Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 16:35:13 -0400
From: Tracey Archer <trace.archer@gmail.com>
Subject: Grunt Work

Grunt Work

By Trace Archer

NOTICE: I'm a K-I-N-K-Y-M-O-T-H-E-R-F-U-C-K-E-R-!-!-! Please be aware that
I recognize and protect the boundary between fantasy written in text, and
reality. I negotiate in safeplay discussions before any real sceneplay. All
the usual disclaimers apply... ;)

I'd been hired as a grunt on your crew a few weeks earlier. I'm in my late
twenties, but I'd never had any construction experience beyond visualizing
how buildings were put together while going over my dad's blueprints as a
kid. I wasn't bad at the job - I was actually picking it up pretty quickly,
but all the guys had been giving me the hell since I started. You knew, but
it's not like you should've stopped them. I needed to be initiated.
Still...  sometimes when the guys were giving me all the grunt work they
could pile on, I would look over at you and could swear I saw your cock
swelling a little bit in your dirty, faded jeans. One time I was absolutely
certain our eyes met. You had a glazed over look and your jaw was just a
little slack for half of a split second. Then it was gone as Jake - one of
the older guys on the crew pulled your attention away. I knew what was up.

I would get sent for food, snacks, and drinks fairly often since most of
the guys augmented whatever they brought from home, so hatching my plan was
easy. Finding the right time to implement it was the hard part. I studied
you surreptitiously for about a month. I listened when you spoke. Most of
the guys bullshitted about what they did on the after hours, so it wasn't
all that difficult to overhear you talking about the trip you planned on
taking to Atlanta over the fourth of July weekend. That's how my idea
really started coming together.

On Friday afternoon on the second of July is when I put it into action. We
had been working a major renovation project downtown and there was always a
shit ton of paperwork for you to fill out by Friday so it wasn't unusual
for you to have a few minutes of work left over after the crew started to
disburse that you would hurry to do. That day you were even more hurried
than normal as you rushed to get home and get on the road to Atlanta to
enjoy your weekend. I was pretty sure that you planned to whore it up while
you were there from the way you talked - like you weren't really going to
meet anyone, and you had no specific plans. That played right into my
hands.

?Hey Ron,? I said as I slipped in the door of your site office ?Eric said
you needed to talk with me?? I lied. Eric was one of your more experienced
crewmembers, and it was plausible that he would tell me to come see you as
either a joke for real, so I could easily justify my presence. You looked
up at me, slightly surprised. The day had been hot so most of the guys had
worked the last half of the afternoon in only their neon orange plastic
safety vests and no shirts. I was no exception and my tanned musculature
was streaked in grime and sweat. There was that look again. Perfect. I
moved over to your desk and set one of two Cokes that I had with me in
front of you ? a peace offering.

?He sounded like you were pretty mad?? I continued.

?I didn?t send for you,? you finally said. You looked me up and down. Your
eyes were drawn to the sweaty top seam of my jeans where when I moved my
tan line showed. I never wear underwear. ?He was just fucking with you
again.?

?Oh.? I paused. Then, ?How long do they usually fuck with new guys?? I sat
down in the chair opposite you, uninvited and cracked my Coke. You looked
at me, exasperated. You sighed, set down your pen and reached for yours.

?Usually until the next new guy comes on. Depends on the guy.? You cracked
the Coke and took a massive swig. I smiled. I paused. You sat back up
straight and belched loudly.

?So what are your plans in Atlanta?? I asked casually.

?That?s not really any of your business, kid. Now why don?t you get out of
here and let me get back to work?? You growled back. Nobody was stupid. We
all knew you were a fag. It?s not like you tried to hide it, but you were
pretty professional at work and never let it become an issue. You did your
job really well, and the guys respected you. It had never really been an
issue and it seemed that you liked to keep your private life private ?
unlike most of the loudmouth guys on your crew.

?Jeez, man. No big deal. It?s Friday after work. I just thought I could
maybe work over the boss a little. It?s never bad to be liked by the big
dog,? I schmoozed. You raised your eyebrow at ?work over the boss? but
didn?t say anything as you drank another large gulp of the Coke I had
brought you. Your office wasn?t air conditioned (because the company
thought you?d spend less time inside than if it was) and neither one of us
had really eaten since lunch so we were both on empty stomachs. You belched
again and I smiled.

?If you really want to get on my good side then get lost,? you barked at
me, ?I?m trying to get the hell out of here and enjoy my weekend!?

?Yeah ? that?s kinda why I?m here,? I said, ignoring you. ?I?m pretty sure
I can help with that.? You looked up at me and screwed up your eyes in
frustration. I continued, ?C?mon. I know you like looking at me. I?ve seen
you??

