How I learned to stop worrying and love my hole Tan's 2nd letter
Tan gets kitted out for his new role at Acme Steel Works: cocksucker-in-chief.
Themes include uniforms, big dick humiliation and cocksucking. Average reading time: 10 minutes.
Hey guys. Even though it's only been a couple of days since my first letter a LOT has happened. To be honest, I'd rather I wasn't writing this - I need the rest - but Culter insists. He says if I'm going to accept my new place in life then I have to describe it to make it real.
When he suggested training me this wasn't what I expected at all. I know my contract is serious and legally binding but I'd only imagined a few dates and some small challenges, taking things slow. In reality he's taken me from 0 to 100 in no time at all. Right now I'm tucked in the corner of a store room, slathered in cum and fearful of another cock arriving before I finish this letter.
Over the weekend I handed notice to my former employer with a heavy heart. This morning I reported to work at the the plant. It was just as I expected: a complete dump. Don't get me wrong, the roar of steel furnaces and sight of heavy industry is impressive, its just that this place feels well past its prime.
I arrived early and was told that Culter - who's the main foreman by the way - was running late. The receptionist seemed to know everything about me though. Why I was here and who I was here to meet. He told me I was to be given a full tour to get a feel of the kind of the work that goes down here. And if I was visiting the factory floor that meant I had to be kitted out in full safety gear.
He seemed to take great pleasure in shepherding me inside (did I imagine the wink he gave the security guard manning the entrance or was that just me?) but that was fine as he was kinda hot. Short, around my age and he seemed to have impervious energy. No doubt made more confident by his thicc body, even if it was constrained by a cheap and badly fitting suit.
We walked down long, shabby corridors and he told me not to worry, that Culter had said to take good care of me. However, he did say how much he was surprised I'd volunteered for all this, what with 900 people on the payroll that was a lot to handle...
Volunteered? I didn't have time to work that out before he opened the door to a room full of dirty orange overalls and work boots. The funk hit me as soon as we walked in.
The receptionist - Dash was his name - told me to strip whilst he found a suit my size.
Wait, what? Being asked to strip stopped me in my tracks as I assumed that whatever they gave me could be worn over my suit. I'd done my best to set the scene, looking smart and professional, but now I was to be laid bare? Did I really have to get naked? Company rules, he said. Safety always comes first. I looked round for a changing cubicle but he told me there were no secrets here. I better get used to that.
He then handed me a coarse overall that was covered with soot and bore all the markings of a hard shift. Surely they had a clean pair? Dash folded his arms and looked at me expectantly.
Feeling incredibly self-conscious, I slowly stripped down, shedding my suit, tie and shirt until I was left in my briefs. Without looking, I could tell the receptionist was smirking. I've always struggled finding underwear that fits well and doesn't make my junk look too obvious. The pair I was wearing today has a reinforced front panel that does a pretty good job of flattening my cock, but free of my trousers it was obvious I'm super hung. I reached for the overalls to quickly cover up, but Dash said the regs wouldn't let me go out wearing those briefs. Jocks were mandatory. Something about an incident with OHSA a few years back...
He offered to go fetch me a pair and, not wanting to fail on my first day, I said I'd wear whatever he had. That was a mistake. He came back with a bundle of clearly unwashed jocks, saying they were all he could find at such short notice. All straight from the laundry sack, he held them out, telling me to take one, we're all family here.
Seriously?
I may be inexperienced but surely this isn't normal? All the jocks were off-white and threadbare - suggesting years of use - and looked to be dubiously strained. Daunted, yet not wanting to be a troublemaker, I fished one out that looked my size. I was disturbed to feel the basket was damp and smelt really ripe. Christ, just how recently had these been worn?!
Dash threw the other jocks into a chute so I couldn't choose another. Seconds later he was pulling down my briefs and helping me climb into the funky jockstrap. Even with his help it was tough though, the pair I'd inadvertently picked was way too small. For starters, the elasticated pouch was obviously extremely stretched with use but even then it barely contained my junk. I tried to protest - it was obscene just how clearly it showed the outline of my fat cock and oversized balls - but that just fell on deaf ears. Even when I said the jock was so tight that it made my balls ache, Dash blanked me. The waistband fitted so that `met' the plant's safety standards. How can these possibly be safe?
