in my lap and onto my shoulders.  Then, the cutting stopped. Kevin was firing up one of the big set of clippers, hanging from the cabinet in front. Maybe he’d noticed my dissapointment. As those clippers came closer, their vibrating teeth ready to meet with my hair, I knew my nerves were back. This time they were mixed with excitement; was this my 'take charge’ barber after all?  Part 2  The cool metal of those clippers soon introduced themselves to the hairline at the back of my head. They began there slow journey up towards the halfway mark. How much hair were they removing? I couldn’t believe the feeling, I’d never had clippers used like this before; they seemed to be right against my skin. Even now, the metal blades had gone from cool to warm. My 'best mate’ was definetly getting off on this action, I could feel it’s thick head start to poke out from the left leg of my trunks. I went to adjust it and hoped Kevin didn’t notice it; he had!  In fact, Kevin had noticed more than my squirming to harness my dick back in my trunks. He also noted the change in personality, that my nerves were gone and I was really enjoying myself. He continued to slowly run those hot Oysters up and around my ears, while I started to silently moan. Suddenly the clipper action stopped. What! That was it? I was really disappointed and I’m sure Kevin noticed as he cleaned off the clippers. Before long, a mirror was passed behind my neck. I couldn’t believe it. There was still alot of hair at the back but from the nape of my neck was visible skin with the hairline practically gone, my hair only gaining any real length about 3 inches up and even then it was still showing pale skin. Turning to the sides, I noticed he’d created a wide path around my ears, It just seemed to magnify, how much hair was left on the rest of my head. In fact, the term, 'helmet head’, came to mind.  “So, what do you think, a real improvement, Yes?” asked Kevin.  I was horified. I mean it really was the worse haircut I’d ever had. What were they going to say at work? It’s…..ah…….certainly…….mm…shorter….“ chickening out of telling him the truth. I mean he seemed so happy……and gorgeous. Maybe I should just let him remove everything, I mean, how could he stuff that up?  "Well, that’ll be 5 dollars..ah..say I never did find out your name?"  "Cameron; and that’s a really cheap deal,” I replied, even with a bad haircut.  As he took the money, he smiled directly at me. “I do that for all my first time customers, hoping you’ll come back again”.  Well, I don’t think I’ll be back again, I thought to myself……but something in the back of my mind told me I shouldn’t forget this place. As I started to leave the shop, I heard the start up of some high pitched clippers. It was the other barber, the 'old guy’. He was working on a guy in his thirties, who didn’t seem to really need a haircut, he already seem to have a buzzcut. The barber seem to be taking the edging clippers to the guys hair on top of his head. Wow, I thought to myself. Is this dude getting all his hair shaved off. Maybe the old geezer barber, is the 'take charge barber’ I’m looking for. The sound of those high-pitched clippers was making my dick stand to attention, and I couldn’t hide it. The older barber noticed, he was looking straight at my crotch. He winked at me, then said, “Maybe you’ll let me do a 5 dollar haircut for you, next time."  Feeling a little embarrassed, I weakly smiled and knew I had to get out of that shop.  Part 3  I rushed home to escape the stares of passersby on the street. When I got home, I went straight for the bathroom mirror. 'My god’, I said to myself. My hair still seemed to be so thick on top, without much around the back and sides. It was a cross betwee a helmet head and a pageboy cut. As I stood staring at myself in the mirror, I realised how dramatically I changed just with that haircut. Here I was 29, a gym tonned body, plenty of dark bodyhair on my chest, I couldn’t keep this haircut if I ever wanted to be seen in public again!  The next day I was in front of Kev’s Barbershop. Surely the old barber that had given him the wink could fix this mess up……just a pity he looked like such an old geezer. But how does he get the right barber? Luck would have it that Kevin didn’t appear to be in the shop.  Great, thought Kevin, luck was finally on his side. His adrenaline started to build as he took the door handle in his hand, and entered the barbershop.  "Hi there son, knew you’d be back”. It was the older barber. “You want to take me up on my 5 dollar haircut offer, eh?” he continued brightly,  “take a seat, I’ll be right with you.  As I sat down I began to feel a little better. The older barber methodically snipping away at the hair of an older customer.  "Back so soon?” boomed a voice from out back.  Camerons heart sunk, Kevin was here after all.  “Well, come on now don’t be shy, have a seat,  or were you waiting for Tony?"  