?You?re on thin ice, kid? you stopped me curtly. ?You want to find yourself
suddenly unemployed? We?re not going there.?

?Why the hell not?? I questioned with a smartass smirk on my face. ?I?ve
seen the way you look at me.? I stood and began to peel back my
construction vest, revealing my sweaty, muscled, hairy torso. You had fire
in your eyes, but they were glued to my body. I moved around the desk and
stood close enough that you could smell the days funk on me. ?I?ve seen
your cock bulge out when I?m sweating my ass off out there. You want me.? I
stood close enough that your face was inches from my torso. You were seated
in your desk chair and I stood next to you flexing ? looking you straight
in the eye. Your nostrils flared as you took in my scent and I had you. You
looked up at me and I leaned down and pressed my hairy pit into your face
and held you there. That?s when our struggle began. I had insulted your
dominance.

?Fuck you!? you grunted, shoving the chair back and standing up
suddenly. You shoved me back. ?You?re fuckin? out of here, boy! I don?t
want to see you back after this weekend!? I grabbed you by the wrist and
pulled you back in as you struggled to get away from me. We were fairly
evenly matched and you nearly broke free, but I managed to pull your body
tight against mine as I held one arm pinned against your side and the other
I held by the wrist as I shoved you down onto your desk and pressed against
you with my body. I watched your face flush and your eyes glazed over. Now
the fun could begin.

?Oh you?ll be seeing an awful lot of me this weekend,? I chuckled still
holding you down. ?I think you and I are going to get VERY close.? I
allowed you to continue struggling against me for a few minutes as our
bodies became drenched in sweat and grime from the day and both our cocks
became hard. I pressed down on top of you, but several times you nearly got
away. You were legitimately yelling, but all the other guys had long since
left at this point and we were struggling alone in the privacy of your
stifling hot office. I would?ve been worried about the outcome, but I had
an edge.

?What the fuck did you do to me?? you demanded of me as your strength
finally started to give way. I knew your head was spinning and all your
body could concentrate on was the red-hot throbbing in the front of your
jeans. I had you by the wrists and was still holding you down, but now it
wasn?t quite so difficult and I began to really enjoy being able to both
hold you and still rub our muscles all over one another.  I leaned down and
attacked your neck behind the ear ? savoring the flavor of your salty sweat
as your body began to respond to me of its own volition. I ignored your
question.

?You?ve wanted me ever since you first saw me,? I whispered breathily into
your ear, ?and this weekend you?re gonna get me whether you?re ready or
not. See ? that Coke contained a special cocktail that takes the edge off
your inhibitions, heightens your sexual sensation, and weakens your body
just enough that I can use you anyway I want you. It?s my own personal
mixture of ecstasy, GHB, and good-ole?-fashioned Viagra!?

You roared and resurged in your struggle to overthrow me as I told you that
I had drugged you, but by that time the cocktail had taken a good hold and
you were sinking into only partial coherence.  I reached into my toolbelt
and pulled out the pair of military-grade handcuffs that I had bought
specifically for you, for today and forced your hands behind your back
before trapping them and pulling you onto your knees. You glared up at me,
but couldn?t quite struggle as you were now slightly at a loss of your
equilibrium and sat down on your heels in a kneeling position.

I began to laugh then as I looked down and saw the anger, but mostly the
sex in your eyes. You hated me, but your body didn?t care. All you knew was
that you were two inches from my hard throbbing cock and all that separated
you from me and my meat was a thin layer of fabric. Your nostrils flared
both in anger, and taking in my scent as I reached into my back pocket and
took out my handkerchief to blindfold you with. You roared again, but the
guys had done a good job of locking up and we wouldn?t be disturbed. I
laughed at you.

I leaned down over your now blindfolded face, grinding my denim-covered
cock into your nose and pulled your safety vest down around your bound
wrists so that I could see all of my prize?s dirty, sweaty torso. I hadn?t
drugged you into a stupor. I?d wanted you to remember what I?d done to you
? or rather, what I planned for you. I stood erect and you left your nose
pressed up against my crotch. Your roars had been reduced to a growling
whimper that meant that my cocktail had taken complete hold.

I snapped the button at the top of my fly and pushed the zipper down,
freeing the hot lead brick inside. You responded by beginning to lick the
sweat off my belly at the exposed part of my pelvis. I ground my hard cock
into your stubbly face and enjoyed the sensation of the coarse rasping
against my skin while you bathed my balls in saliva, savoring every flavor
found on my hairy nuts.