At that point I suddenly felt a draught on my ass and I was reminded of why I was here. So I could take a dick as big as mine with ease. I turned and saw Culter standing in the open doorway. God, he looked good! I had forgotten just how fucking big he is and I felt my dick twitch on seeing his handsome face. I was surprised at just how different his uniform was from the ones I'd been given. For starters, his were navy, not orange, which I guessed denoted a different status.
Before I had a chance to say anything (all I really wanted to do was draw him aside and say that maybe I wasn't cut out for any of this) he said the regular overalls in my hands simply wouldn't do at all. That I needed a special' pair. He walked far back into the rows of garments, almost out of sight, before returning brandishing an overall that looked somehow lighter and more slimline. As I type I can't believe I've actually been wearing it all day - my' uniform isn't made out of rough cotton but form-fitting spandex!
Putting it on was a real struggle as it was so damn tight. That wasn't what really worried me though. I couldn't help but notice Cutler's groin had some fancy zip action going on. Sailor-style is it called? Instead of a single fly down the middle, his crotch has a central panel with zips on both sides and a row of push studs along the top. What the fuck was that about? And why the hell did the zips have to be so prominent? They were thick silver with none of the usual modesty flaps to hide them. It was totally brazen and made his dick mound look huge.
My outfit though? Unlike his, it had a single zipper that went down the front and all the way round to the back. His uniform gave his cock free access, whilst mine gave free access to my ass. Just what kind of fucked up world was this?
The worst was still to come. The overalls were so tight that I couldn't pull the fabric over my junk, there simply wasn't enough give. No matter how much I hauled I couldn't get it over myself. God, why do I have such a fat chode?
I told Culter and Dash that enough was enough, this outfit was way too tight and simply wouldn't do. Standing half-naked I said that not only didn't it fit, but I was wearing more a fucking cat suit than workwear! Factory tour or not, I wasn't going out like this.
Dash dropped a hip and interrupted. 'He said that about the jockstrap too.'
`What?' replied Culter. The room suddenly got very cold.
`Yeah, he demanded a fresh pair. Said he was too good to wear our used stuff. I literally had to fight to get him out of his tighty-whities and into that as it was.'
I looked on in disbelief, trying to stammer out that wasn't what had happened at all. Dash just carried on though.
And it's not my fault his jock is so tight. I gave him a choice and he picked that one out as soon as he saw the small' label. Look at him, you can tell he loves showing his junk off.'
I denied every word but Culter strode over and said he'd known Dash for 6 months and me for barely 6 minutes. Who was he more likely to believe?
I kept on protesting but Culter took one of my nipples between his fingers, pinching hard and twisting as he did. Normally I love having my nips played with but this was fucking brutal. He looked me straight in the eye and told me I would wear what he wanted me to wear. I was determined to stand up though, feeling that this was a test. If I didn't win this one I never would again. I shook my head and said he couldn't make me wear this skin-tight paraphernalia.
He swiftly grabbed my other nipple, squeezing and pulling both of them with real force. Really? What did I say the first rule was?' My mind flashed back to what he'd said in the bar, I didn't think he'd really meant it. You follow my instructions without question.' He pinched and twisted even harder, my legs buckling from the pain. I lost. I screamed that I would wear what he wanted. He had that much power over me.
With a final savage squeeze he released me, pushing me back so I almost fell over.
`Now apologise to Dash for the disrespect and for wasting his valuable time.'
Suitably humbled, my nipples red and hurting bad, I murmured something out.
`Not good enough boy. I think you need to say it properly. A blowjob should make up for it.'
Wait, no way! I couldn't suck off a complete stranger, especially on my first day at work. If word got out my reputation would be totally trash! Hoping Dash would refuse so I wouldn't have to try and rebel, I looked at the lying receptionist with eyes that were begging with forgiveness. Please, no.
However, there was no hesitation on his part. He was already unzipping his fly and getting his hard cock out. For his height, his dick was fat and bulbous, a gracious mouthful... I didn't want to take it though.
Seeing my hesitation, Culter told me his second rule. `If offered, never refuse a cock.' I was pushed down onto my knees, the undressed overalls half on and hanging from the waist, to have a meaty cock thrust into my mouth. I tried to resist, but Dash tasted so good and his hot shaft felt so right. Accompanied by his quiet moans, I couldn't help from gobbling him down.