So that was the name of the older barber, whom he noticed looked dissapointed when I got up to go to Kevin’s chair.  "No, it doesn’t matter, really” I lied.  As Kevin fastened the cape around me, he asked if I did'nt like my present style.  “To tell the truth, it’s a little to young looking.” I nervously said.  “So you don’t like my work” cutin Cameron.  “No.. I..mean….yes….look it’s just a little…sort of…thick on top."  "Come on Kevin, he wants to look like a man, he doesn’t need all that hair,” interrupted Tony. I hadn’t noticed his customer leave.  Kevins attitude seemed to change very quickly, he was becomming annoyed with Tony now. “You, think your so much better, old man, than you can show us all.” And with that, Kevin stood back, took his tunic off, and headed for the room at the back of the shop. I couldn’t believe it, stud or no stud, he was really showing his immature side. It was now pretty obvious these guys were gay, what Cameron didn’t know was that these barbers were an item. Kevin had always been attracted to older guys, but this relationship wasn’t without it’s problems. Kevin had a serious jealous streak and Tony had a thirst for hot young guys.  “You’ll have to excuse Kevin, his very sensitive about his work”, Tony smiled. “Don’t let him know I said this, but his real talent is not barbering, that’s for sure” he chuckeled.  I returned the smile feeling much more relaxed.  “So, how short can we go to fix up this mess?” asked Tony taking a comb.  Part of me got scared, even though I had a feeling this guy could give me exactly what I wanted. “Maybe a….. little……. shorter” I stammered.  “Why don’t you let me take care of everything, now you definitely look like a little kid, how about something to make you look older?"  "Yes” I replied, “I do look a little young for my age, especially with this hairstyle”. I began to feel much better.  With that I heard the clippers start up, and now this man was going to make my dreams come true.  Part 4  Tony was using the clippers expertly, or so it felt. I mean I couldn’t see as he turned me away from the mirror. His movements quickened as he worked from the back of my head to the sides. The sensation of those steel teeth making there way through my thick dark hair, made my cock as hard as a rock. I went to grab it, then stopped myself when I saw Tony looking,“don’t worry, perfectly normal” he smiled. “Your enjoying this haircut are'nt you?"  "Sure am” I dreamily smiled.  He changed attachments a few times, taking his time with the top. Before long he turned off the clippers, rubbed some goop through my hair and spun me towards the mirror.  “Wow”, he certainly had taken alot of hair away, in fact, he created a flattop with buzzed sides, real flat on top. It was a little radical, for Cameron, but so was a shaved head.  “So, would you like a beer, I could certainly do with one”, asked Tony.  “Sure would”, I replied, not being able to stop touching my head. The flattop felt amazing, I couldn’t get over the improvement over my 'helmet head’ haircut. Suddenly the phone rang. Kevin came out to answer it, “It’s for you”, he motioned to Tony. “Kevin do you mind getting us a couple of beers?” asked Tony as he went to take the phone. Kevin came back with a beer and handed it to me, while he leaned back on the counter examining my new haircut. “I did'nt know you wanted to go that short, why did'nt you just say?” Kevin said after what seemed like ten minutes. Well, I couldn’t resist, “I really wouldn’t mind going all the way” I smiled as I took a gulp of beer.  “What, bald?” he exclaimed. “Where’s the barbers skill in making you bald, anyone can do that, besides, you’d just end up looking like an old geezer like Tony”.  “No it wouldn’t, I mean his got hair still around the sides, that makes you look old, I would never wear it like that! Besides, my family has a history of thick hair well into old age"  "What the fuck?” a deep voice boomed. It was Tony who had finished with his telephone call, and looked like he’d heard everything. “What do you mean it makes me look old”, Tony continued, taking a hand to his head.  “Ah…Tony…I mean….it’s fine on an older guy, I just wouldn’t……I mean….I don’t have it in the family” I nervously said. I could see Tony was mad. Kevin was just smiling the whole time.  “You picked the wrong barber to make fun of his male pattern baldness. Infact let’s see. You said there’s no history of hair loss in your family. We can fix that, can’t we Kevin”.  “Look I…really didn’t ..mean to offend..you…What the fuck are you doing?"  Kevin had produced some duct tape and quickly ran it around the back of the chair and Camerons chest. He did the same to his arms before sticking one over his mouth.  "That should keep you quiet until the beer takes effect” laughed Kevin.  “Yeh, we’re going teach you some old-style manners,” joined in Tony, who seemed to have a really dangerous grin on his face.  