?That?s it, bitch? I grumbled in a low, sexy voice, ?service my hot, fat
cock. Rub my hot meat on your face and suck on my nuts.? You groaned and
leaned into my pelvis, pushing your face as close as you could get it to my
skin. I looked down and enjoyed the sight of my balls rolling over your
sweaty face and my cock dripping precum into your hair. I pulled my cock
back, leaving a trail of my clear slime across your cheek ending at your
lips. You dove forward, but I pulled my hard meat away as you whimpered. I
chuckled. You?d been one of the easiest so far. I beat your face with my
cock ? first soft, then harder until you began to beg me.

?Fuck you, kid ? put your cock in my mouth if that?s what you wa...? Your
words were slurred as you ?looked? up at me from behind your
blindfold. Your hands were still trapped behind your back, and the bulge in
your pants looked painfully unattended. You were so fucking hot I couldn?t
resist. I put my hand on the back of your head and shoved my cock in,
cutting off your sentence. You choked a little because you hadn?t expected
it, but you relaxed after just a moment and I paused to let a huge glob of
my precum fall from the tip of my cock directly onto your tongue before I
began to fuck your face.

I wasn?t very nice about it, and I kept insulting you ? telling you how you
were ?my faggot cocksucker now? and that ?you should?ve been more careful
about the way you were looking at me, fag.? You did choke on my long fat
cock several times, but you were a good cocksucker and kept going. It just
made your throat slicker and soon I was pushing at the entrance to your
throat.

You began to choke more seriously as I fiercely pounded my cock at the
small entrance to your facecunt. I didn?t give you much time to gasp in air
between thrusts of my throbbing meat into your throat. Finally, when I
thought you were as ready as I could make you, I pushed my cock against the
opening to your throat and held it there. I began to gently massage your
throat with one hand while I held you in place with my other. Suddenly you
swallowed an my cock slid into the tightness of your face and you had me
buried to my nuts.

I held you there for just a moment. You struggled to get off, but I held
you until your throat relaxed somewhat and I knew I wouldn?t have to open
you again. I pulled back ever so slightly until my head was outside of your
throat and let you suck air in greedily around my still dripping cock.

?You?d better relax and let me do this,? I told you sternly without letting
go of your head with both of my hands. You relaxed then ? probably because
you realized that this was all really happening, and that your body wanted
it to happen, and that you had no choice anyway. That?s my favorite part. I
was ready now.

I slid my cock back into your throat and began to pump hard and fast into
your face. My balls hit your chin every time I pushed deep into you and I
gave you only as much air as you needed to stay conscious. The ecstasy and
GHB were working on your body and inhibitions, and the Viagra I had
dissolved into your drink was causing you exquisite discomfort in the tight
confines of your jeans as you became wet in your front from the copious
quantities of natural lubrication that you had been producing. You began to
dive back onto my cock voluntarily, making loud slurping noises as my balls
pulled up tighter and tighter against the underside of my body. I wanted to
feed you my load.

I had already been fucking your face for a good long while now and we were
both drenched in sweat. I was dripping down onto you below me. My jeans
bunched up at my knees were getting soaked from my sweat dripping down on
them and your sweat and spit were raining off your chin from the
face-pummeling I was forcing down your throat. Your own jeans were stuck
tightly to your body and clung to you uncomfortably due to the sweaty,
cummy mess you were producing inside of them.

Finally, after having fucked your throat long enough that all you
remembered was my cock inside of you and how badly you needed cum ? yours
or mine, I thrust in deeply with no warning and began to unload into your
depths. My first two volleys went straight into your gut without making any
kind of stop in your mouth, but I wanted you to have my taste on you so I
pulled back until just the head of my cock was lodged in between your
vice-tight lips and finished shooting onto your taste-buds. I coated the
inside of your mouth several more times and you had to swallow at least
twice before the torrent of cum subsided to only a trickle.

I popped my cock free of your still sucking lips and began to wipe it all
over your face. You attacked my crotch, trying to get it back into your
mouth and vainly humping your hips into the air trying to get some small
amount of friction against your trapped monster. I laughed down at you and
shoved my still-throbbing, but slightly deflated cock back into your mouth
as I began to gently massage the soaking wet bulge in your pants with my
foot .

?Yeah, fucker? I growled softly to you, ?you?re gonna remember this weekend
allright, but you?ll never make it to Atlanta!?

Suddenly you bucked against my foot and you screamed around my rubbery cock
as your orgasm took you. In that moment you realized that I had taken
possession of you and that your function was to serve me and my needs.
That?s what really got you off as you fell backward ? my cock escaping your
lips voluntarily for the first time since I began to face-fuck you and you
screamed outright as your body trembled with an orgasm so intense that I
knew it would be burned into your brain forever, the first in a whole
weekend of using you as my personal masturbation toy.

?Happy fourth of July, bitch.?

Please let me know if you enjoyed this story. I hope I inspired a hot load
or two from you!

Trace.archer@gmail.com