See?' said Culter. You're a born cocksucker. You need all the dick you can get, that's why rule two is so important. Never refuse a cock. After all, you don't know how long it will be until the next one comes along. You should suck every cock as if it was your last.'
Dash was obviously as turned on by Culter's words as I was. I could feel my own cock aching with hardness in the tight jock whilst the dick in my mouth only got bigger. Wanting to show off, I sucked with all my heart and it wasn't long before Dash picked up the pace and frantically pulled out, spraying my face with jizz.
For a moment I felt proud, but then reality hit me. What had I just done? I reached up to wipe myself down but Culter stopped, telling me I would have to wear that load for the rest of the day as punishment. With a twisted smile, Dash put his cock away and said he better get back to the front desk. I suspected he would have a lot to talk about with that security guard, damn.
For the first time since the bar I was now alone with Culter, a man who was still very angry with me.
`What the fuck was that about? Don't fucking test me boy, I expect way better from you.'
He told me to get my overalls on and to stop showing off. At that moment I knew I was going to have to do everything I could to win back his trust, but I still couldn't haul the fabric over my junk.
Exasperated, Culter moved in to help. He stepped behind me, pushing one hand firmly against the small of my back and reaching the other round the front. He laid that hand flat on my jock mound and pressed my junk hard into my groin. Fuck, that was painful! I knew the signal though and I pulled up from both sides, finally wiggling the overalls over my waist. He removed his hand and shook his head. `See how easy that was?'
Not wanting to stop, I threaded my arms through the top half and shucked the clingy orange fabric over my shoulders. Once done, I looked down to pull the front zip up. Fuck. The entire outfit was so skin tight that - even with the jock - my fat stalk and goose-egg balls were there for everyone to see. In total shame and trying not to think about it, I pulled the zip up to my neck.
That's better' he said, looking directly at me. I hope those big nips of yours aren't going to be rubbed too raw, they're standing out quite a bit.'
He was right. They looked like targets on my chest. Culter told me to spin around and his appraising eye said the back zip really showed off my arse. As the outfit was so tight that it literally cleft my buttocks in two, I guess that it did. Perfect, he said.
I felt I looked like a freak, a street whore, a veritable dick ditch. Just what did he have planned for me? The idea made me feel intensely vulnerable and he must have realised that as he lent in, cupped my neck with one of his big, strong hands and kissed me. Trust me, he said. So I am.
That doesn't mean I wasn't utterly dismayed by what came next though.
He picked up a small box he'd arrived with and pulled out... god. You'd think I would be used to it by now but even after a full day I can still feel it. Yes, he pulled down the back zip and shoved a butt plug inside of me, saying we needed to loosen up my tight sphincter muscles and we may as well get started straight away.
I had to bend over to present my ass to allow him to force the plug inside. I didn't get to see it before it went in, but it feels huge. He kept up a running commentary the entire time...
How the plug was designed for extended wear and I wouldn't get to take it out for a long while yet. That, no matter how tight my hole, it was impossible for it to resist the plug's classic cone design. How all he had to do was apply pressure until my anal muscles involuntarily relax... (he was right. Once my tiny hole opened for even a second the plug plunged in and the stretch only got wider and wider!) Then, how I was almost there and soon the plug would narrow to it's neck soon and everything would be better soon... (fuck, the pop as it went over the edge and settled into place was such a relief).
Done, he slapped the base and my entire body vibrated, my hole straining in protest. I tried to push the plug out but it wasn't going anywhere. Feeling intensely full, Culter pulled up the zip and told me to straighten up. I then heard an unexpected click before he walked in front of me and then fumbled with the top of my front zip. I couldn't see what he was doing, but then I heard the same click again. Padlocks. I had just been locked into this suit, and by extension the plug sealed inside my tight, quivering hole.
Seemingly satisfied, he said it was time for the tour.
One last touch. He pulled out a military style, stencil painted velcro label to attach to my chest.
He motioned towards the door and I went towards it. Waddled would be more accurate. The thing in my arse was so huge that I couldn't walk straight. With cum on my face, skin-tight overalls, my obscene junk on full display and now my right pec labelled `MOUTHPUSSY' I almost broke down.
Shit. Got to run. Another cock has just arrived. I'll finish this later.
Tan
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