Part 5  Cameron couldn’t believe his eyes. What mess had he got himself into? Why had he ever chosen this particular barbershop? Here he was, completely restrained by duct tape, and he didn’t like the look on either of the barbers in front of him.  They’d already locked the door and pulled the blinds….no one would come to help him.  Kevin produced a straight razor and started to cut away at Camerons clothes. “I’d stay absolutely still Cam, if I were you”, said Kevin.  Cameron wasn’t about to move, not one inch.  “Looks like Cam’s a little excited,” purred Kevin dreamily as he noticed Camerons cock growing. “Must be at least 8 inches, Tony."  "Why don’t you help the big fella out”, laughed Tony. Next minute, Kevins mouth was wrapped around my cock; I had to admit, this was starting to turn me on, but why?  “Now, while your busy Kevin I think will give our boy a better haircut, something more mature”, Tony sneered at me while he grabbed a pair of clippers. Firing them up, I noticed they had no attachment. As I was facing the mirror, I couldn’t believe it, it looked like I was finally going to get my fantasy fulfilled, I was going to be headshaved at last. Maybe this was turning out for the best, I mean, all this was really turning me on. “Hmmmmmm!” I groaned through the duct tape as the clippers went straight through the front hairline, and drove a path straight towards the back, only stopping when they came to the crown. The feeling was absolutely amazing, why hadn’t I done this before. Tony continued to run the clippers through the remaining hair, revealing pale skin.  “I think we can remove the tape now ,Kevin, I think the beers worked fully”, Tony said, as he gathered some things together on the bench in front. Kevin started to cut away my bindings, and as I was completely freed I noticed I couldn’t move a single part of my body. They noticed the look in my eyes, Tony laughed,“Don’t worry sport, just a little herbal remedy, it relaxes all your muscles, but you’ll be wide awake, and get to enjoy everything. We’re going to make you really pretty!"  I didn’t know what was next but fear was steadily spreading through my body. I mean, I could feel everything, especially Kevin sucking my cock. I’d already come, and he was still going trying to drain every last drop of cum. Is this what it’s like to be milked?  "Now to correct that hairline”, Tony said, as he produced a needle that seemed to be attached to by electrical cord to some cart. “Electrolysis!” Tony said , seeing the questioning look in my eye, “works permanently”. Now I really did want to scream, as I felt the needle penetrate my scalp, he had already started on my front hairline, removing the hair one at a time.  “Kevin. I think that’s enough fucking cock sucking,” Tony said looking up from his electrolysis work,“ I think Cameron needs a full body shave”.  “Yeh no problem”. replied Kevin. Next minute he was starting up a pair of high pitched sounding, edge trimmers. Kevin, lifted my paralysised right leg and zipped the clippers up from the top of my foot to the top of my thigh. When he had completed removed all the hair from my right leg, he turned his attention to the left. When he was done, he turned his attention to my torso and arms. He moved the clippers from just where my pubic hair starts, right up my chest. Dense, dark chest hair was flying everywhere. He quickly, clipped my underarms, before turning them off. “Here, give me a hand getting him off the chair”, said Kevin to Tony. They placed me head down, and soon I could feel those clippers running all over my arse.  Tony stopped his permanent destruction of my hair to fire up the lather machine. It wasn’t long before they were lathering up my whole boy, I could feel every part of it, and when they started to both use straight razors on my skin, well that was relaxing me again, I couldn’t move but I was really getting off on that blade gliding over his skin.  What must have been two hours, passed before, the effects of the drug hadworn off and I was starting to get some feelings in my legs and arms. I was bound to the barbers chair again and facing the mirror. I was permanently balded on top, not a trace of shadow or anything, Tony’s expert hand at electrolysis had made sure of that. I had hair, but only low on the sides, and to add insult, they’d bleached the short hairs, stripping them of all their colour, and re-dyed it grey. That was the same colour they’d used on the long pubic hair they’d left behind. Even my eyebrows had been dyed to a dull grey.  I couldn’t speak, I just didn’t know what to say, I just felt so drained.  “Now you look like an old geezer, Cameron. And that’s a better mpb then I’ve got, at least I’ve still got some at the back. Looks like there is someone in your family, who has hair loss after all.  "Bastards”, I cried. “Bastards!” returned Tony, you wait, I think we can make you a little more freaky, don’t you Kevin?“

[peircedskin]

Wordpress

I’ve transferred my entire Tumblr over to Wordpress in case my Tumblr is made unavailable after 17th December and the whole adult content debacle. It probably won’t be updated very often but it’s an archive of my own stories, pictures and stories by other authors I love and everything I’ve spent years saving. Please feel free to bookmark and visit whenever you like. https://securityuniformblog.wordpress.com/

[honedperfection]

December 17th - a rescue plan

Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.

I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)

One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.

More info over the days to come.

The plan is, broadly:

1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there

2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.

3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.

4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.

Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.

There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.

The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.

If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.

Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.

(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)

If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.

If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.

(Someone complained to me today about the appearance of Gridllr on a phone. It’s best to use Gridllr on a PC, Mac or Tablet with a large screen.)

If you have liked a post here on Tumblr and the original poster decides to delete it, or even to delete their entire blog, some time before December 17th, then that post will be permanently lost. So if you want to be sure to preserve any of your Liked posts, you should best download or reblog as soon as possible. If it’s reblogged to your own blog it is safe from deletion, at least for next few days.

Obviously, you will lose access, after December 17th, to all past posts you have liked, if Tumblr has flagged them as NSFW. Again, the steps (1), or (2A) and (2B) covered above will be the only way to hold on to these posts.

[gosweetheartedgirl]

Oh I so hope this works. It would be great to get this out so we can try to get as many people as possible all back in one place and not split up all over different platforms.

Please reblog

[1-sadistic-lover]

Here’s hoping

[gigglefuck]

everyone who see’s this from Me PLEASE reblog this!

~Uncle R.

[garygspot]

Somebody gonna do us right !!!

💜💙💗Gspot Luv 💗💙💜

[knownonlytohim-deactivated20191]

give it a try….lets hope that the money disease (monetize) doesn’t infect this site anytime soon.

[gearlocker]

Folks, stay tuned on this. I for one will try to use this new platform and migration tool. 

[malskin]

I have not always worked as part of a road crew and looking like this. 

I was a clean cut office worker, My office had sent me to work at another of their sites in another part of the country. I had finished for the day and I was going to get back to the hotel and have a relaxing evening. I went to my car but it was blocked in, some filthy workmen had torn up the car park and there was no way I was getting my car out.

I sort of lost it, and started to verbally abuse one of the workmen. The foreman of the company came over to try and sort the problem out, but as I say I had lost it for some reason. he took me to one side and took me to his portacabin and shut the door. it was a small room, with dirty work gear, the heating was on high, the small of the room hit me as soon as I worked in. He sat me down and tried to explain that he was sorry for the incontinence, but I would have non of it. as he came closer I notice that his Hi Viz was covered in Tar.  He grabbed my head and pulled me in towards him making me breath in his smell.

I woke up a little later sitting in My foreman’s office dressed in my dirty Hi Viz, he was giving me my instructions for the rest of my day.

I love My work, but then I am a workie after all, and working with this work gang i get around the country. 

[hypnogear]

The Lost Son

„Richard Smith!“ Her last words before she died. That day my whole world that I had been building up so thouroughly and carefully fell apart. Crying and torn I left the hospital. I had to get away from everything.

„Richard Smith“ – I finally knew the name of my long lost father. Until a few months ago I had still believed that he had died before I had been born. My mom had already been sick and needed to rest a lot. So I had taken care of everything. One day my mom had received an anonymous letter and asked me to read it to her. It had been written in the worst spelling and language I had ever read. The only thing I remember is that it had been full of bad words and aggression. No name, no adress, nothing. I had asked my mom if she had any idea who could have sent that letter. Under tears she had opened up and confessed that the letter was probably from my dad. I had been shocked and run away.

In time I had been able forgive her, though, for not telling me. And since I had grown up without a father and found my own strength, we had just ignored the letter.

Now my mom was dead and I was alone. In the next few weeks I organized the funeral, took care of everything there was to take care of, and when the time came, that I couldn’t suppress the grief anymore, it hit me really hard. I locked myself up in the house, started drinking, ignored calls from friends and built up my own bubble of grief and despair.

Until that one day when another letter from my dad arrived. I looked at the envelope and felt pure hate. Of course, I read the letter and it was as aggressive as the last one had been. After finishing reading I rumpled the letter in my fist.

„Richard Smith“, I whispered. „I will find you and you will pay!“

I knew I had changed already. My life was not the same as before. I felt something inside of me that was hard to grasp. I just knew I had to find my father and make him pay. I needed a punch bag for all the grief I had been going through. And that letter gave me one.

In the next few weeks I spent all of my free time to do some research on the name „Richard Smith“ and … it was not going well. With only the letters and the name to go on finding him was more than impossible.

One night I was on my way home from work scanning my father’s second letter again for hints, when two guys bumped into me. The letter fell out of my hands and I was brought back to reality.

„Hey, eyes open, fucker“, one of them shouted aggressively.

I saw the other one picking up the letter. Both were skinheads and their look told everyone that they better not mess with them. They radiated power.

„Richard Smith“, the other one read on the note that I had stuck to the letter. „Who is that? Your boyfriend?“

I was not in the mood for games and I felt aggression rising up in my body.

„Give it back to me, fucker“ I replied calmy and determined.

„What did you lil‘ faggot just call me?“ the second skin said, rumpled the letter and threw it onto the street.

„I think he called you fucker“ the first one answered and his mouth turned to an evil smile telling me what was about to happen. And it did happen.

A few punches and kicks later I awoke lying on the street. My stomach was hurting and the world around me was spinning. I sighed. The letter was gone, probably blown away by the wind, and so was my motivation. I went home, opened a beer and watched some television. I had really lost it. A few months ago I had really enjoyed my life, but now it was only torture. Something needed to change quickly. I didn’t know yet that change was just around the corner.

After the fight I couldn’t sleep. My stomach was still hurting and it felt sick from all that beer that night. I sat up in my bed when I heard the noise downstairs. Someone was in the house. My breathing got faster as I went to the door, opened it a bit and listened. I heard footsteps and drawers being opened.

„Be quiet! We don’t want to wake him yet.“ a familiar voice said.

„Here, look. There is a photo of him and his mom“, a second voice replied and I realised that those skins I had run into must have followed me home. But what were they looking for?

I had no time to think as I heard them coming up the staircase. My natural reflex told me to hide in the wardrobe. And I did. Breathing slowly I heard my bedroom door open and heavy boots walking around the room.

„He is not home“, the second skinhead said.

„He is. He is just hiding“, the first one replied and I heard boots coming closer to the wardrobe. My heart was beating faster, my breathing got heavier. I don’t know why, but suddenly aggression rose in me, making my puls race and the muscles in my mouth twitch. Lucky for me I caught the skinhead unaware when I jumped out of the wardrobe shouting.  Adrenaline was flowing through my body as I beat up the skinhead. There was strength left in me after all. Stupid as I was I only concentrated on one intruder and fallen into rage I didn’t see the other one standing behind me. Seconds later I was in his grasp and couldn’t move. I was aggressive and still fighting.

„You know, this will be a pleasure“ The skin I had beaten up was smiling at me.

I was expecting another punch into the stomach, but it was worse. I only saw a small needle before I felt the injection spread out through my whole body. I wanted to scream, but leather gloves dampened the noise coming out of my mouth. The last thing I remembered was the intense smell of leather. Then I fainted.

„Give him another shot with a higher dose. He needs it.“

„The bald head suits him. He will become a proper mate.“

„You bet he will!“

Sweet poison in my veins. It felt so good. I moaned. But I was still dreaming, wasn’t I?

Slowly I woke up and felt that my hands and feet were tied to a solid chair. Weak and numb I opened my eyes and saw another skinhead standing in front of me. He looked worse than the other two I had met. His evil eyes were intimidating. His skinhead clothes radiated power and respect. The air in the basement I was trapped in was filled with smoke.

„Finally awake, lad“ he said and blew smoke of his cigarette into my face. I had to cough. I had never smoked in my whole life.  But somehow I had a strange graving craving for a smoke myself. My throat was dry.

„You’ve been sleepin‘ for a long time. I hope you have enjoyed your stay here.“

„What do you want?“ I whispered hoarsely.

„I wanted to say hello to my son.“

I looked directly into his face. He was the worst looking skinhead I had ever seen.

„You are not my father“ I replied and could feel my voice coming back. As well as the aggressions. I had finally found my punch bag … if that guy was telling the truth. „Proof it! I don’t believe you.“

„If you insist“, the skinhead came closer and showed me an old polaroid picture of my mom sitting on a couch in our old house holding me in her arms. I remembered the wallpaper and my little teddy bear. But I didn’t remember that man in the background putting one hand on my mom’s shoulder. I looked closer and there was a certain similarity between this man and the skinhead. The man in the picture didn’t have a bald head nor those evil eyes, but the shape of the face and the smile were similar.

„This is us back then, son. Great times, don’t you think?“

I spat on his boots. „There is no us! You have left us.“

„I had to leave. I met some new friends and they showed me how good life can be. I was finally free and I enjoyed every minute of it. I had changed and your mom did not want me to see you. I would have made a proper boy out of you.“

„Shut up. I am content with my life as it is. I don’t need you … Richard Smith“

„Yes, that used to be my name. When two of my mates found that letter I had written a few months ago with my former name on it I told them to find out who dared to ask questions about their boss. You see, I have let go of my former life and I am proud that you will be able to do the same.“

„What are you talking about?“

„Look at you, son. Look at you closely.“

I did and was shocked to see that my feet were covered in black heavy boots, my legs were captured in bleachers and my upper body was coverd in a shirt with braces. And worst of all: there were strange tattoos covering my arms.

I tried to jump at his throat when he smiled at me pretending to be proud.

„WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME“ I shouted in a deeper voice than normal.

„I finally have made you the son you always should have been. Give into it. Don’t struggle, don’t fight it. You are gonna become one of us. I am turning you into my proper skinhead son! Your bald head, the gear and the tats were only the beginning, son. Give into that aggression you feel. It feels so good, doesn’t it?“

I was shouting and screaming. I hated that man so much. I shouted till I couldn’t shout anymore. My whole body was shivering and I felt cold.

„Good, son. Let the aggresion out. The shivering is normal. You need another dose of that special drug. This will be the last you need. Tomorrow morning you are gonna wake up as the proud skinhead you are!“

„No, no, no, no“ I shook my head slowly and cried. When I felt the sweet drug flowing through my veins my body calmed down as did my brain. I fainted again feelin so good.

„What the fuck is goin on?“ I said aggressively when I woke up. „Hey you, fucker, untie me and gimme one of your smokes.“ The fucker did, lucky for him.

„Where’s the boss?“ I asked and lit up the smoke. Fuck, how I love a good blow of smoke down my lungs.

„Upstairs.“

„Bring me to him!“

And the fucker obeyed again. Damn, I liked this, being so powerful and respected.

I felt fuckin good walking up to my boss,

When we entered the room he was talking with some other mate. But when he saw me he couldn’t believe his eyes.

„Here I am, boss“ I said and blew out a load of smoke. „Your new skin lad.“

„You are no skin lad“ boss replied and smiled such an evil smile that I shivered. „I finally have a son!“

That word hit me deep. Fuck I loved it.

„Thanks, dad! I wanna make you proud.“

„You already have. And I am sure will. We have all the time in the world. But come now. I am gonna introduce you to your new mates and family.“

I smiled. The lost son had finally returned.

[paypigbi]

i’m a paypig

mistress told me to send money to people because i don’t deserve it

ill pick a few people who reblog this post to send 1000€, i’ll post proof later today

[paper-mario-wiki]

fuck dude i dont even know if this is real but even if its fake its a REALLY creative way to get notes.